a canon divergent c!Niki Nihachu rp blog, run by @likethesword. character uses she/her pronouns, admin uses she/they/bee
pfp credit goes to @theghosttownn here on Tumblr! (they also run papa-puffy, check it out!) header is just a png I pulled from google.
while c!Niki is an adult, I am not. So don't send overly sexual or triggering asks. Please just try to keep the content semi-normal, is that too much to ask?
“flame to ash” is my catchall angst tag, please block this if you’d rather not see the heavier content!
tagging system under the cut!
#ooc : exactly what it sounds like! anything I say that's out of character will be under this tag.
#birdsong : general talking tag! will also go under any ask responses.
#the flock : anon ask tag! I'll also tag character blogs as I interact with them.
#flame to ash : anything that might be considered triggering, such as talk about death or heavy lore events. I'll also do my best to tag specific triggers, so please let me know if I need to tag something!
#letters from embers (thread) : thread tag! long posts ahead
#let me tell you a story (ficlet) : ficlets! no character interaction required, but if you want to that’s fine. any ficlet will be used as main lore once it’s published
#photo wall : art! I am not an artist, so all of it will be reblogged!
#promises you couldn’t keep (letters) : sort of like an internal monologue, but directed at certain characters. don’t send asks about these, but if you run a blog about the character she’s writing to, feel free to interact or build a thread!
#life is a dream : for dream sequences or anything sleep related. probably won’t be used much
#the thrill of mortality (drista takeover) : used for an arc where drista (drista-the-chaos-goddess) possessed niki’s body.
#look into your eyes and the sky's the limit (wedding) : used for the wedding between niki and papa-puffy
character tags!!
#they say time heals (phil) : angelxxreaper
#as i look into the water (puffy) : papa-puffy
#the start of something new (willow) : puffychu’s daughter, doesn’t have a blog yet
#our backs against the world (wilbur) : sootsunrise
#blackbird singing in the dead of night (songbird!wilbur) : songbird-sunrise
#vibrant eyes (ranboo) : memorybooks
#there will come a poet (president soot) : president-soot
#you didn't cheat but you're still a traitor (eret) : smp-archivist
#i still see the flashing lights (president tubbo) : presidentubbo
#sweet like honey (lmanburg tubbo) : beekeeperoflmanberg
#you can have my forgiveness (tubbo) : ask-tubbo-bee
#you say sorry is such a weak word (fundy) : witheredclaws
#blood for the blood god (sanguis deus) : sanguis-deus
#i only speak with violence (technoblade) : subtotechno
#we could be immortals (foolish) : god-of-sea
#young volcanoes (drista) : drista-chaos-goddess
#welcome to my chessboard (dream) : bestnightmares (NOTE! all bestnightmares posts will also be tagged #bestnightmares for blacklist purposes)
#does it almost feel like nothing's changed at all? (phanteret) : smp-archivist, but ghost mode
#in poison places we are antivenom (lani) : lanusky-order-goddess
#you deserve it all (tommy) : biggestmanindsmp
#i said i’m picking people (ranboo) : beloved-eccedentesiast
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More DSMP fans need to be obsessed with C!Niki because while her story wasn't handled perfectly, her character and story explores some really interesting themes.
The first thing she did after joining the server was declare loyalty to Wilbur and L'manburg. The second thing she did was befriend Eret when everyone told her not to trust them. She was the last one take off her L'manburg uniform, long after the founders had stopped wearing theirs.
She was the loudest voice of rebellion against Schlatt, the most violent protester against his reign. She was treated as nothing more than a minor annoyance for this rebellion.
She saw the tnt Wilbur had placed beneath L'manburg, she saw it and kept it quiet because she trusted and believed that Wilbur wouldn't use it without good reason. After he pressed that button, after he died, she went and found one of his old coats and wore it, despite the pain of betrayal.
Wilbur, Dream, Techno and Phil all tried to destroy L'manburg, but failed. They failed to stop people from fighting for L'manburg. Niki didn't. Niki, L'manburg's most loyal and devoted, killed L'mabburg when she burnt down the L'mantree. L'manburg didn't die until Niki declared it dead.
Ghostbur only showed up once for Niki, despite her being one of the few people he remembered, even after all that time.
"We've been overlooked for far too long."
She's been hurt, and her pain is silenced. When she was suffering for her defiance against Schlatt and Manberg, Pogtopia told her to wait, that they had no room for her. When Wilbur died, no one thought to comfort her for her grief, despite that he was the one she was loyal to, that she joined L'manburg for. No matter how loud she screamed and cried, no one heard her, no one cared.
It's about fire and rage and pain and healing. Her pain and suffering went ignored, and she needed at an outlet, a scapegoat. And she tried to do that, tried to hurt others the way she had been hurt, in a blind attempt to fix things in a messed up way.
Then she heals. She heals with those who she joined because of that anger and pain and wrath. She heals and finds peace and makes amends.
Niki's story isn't perfect, but it's so wonderfully complicated and full of beautiful contradictions. Loyalty and Defiance. Hope and Despair. Forgiveness and Revenge. Blind Faith and Paranoia.
I just think this fandom really sleeps on her a lot.
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Puffy undoes the ribbon and peels away the wrapping to find a beautifully carved spruce box— no doubt the skillful work of her far more grown Willow, although she still probably had help here and there. She ruffles the hair of her little girl gratefully.
"Open it!" Michelle chirps, her English improving by the day. It's hard through her zombification, but she's smart enough to bypass it enough. Willow grins and nods along.
Puffy does, and smiles as she hears the soft melody waft through the air around her, just a simple happy birthday song, but impressive nonetheless.
"Did you two make this together?" She asks, still grinning ear to ear.
"Mhm! I didn't know how'ta make the music go, but Michelle is really good with the music stuff, so um... yeah!"
"Very impressive, girls."
Niki is still asleep beside her, and it's all alright.
[there's still tears in her eyes, capturing the glow of that beautiful, beautiful sunrise. then she turns to face the person behind her, but the light remains- it might always remain, now. she feels like light, at long last.]
[she stands in the garden. she can’t move. her hands flit around like hummingbirds, landing on her arms and her skirt and her hair and anywhere but the long-dead albatross in front of her.]
[the fetter breaks. wilbur dashes toward the phoenix, the one who’s been haunting her, in spirit, like she’s the only thing in the world, clasping her fluttering hands, a gesture that reveals the black snake coiled around her wrist.]
oh, niki- niki-
[her voice chokes in her throat. the rising sun catches her hair, lighting her from behind.]
you- [the sunlight dims some more, not gone- never gone- but reduced to pinpricks in her eyes.]
you left first, niki, you were- you haunted me. [her voice wobbles.] your voice, and the warmth of your feathers, always just around the corner, and yet- and yet-
[she wipes at her eyes, taking shuddering, heavy breaths. trying to keep control. when she looks up, there’s a determination in the set of her jaw.]
don’t you dare tell me i left you. [she sniffles, voice breaking.] not when you left first.
[part of her is screaming in anger. (the part that sounds like an angered goddess.) how dare Wilbur come back to her after disappearing? and act like nothing has happened?]
[the other part of her is so, so relieved. Wilbur is home, after so long.]
[ultimately, love wins over anger. it always does. Niki takes Wilbur's outstretched hand and squeezes.]
[wilbur rests her head against niki’s, letting out a relieved chuckle.]
good gods, i’ve missed you so much, niki, i- [she wipes away a tear, a gesture that tugs the sleeve of her dress up, revealing, once again, the marking around her wrist, shaped like a snake biting its tail.]
i was so lonely without you, you know that? always so tired, so frightened. [she squeezes the hand clasped in her own.] things are right, now, with you here.
i missed you too. [gently, with the hands of a baker who was never made to fight, she brushes across wilbur’s temple and catches a tear with her thumb.]
[her forehead collides with wilbur’s collarbone, and she sighs. it’s not an angry sigh, or an overly tired one.]
Look at you with the happy family. And you found wil! I wonder how younger you might feel seeing you now. I wonder if she'd mourn what she will lose, wonder if its worth it to gain all you have. is it, nihachu? do you think it was all worth it, to be here, now?
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Pacifica "Puffy" Nihachu is a woman of her word. When she makes promises, she means them, and truly she means the love that she'd declared to Niki Nihachu- so much so that even when the universe fell apart at the seams and was sewed back at the hands of a much-too-young chaos goddess, she laid there and reassured her lover that all would be well.
It's been weeks (months?) since the server reset. Michelle and Willow thrive. Willow's already far too big and Michelle's already far too smart. Puffy often marvels at just how wonderful her life has become- chaos being fully embraced.
Her heart thuds steadily, as though it's meant to beat just this way as she lays beside Niki. Her soft curly bangs frame her face, she looks peaceful in slumber on mornings like this. Naturally her sleep can be rather fitful many days, but today the sunlight is blocked out by a blanket and the two are snuggled close. Nothing is wrong right now, and that's what makes Puffy's life feel so right, she thinks.
She's always been an adventurer- she creates and she sails and she shares and she loves recklessly and wholly. She doesn't mind the risk because she's used to falling. She's a little afraid of settling down.
Regardless of those abstract whispers of freedom that bounce around, she reasons that this is what she wants. She reasons that she could live this way.
[there's still tears in her eyes, capturing the glow of that beautiful, beautiful sunrise. then she turns to face the person behind her, but the light remains- it might always remain, now. she feels like light, at long last.]
[she stands in the garden. she can’t move. her hands flit around like hummingbirds, landing on her arms and her skirt and her hair and anywhere but the long-dead albatross in front of her.]
[the fetter breaks. wilbur dashes toward the phoenix, the one who’s been haunting her, in spirit, like she’s the only thing in the world, clasping her fluttering hands, a gesture that reveals the black snake coiled around her wrist.]
oh, niki- niki-
[her voice chokes in her throat. the rising sun catches her hair, lighting her from behind.]
you- [the sunlight dims some more, not gone- never gone- but reduced to pinpricks in her eyes.]
you left first, niki, you were- you haunted me. [her voice wobbles.] your voice, and the warmth of your feathers, always just around the corner, and yet- and yet-
[she wipes at her eyes, taking shuddering, heavy breaths. trying to keep control. when she looks up, there’s a determination in the set of her jaw.]
don’t you dare tell me i left you. [she sniffles, voice breaking.] not when you left first.
[part of her is screaming in anger. (the part that sounds like an angered goddess.) how dare Wilbur come back to her after disappearing? and act like nothing has happened?]
[the other part of her is so, so relieved. Wilbur is home, after so long.]
[ultimately, love wins over anger. it always does. Niki takes Wilbur's outstretched hand and squeezes.]
[wilbur rests her head against niki’s, letting out a relieved chuckle.]
good gods, i’ve missed you so much, niki, i- [she wipes away a tear, a gesture that tugs the sleeve of her dress up, revealing, once again, the marking around her wrist, shaped like a snake biting its tail.]
i was so lonely without you, you know that? always so tired, so frightened. [she squeezes the hand clasped in her own.] things are right, now, with you here.
i missed you too. [gently, with the hands of a baker who was never made to fight, she brushes across wilbur’s temple and catches a tear with her thumb.]
[her forehead collides with wilbur’s collarbone, and she sighs. it’s not an angry sigh, or an overly tired one.]
[there's still tears in her eyes, capturing the glow of that beautiful, beautiful sunrise. then she turns to face the person behind her, but the light remains- it might always remain, now. she feels like light, at long last.]
[she stands in the garden. she can’t move. her hands flit around like hummingbirds, landing on her arms and her skirt and her hair and anywhere but the long-dead albatross in front of her.]
[the fetter breaks. wilbur dashes toward the phoenix, the one who’s been haunting her, in spirit, like she’s the only thing in the world, clasping her fluttering hands, a gesture that reveals the black snake coiled around her wrist.]
oh, niki- niki-
[her voice chokes in her throat. the rising sun catches her hair, lighting her from behind.]
you- [the sunlight dims some more, not gone- never gone- but reduced to pinpricks in her eyes.]
you left first, niki, you were- you haunted me. [her voice wobbles.] your voice, and the warmth of your feathers, always just around the corner, and yet- and yet-
[she wipes at her eyes, taking shuddering, heavy breaths. trying to keep control. when she looks up, there’s a determination in the set of her jaw.]
don’t you dare tell me i left you. [she sniffles, voice breaking.] not when you left first.
[part of her is screaming in anger. (the part that sounds like an angered goddess.) how dare Wilbur come back to her after disappearing? and act like nothing has happened?]
[the other part of her is so, so relieved. Wilbur is home, after so long.]
[ultimately, love wins over anger. it always does. Niki takes Wilbur's outstretched hand and squeezes.]
[there's still tears in her eyes, capturing the glow of that beautiful, beautiful sunrise. then she turns to face the person behind her, but the light remains- it might always remain, now. she feels like light, at long last.]
[she stands in the garden. she can’t move. her hands flit around like hummingbirds, landing on her arms and her skirt and her hair and anywhere but the long-dead albatross in front of her.]
[the fetter breaks. wilbur dashes toward the phoenix, the one who’s been haunting her, in spirit, like she’s the only thing in the world, clasping her fluttering hands, a gesture that reveals the black snake coiled around her wrist.]
oh, niki- niki-
[her voice chokes in her throat. the rising sun catches her hair, lighting her from behind.]
you- [the sunlight dims some more, not gone- never gone- but reduced to pinpricks in her eyes.]
you left first, niki, you were- you haunted me. [her voice wobbles.] your voice, and the warmth of your feathers, always just around the corner, and yet- and yet-
[she wipes at her eyes, taking shuddering, heavy breaths. trying to keep control. when she looks up, there’s a determination in the set of her jaw.]
don’t you dare tell me i left you. [she sniffles, voice breaking.] not when you left first.
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[there's still tears in her eyes, capturing the glow of that beautiful, beautiful sunrise. then she turns to face the person behind her, but the light remains- it might always remain, now. she feels like light, at long last.]
[she stands in the garden. she can’t move. her hands flit around like hummingbirds, landing on her arms and her skirt and her hair and anywhere but the long-dead albatross in front of her.]
[the fetter breaks. wilbur dashes toward the phoenix, the one who’s been haunting her, in spirit, like she’s the only thing in the world, clasping her fluttering hands, a gesture that reveals the black snake coiled around her wrist.]
oh, niki- niki-
[her voice chokes in her throat. the rising sun catches her hair, lighting her from behind.]
[there's still tears in her eyes, capturing the glow of that beautiful, beautiful sunrise. then she turns to face the person behind her, but the light remains- it might always remain, now. she feels like light, at long last.]
[she stands in the garden. she can’t move. her hands flit around like hummingbirds, landing on her arms and her skirt and her hair and anywhere but the long-dead albatross in front of her.]
[the fetter breaks. wilbur dashes toward the phoenix, the one who’s been haunting her, in spirit, like she’s the only thing in the world, clasping her fluttering hands, a gesture that reveals the black snake coiled around her wrist.]
oh, niki- niki-
[her voice chokes in her throat. the rising sun catches her hair, lighting her from behind.]
