#nellie answers

[charlie-francis-spring]

Hi again

Does Nick ever get jealous?

-an idiot

hello "idiot" anon how about you rename yourself 😭😭 also, not really no, i think he knows i love him too much hakgsjshsh BUT occasionally he will get jealous

such as...when nellie cuddles me and runs away from him. he looks so heartbroken every time 😭 but also im assuming that's not what you meant by jealous so yeha once or twice some guy hits on me fsr???? me???????? and nick told them very politely to back off when they refused to leave me alone idk if thats jealousy, to me that seems more like him just being the best boyfriend in the world

[cubikzoa]

No but Hannibal and Will are both so dramatic and petty, and in truth, clever and intellectual. I highly doubt their arguments would resort to, uh, culinary combat unless they had exhausted all other insulting options. Like Will is mad bc Hannibal will not let him adopt the 23rd dog in a row and Hannibal is mad that there is MUD on the CARPET and dog fur on his $552239737900 suit. Will puts McDonald’s coupons in Hannibal’s wallet. Hannibal switches the time on every single clock in the house. Will puts ketchup and mustard on his fancy gourmet dinner. Hannibal frames a poster for a local dog catching service.

Will is like “Well we already agreed that tonight we are going to have regular pork” and Hannibal is like “Well I apologize, there’s only one dish on the table that is people-free. So sorry, Will.” Will’s like “Wow Hannibal, thanks for making me a jello dessert for dinner. So nice of you” and then Hannibal says “Gelatin, the main ingredient, traditionally comes from boiling cartilaginous cuts of meat, usually pork. The people-free dish is in fact the water with a mediterranean lime and a hint of mint leaf in it” and Will grabs the frying pan and a potato skewer and leaps over the table

[jazzyvlogs]

(I’m sorry I keep sending you asks I just really love ur blog and art/pos)

Art thing…draw Nick meeting Keith!!

No no no! Please ask as much as you want! I love doing this >:333

I pushed through this like a mother fucking goat bro.

Ellis struggles with eye contact during confrontation.

[yuno-karei]

[Family Lore]

Jelly Family | Skulls

Skulls is not a real word anymore

More info under the cut:

After the slimes get their skulls, they also get their own mana signatures that allows them to never get their slimes mixed and merged with other slimes. This is how they can even sleep in pools in large numbers. This also allows them to have some back up mana somewhere so that if they do happen to lose their body, anyone can still put the skull back into water for the slime to rebuild a body

The skulls themselves can be reinforced with a stronger material! It's all up to the slime, but with how much they move around it is much safer to bind outside materials to their skull

If the skull is damaged, they will start leaking mana in the same way any organic creature would bleed. They will die if they lose all their mana.

To stop the mana from leaking they can cast reconstruction spells on their own skulls or ingest bones and other materials to patch up cracks.

[ep1-darkblue]

sirius question to the heartstopper fandom is nellie part of the paris squad? cause like yeah i know she wasn't at the paris trip but the whole squad loves her and like it is possible right??? i believe the paris squad would love nellie to be a part of the squad

[trishthepotato]

Do you like nellis? If so, would you draw something of them?

And I love your art, it's really very pretty, I can't get enough of seeing it!!!!

Thank you for enjoying and loving my arts, it means a lot to me! 😭❤️

Is it count as Nellis if i love it more when Nick is bottom? (I'm sorry for this) and here's here's chibi drawing of them 🥰

[nellycanwrite]

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY SCREAMS here's a cute little snippet of Rainbow Jasmine!

“Langyaw.” Stranger, you called out. Namor had to hide an amused smirk as you stared at the jade of his piercings a little while longer, your eyes twinkling with that same amazement he had seen on the second time he had met you. 

“You call me ‘langyaw,’ but I do not understand you,” he told you in his mother tongue. You couldn’t help but cock your head to the side in curiosity. He chuckled and pointed to himself, “my name. K’uk’ulkan.”

You stared at him while blinking.

“K’uk’ulkan,” he pointed to himself again. “My name is K’uk’ulkan.”

Why was he repeating such a strange word? Was there something you had to know? He gestured to his whole body and gave you a pointed look. 

Oh, that must be his name, you thought.

“K’uk’u-ul—” you tried to say, but his language was foreign to your tongue. He tried again, this time dragging out every syllable and stopping to give you time to adjust to his odd name. 

And finally, with a bit of practice, you called out to him.

“K-K’uk’ulkan.”

He gave you a big smile, the first of many that you were to see from him in the nights to come. It was infectious; you found yourself smiling alongside him as you repeated his name over and over. 

Namor felt as if his spirits were lifted up as soon as you had uttered his name—although the pronunciation could use some work, it was nothing that couldn’t be fixed in a few more days of learning.

It was your turn to point to yourself and gesture to all of you, your giggle chiming through the glowing island like the wind chimes of an eastern hut.

You uttered your name slowly and deliberately, dragging each syllable for him to follow. He did so with ease, and with a few more moments of practice, he could finally say your name as if it was a part of his language. 

You smiled. It has been so long since anyone has said your name.

[the-kr8tor]

nellie is taking over my fridge 😭

Nellie now has an egg business! Good for her! ❤️

[sproldenlover]

NELLIE I LOVE YOU

[charlie-francis-spring]

NICK OR NELLIE?

BOTH

[jazzyvlogs]

How Ellis should have responded the second he heard Nick call Rihannon Fireball.

Violence was the only answer.

[yuno-karei]

Your oc Dread has the *coolest* bloodline ability ever, also your character designs are bangers I love the colors they’re so great. Are there any m!ik oc fun facts you’ve been dying to share but haven’t gotten around to?

AAAA I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU LIKE THEM!!! I honestly had so much thoughts about them that I'm not sure what I've shared and what I have not, but one of the fun facts that rotates in my head is that Nelly's actually pretty good with plants!

... Just that it's more like:

Suzy's so used to her shenanigans

[maiteo]

the amount of casuals that are gonna be in manu’s business as well as the average evil prem fan (especially the united ones) I don’t think I can do this

please

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

How would Oliver & Nellie feel about Evie since she’s basically Blair’s little sister?

It's been months so you already know that they love her so much! SO have some hc and little things about them bc they deserve it!

You cannot tell me Oliver wouldn't run anywhere for Evie. Like, oh Evie wants a coffee/frappe? Oliver would take Betsy, go to Starbucks and come back with her order in less than five minutes. I did the coffee example but this applies to anything really. SHe just have to ask and he's all "On it!"

Also, Evie is definitely the first person Oliver goes to after he realizes The Thing.

"I know it might be weird bc he's your brother and everything but-" "Thank God you figured it out, you were driving me insane" "???"

Nellie sometimes forgets that Evie is actually younger and basically the baby of the group. Is it bc Evie looks older due of traumas? Is it bc she always hangs out with the main group and they're all older? Is it bc Nellie is a bit afraid of treating her like a child so she basically "age her up"? Probably all of them lol (I say lol but this is actually lowkey sad and angsty so yeah)

Also I need Nellie, Blair and Evie in Paris. They're iconic and I love them. Also Oliver, but these three would be something different, and I love it.

Oh! And Nellie and Evie will be the most sister-in-law in the universe and this is lowkey hilarious. Like, they will both marry an Archibald and their brothers are the most long-lived couple between their dramatic af group so yeah.

[ja3yun]

I just saw the ask where someone mentioned feeling safe and you replied about how you don't post/answer to the hate you get.

SEND ME THE NAMES BESTIE🤺🤺🤺

😭😭 thank you! next time i get them i'll send them your way to deal with 😤

[mithrilhearts]

Please may I request, Barduil treat, for the Trick or Treat writing prompt?

Yes!!! Absolutely my friend, you can!! Goodness, I've not written Barduil is almost a YEAR, and let's just say, I wrote three different things for this, didn't like them, but have settled on some good ol' modern au!! I went a little above that 500 word mark, but I couldn’t stop myself. I hope you enjoy it!!

Bard hadn’t realized just how much time had passed since he’d gotten saddled up at the bar after his shift. Working the docks made for a tiresome work schedule, and with his kids nicely nestled in the homes of others for various sleepovers, it meant time wasn’t of great importance. It was one of those rare weekends where he was without his children, much as he loved them, but being a single father of three was tiresome. Just as it made him feel secluded from the outside world.

A careless evening of sitting at the bar, sipping away some drinks and munching on food he normally would have taken home, but something kept him rooted to his seat. Or rather, someone, but that didn’t matter. He had nothing but time.

He’d seen the blond in here a time or two, typically with a glass of red wine in hand, and he oozed elegance. There was just something so proper and so pristine about the man who Bard didn’t even have a name for as he kept stealing glances from across the room. Was it the long blond hair that had him ensnared? Those captivating blue eyes? Or perhaps it was how the blond fellow practically glowed anytime he laughed.

It was always such a soft sound, drowned out by the sounds of a lively neighborhood bar, but Bard picked up on those sounds all the same. Once, he’d even made eye contact with the gentleman, and locking with those striking blue eyes had been a mistake. A flush of mild embarrassment rose high on the bargeman’s cheeks, turning back around to tend to his drink that he’d been nursing for the past twenty minutes, before it all led to empty disappointment. Save for a few ice cubes.

“Pathetic,” Bard huffed to himself, giving the ice in his glass a little swirl as he focused more on the cup than his surroundings, at least until the barstool next to his was scooted out, and a thin wine glass entered his peripheral vision. A wine glass filled nearly to the rim with red.

“I hope you don’t mind.” That calm and yet vaguely familiar voice broke through whatever concentration on anything else that Bard had, forcing the bargeman to look up from his empty glass towards the man he’d been ogling for some time now.

“Oh, no, please, go ahead.” It was the polite and friendly thing to do, though that focus on being friendly withered away in favor of confusion as another long stemmed glass appeared before him.

“Red or white?” The bartender asked expectantly.

“Excuse me?” Bard’s brows rose a bit as he shifted his hand to push the glass away. “I didn’t order this–”

“He did.” With a small nod signaling to the tall blond that had seated next to Bard, the bartender scooted the glass back. “So, what will it be, red or white?”

Bard bit the inside of his cheek for a moment as one brow arched, his eyes flickering between the glass and he who ordered it. “Red, then.” To better match his new company. As soon as his glass was filled and the two were left in silence, Bard finally found a few less fumbled words to leave his lips. “Thank you, that wasn’t necessary–”

“I know, I wanted to.” The blond took a sip from his glass, the crystal shadowing a bit of whatever small grin he was sporting. “Thranduil, and you’ve been watching me for a greater portion of our evening, Mister…?”

“Bowman,” Bard blurted quickly before clearing his throat. “Bard Bowman, and I wasn’t staring, there was a television right over your head, the game was getting good.”

“Mhm, who was playing?” Thranduil asked with an arched brow of suspicion. “Ah, no peeking.” Shifting a bit so that he could block Bard’s view, the dark haired man came up with no reasonable response, leaving Thranduil to chuckle lightly. “Don’t mistake my words, I’m flattered, not offended. If I was offended, I wouldn’t be sitting here buying you a drink of all things.” Mister Bowman was quite easy on the eyes as well if Thranduil did say so himself.

“That makes way more sense than being offended and trying to charm me with wine,” Bard sighed, rolling his eyes, but finding his faint laughter joined with that of Thranduil’s.

“Then it’s working.”

“What?”

“I’m charming you.”

Bard bit his lower lip for a moment. It was hard to argue that, especially considering the flush still on his cheeks and the butterflies roaring in his stomach that he hadn’t felt since his school years. “It’s nice to meet you, Thranduil,” Bard spoke while lifting his wine glass and holding it over towards the blond in a toast-like-manner. When Thranduil slowly complied with the gesture and their glasses clinked, Bard truly couldn’t have been more grateful for tonight’s fast-paced turn of events. “And yes, you’re charming me.” Easily.

And despite the fact that he wore confidence well, Thranduil himself had nerves fluttering about in his chest, and the fact that his bold behavior to do something about those longing stares from across the room bore fruit, made all those stomach knots worth it. “Well then, tell me about yourself, Bard Bowman. If you have the time, I’d love to hear everything.”

Luckily for both of them…

“I have nothing but time.”