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warning: my first nidvette fic (let alone fic at all lol) **UNFINISHED**

note: yvette and nidhogg in car. y learns about n’s intent. idk this is my first ever writing in my whole life, it’s probably really shitty but ya 😢 that’s it enjoy <3

IF YOU KNOW ME IRL GET THE FUCK OUT

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“surely you understand what i mean now, don’t you, yvette?”

pressing herself as close to the door as possible away from the ex prime minister, yvette’s balled fists trembled in her lap. the secretary was now sitting in a car with a traitor on the way to who knows where; as calm as ever, she could tell he was completely prepared. her on the other hand, was nothing short of a poorly concealed mess.

sitting beside her was the pride that she and the lilith kingdom grew to love, despite his upbringing in the north. the surprisingly gentle man that would wipe away the tears from her emerald-like eyes, reassuring her that she wasn’t a failure. the prime minister that was undeniably strict on others in the office, but never seemed to get angry at his secretary. what was she even to call him? he was no longer the man yvette once saw; the man she once fell in love with.

yvette saw her vision getting blurry, her eyes welling up. she hated herself for it. she should’ve been more hurt over the fact that nidhogg betrayed lilith, or rather the whole of miraland, but she couldn’t bear knowing that everything— from the big mistakes and accidents he tenderly forgave her for, to the small actions that would make her heart flutter— was all a performance, in which her heartstrings were played like a puppet. looking in the mirror, yvette saw the profile of nidhogg’s face, which although was the same as it was a minute ago, what was reflected to her was an entirely different man. not the prime minister of lilith, but the colonel of league tyr.

“you lied. you lied to everyone. we all loved you… i loved you.” she choked out, hurt and humiliated. yvette would never have thought this would be what it took for her finally to confess her feelings. she knew he could tell she was crying by now, and she was ashamed, learning that she’d always been the terrified girl who walked through the grand office doors on the day of the interview.

“i did,” nidhogg spoke with no remorse, “but i promise you yvette; it’s for the best of our future— for miraland’s future.” nidhogg said, slightlu turning to look her in the eyes with his— dark with a glint of amber, the fire of ambition in his soul with will to change the fate of the world.

“our future..?” yvette couldn’t bear to look at him. “i don’t want to live a future with a traitor.”

Tumblr refreshed and I lost the post but people saying "Nikki is so weird, how is she so chill about being forced into another world??" Nikki is unshakeable bro she fought in the war 😭😭

I WANT DIE!!!!!!!!

for 2025, i wish for more nidhogg content and pics

The problem is that America has beaten down its people for decades and gotten them weak and desperate and now promises a way out, a way to transcend and rise above, through selling out their fellow man. They encourage contempt and hatred as one way ticket to not being included with the masses being death marched to poverty or imprisonment or whatever other bitter end surely awaits the people they’re told are beneath them. An embarrassingly large chunk of white men are just straight up nazis these days as a way to dissociate from the rest of the carnage around them, even if they’re broke and uneducated and from an impoverished background themselves. They’ll vote for and align themselves with anything for a taste of power and control that makes them feel a little less helpless. The same goes for minorities. They’ll punch down if they think it’ll get them somewhere, even if in reality they’re punching sideways. I don’t know what else to say, really. Everybody is so incredibly hateful. We are a loveless, disrespectful nation. We are so spread thin by our government that we would sell each other out in a heartbeat for an ounce of relief. This is what we’ve come to.

It’s not even about Trump at this point. He’s gonna get in office and do whatever he does and it’s gonna be a mess but whatever. This is indicative of deeper problem. This is just the ugly consequence of the already present reality in this country that we all just despise each other. There is no solidarity and there is no love. Trump being in office or not doesn’t change the fact that America is a breeding ground for violent hatred. Trump has given people a shining example of how to give in to the worst parts of your human nature and make it the problem of everyone around them. I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do about that. I don’t know if that’s something we can come back from. And if anything COULD be done about it, Trump certainly wouldn’t do it. Honestly, Kamala probably wouldn’t have either. We are so deeply fucked.

However, I must say, if you voted for Trump, I hope that peace never finds you. Instead, I hope clarity strikes you someday like a clap of lightning and you have to live the rest of your life with the knowledge and guilt of what you’ve done and who you are as a person.

Love yall. Shit is so bleak but the world keeps spinning until it doesn’t, I guess. We can’t count on the government for literally even a shred of progress or hope so just keep up the good fight in your own personal lives. That’s literally the only thing to be done at this point. Stay safe out there. Maybe buy a gun.

HOLY SHITTTT IM READING A LOUIE/LUNAR FIC FOR THE FIRST TIME IM HEARTBROKEN. THIS ISNT OKAY AHAHHHAGGSHAGHGYGSFVGG

edit: this is actually the first time ive felt more than just a little sad about lunar’s death. oh my god. i just read another one where lunar and louie were getting married in nikki’s imagination but it was actually lunar’s funeral. IM ACTUALL GOING TO CRY holy shit….. i actually can’t do this WHYWHYWHWYWHWHHWHWHWHHAHWHWHHWHWHAGAGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GROW

BETTAAAAAAAAAAH

THE HORSE CURSE

and of course the reality is ↓

doodle

AMV Thumbnail art : D This is also available as a print

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graphic design is my passion orz