#pixie name

[pixierainbows]

Why choose name Pixie? It's a very good name, I like it too

Pixies before-friends give name because of how Pixie be, not be same like human people .

Because . Pixie never feel like person, birth family yell at pixie for like wrong childish things . Pixies childhood - friend think try help Pixie feel better about . because . parents call Pixie demon possessed and changeling and so angry all time at pixie not be good enough .

pixie childhood friend said reclaim changeling as good thing to be .

now Pixie safe now with new chosen family what like pixie exist .

Pixie like not have to hide Pixie self . wear sparkly pretty things and like special pixie things and make happy arts things and Have very pretty bedroom and lots happy shiny crafts things Pixie can play with

and Nobody tell Pixie is bad wrong annoying childish embarrassing any more, is new family encourage Pixie be not need hide .

[lipglossuser]

[disneyfairyillustrations]

Silvermist’s house.

Source: “A Visit With the Fairies” (2008)

(Illustration credits/copyright: Disney)

Removal of creases; alignment touchups. ^

No touchups. ^

Individual raw scans. ^

Thank you for your request, @queensharotto! :)

[dmitryanya]

i'm back and thinking about clarion and milori and the Bridgerton Eyebrow Scrunch (tm)

[1driedpersimmon]

Various doodles, I’m enjoying the intro so far!!

[albaricomics]

I had a revelation 🪄

[icecoldfresa]

still working on my og emotion gijinkas but for now! have this

[xcosmicsans]

Okay guys I redrew it Fairy Doodle 2.0 can you please stop liking and reblogging the old one now ;-; like I refuse to delete any of my old art on here but that didn’t mean it’s nice to remind me of its existence

On a slightly separate note though like. 3 years of improvement huh? Kind of a noticeable shift! Kind of exciting!

[felinefractious]

Etlon Pixie Magic

🐱 Maine Coon

📸 Larry Johnson [Etlon]

🎨 Black Classic Tabby with White

[pixlokita]

On one of your recent posts you said your icon doesn't have a name, so could this ask be an opportunity for your followers to attempt to suggest one?

My idea: Candyfloss

Ironically they’re an ice cream vendor

[booyahhstormz]

"I hope they play 'Love story'!!"

@fizzfizzypop IM GIGGLING

idea by fizzy hehehehhehwhehe oh i'm gonna cook some things for this au i love it so much

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Oscar: He’ll open up eventually. Ivan: I wouldn’t bet on it, he’s worse than you. Oscar: He’s okay though, right? Ivan: It’s hard t’tell, it kinda seems like he’s just goin’ through the motions sometimes-.. he’s been workin’ a lot. I dunno what t’say anymore, it’s like pullin’ fuckin’ teeth. [Byrd’s gaze immediately snapped to Oscar, making a prolonged “ffff” sound with a wicked grin] Oscar: Do not. Byrd: Fuck. Oscar: Hey! What’d I say? Byrd: Fuuu-.. Wren: I’ll tell him off! [Wren swiftly yanked Byrd off his feet and body slammed him onto the slippery tiles, laughing hysterically] Oscar: WREN! [Wren faltered upon hearing the voice-.. and judging by Byrd’s pained squeal, tiles weren’t as soft as carpet, whoops] Ivan: My bad, dude… Oscar: Nah, they’ll use any excuse to swear-.. which is naughty. Ivan: Inevitable. [Oscar grumbled.. probably, but there was a limit, and the twins had been obsessed with profanity recently] Oscar: Well.. that wasn’t very nice, was it? Wren: Sorry, Birdie. Oscar: You better be-.. and quit it with the swearing, mister.

[disneyfairyillustrations]

Rani’s house.

Source: “Secret Fairy Homes” (2006)

(Illustration credits/copyright: Disney)

Removal of creases; alignment touchups. ^

No touchups. ^

Individual raw scans. ^

(@queensharotto!)

[blacksatindahlia]

remember you are dust and to dust you shall return

[dragonnarrative-writes]

GhostGaz Week - sweet talk // missed connection

I'm so so so excited to have participated in @ghostgazweek this year! It's the first time I've done an event like this and it's brought me so much joy. To everyone who has read and commented on my work this week, thank you! I'm so excited to play with some of these concepts some more.

CW: Relationships between coworkers, mutual pining, front of house/back of house relations, Phillip Graves (derogatory), kissing, a taste of dirty talk

“Takin’ my ten,” Kyle tells his manager, pulling his phone from his pocket. Price nods, waving him off and assigning Kyle’s tables to Alex and Nova. He swings into the kitchen with an absent wave as he checks his messages and steps out back.

“’M no’ sayin’ ye have’ t’ declare yer love in front o’ the whole bloody team.”

Kyle perks up at the sound of Soap’s voice, but back-of-house gossip is going to have to wait while he tries to figure out what his off-again situationship is complaining about now. Or not - the meltdown in his messages is not worth dealing with. Just as he’s about the round the corner though, the growl of Simon’s voice freezes him.

“That’ll do, Soap.”

Kyle has to bite his lip to keep from gasping. Simon isn’t the head chef - that’s Farah - but he might as well be her right hand. He’s the glue of the weekend dinner rush. Level headed no matter what, rarely raises his voice above a raspy muttering, huge hands that Kyle has seen split an apple in half without a hint of visible effort. Whoever he dates is going to be envied by the entire front of house. Partially because he’s bloody gorgeous. But partly because he’s just the perfect man.

“Nae, yer gonna listen t’me,” Soap insists. “I promise, ‘e’s interested.”

“’E’s not,” Simon says. “Already tried flirtin’ wit’ ‘im. No dice.”

“Leavin’ a note wit’ yer phone number - in a pile of other notes with phone numbers - is no’ flirtin,” Soap says, and Kyle can imagine the despair on his face just from the tone of his voice. “Do you ken ‘ow many o’ those damn notes ‘e gets in a night?”

“Exactly. And he’s got a bird.”

“They broke up last week,” Soap hisses. “She’s shacking up with her ex.”

Kyle would snicker at how close he sounds to pulling his hair out but…

Kyle’s situationship ended last week. Because she moved in with her ex and Kyle doesn’t want to go through that roller coaster, again. And Kyle’s the flirt on shift, so he gets the most notes and phone numbers on receipts…

“’E’s got better prospects,” Simon says. Kyle hears the flick of a lighter. “Gorgeous, competent, charismatic? Kyle could have anyone.”

“And ‘e wants you, ye daft fucker,” Soap groans. “Steamin’ Jesus the two of ye. Just fuckin’ tell ‘im.”

“Tell you what,” Simon grumbles, muffled by his cigarette. “If he comes out here before my break’s done, I’ll tell ‘im.”

“Then ah’ll go in an- Oh you mother fucker! 30 seconds?”

Simon sounds amused when he says, “Tick tock.”

Kyle probably couldn’t ask for a better dramatic entrance, so he rounds the corner with a, “What’d I miss?”

Soap yelps and clutches at his chest like an old woman. Leaning against the wall, Simon looks about as surprised as he ever does, which means there’s a hunted look around his eyes, but he mostly looks tired and resigned. He settles into his thousand yard stare and takes a long drag.

“Gaz-bear!” Soap exclaims. He circles behind Kyle and shoves him forward. “Simon has something to tell you that is of a very personal nature. Do not let him distract you with talk about the kitchen! I love both of ye and ah’m tellin’ Price to fire both of ye if ye don’t talk!”

And then he’s slamming back into the kitchen, leaving Simon and Kyle alone in the alley.

He could play coy, but Kyle’s a bit giddy. “You like me, Simon?”

Simon grunts, contemplates his cigarette as he says, “Wondered ‘ow much of that you ‘eard. But don’t worry, I’ll keep professional.”

“God no.” Kyle can’t imagine anything wants less. “Tell me when you wrote me that note.”

“Dunno," Simon shrugs. "6 weeks after that shit with Graves?”

Two years ago, before Price took over, Phillip Graves had been the manager. He’d been a nightmare, harassing hostesses and firing anyone who dared to point out he was bad at his job. After the tenth straight day of a front of house person running into the kitchen to cry, pursued by Graves himself, Simon had had enough.

“I c’n make this a much more hostile working environment if tha’s what we’re aimin’ for.” The big beautiful bastard had shoved his knife a good quarter inch through a cutting board. The reverberation of the blade had rung through the painfully silent kitchen. All of the back of house looked to Farah for direction. She'd looked at Simon. Kyle, Nova, Alex, and the girl they’d been consoling by the fridges had all held their breath.

“I could fire you,” Phil spat.

“You won’t. You fuck with this kitchen, you’re losing your job,” Simon had answered. The fact that he had looked and sounded bored had scared and aroused Kyle in equal measure. “So ‘ere’s what’s going to happen - Keller and Garick are supervisors now. Pay them like it. You got a problem with front o’ house, you talk to them. Another girl comes runnin’ in here, then I‘m coming out there an’ you and I are ‘avin’ words.”

Graves had sputtered, looked around at everyone gathered, then spun on his heel and left.

Three months later, he’d gone missing. Two weeks after that, Price had arrived, greeting Farah and Simon like old friends and preparing to make the restaurant the best Kyle had ever worked at.

What did it say about Kyle that rumors that Simon had gotten rid of Graves for good only made him more attractive?

“That was more than a year ago,” Kyle says, sidling his way under Simon’s arm and leaning into him. Kyle’s not a short man, but Simon is tall and broad and warm under his work tee. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Simon takes another drag, and looks down at Kyle out of the corner of his eye. “I’m not exactly dating material. And you had a bird.”

“I would have dumped her in a heartbeat,” Kyle admits, startled when Simon barks a surprised laugh. “I would have! Fuck, I could have been sneaking out here with you for seven months? I’ll break up with her again right now.”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Simon laughs, smashing his cigarette into the wall and dropping the butt into flower pot turned butt bin. He doesn’t move his arm from around Kyle’s shoulders.

“We’re dating now,” Kyle declares. “We’re boyfriends.”

“Movin’ kinda fast,” Simon points out.

“I’ve been in love with you for more than a year. Catch up,” Kyle dismisses. “My lease is up in four months, and I’m movin’ in with you. Now kiss me.”

Simon doesn’t hesitate. His lips are just the slightest bit rough. He smells like cigarettes and spices, and he turns to bracket Kyle against the wall. One large hand finds it’s way to the small of Kyle’s back to pull him in and press their hips together.

“Fuck,” Simon growls when Kyle moans against his mouth. “Pretty, pushy thing. Gonna be this demanding all the time, Gorgeous?”

“I have a lot of time to make up for,” Kyle groans, nibbling kisses along his jaw. “You should let me blow you.”

“Oh, should I?” Simon’s rumbling laugh sends shivers down his spine. “Should let Farah and Price catch you choking on my cock?”

Well, if Kyle was half-hard before, he’s rock hard now. “God, yeah, let me.”

“Not yet,” Simon growls, and that yet sends sparks flying through Kyle’s veins. His next kisses are just this side of too rough, tongue and teeth making Kyle’s lips so sensitive. Finally, he pulls himself away to pant into Kyle’s ear, “Let me take you on a date, huh, Gorgeous? Let me take you out, wine and dine you. Wanna know all about you, wanna talk about something other than work for more than five minutes. Then I’ll take you home and lay you out. Kiss you all over, suck that gorgeous cock of yours, yeah?"

“Jesus,” Kyle hisses. He tries to rock his hips into Simon’s, but strong hands hold him back. “Yeah, okay, yeah. Kiss me again.”

Simon laughs, dips down to give Kyle another closed-mouthed kiss. “Gotta head back in.”

“No,” Kyle pants. “Kiss me again.”

Simon growls into the next kiss and shifts to press his whole front into Kyle. When he pulls back, he presses a thumb against Kyle’s lips. “Be patient, Gorgeous. Gotta get through work tonight.”

He knows he’s pushing it, but, “…kiss me again.”

Simon’s lips are achingly gentle for a moment and then they’re gone as he takes a step back. “’M goin’ inside, now.”

“Thai food after work?” Kyle pants.

Simon chuckles and adjusts himself. “Yeah.” He swoops in for another brief peck. “It’s a date.”

[underestimated-heroine]

"name ONE OTHER artist who's been actually, emotionally honest about the toxic, unfair, real reasons a relationship was doomed from the start?!"

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