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*  feed me more with this i beg.

* i love this omg emélie in the spiderverse im imagining it 

I'm rambling buttttt listen, they'd be a good friendship.       

An hour late and you still waited.    I must be your favorite land creature.   (*  She pauses,   fingers brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as she adds—
               deadpan:   )   Tell your fishie friends I was mourning the ocean’s trust issues.    They’ll understand.  /I think/ 
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀,,⠀⠀⠀`⠀⠀⠀@lemuriangods⠀⠀⠀,

@celenyxia      ⟢    emotionally repressed robin? at least let me be dick grayson. have you seen him?      [an amused, wide grin spread from ear to ear. a hand presses against the side of his jaw, fingers ghosting over his mouth to hide the laughter despite the slight shake in his shoulders.]      you have to be some villain. drinking it right in front of me? that’s a new low, even for you.      [the agent clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment of the other. although dramatic, a long, drawn—out sigh escapes past his lips with his eyes fluttering close.]      how much more saving do i do in order to get a can of soda?

* you're good dwww

``Batman?``   she echoes,   one brow arching with theatrical disbelief.   ``Please,  you’re like…  emotionally repressed Robin at best.``   Still,   she taps her fingers against the can she’s holding hostage,   considering.   Her expression teeters between amused menace and faux pity—the kind that says she’s enjoying every second of his suffering.   ``Knots,  secrets,  carbonated beverages…  you really do have a thing for chasing what’s just out of reach,  huh?``   And then,    with an infuriatingly sweet smile,   she lifts the can ( magically appeared ! ) to her lips—sips,   slow and deliberate.   ``Mm.  Wow.  Tastes like justice.``  She grins.   ``Guess you’ll have to keep saving the city a bit longer,   /hero/.``
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀,,⠀⠀⠀`⠀⠀⠀@evolus⠀⠀⠀,

*   Weeheee

*  girly shenanigans right neow.

*  YAAAAAAAAAY

**TRIVIA**
                •    Nyxia keeps a worn charm from her childhood—   a fragment of a pendant she doesn’t remember receiving.
                •    She drinks her tea cold, always.
                •    Though she’s always calm, she talks to herself when concentrating.
                •    She’s written a hundred unsent letters to her dad under the draft title “For when I’m brave enough.”

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**EVOL**
            
            Astral Sensory —   The ability to detect and read energy pulses through spatial frequencies,   particularly within celestial bodies or anomalies.    In her myth life,    it allowed her to see distortions across realms.    In the present,    it manifests subtly--   through instincts and strange readings in her medical scans.