#ask nixie things

[nixie-deangel]

make me write 📝

send me an emoji for one of my WIPs and i’ll write three sentences for every emoji you send :)

Rules: You may send in multiple asks per day (though I may be slow to answer them!), but please no more than 3 emojis per ask that you send in.

I will be taking emojis starting now until the 18th of November. Let's see if we can't help a Nixie get some good progress on the WIP list once again! 💜💜💜💜💜

(Sorry I'm gonna be clogging up the hangster/sereshaw tags this weekend!!!)

My Main focus this weekend are the following:

🍼 non navy bradley/fighter pilot jake as parents - hangster

🍷 Jake's family causes the hangster break up

💐 serial killer Jake - hangster

🐺 shifter au - hangster

😎 win a date with jake - hangster

💔 icemav break up / icedad

✍🏻 insecure bradley - hangster

💜 But bonus WIP's I will also take emoji's for:

🦇 vampire jake/human bradley - hangster

😭 jake doesn't deal with bradley's death - hangster

✨ Retired Bradley, Jake climbing Command

🤠 music producer Bradley x rancher Jake

👀 B&B, Celebrity Bradley, handyman Jake

No longer taking emojis!

[duusheen]

The broken family

I feel like I need to explain a few things about this post, so here we go lol

Roxie truly thought something happened to Cici and was scared to death and heartbroken. And yeah, she probably made a rushed decision, but she’s not wrong. Phoenix would go save Pandora’s ass if something happened. Not just because he’s reconnected with his sister over the last few years, but because he’ll always put his family above everything else. Phoenix is, after all, his father’s son. And just like no one could stop Sterling from stepping up for Pandora if something happened, no one can change the way Phoenix is. Not even Roxie.

And because Roxie loves him so much, she would never put Phoenix in a position where he’d have to choose between his family or the one he built with her. She’d rather be the one to leave. They both have strong family values, but while Phoenix leans more toward his parents and his sister, Roxie’s top priority will always be her children—not Phoenix, not even herself.

Summary: YOU ALL VOTED YES

[whitespringbunker]

*Allie waving joyfully*

Hi Nixie!!

YAYYY HI ALLIE i care her sm ;A;

[phoenixyfriend]

MOTHERFUCKERS

Hi, if you're new here, I'm Nixy. I've spent the past five months trying to bully Colourpop, a cosmetics company known for their collaborations, into doing the right thing.

Today, I received the email on the left. I checked instagram to be sure, and lo and behold, they're advertising it there, too. Presumably, they are also doing so on tiktok, but I don't have that app.

Do me a favor, and go to one of the linked socials, or their online email contact form, and let them know you're even more angry and disappointed about this than about the HP thing. This isn't about which franchise has done more harm, but about the stage of the collaborations themselves. The HP Collab is a dying project that's been constantly on sale for half a year and, most likely, was just being advertised in a last-ditch attempt to dump backstock before it expires; it was in bad taste, but not too likely to have a direct impact on the minority group we know it harms. I'm especially sure of this because they only advertised that sale by email, not on the socials.

The Twilight collaboration is alive and well, being restocked, being advertised, and actively banking on the marketing of an indigenous population without any kind of benefit to the tribe. The least that Colourpop could do, since I imagine they can't back out of the contract, is donate a portion of their profits to the fundraiser. That would probably do a lot more to help the tribe than just cancelling the collaboration entirely anyway!

Mention that people have been asking them to make a statement on this issue for a good year and a half now.

Mention that between this and the HP collab and other questionable projects, they are losing goodwill by the day among people who previously trusted that they were trying to act with ethics and transparency.

Mention that the Quileute Move to Higher Ground project has been struggling for years to put together the funds to move their entire community away from the danger of rising sea levels. They've managed to move the school, but they still need to build new housing... especially because companies have been buying up their houses to establish as AirBNBs since it's a tourist area. They've also bought up all the properties in Forks, WA, for the same reason, which means fewer people actually hiring Quileute workers.

Because of Twilight.

These people are being forced to leave their homes in part because of the franchise that Colourpop is collaborating with. They have not seen any money directly from the way SMeyer used their tribe, and any possible benefits of tourism have been far outweighed by the aforementioned airbnb issue.

Colourpop is a big company, but it's not a giant. It's got enough going for it that you can safely assume you're not going to ruin a person's life and livelihood by hassling the contact forms, but it's not so big that it's impossible to budge them.

Let's try to make at least something happen. It might not be much, but please just send an email or leave a comment on their socials. Reblog this post so other people know what's going on.

[heartach3d]

sneaking in

a Benny Rodriguez request from @nixie-222!

It was a cool night, the moonlight slants in through your window. I curled up in my bed and started reading a book I started a while ago. I had just turned the page when I heard a soft tapping sound. at first it sounded like the wind or maybe a tree branch.

but the sound came once again. I froze dropping the book into my lap. and then I remembered only one person would be here knocking at my window at this time of night.

sliding out of bed I tiptoed over to my window careful not to wake anyone else up in the house. I pulled the curtains aside just enough to look out into the yard.

and of course there he was standing under the glow of the streetlight he had a hoodie with his hands shoved into the pockets. his baseball cap obviously still sat on his head. when he saw me looking at him he grinned his signature grin.

I unlocked the window and gently lifted it with a smile. “what are you doing here Benny it's late!" before I know it he walked up to my window (thank goodness it's on the first floor) and leaned against the window sill.

“I don’t know I guess I just missed you.” he said sincerely. "do you mind a little late night company?” I snorted as he said that."of course I don't mind i was just wondering since its so late and you usually play baseball tomorrow."

"I do I just wanted to come and see you!" he says with a smile. "well come on in then!" I say moving out of his way for him to get through the window.

You rolled your eyes when he made his way over to my bed plopping down on the edge and kicking his shoes off. he looked as I closed the window and asked “you miss me?”

“yeah yeah I guess" I say making sure the window was locked before plopping down next you him.

"I just didn’t expect you tonight.”

“I just couldn’t stay away” he said leaning over to softly bump his shoulder against yours teasingly. "I was thinking of you so... here I am.” I smiled at the way it made my heart flutter a little. "well I'm glad I get to see you."

he chuckles as his gaze softens. "I'm glad I get to see you as well." we sat there for a moment enjoying the comfortable quiet of being together. the only sound in the room was the distant hum of the crickets outside. he leaned back stretching his legs out across the bed.

“So,” "you got anything planned for tomorrow?"

"maybe I don't know yet. I was supposed to go out with some friends but I don't know anymore." I say messing with my books on the bookshelf after putting the one I was reading back in it's place.

"and your lucky I’m not already asleep. I was about to settle down for some night reading.”

he grinned at that and said "what? I’m definitely more exciting to talk to than a book.”

“Debatable,” I said teasingly.

he suddenly reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear his touch lingering for just a moment. his touch was comforting and his expression was softened as he gazed at me his voice was more quiet now.

“You make everything better. even things as simple as this like sitting here with you and just talking." I felt my heart skip a beat. I was about to respond when he leaned in brushing his lips against my forehead he pulled you closer by his arms as your head rested against his shoulder.

we just sat there in silence for a while. we didn't need anything at the time. just in each others presence was fine. "will you still be here in the morning?" you mumbled already half asleep and drowsy.

“Of course" benny whispered kissing the top of my head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the rest of the night, that was all I needed to know.

bello! I didn't have much details to work with this so I hope this is fine! give feedback if you'd like!

[rosesncarnations]

Leading a dance

A word vomit below

She hummed a tune to herself as she ran her fingers over the spines a search for a new read. As she skimmed her way through familiar after familiar title, tapping in rhythm with a song she remembered from her debut, lively in the way aristocrats still found suitable than a jive.

She heard the doors open to the private library, a sneak of the knob as quiet as one could but still too loud to her new fae ears. She was hit with the wave crackling embers and maple and she knew it had to be the fae that had a golden eye. The one that tried to claim her as a mate freshly thrown out of the biting cauldron with a flash of sunlight breaking through the Hibernian magic.

She continued her search of the books, passing histories of the courts she had skimmed to an old worn children’s story that had the faint ‘Cels’ that had to be part of a name that she could only make out at the right angle. A shimmer of purple enveloping the name before she could fully make it out.

As she hummed the melody going high she heard the faint hum of the harmony that went low. He was still close to the entrance as if waiting to be chased out. She likely would’ve if Elain had accompanied her this time, but she was curled in the bed murmuring things of ravens dancing with foxes while a wolf howled in dismay. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

She turned to the next row of shelves, scanning the higher books first to see if she needed to find the ladder. She saw a bright binding at the top of shelf and hummed her next bit enthusiastically, before glancing around for the male that was surely closing in. She tapped her toe to her rhythm as she deliberated on find the ladder and maybe the earnest russet eye that always looked too deeply into her soul or attempt to climb the shelf and pray that the wood was solid even with its surely great age.

The maple swirled through the room, mixing with the book smell to the point she had lost her clue of where he could be. He was silent, as if he knew she might be on the stalk, the mountain lion Feyre loved to call her.

She bit into her lip, a tad too hard, still unused to the strength she carried now as she tasted iron from the well of blood. She risk the shelves and the possible ire of her sister’s precious high lord.

As she climbed up cautiously, waiting seconds between each shelf she found tiny divots from fingers wearing down spots, signs of repeated climbing and she felt more sure of her still gentle steps. 

As she reached her desired shelf she let out a sound of excitement, proof to herself that she would get used to this body that wasn’t her, that she would take her changes headstrong in the way that Elain needed her to, that Feyre surely wanted her to do. She reached the bright orange cover she saw the title that wasn’t non fiction or something for a child, it was a romance, To Dance With the Nixie Queen. She gave a huff of laughter at the thought of the her governess warning her from bodies of water in fear of them.

As she began her decant back down, humming a melody her mother would hum if she were in a good mood with Nests. When she would be proud of her, the few moments they were. With three shelves left to step down she was met with a steady warmth behind her, hands almost touching her waist, as if unable to make sure she hadn’t fallen in the end.

“I wouldn’t think a noble lady to climb the shelves instead of the ladder just a row over.” He murmured near her ear as if stunned she had gouge his eyes, eye, out yet. His hands still hung in the air ready at a moments notice. “All while humming a tune befit a ballroom.”

“And what do you know of mortal songs?” She asked, though it didn’t quite have the bite she wanted. Unsure of if she should take her next step down or wait for him to make his decision, she balanced on the tips of her toes while still holding the book she found close to her chest.

He seemed to roll with biting remark and she could practically see him shrug behind her as he said, “All of your songs came from us. Though I don’t think that one still is in rotation here.”

“And why is that?” She asked daring a step down watching his fingers twitch ready to snatch her from the short drop.

“Not lively enough.” He murmured near her ear, a step closer if she were a betting woman. “We often dance closer too. Modesty falling away with each strung of chords.”

“And lose its protection?” She asked surely sounding dull to this seemingly ancient being to her but she’d heard Feyre’s new cronies speak to him closer to a child.

“That’s the fun part. Keeping the pretenses.” The quick brush of fingers over her singing rib brought her to reality and the rest of the way down to the ground with a swiftness. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.” He was quick to move back now that she stood on solid ground, holding his hands in the air in sign of attempted truce.

She listened to his golden eye whirl while it looked over her, assessing. She would assess him right back if he had to gall to do so so blatantly. She traced over the brutal scarring down his face with her eyes, seeing him turn it away ever so slightly. And surely it was the stupid bond they all prattled on about that made her take a step closer and raise her fingers out, for what she didn’t even know.

She dropped her hand quickly and turned to walk back to her claimed chair. Keeping her back to the male, “And what pretenses would you assumed to be dropped?” She asked, foolishly toying this male along. As she turned to look over she shoulder, she saw the flash of hope in his deep russet eye before he schooled his face once more, ever a well trained courtier keeping stoic in the ways only a gentleman could.

He followed three steps after her, keeping a respectful distance, “Well, one would begin with offering a fine lady a dance.” He began.

“Just fine?” She asked, almost teasing.

He spluttered for second, shocked she was even still allowing this conversation to continue let alone that he hadn’t been shoved out of her space like he normally had. “No no. A ravishingly beautiful lady with the stars for eyes.”

She turned back around quickly, hiding the heat the climbed her neck to her cheeks. She slowed her steps, entraining him all the more.

“Hand in hand, one at the waist while hers might start at the shoulder. All very formal.”

“Very.” She breathed out.

“The correct amount of space as the strings started, sending all the dancers on the floor in lazy spirals. Sometimes exchanging a partner if so brazen.” He tried to joke.

She could picture it, the strings almost somber as people slowly went out on the floor, finding their footing with their dance partner, a language in of itself. Felt the way a tempo change might happen with an added clarinet and she hummed the slow but happy melody. She resisted the urge to look back once more as he replied a returning hum in his deep timber.

“And if one were to monopolize on the lady’s time, snaking along into the next song and the next. Feeling the wild drums of move hands, perhaps to the start of her back while she might find purchase in a stray lock of hair at the nape of one’s neck.”

She gave a soft snort at that and placed her new read on the coffee table in front of the chairs she climbed every day.

“And what of mamas’ that are ever watchful?” She asked thinking of when a possible suitor had stolen a dance from her and another possibility from her dance card and her mother had told her to not settle for such a lowly lord when there was princes to lay claim.

“That’s where the fun begins.” He said almost teasingly, “ the revelry is usually in full swing and so full of dancers, ever pestering mamas are often three glass of wine deep and can barely make out which one was her child and one that was feeling the hold of the energy.”

She felt hesitant hands reach for hers, waiting for her surely cut his hands off now. His fingers were so warm to her constant chilled hands she could scarcely feel the tremor in them.

“Hiding in plain sight from pushy mothers. Then what?” She asked refusing to look behind her. She could pretend this was an elaborate daydream, so long as she stayed facing away.

He took a breath in before starting again, moving slightly closer, “Well the drums typically claim one’s heart, asking, begging for more.” A hand traveled to her hip but stayed in a respectable position. “Like a spell woven in the air, unable but to comply with the demand as the woodwinds took over the strings, giving a more laid back feel.”

She didn’t know who start swaying but she couldn’t deny the image he drew up for her, complex group moves as the strings fell away to a near jive of buzzing, and couldn’t bring herself to stop the dream surely unfolding.

“Then,” he whispered into her ear almost nuzzling. “fae lights would be dimmed as some sorry bastard bribed the band to play something slower, something he could hold the lady close to.”

“They’d let go of grasped hands as one wound around the fallen star embodied.” He let go of her other hand gently as it climbed its way up her arm to the front of her neck, feeling her racing heartbeat.

“And then?” She asked in a hushed tone afraid to break the spell he wove over her. To be in a moment that didn’t come with choice taken away and change hoisted upon her yet again.

“If one were so lucky,” he murmured tracing his nose along her carotid artery. “One might kiss gently here.”

“And do you believe in such luck?” She asked, hand reaching for his thigh to steady herself, feeling dizzy from the heady emotions that coarse through her.

“I believe that The Mother blessed me with tremendous luck.” He said teasingly, lips a breath away from the very spot he had indicated. “With so much luck to even sway in the shadows of such beauty in this very private room.”

“Do you believe in such luck My Lady?” He asked against her skin, daring her to break the spell, to break to dream. To fall back into reality and to push him miles away again. He traced her jaw with his pointer finger, allowing her the time to think and rationalize.

“You’ll have to test your hypothesis yourself.” She couldn’t seem to bring her voice above the whispering tone he had been leading her with.

“If one were so bold.” He replied, touching his lips to her heated skin, lingering as she let a gasp fall from the sudden heat the enveloped her, cocooning in a way one might walk around the house wrapped in their blanket on a brisk autumn.

[nordsea-horizons]

hey, i just checked out your nixie island and like... how? you've probably been asked this before, but how on earth did you get so good at it? did you follow tutorials for terraforming? follow inspiration pictures? i always get really stuck terraforming and end up spending hours on one small chunk. how fast do you usually work on things? like.. just how!

hi, thank you for visiting nixie🍃 its def a hard question to answer, bc the main thing is just practice i think? ive done so many islands in this game its only natural i’d get better and better at making my ideas come to live, i promise you i did not start out like that at all! however i do have a few things ive actively done, since i also like challenges in themes and terraforming projects. So i can at least share that!

• making a plan ahead of time, a drawing or just in your mind(or an inspo picture from anothers island maybe) - and having a focus point! like if you wanna make a viewpoint you set up the whole build around that one tree in the distance that you wanna be able to see in the end and make sure you build everything else around it with that goal in mind(in general doing a small test build of layout before commiting has helped me a lot)

• checking out da’s with the kind of terraforming you want and looking at the creators maps! it can be hard to see how a build is made by just walking on an island but you can see a lot of the actual layout from the dream address map! for example on nixie i did a sunken landbridge..

so if you wanted to do a similar thing you could take inspiration directly from the way i made the double inclines or maybe the amount of space needed or whatever gives you trouble? (for my first forest island i had to do this for a sunken pathway bc i just couldnt picture exactly how much space i needed to clear in order to fit in everything)

but also just give it a go without holding back! you can always take it down again after all? all my final posts never reveal how many times i had to redo an area or that one time i ran out of space and had to move the entire build two spaces forward and almost ragequit animal crossing😅 it really is something you can practice and everyone works differently! and for massive builds and stuff like that, there were likely a lot more struggle than it seems behind it✨

[angelicgraveyard]

hello , if youre still taking requests , can i ask for a sea / water related i’d pack ?

. 🕒

☆　﹒　OCEAN / SEA ID PACK　 !

🌊　–　requested by : anon ( 🕒 )

🌊　–　posted by : 羽恭

✟ 　﹒　names　 𝄈

aquata . aqua . ariel . aspen . azure . bay . brook . brooke . caspia . caspian . coral . coraline . cove . delphine . delmare . dylan . finn . harlem . hudson . lake . leif . lorelei . mariner . marina . marinae . maris . marlowe . marea . melusine . mira . mirae . morgan . murdoch . muriel . naida . naia . nerida . nerina . nerise . nerissa . nixie . oceanne . oceana . ocean . oceanus . pearl . river . rivera . reef . seabelle . shelly . sirena . skye . sunny . tide . thalassa . triton . venice . wade . zale . zephyr .

✟ 　﹒　pronouns　 𝄈

:0 / :0 . ab / abyssal . aq / aqua . aqua / aqua . aquatic / aquatic . bay / bay . beach / beach . bleu / bleu . blu / blub . blue / blue . brine / brines . bubb / bubble . cae / caer . carp / carp . coast / coastline . cor / coral . coral / coralreef . curr / current . dae / daem . de / deep . drip / drop . eel / eel . fin / fin . fish / fish . fish / fishy . flo / flood . flo / flow . flo / float . flow / flow . foam / foam . gill / gill . ink / inks . jelly / jellyfish . kelp / kelp . la / lagoon . luu / luu . mari / marine . mer / maid . mer / mers . nauti / nautical . oce / ocean . ocean / ocean . pearl / pearl . reef / reef . sand / sand . scale / scale . sea / sea . sea / seashell . shark / shark . shell / shell . shore / shore . squid / squid . star / starfish . sting / stings . swim / swims . ti / tide . urc / urchin . voi / void . wa / wave . wash / wash . wat / water . water / water . whale / whale .

✟ 　﹒　titles　 𝄈

the ruler of the sea . the water creature . prn who lurks in the deep . the shark who bites . prn who swims . the underwater explorer . the ocean dweller . the [ thing ] beneath the water . prn who controls the waves . prn in the water . the scaled one . prn who talks to fish . the deepsea diver . prn who lives in the waves .

✟ 　﹒　labels　 𝄈

ocean lesbian . ocean aro - spec . shark gay . ocean intersex .

✟ 　﹒　genders　 𝄈

gender aqua . hydroneric . aquagen . oceanic . starwashic . genderocean . sirenic . creauterelle . thalastormic . leviathangender . sharkgender . subterroric . seaic . marinic . jelliestaric .

✟ 　﹒　system names　 𝄈

the underwater dwellers . the coastal wastelands . those who dwell deep in the sea . those who swim with fishies . ocean dwellers . the ones caught by fishermen . coral reef lurkers . coral caretakers . the tide watchers .

[tgmsunmontue]

Positivity post... and a thank you.

I took this photo on a walk this other morning and intended to send it to a whole bunch of people in their Ask boxes, as a thank you for being amazing/friendly/wonderful/talented etc. And I started making a list of the people and it got above 10, then 20 and then 30, then 40.

I was like 😧 it will take me ALL WEEKEND to send everyone the personalised messages I want to send. So I am doing just one big shout out post.

🌻🌻🌻THANK YOU 🌻🌻🌻

Thank you to those who send me asks - thank you, I don't ignore them on purpose. I usually find them again weeks later and feel awful for forgetting about them. 🌻

Thank you to those of you who tag me in things - the fandom community needs this and it's lovely to see this slowly coming back. Never feel bad or hold back from tagging me - I might forget to do it, or the notification will get lost, but I appreciate it all regardless. 🌻

Thank you to those who engage with what to write weekend posts and send in requests. It helps keeps me focussed and on task - writing for others is always an added motivation. 🌻

Thank you to those who go on reading sprees, leaving a column of your username in my notifications. 🌻

Thank you for all the likes likes and reblogs and replies to posts on fics. 🌻

Thank you to those who go the extra mile and also then kudos and comment on AO3 when the fic is posted there. 🌻

Thank you for drawing fanart of my fics. It still blows me away that this is something that has even happened because HOLY SHIT. 🌻

Thank you for letting me take your ideas and turn them into long fics. 🌻

Thank you for making art and allowing people to base fics off it. 🌻

Thank you for letting me get to know some of you better and ramble at you at all hours of the day and night. 🌻

Thank you for supporting me as I got back into drawing after a 25+ year hiatus. Trying to learn something again that you used to be decent at is an entirely new level of frustration and your grace, humour and advice has been truly appreciated. 🌻

As I get older I try and remember to appreciate the smaller things in life and everything above is something that makes me smile and feel grateful. So thank you again. 🌻

Tagging the people who I was hoping to send a personalised message to this weekend. I hope this suffices instead. 🌻🌻🌻

@phisworld14 @redfurrycat @halestrom @catarina4057 @almostkeenchaos @nixie-deangel @archhis @starfata @tothepayne @celandinebergerac @erudite-raven-apollokid @crooked-jes @nimuetheseawitch @lunamazes @omletlove @mxrcusflint @philcoulson-redtapeninja @iprefervillains @k9effect @yeagrave @the-ace-with-spades @indybob @gwaihiril @beezelarts @themissingmango @jayjay-thejet-plane @bigspoonlttlespoon @film-in-my-soul @jakekazansky @xiaokuer-schmetterling @poetryandpickles @demichrising @sweetcherryflavour @daughterofscotland @flyingfightingfishy @jayjay-plus @karlmschwartz @lucyybradford @spookybibi @ultimate-shipper @dancinginlifeandpoetry @nevergettingoverit @thyknife @sleepy-hyperfixations @oneelleandaneye @needforspeed161 @torchflies @accio-lo-ki @queeredfortakeoff851 @stellarskyes @intrepidjourneys

(This isn't even an exhaustive list, but it was off the top of my head and I know I have yet to get to know some people as I slowly work my way through reading catalogues of people's fics.)

[ruinix]

Alright Nixy baby

Where do we think are boys are on the sunburn scale?

Do they burn and get pasty again? Burn then tan? Only tan? Do we think theres freckles and sunspots?

Asking because I just mowed and weed-eated my yard (its huge and one of the things I hate about being a string, capable, independent, southern, raised on a ranch woman) and got my base burn down for the summer.

Now all I can think about is putting aloe on each other while we're all miserable from a long day on the boat 😂

Pics of my shoulder for reference, I'll provide updates later ���😂

-🐥

Hello, lovely.

Oh my god, that must be so painful. Your poor skin! Let me shoot the sun for you. Bang! You must rub aloe all over them. Fast! See, this is why I hide myself under my umbrella and leave the outside chores to someone else. (I fear the sun for real) I fear the sunburns. The pain from them. Ahhhh!!

On the topic of Hugheses, Jack seemed to be the only one who tans so fucking amazing (or the best of all three). Seriously, his tans are tanning! I feel like he could have freckles around his shoulders but IDK I haven't seen a real close up topless picture of him.

Luke felt like he would slightly burn but it would fade into tan. Idk I just feel it. I don't really see him be as tan as Jack in their photos but WHO KNOWS. Definitely gonna have a lil tan.

Quinn is the pasty boy (pasty compared to the two). I say this with so, so, so much affection. I bet he's the type to really get sunburnt but of course, they're not posting it. I believe he burns with prolonged sun exposure. Poor baby. He must wear his sunblocks! SPF 100, at the minimum. Maybe it's why he almost always drives their boat. There's a shade to hide 😆

See, Quinn is the lightest. UV is not a joke, Quinn (I say this in the tone of 'identity theft is not a joke'). I love him so much. I love them all so much.

Rubbing aloe would definitely help them if they truly get sunburnt. I bet Quinn would sulk if he gets the worst burns. He always looked like he sulks, you know. Jack would laugh about it. Luke would be all shy. So cute 🥰🥰🥰

[08-1fm]

ೀ KPOP SHIFTING ASK GAME — fondant dr

i wanted to answer the entirety of @axylotls's ask game :P i already answered some here and here so i just copied and pasted them lol, i also skipped some that i didn't feel like answering >_<……

[👤] — let's start off simple: who are you? what's your stage name? are you in a group or are you a soloist? are you known worldwide or are you your fandom's little secret?

nixen ellis (three middle names: serafina roxanne lovette) :P my stage name is nixie, i pretty much only use this for my idol activities while i use my real name for my acting work and anything else. i'm in a four membered group! i'm not really known "worldwide" per say? fondant as a whole isn't necessarily mega-super-ultra-popular, if i had to compare, i'd say we're similar to stayc in terms of popularity.

[ 🫧 ] — if you're in a group, who are your members? what's your relationship with them? if you aren't in a group, who are your closest idol friends? how did you meet?

dorothy (leader, main rapper), yurina (main vocalist), and jiwon (lead rapper) ^_^ we're all very close (so much so that our fans were surprised that we were once very awkward around each other)

[📂] — what are some drastic measures you've had to take to avoid spreading rumours? does your company implement "weird" rules? are there any times you've had to stay professional when you were close to losing control?

hope for the best 🙏🏽💀💀 i'm not the best at knowing what will and won't cause rumors and i'm pretty unfiltered (but not uncouth!!) so.. if anyone has a problem with whatever i do i honestly probably won't even see it if it's just what random people are saying online (and not an actual Actual issue) bc i never look myself up online believe it or not

for the rules part: notttt necessarily? the thing about our company pulp culture is that our ceo is pretty laidback and lenient about pretty much everything. fondant had a bit of a struggle being formed since pulp had trouble finding trainees (i was literally officially added to the final lineup 2 months before we had to debut) so enforcing rules was kinda the least of their worries. also our ceo is 31 so since she's kinda close to us in age she just assumes we know what we should and shouldn't be doing anyways so 🤷🏽

and for the last part: no, and i hope it stays that way because i do nawt trust myself to keep my mouth shut

[🎧] — what are your favourite songs to perform? how about record? is there a song in your discography you absolutely loathe but the fans love?

THERE'S SO MANY……

perform: yogijogi, turnon, sugar rush, forgive me, jingle★bell★rock, supersonic, chaeri, passionfruit, viola, ttyl, drums of death, crazy, spring breakers, jet, time slip, and trampoline

record: forgive me, lucid dream, blur, supersonic, weakness, chaeri, drums of death, forever, tears, high horse, papillon

for the last question, i don't rlly have one! i like our discography :P

[📽️] — are there any embarrassing moments that live on the internet forever? what prompted it? has it become an inside joke among your fans and members?

i do nawt have any embarrassing moments i REFUSE!!!!!!! my one moment that could be counted as somewhat 'embarrassing' is that when we were promoting left right we were on a variety show and i had to do aegyo and i very much did not want to do it so i kept complaining and at one point i'm like "i'm turning 19 it's not even gonna be authentic anymore" (#NIXIELOGIC) and then jiwon, out of nowhere mind you, goes "nixie, aren't you an actor?" bc of my background in theatre predebut and that kinda gagged tf out of me!!! i had to just get my silly ass up and just do the damn aegyo bc at that point..

[🥣] — what are your most viral moments? what are things fans can expect and rely on you for? outstanding performances? always looking your best? witty commentary on a variety show? keeping it "real"?

anything from our livestreams tbh. also my tweets probably…

for the second part of the question: i'd say keeping it real! i don't like sugarcoating things when it involves me, my group, or my fans. if i think something just sucks i'm saying it

[⛓️] — how do you handle hate? whether that be from non-fans or jealous colleagues. do you fire back? do you write a diss track? or do you take the high road because you know you're above them?

i don't see it lol. i do not look myself up PERIOD bc having instant access to everything anyone is saying abt you is a nightmare scenario sawrry……

even if i do see hate, i just go on about my day tbh.. i know not everyone isn't going to like me, and i know there's a chance that nothing i do will do to change that, so i don't think it'd be healthy for me to stress out over shit like that lol

[��] — what is your representative animal? or perhaps it's a simple emoji? do you have a representative colour and/or symbol? what do these represent within your group and/or concept?

fondant has representative objects, mine are headphones :P there isn't an actual reason behind this (like lore reasons, for example) other than group identity and the objects themselves don't really have an actual meaning either

however, my unofficial representative animal is a rabbit 🐇🤓

[📞] — have you ever done something behind your company's back? they told you specifically not to do it, yet you did it anyway? were you caught? how did fans react?

no, i do not like being scolded 💔 if i was given an actual valid reason to go behind my company's back i would do it but i wouldn't just do it for the hell of it yknow 😭…

the only thing that could qualify as me going behind my company's back is spoilers. we're allowed to spoil some things for upcoming projects and whatnot but not too much, yknow? and i probably overdid that maybe once or twice. however our ceo spoils more than all of us combined so 💀!!!! i do not know why this woman has a twitter account (when she already has a BLOG) but someone needs to take it away from her NOW bc why on earth are you posting behind the scenes stuff for a comeback that wasn't going to be announced until three months later

[🖇️] — we all know k-pop is very well known for its ships and duos... are you involved in an iconic pairing? how did this start? is it a natural friendship [ perhaps more . . ] or a forced pr stunt?

me and my gf ningning 😁🤍… the reason why us as a pairing got somewhat popular in the first place is bc at an award show we did a special stage of espresso by sabrina carpenter together ^_^ and then after we got together (march of this year) we just wouldn't shut up about e/o 😭 we literally bring up each other at whenever we have a chance like even if the og convo had nothing to do with the other person… we haven't publicly revealed our relationship but we're not being Necessarily Secret About It either so. it's really just speculations rn and my fanbase doesn't really care like they're just like "good for them" and they just kinda move on

as for dynamics inside of fondant, my most popular pairing would probably be me and yurina (roommatez <3), it gained popularity bc whenever we both have literally nothing to do when fondant isn't promoting we just go live together :P

[📰] — is there anyone in the industry that you really can't stand? someone who gets on your nerves no matter what they do? what happened between you two? is there a happy ending in sight?

nah, i don't really have a ton of friends in the industry anyways so.. LMAO

[nixie-deangel]

trick or treat!

Trick! Have some vague, not at all thought out, ideas I've gotten for Hangster in the last 24 hours because my brain is apparently only all about thinking of the vague-ness of idea but nothing to actually to take in a singular direction but in numerous ones!

Rising country singer Bradley (yes, absolutely came to me because I listened to Zach Top's Bad Luck) and the real reason Jake is into the cowboy aesthetic.

Teen Wolf AU, where the Seresin family is the largest pack in Texas and Jake brings Bradley back to meet his family but uh on, he hasn't actually shared the werewolf secret with him. (Bradley knows all about it though, because he's something in his family tree via his mom).

Jealous Hangman (mostly because I saw @the-ace-with-spades posts about it) but give me jealous Jake while trying to get back with Bradley but then still give me jealous Jake because he's absolutely terrified he's going to fuck it up and drive Bradley away again. (trauma from that previous relationship baby!)

Everyone assumes that Jake and Bradley are exes because of how they act throughout the mission and before but are shocked to learn they never were anything. Half because when one was single, the other was taken or deployed halfway around the world and half because they were always terrified to take that leap and give them a real try. So queue the dagger squadron going to ridiculous lengths to get them together.

Jake is absolutely used to topping because of his looks and discovers he's an absolute pillow princess the first time he lets Bradley take charge in the bedroom.

Death Wish Lose by Benson Boone insight to Jake's feelings about Bradley.

Jake takes a stripper pole class to surprise Bradley for their tenth wedding anniversary.

Trick or Treat with Nixie!

[the-ruby-enchanter]

Tamlin week: day 4: Powers

@tamlinweek

"Rise, Spring Beast"

Summery: Tamlin, broken and forgotten, stands on the edge of death, haunted by his past mistakes and losses. When even death refuses to claim him, he realizes the land still sees him as its High Lord. With nothing left to lose, he embraces the beast within and rises—not to be forgiven, but to reclaim his court with fury. Spring awakens, not with beauty—but with vengeance.

Trigger Warnings⚠️ : Suicidal ideation and attempt Self-harm (jumping from a cliff) Emotional trauma and PTSD Parental abuse and neglect Grief, abandonment, and betrayal Dark themes involving death, rage, and magical violence

Acknowledgment: The idea that Tamlin’s father knew Amarantha’s interest in him and used it as a political move was inspired by a brilliant theory originally shared by @booksnwriting

The forest is silent.

Tamlin stands still, unmoving in his beast form, his massive body hunched beneath the ghostly light that filters through the bare trees. He does not watch the woods—he merely faces them, as if waiting for them to speak. As if waiting for them to condemn him.

His mind is far away. Buried in memories.

He sees his father’s face—cold, violent, cunning. The same man who used him like a bargaining chip, who sold his strength to Hybern, who offered his own son to Amarantha as if he were no more than a token. He remembers his brothers—vultures in velvet—who would have killed him without a blink had they learned what truly brewed in his veins.

He remembers the night everything was torn away: his mother’s scream. The blood. The fire. The crown thrust onto his head like a curse.

He remembers fifty years of darkness beneath the cuuse. The cursed silence. The friends he’d sent to their deaths. The endless guilt.

And then… Feyre.

Feyre, who he loved. Feyre, who he believed would save him. Feyre, who took everything.

His court… His people... Lucien.

Even Lucien left because of her.

A cruel voice echoes in his head. Rhysand’s words—cutting, unforgiving: “You deserve to die alone.”

Tamlin’s claws dig into the damp earth. Rhysand. That bastard. If it hadn’t been for Tamlin, Rhysand would have been dead. Tamlin had every reason to not revive him and yet he did… he helped him—for Feyre? For Prythian? For what? So he could be mocked, pitied, scorned?

Maybe Rhysand was right.

Maybe he should die.

His court is in ruins. His magic falters. The land itself barely alive because of him.

He’s not just forgotten.

He’s useless.

He lowers his head. “Maybe the next High Lord will do better,” he mutters. “Maybe it’s time.”

A flutter of movement.

A tiny pixie lands gently on his antlers. Delicate, bright-eyed, curious. She stares at him as if he’s not a monster—but a part of the forest.

For a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

Slowly, painfully, he shifts into his fae form. The weight of his beast sheds, revealing ragged skin, hollow cheeks, eyes dimmed with years of agony. But the pixie does not flee. She stays. Now on his hand.

Then she takes off, fluttering through the trees.

She was leading him somewhere.

Something tugs at him. Curiosity, perhaps. Or the last thread of what was once hope. He follows.

Through the broken forest, past dying streams and silent glades, she leads him.

Until they reach it: a lake.

Pixies. Nixies. Goblins. All gathered around the water. And there—on the edge—a single, blackened tree. Burned during the Hybern attack. A reminder of all he failed to protect.

The pixie perches on the tree’s charred branch.

Tamlin stares.

The smallest of his people stayed and didn’t left.

She was asking him to fix the tree. She knew he was the high lord of this land and asked for his help.

Tamlin lifts his hand. A flicker of green light dances from his fingers.

The tree breathes. It groans. It blooms. Its branches stretch, wide and warm, sheltering the lake once more.

He breathes out. “At least I did one thing before I die.”

But the world… they won’t remember this.

They’ll remember the beast. The failure.

He walks.

Barefoot.

Aimless.

He finds a cliff. High. Jagged. Silent.

He doesn’t think.

He jumps.

To his death. To his peace.

The wind howls past him.

And yet—

He lives.

He crashes into the rocks. His body should have broken. But his power, his magic surges. Healing him. Binding him.

He screams.

“Is that what you fucking wanted?!” he roars to the skies. To the land “Is that why you chose me?! I ruined you! I destroyed you! What are you waiting for?! Just END ME!!”

Silence.

And then, a whisper—not from the wind, but from the land itself.

“You are not finished.”

The land won’t let him die… not until he fix all of that.

Tamlin realise

He staggers to his knees… Rage of years and years burning in his eyes.

Years of suffer and lost and betrayal !

“They think I’m a monster,” he breathes. “Let me be one, then.”

His voice steadies. “Let me be the beast they already believe I am.”

He rises.

“I’ll die. But not now. Not like this.”

“I’ll die with a sword in my hand and my enemies on their knees.” he decide

“If this land wants a High Lord…” His hands clench into fists. “Then I’ll be one.”

A pulse surges through the earth, once he finally trully accepted his fate as high lord to this land.

The trees shift.

The wind halts.

The land answers.

“I command you: rise, and take your place.”

The earth cracks open.

Vines slither.

Monsters of bark and bone crawl forth from burrows long-forgotten.

Spring magic roars.

Not gentle. Not floral.

Wild.

Deadly.

The Spring Court awakens—not with love, but with rage.

Tamlin lifts his face to the sky, his voice a whisper of ancient power: “You chose me. I never wanted this. But now—I accept.”

And power surges.

He stands at the edge of his court. The Night Court’s spies cross into Summer.

Rysand’s puppies wainting his fall.

He lifts a hand.

To protect this land.

Vines twist upward. Thick. Thorned. Beautiful from afar—terrifying up close. A wall forms.

A wall that no monster, no lover, no traitor shall cross.

Roses try to bloom.

They wither.

Only thorns remain.

Epilogue:

The sky above Spring Court is bruised with dusky light. The air hums with an unnatural stillness.

Lucien walks alone, through twisted paths of thorns. The trees whisper, alive with secrets.

He reaches the wall.

Massive. Towering.

Alive.

And yet—it parts for him.

As if the land itself remembers him.

He steps through, heart pounding. The forest watches him. No birds sing. Only rustles in the brush—green glowing eyes, bark-armored wolves.

The manor is barely recognizable. A husk of what once was.

In the main hall, Tamlin stands facing a shattered window. Broad shoulders. Straight spine. Still as stone.

“Oooh... So the land still sees you as a loyal citizen, after all,” Tamlin murmurs.

Lucien tenses. “What do you mean?”

“What is that wall? This magic? What happend exactly”

Tamlin turns. Slowly.

Eyes like no longer shining but instead dark green like emerald feeled by rage.

“That wall?” His voice is low. Calm.

“It stops those who carry ill will. Who no longer deserve what the land once gave freely.”

“What the hell happend Tamlin !”

The glamour drops.

The forest behind him moves.

Monsters—spirits of bark and vine, creatures older than any court—loom behind him, pulsing with life. Bowing to him with deep loyaltie.

“This,” Tamlin says, “is the true nature of Spring.”

Lucien staggers.

He doesn’t see the broken man anymore. Not the ghost, not the failure.

He sees something ancient.

Tamlin’s voice is quiet. Deadly.

“This is what it means to be the High Lord chosen by the land.”

And in Tamlin’s eyes— his friend’s eyes

Lucien sees it.

Not sorrow. Not love.

Rage.

Rage so deep it could reshape the world.

And gods help those who stand in its way.

[augustjustice]

WIP Weekend

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple!

I was tagged by @nixie-deangel @tinytalkingtina and @fuctacles 🖤💛Thank y'all so much!

🔄️- you wanna feel how it feels Ch. 5 - Steddie bodyswap fic

⏳- S1!Steve time travels to the future

💞 - Crush Confessions Ch. 2

No pressure tagging a few folks (and the ST writing server): @strangerthingswritersguild @steddie-island @formosusiniquis @queenie-ofthe-void @klausinamarink @onirislanding and anyone else who sees this and would like to join!

And a snippet of the Steddie Bodyswap fic behind the cut:

“Okay, but…really, Harrington? You sure you’re absolutely cool with this?” Eddie asked for what must have been, based on the impatient noise Steve let out, the umpteenth time. 

“Yeah?” Leaning back against his dresser, Steve shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly. “I mean, why wouldn’t I be? It’s not like it’s that different from the locker room.” 

“Well, not all of us exactly have fond memories of our time in high school gym, Stevie boy.”

Arms crossed over his chest, Steve shook his head minutely at the comment, making Eddie's curls wiggling. The pinch of his mouth and exasperated roll of his eyes practically screamed the unspoken duh! clearly on the tip of his tongue.

It was a bitchy little display that was so painfully Steve, it honestly confused Eddie's dick a little…which was absolutely the last thing he needed right now.

“Seriously, Eds, nobody has good memories of the boys’ locker room. Not unless the smell of sweaty socks and getting harassed by Billy Hargrove turns your crank.”

Eddie could think of a few things in that hell hole full of testosterone-laden jocks that absolutely would have turned his crank, but neither of those qualified. 

[gone-fish-mode]

heyooo you seem cool :)

im trying to find what fits me, can you describe the difference between naiadkin, dryadkin, nymphkin, sirenkin, and mermaidkin please?

ouh! this is a bit of a complex one, but I shalt do my best. The issue mostly comes from how similar we all are, there aren't to many differences between us at all outside of specifics. And even then, it can be a struggle. I'll go though all that you listed with my impression of them and why someone may identify as them specifically.

-> naiad, nymph, and dryad These three are roughly the same thing. All naiads, nereids, and dryads are nymphs. Nymph is just a broad term for greek nature spirits that are feminine, light hearted, and benevolent. Nereids are saltwater nymphs, naiad are freshwater nymphs, and dryad are plant nymphs (broadly speaking).

These are much brighter, more heavily associated with whimsy and joy. They're almost always associated with helping others. Very socially driven.

-> siren Sirens are the moody ones. Usually lamenting about sharp claws and teeth. Sometimes there are feathers, but it just depends on the individual. Those that feel their 'types are more predatory in nature are more likely to lean siren. It's also important to not the importance of singing to siren, it's their whole thing. Singing and luring in their prey.

->mermaid Mers are a catch-all, but they always have fish tails, whereas sirens may and nymphs are just up in the air completely. You can really apply any mood or aesthetic to being a mer, I've seen them all. It's a great place to start and build off of as you figure things out.

ok I'm going to add some more merish folk below just to provide more options, although it'll only be a few sentences

->selkie Most importantly, they have the ability to shapeshift. I've seen a lot of folk say they are mer or siren, realize that the duality they feel between human and ocean is more of a shapeshifting thing, and then fall into selkie beautifully. Although it is important to remember that in folklore, selkies turn into theriform animals, and not aquatic humanoids.

->gillman Gillmen (like myself) are usually more focused on the uncanny. No strict mood about them, the experience is more about the in-between. Could be man, could be fish. Too fish to be man, too man to be fish. That being said, there are like maybe two others who call themselves gillmen so my intel on this is mostly looking at myself.

->nixie I've met very few nixie, but they are similar to nymphs in that they are benevolent and kind. They tend to have a more shy edge to them. More girlish, it seems. Younger. Although that could still just as easily be the same with nymphs.

I hope this was what you were looking for! There are a few differences about how we look and function, but outside of that it mostly boils down to mood. What things about yourself make you feel correct? What urges do you have that may be reflected in these creatures? Is there a specific biome you're drawn to? Go look at illustrations of these creatures and think about which ones you feel reflect you.

And keep in mind that there is no shame in changing your mind or being wrong! All us merish beasts will support and cheer for you no matter how much you flipflop. Even if you decide none of these are You, we will still be by your side :]

Thanks for the ask!! and i'm very glad you think i am cool hehehe >:}}

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.246 From Sulani with love

After dinner, we returned to the rental to gather our things and say goodbye. Leaving was harder than expected; I grieved more than just the fun and relaxation. I felt like I was leaving a piece of myself behind. Shadows of my family history were all over these islands, looming over me, begging me to turn around and face them. Maybe I could find an old social media account my gammy had or something. Mama said she was a pretty big deal in the fashion industry, so her online presence had to be pretty strong. That sounded like a good place to start. She'd always been such a mystery to me. I needed this woman who loved me so much to be more than a ghost; I needed her to be real.

We arrived back home late with just enough time for Desi to get a fair amount of sleep before sports camp in the morning. She awoke, brimming with energy and excitement, revving to go. When she left, me and Sophia spent the morning packing our photos and other knickknacks we brought with us. We always planned to return to our original home someday, so we left most things behind, especially since the duplex was furnished. It didn't take long to empty the walls. Just as we were doing our final walk through that afternoon, Chi Chi called and invited us to her house. I thought to take a rain check, but I wanted to meet the man who whisked her away and married her. I trusted her judgement, of course, but some things you just needed to see for yourself. Besides, I thought she'd appreciate knowing we'd be back in the neighborhood, so we set our boxes aside and headed to Hopewell Hills.

"OooOOOhhh," she squealed. "Looks like you guys came straight from the beach!"

"Yeah, we just got back late last night," I said.

"We had a great time," Sophia said.

"I can see that! Nixi baby," Chi Chi yelled into the hallway. "Come meet my best friends!"

Best friends, huh? I knew we were close, but I hadn't realized we were her absolute favorite sims. It begs the question, though. Who does she love more? Me or Sophia? Ha!

"How's it going?" he said. "I'm Nixon Ross. It's good to meet you two. I heard so much about you. I feel like I already know you!"

I shook his hand.

"I'm Luca. This is my wife, Sophia. It's good to meet you too."

Chi Chi ushered us all into the living room, anxious to hear about our trip. As soon as her husband heard the word Sulani, he was even more eager than she was. He adored his hometown; his face beamed as we recounted our trip. I think we gained 500 bonus points for participating in Beach Cleanup Day, heh.

After our debrief, Nixon shared with us a few things about himself. He was born and raised on Lani St. Taz and is a lawyer. I was so used to Chi Chi calling him "business guy," it never occurred to me he might not actually be in business. But given his polished style, I could see why she'd call him that. As he spoke, I felt so incredibly happy for Chi Chi, and the story she told me about him never giving up on her, and his surprise proposal, made complete sense. He struck me as someone who was very content with life. He had a great job, so he likely had a lot of money. I'd guess he had a great apartment in the city since she didn't move in with him. He seemed very capable and independent. That's how I knew he loved her. He didn't need Chi Chi. He wanted her.

Somewhere in the middle of me falling in love with Nixon, I realized there were no babies in the house, so I asked Chi Chi about Karmine and the boys. Her face went from bright and sunny to dark clouds and rain in three seconds flat, and I braced myself for the incoming hurricane of words that were about to assault me. As I retreated into my proverbial bunker, I realized there was no incoming storm. Chi Chi sat quietly, staring at me but not really looking at me. Something went on inside of her that she managed carefully.

Finally, she said, "Karmine eloped. Guess she takes after her ol' mama, ha ha."

Her laugh lacked joy. I was so shocked. That may have been the shortest story she ever told me. The part of me who is very much my mother's son wanted to know the rest of the story while the part of me who knew Chi Chi understood she must have been processing some pain still. Hopefully the guy is more decent than the jerk who left her with three babies. I mean, he has to be, right? He married her knowing full well he'd be involved with another man's children. Since there was no story, I took the hint and changed the subject to make way for our escape. I told her we were moving back to our house, and we were getting ready to leave when she called. That cheered her up exactly as I expected, and to my surprise, she let us go. I was glad we didn't have to cancel the move. We'd been hyping up the house to Desi all weekend. I hope she liked it.