#Nix's reblogs

[thenixkat]

Just a reminder that 'proship' shit or whatever you want to call being into rape/incest/pedo shit is not welcome around here. Fuck off

[batt00ny]

Where are Factory Foreman, Director of Land Acquisition, Scapegoat, Clerk and Club President?

Unfortunately, Tumblr polls only allow me to fit 10 contestants! The 10 contestants were chosen based on how low the difference was between them & their winning opponent. Those 5 were the least close in their respective poll, so they are unlikely to really make a difference if they returned in the poll….that's how I see it anyways!

Also for clarity: The numbers ARE NOT a ranking. They're numbered to help with images. Idk it would help me so maybe it'll help someone out there XD The contestants are all ordered in alphabetical order to eliminate as much bias as possible!!! Good luck!

[nixerium]

Kinda wish I’d joined tumblr a little earlier in 2014 just so I didn’t have the tonal whiplash of

[nixon-stars]

Hi hi hi :D I love your impulse design so so sooooo much could you pretty please draw him (you don’t have to I just think your art is really cool)

YES??? CHRIST DUDE IM ON IT 🫡🫡🫡

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Hi all, I wanted to put a post here as well as on my main and ask for a bit of help.

So, I got a bill of £984 from a previous employer in the mail and I'm currently unemployed. As many of you are aware I'm diagnosed autisitc and suffer from anxiety and depression as well.

I'm now at a point where savings aren't going to be enough and my partner and I are going to struggle to feed ourselves.

Full post on my main here. If you have any questions please leave a dm or ask on my main and I'm happy to answer.

So I've set up my Ko Fi and a gofundme, anyone who donates is welcome to ask me for a drawing of a cat in my style as well (its an experimental style right now). I'm happy to do some digital art as a thank you to anyone who donates.

If you can't donate, don't worry. I understand many of you aren't in a position you can. It would also be helpful if you could reblog to signal boost, that helps too.

Thank you all, Love Nix

Here are the cat examples, I'm just trying some stuff out really and want to give back to anyone who donates in the only way I really can right now

[mazegays]

could've followed my fears all the way down

Chapter 28

Chapters: 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 29

Thomas knows they’re probably expecting more of a reaction to this, but honestly, it’s not like he’s a complete idiot. He might not be the greatest at picking up on what they mean sometimes, but they’d thought he was dead. 

(They’ve all been very careful to pretend otherwise. He doesn’t get why. He’d thought he was dead, sometimes, during that week. He hadn’t thought he’d make it back. It was pure luck that Harriet had heard him in time, and he knows it. Why pretend it’s anything different?)

Maybe when he sees it, he’ll react the way they want him to. He doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know what reaction they want, how they want him to deal with this.

Of course he knows they never wanted him dead— all of them, not just Minho and Gally, have made that pretty clear since he’s been awake.

Even so, he’s been getting better at realizing, and keeping it in his head, that his friends would never want him dead.

He knows it was just how they were grieving when they thought he was dead, and they’d had every reason to believe it was true.

It had nearly been true, even after Harriet had found him and brought him to Anya.

How bad can it be?

It’s a tree.

Gally told him that.

He knew that already.

It’s a tree, and everything about it is wrong.

It’s the wrong type, the wrong place.

He can picture them planting it together, because it’s still his favorite type of tree.

They picked it out, thinking he was dead.

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He sits under it, unknowingly mimicking Minho’s days before they found him.

He feels like… he should hate the tree.

But he can’t, because his friends picked it. Because they wanted to remember him.

Because they’d thought he was dead.

They’d thought he was dead, and it was his fault.

They’d thought he was dead, and they’re not even mad at him.

It’s his fault. Why aren’t they mad at him?

It’s his fault because he didn’t even try— 

He didn’t even try to understand anything.

What he was thinking. What he was feeling.

Instead, he ran.

Like a coward, like an idiot, and now he’s here.

He’d thought he would die alone.

He was right.

It’s too cold, he’s too cold, for a human to live long.

He doesn’t know how he knows that, but he does.

He’s been out here too long, with too little.

It’s not storming, not now, but it’s only a matter of time.

If he’s dead before then, it will be better.

He won’t have to worry about rain and wind if he’s dead.

He’s going to die, out here, alone.

Under this tree.

He almost wants to laugh. What would WCKD think, of their ‘golden boy’ going crazy under a tree? Dying alone out in the forest? Or would they be more interested in studying his brain waves in the moments before his death, and then stealing his brain?

They can’t have his brain.

He’s cold.

(‘You get cold when you die, Thomas,’ some little piece of his brain whispers.

He thinks it’s right.)

He’s cold.

The gun was cold, too.

The one— 

The one he shot Newt with.

And Chuck, Chuck— his blood had still been warm.

It should have been Thomas.

It always should have been Thomas.

He’s cold.

It’s not raining anymore.

He’s under a tree.

He’s cold.

Why does he get a tree?

He doesn’t want a tree.

He doesn’t want to know he has a tree.

He’s cold, and he can’t breathe.

Those things go together, somehow.

He— 

He doesn’t want to think anymore.

He’s cold.

(Zart, Newt, Jeff, Winston, Chuck, Teresa, Rachel, Alby.)

He can’t breathe.

(It’s his fault.)

He shouldn’t have a tree.

He shouldn’t be here.

It’s too cold for humans to live, he’s human, he should be dead.

Why isn’t he dead?

He’s not breathing.

He can’t breathe.

That means he’s dead, right?

Like everyone else.

Like everyone he got killed.

He sits beneath the tree, and he waits to die.

“You planted this? For me?”

“Yeah. It’s your favorite, right?” Minho says. He knows it is, even if he can’t remember all the facts Thomas told him about it.

“Yeah. Can I…”

“You can touch it.” Gally tells him. “Or whatever you want to do. Do you want us to come with you?”

Thomas shakes his head, not looking at them.

(In hindsight, that should have been the first clue.)

At first, Thomas seems okay. He sits under the tree, right where Minho himself used to sit, looking up at the branches.

It’s not until he starts muttering under his breath that they realize something is wrong. Minho can’t quite make it out.

“Hey, Thomas?” Touching him to bring him out of a panic attack never works— it usually makes it worse, and he lashes out.

Then the guilt of hurting one of them, even though he didn’t mean to, eats him alive.

Thomas doesn’t acknowledge him.

“Thomas,” Gally takes a few steps closer, “No one is stealing your brain.”

“That’s what he’s saying?”

“Yeah. For now.”

He’s really glad no one else is around right now— Sonya and Harriet (and Anya, probably) had seen them bringing Thomas down and cleared the immediate area.

Thomas doesn’t respond to their voices at all.

Shuck it.

Minho sits down next to Thomas, not so close that they’re touching, but close enough.

He’s not speaking in full sentences, but this close it’s easy to tell he’s talking about being cold.

“Gally, I think he thinks he’s back in the forest.” Minho wants to grab him, take him away from the tree.

“Of course he does.” Gally sits on Thomas’s other side, also careful not to touch him. “Thomas, can you hear me at all? Minho’s on your other side. You’re not alone, and you’re not in the forest.”

But to Thomas, they aren’t there. He’s in a different place.

Minho catches names, the names of dead Gladers.

All of Thomas’s worst panic attacks come back to them, in the end.

“I should be dead. I shouldn’t be here.”

“Thomas,” he tries again. He can see Thomas is trembling, the nails of his bad arm digging into his good one, drawing blood. “Thomas, I’m going to grab your hand, okay?”

Thomas probably can’t hear him.

The 'don't touch Thomas' rule doesn’t apply when he’s hurting himself.

He takes Thomas’s hand carefully— if he's too gentle, it won’t be enough to make him stop, but he doesn't want to hurt Thomas more.

“Thomas,” he tries again, voice soft.

Thomas doesn’t respond, but slowly Minho manages to uncurl his fingers from his arm.

Even now, wherever— whenever— Thomas is, he won’t grip hard enough to hurt him. Either of them, they’ve discovered.

It’s like he knows the feeling of his own skin giving under his hands well enough to recognize when it’s someone else, and then he won’t grip nearly hard enough to do any damage.

Minho doesn’t like thinking about how he figured that out. How many times he had to have bruised his arms, dug his nails into his palms.

“Hey, Thomas, do you want to know what Minho told me about this tree?” Gally says. “I bet he remembered it all wrong.”

Sometimes this works, but Minho’s never seen Thomas’s eyes this far away before, even after the worst nightmares.

Gally starts listing blatantly wrong facts about the tree, ones that Thomas would usually roll his eyes at and correct him on.

Nothing happens.

“Gally, I don’t think that’s going to work this time.” he says, trying to think. “He likes to be squeezed after his nightmares, right?”

“He might lash out.” Gally warns, clearly knowing where he’s going with this.

“I know. But whatever spiral he’s gone down, we can’t let him stay there.” Thomas is already hardly breathing as it is, if they leave him like this without trying something soon, he’s going to pass out.

Gally wasn’t there, the first time Thomas had a panic attack. Minho hadn’t known what to do, but he didn’t trust anyone else yet, so he’d tried talking to Thomas, tried hugging him, tried making him drink water, anything he could think of.

It hadn’t worked.

Thomas had ended up passing out, and he’d woken up *screaming* that night, so much that he’d hardly been able to speak the next morning.

He’s not going to let him go through that again, especially since this panic attack is worse than that first one.

“We should try something else first.” Gally says, watching where Minho is holding Thomas’s hand. “He’s not hurting you, is he?”

“No. He never does. He’s not breathing well as it is, Gally, we can’t debate this. Maybe go grab water and I’ll try holding him?”

Gally doesn’t look like he wants to do it— he doesn’t want to leave. Minho gets that.

But they can’t leave him like this.

“Thomas.” Minho tries a different tone, firmer than before, squeezing Thomas’s hand lightly.

Something in Thomas’s eyes flickers a little.

“Gally’s going to get some water, okay? He’s not leaving. I’m going to put my other arm”— he squeezes Thomas’s hand again— “around your waist.” He’s careful, trying not to bump the still-slightly-tender area where the stitches were. But it works.

Thomas still isn’t responding, but he’s breathing a little easier.

They sit like that until Gally gets back.

“He’s not…”

“No, but his breathing sounds better.” Not being on the verge of passing out is good. It’s a good first step.

Though Thomas also isn’t muttering anymore, and Minho’s not quite sure what that means when he’s still so far away.

“Thomas, do you think you can drink some of this?” Thomas doesn’t reach for the cup, but when Gally puts it to his lips, he takes a few sips.

When Gally pulls away, Thomas’s breathing hitches, and Minho watches as he comes back to himself.

He tries curling up instinctively, sobbing through shaky breathing.

“Thomas,” Minho doesn’t try to pull him closer, but also doesn’t pull away. “Do you want to stay here or go back to our cabin?”

“I don’t— ”

“No one else is here, Thomas. I think Sonya scared them all away.” Gally offers him the water again, looking a little lost.

Minho doesn’t blame him. It’s been a while since Thomas has had one this bad.

“That sounds like her.” He agrees through a hiccup, before trying to take the glass with a shaking hand.

That’s when he seems to realize he’s bleeding, and that Minho is holding his other hand still.

“Minho— ”

“No, Thomas, you didn’t hurt me, I promise. You were digging your nails in again, though, and I couldn’t let you hurt yourself.”

Thomas nods, but he won’t meet Minho’s eyeline quite right.

Gally helps him with the water, but Thomas doesn’t say anything else, after that.

Instead, he turns toward Minho and uses the signs they’d come up with in the Scorch, before he’d gotten shot and WCKD had fixed his ear.

It’s been a while since they’ve needed them.

“Yeah, we can go back.” Minho says out loud, just to keep Gally in the loop a bit.

Neither of them have taught him any of this.

Frypan is probably the only other person alive who still knows any of it. Brenda, maybe, but Thomas hasn’t ever mentioned teaching her any.

It had been mostly for Minho, Newt, and Thomas. Thomas hadn’t wanted anyone else to know that his hearing was at least partially gone (he’s never been sure how bad it really was— Thomas never told them. He didn’t want to tell them things were muffled in the first place.)

“Hey Gally, you feeling up to pushing the mattresses together?”

They moved Gally’s bigger one into the Minho’s cabin before they ever moved Thomas over, but with Thomas in the sling, it’s better for him to have more room.

The last time they shared three to a bed was that one night out in Gally’s cabin.

“Yeah, we can make that work.” Gally answers. “Want me to go ahead and do it, or stay with you?”

Thomas shakes his head and finger spells ‘stay’ frantically.

Minho doesn’t need to translate that one.

“We can go back whenever you’re ready, Thomas.”

It’s probably about half an hour, judging by the sun.

“I’m ready to try moving.” Thomas signs, and Minho nods.

“Want me to help you up?”

Thomas nods, and somehow, Minho gets them both semi-steady on their feet.

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[madd-nix]

I've been thinking about changing my name for a while, and my amazing qpp helped talk me into trying out a name for a test run! So, for right now, I'm gonna go by Nix!

[nixotinix]

OK! Now that I have a few days off, I've decided to start work on a brand new Jax/Holt fic! I have too many ideas for my own good. Like the last one, it's not going to be a ship fic, mostly focusing on the J/H twins working on their own personal shit. It will have a bit of normie squad in there, plus some worldbuilding for New Salem! When there is such little canon for your fave character(s), you make your own!! I'll rb this post with the finished fic when it's done, so keep your eyes peeled, folks :3

[avrablake]

Hyper-specific Poll: Nix Edition

@ettawritesnstudies I am howling. This game is too funny. Thanks for the tag!

Ahhh the character limit on the answers made this hard! I had such good answers but they wouldn’t fit ☹️

Tagging @emelkae @nopoodles @wildswrites and leaving an Open Tag for anyone who wants to do this!

[schnaf]

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[phoenixdaneko]

Snippet!

Reader has discovered the powers of puppy dog eyes and is using them for evil (cuddles).

[thenixkat]

Anyway, if you aren’t Black don’t use any variation of woke. I don’t care what conservatives are calling fuckers/using as the new sjw/political correctness/what have you.

If you know what fuckers mean use what they mean, and if you don’t why are you copying what people are saying?

Woke ain’t for you. If the discussion isn’t about Black people being aware of and/or educating other Black people about racism/antiblackness/structural inequality/all the other bullshit then it doesn’t need to be used in the discussion.

[godzexperiment]

this website just slid me an peak angsty meme

[the-nerdy-fangirl]

damn nobody in the muse fort worth tag… wya guys one ok rock slapped represent here y’all

[nixie-writes-aot]

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Hello! My name is Astral! I'm 21 and go by it/its pronouns. Expect a lot of Levi content in particular. I have a lot, and I mean a lot, of blogs at this point but my main is @astraldoesart. So go ahead and check it out for my art! I will reblog my own aot fanart from there if/when I draw it. I've been a part of this fandom for the last ten or so years actually!

[SFW MASTERLIST] - [NSFW MASTERLIST] - [FIC MASTERLIST] - [OC MASTERLIST]

Tagging System

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Other's Content - Any posts that are fanart or fanfic that isn't mine.

Male Reader - Any fanfics that have a male reader.

Female Reader - Any fanfics that have a female reader.

Gendernuetral Reader - Any fanfics that have a gendernuetral reader.

Trans Reader - Any fanfics that have a trans reader.

Reader Insert - Any of my writings that are reader inserts.

OC Insert - Any of my writings that are about my ocs.

Rules

- First and foremost, there is a no tolerance policy regarding the use of slurs, homophobia, transphobia, racism, and any and all bigotry in general.

- Minors DNI with any of my nsfw! Go ahead with the sfw but I can and will block over interacting with any nsfw.

- Be nice! I do this in my free time, free of charge. I will write and draw what I want, when I want to.

- Anon is a PRIVILEGE. If its used to break any rules or spread hate, it will not protect you. I will simply take it away.

- If you want to translate my stories, ask first! It's incredibly likely that I will agree but do not do so without asking me first and giving me credit!

- Dubcon is allowed but there are caveats to that. Due to a situation where someone seemed to assume the worst, I'm explaining this. What that means is that situations where alcohol or drugs are involved, I will still write nsfw but NOT something where its close to noncon territory. Please, this is my most important rule as a survivor of sexual abuse.

- These rules can and are subject to change! I will post about changes but it is your responsibility to adhere to changed/new rules.

- Look below for what is mostly a list of things that will not be written on this blog. Do not fucking request them.

Banned Topics

- Pregnancy kink(no this does not mean breeding kink or cumplay)

- Period kink

- Scat/water sports

- CNC and noncon

- Beastility and pedophilia

- Any fetishes but especially those for groups of people

[bluebeary-jay]

SCREW IT, I'm gonna do this

If you see some random-ass blog (@/vesrin) replying to your comments just know it's me from my main because I can't go on any longer not letting you know how much I appreciate every one of you lovely people