ALRIGHT EVERYONE I HAVE CREATED A Crack Nix-centered fanfic idea that completely deviates from the plot and also probably canāt happen because of the world building around the Nycast species that I want to tell you anyway cause itās the most cliche of cliche fan-fic ideas and I donāt care, (btw Iām REALLY behind on the episodes and so just for the sake of it making sense, pretend this happens like right after episode 5 so even people not far into the series can understand and enjoy without spoilers, AND, so I donāt have to align this with the ongoing plot or any other events after episode 5):
Alright so for some reason the company that creates nycasts is struggling (the company owned by Reezas grandfather btw.) They end up offering a cash reward to anyone willing to return any products no-questions-asked for the materials (this includes Nycasts.) Nixās āmomā aka Mrs. Rattlescron is like: āBET!āAnd makes the call to return Nix at night so heād be gone by the mourning- taken in his sleep to be dismantled for the materials.
Appolo over hears this but is to slow to action and Nix is gone by the mourning. The next day at school while the main friend group wonders where Nix is Apollo is so guilt stricken he caves and tell them everything. both his team and Nixās team (team 1 and 7) team up to rescue him (after Reeza and Vai nearly kill Appolo for not stopping it.)
They arrive at the factory but Nix is already torn apart by the time they asked around enough to find him, Reeza manages to trick the engineers/artificers to start putting him back together since she is the princess. Sadly- her grandfather finds out and is furious with her demanding they take him apart again, before anyone can react (and since most of Nix is finished at this point) they leave quickly by stealing Nix and bolting for it all the way back to Willow and Reezas dorm.
Reeza finishes up the last easy bits left to fix and all of team 1 and 7 gather round anxiously waiting for him to turn on. EVENTUALLY after way longer than it should have taken, he opens his eyes as his camera Lens pupils react to the light! To everyoneās relief he turns out fine! Despite Willow not likeing touch she leaps up and hugs him tight!
Nix is taken aback but smiles, embraces her back and as she pulls away he says:
āThank you so much! That was a very welcomeing if greeting! Can I ask your name?ā In the most delighted tone ever.
Everyone freezes and Apollo jumps up frantically, desperately trying to explain how heās Apollo rattlescorn and āYOU ARE NIX RATTLESCORN, MY BROTHER!ā
But it is to no avail and Nix naively exclaims:
āThatās great! Nix was it? What a lovely name for me! Iām honored to be your brother Apollo!ā
Now team 1 and 7 with a history of a bitter rivalry have to find a way to fix Nix together and Reeza also has to find away to avoid her family!
Heard MMS say to just make that fanart cause heās ānot our momā in the Tumblr video he made and needed to draw him genderbend fanart! (If he seeās this- uhhhhh sorry mom)
Btw- these are all old drawings I did for practice and was self taught via images I saw- none of this is actually art advice and I have never studied anatomy to make any of these!
This isnāt just gender swap these are just low-effort doodles of Jax if she transitioned, I head canon her name would be Daisy and no one is changing my mind š¤£!
I based the design off of many different versions of her Iāve seen on Tumblr but special thanks to āsunnybugsterā who posted a 3d model of her! (I kinda just noticed I made it near- identical to her design without changing muchā¦ uhhhhhh- consider it fanart! (It pretty much was)! Great design sunnybugster- please check her out to give them love and enjoy my compilation of memes!
A short mystery story I wrote for tumblr! I really hope anyone willing to read through it completely will comment there predictions, if this has enough people curious (or I just feel like it) Iāll post another clue to help! If you get to the end thereās a poem for the reader with two hidden messages! This is all an original work, I hope you all enjoy and any comments, predictions, or criticisms is highly appreciated and encouraged!!!
2500-3000 words
January 6, 2024
I never really knew Jake, actually; no one did.
All we know is that heās fit and that heās competitive. The only reason we are aware of his name is due to the teacher's daily attendance (Which he never even answers, AND THE TEACHERS DON'T CARE! I understand we are a class of 40, but COME ON!)
He only ever plays tag. No other game seems to be good enough for him- I guess it doesnāt properly illustrate his endless training on the playground. If we ever decide to play something else, he doesn't try to win; he just uses it as an excuse to be the most athletic and exercise. All in preparation for the next āawaited game of tagā (which he told me when I obtained enough courage to approach him). It is a bit pitiful in my opinion because half of the class doesn't even play and just looks onā¦ oddly.
I have to give him this; on the playground during tag, heās magnificent. The only one capable of tagging him is his sister Juliet, (Who is just as much of a perplexing specimen.)
Sheās just like him except sheās a great tagger, and heās not.
Whenever he tries tagging others, he's much less of a formidable opponent. Heāll struggle so much that some poor soul will have to walk up to him (cautiously) and let themselves be tagged, KNOWING they'd never be able to tag him if they tried (Luck-ly Iāve never been tagged!) He wouldnāt be āITā again until his sister came back the following week.
That may seem odd, but that's because it is! His sister only ever shows up once a week to play tag, and then we'd have to wait for her to come back for Jake to get tagged. She never does any schoolwork or participates in competitions either. The teachers never give either of them tests or worksheets and just let them run on a treadmill at the back of each class EVERY TIME!
āThey probably have a disease, making it so they can't stop running for over an hour.ā
āNO! They must be part of a secret organization to keep us running!ā
This fight happened over and over again in my grade. Those were the two most accepted views- but no one could ever really be sure, so any theory is game (though I warn you, the more you listen, the more brain cells you seem to lose. I assume that's why half of my peers never assist in the discussion.)
My hypothesis is that they are part of a competitive family of athletes.
Anytime I tell someone they think I'm a logic worm, so I keep quiet most of the time. I honestly find them just as intriguing as anyone else, but there must be a rational explanation for their top-tier weird behavior. I wonder what the physical outcome of their extensive athletic training would be on a mere child's body!
I plan to consult my parents on both kids' behavioral patterns. They both partake in the study of knowledge and the mind scape; they must have beneficial advice to bless me with (and unlike my lousy classmates, they would appreciate my well-established hypothesis). That task will be left for tomorrow morning after I have absorbed my Fluffy Japanese-style pancakes with extra syrup.
January 7, 2024
I have uncovered a breakthrough of mass proportion!!! (Who said 10-year-olds amount to nothing!) This was truly worth pausing my research on the cafeteria food and the chemical interaction in the meatloaf- causing the extreme elevation and augmentation of the batter, along with the mysterious air bubbles (which produce much less dopamine when popped than true bubbles).
After attempting to discuss the predicament of the twins with my dear biological parents, I indeed learned Jake and Juliet live right. next. Door (My parents were very hesitant in telling me that, so I must be uncovering a groundbreaking discovery!) My dear journal, the number of experiments I could perform on both twins in a short period of time due to their close proximity is the most surreal and essential piece of knowledge Iāve ever obtained!
According to the most reliable source (One may call MOM), their parents are āeven more oddā. From an equally important source of myself, Iāve found that neither adult ever exits the house. The only part of them you could spot is their hands in the morning as they usher their children (or just Jake most days) out to attend the hellscape called public school. Maybe they have some form of agoraphobia, or maybe they're too dimwitted to comprehend the primal need for some form of sustenance.
That does raise the question of how one can live such an elongated time without any food or water. If they really, authentically had a genuine refusal of departing from the very porch their hands can be observed from, how do they maintain an adequate form of survival? With such fit and well-maintained kids, I had deduced their eating routines would be of the utmost importance and set to the highest of standards.
Attempting a diplomatic and civil approach for conversation may not be well appreciated (Why people do not appreciate the advice we intellectuals inform and bless their ignorant, feeble minds with is still unknown.) Many say it is āRude,ā though I believe that is just a form of pitiful denial of their inferiority.
I have wrought an advanced plan that I personally innovated with no help from any of my associates. Running a multitude of tests on individuals without their informed consent would be considered malpractice. (Which cannot be part of my permanent record). This treacherous predicament is of undeniable significance and is a noteworthy experience that I shall document officially one day! I could obtain a fortune as the girl who disproved the wild conspiracies that those two buffoons (Jake and Juliet) have gotten themselves into. (IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF FLUFFY JAPANESE-STYLE PANCAKES!)
I have established a makeshift D-Luxs Digital Camera to survey and scrutinize the dear mysterious family (Yes that is the name I have partaken in calling their household; science and creativity are not close partners.) By setting up a contraption outside any window in our house that corresponds to a congruent one in theirs, I could create a 100% active documentation video responder allowing me to speculate theories from seen footage of movement in their home (I am well aware of how the plan sounds, no need to remind me. Morality can wait, science has always been cruel- I mean ever heard of what science calls the fear of long words?)
If a pattern is spotted, I may be able to distinguish the reason behind it and uncover any other unknown odd behavior. If I am to establish such a plan spontaneously in my life, my daily routine is likely to be disturbed- and suspension may be raised. No, I must create the roots of this plan slowly and integrate it into my habits and regimen. The fewer individuals who are aware of my true mission, the fewer individuals who could hinder it.
January 14, 2024
Time has ceased to play a factor in my life, and the more bullet points I mark, the faster my pursuit becomes. My ambition for my makeshift project has ballooned out of proportion as many red threads get connected and others come loose. The pile of logical explanations I could reasonably attribute to this family has dwindled and become null. My paper usage has deforested nations (and my mother's coffee machine growls whenever I pass by.)
A week has passed since the beginning of my mission, and more information has come to light about the mishappenings of the mysterious family (No Iām not CHANGING IT!) As my investigation marches on, the phenomena has grown out of proportion! Even my own home has faced dire consequences from the latest happenings. (That coffee machine keeps growling when I appear near its vicinity.) I have become intangible with my ranting, but my fellow peers only pair fatuous comments with my facts (I pray I haven't stupefied them beyond repair). I have spoken to my parents about my discoveries, but they told me I was being garrulous and wasting my time on my childish infatuation.(That accusation, hurt?)
Regardless I have carried on, while conditioning my vast variety of tests on the subjects (Jack, Juliet, and parents alike) much has been found! All of which I have kept meticulous notation of, that I shall now condense in this far superior journal. (Donāt tell the other journals I said that!)
Night-time observations:
As soon as nighttime strikes, loud banging can be heard up and down the stairs rapidly, as though there is a rush of sorts.
By peering through the windows, their silhouettes can always be seen even if they are not in that area of the house (Which I can tell by the aforementioned banging and stomping).
No visitors come in and no one comes out during the night, but the door is always left open and promptly shut as dusk arrives until Jake (and maybe Juliet) depart for school. It is kept closed until they return and is opened as nightfalls.
The window blinds are always open during the night, yet the darkness prevents any clear perception to the indoors. (This doesnāt count weekends)
Water sometimes pours out of the open door at night, never a lot- just enough to keep the porch and surrounding grass damp by the morning.
Daytime observations:
Windows are sealed shut as window blinds descend. Light can be spotted in the perimeter of the windows, which seem to dance. (Iām sure itās a trick of the mind but- light, DANCING?)
On weekends, windows are open wide as the blinds get put to the side. (The same days that at night the window blinds are closed, coincidence?)
Jake leaves 2 hours before school starts every day, but always arrives at school at the brink of time (we live fairly close.)
The days Juliet leaves for school as well is completely random but always 7 days apart from the last time.
Both are always damp when they leave so they probably shower in the mornings. (1 normal thing about them I suppose.)
My fellow lousy American schoolmates pray to have as organized and direct notes as mine. (I'm sure none of them even has a singular clue about the happenings and strangeness of my neighbors.) Previously in the day, I had consulted some children about my findings, yet their added (Sad excuses for) hypotheses had fallen on deaf ears and shall be āPut asideā (Heavy air quotes) for further inspection. (a phrase I tend to receive from my parentsā¦ maybe I should prod them about the last thing they said theyād ālook at laterā.)
January 1, 2035
Itās been 11 years since I last saw this journal- after my initial findings had been recorded and vanished when I was a child, this journal recently reappeared at my porch bench unscathed with all previous entries preserved perfectly (though a smidge bit soggy). On the current page Iām writing on was a brightly highlighted Post-it note which read āContinue your studies.ā No signature or further instructions. I had to reread my past notes on the topic being discussed to jog my memory, to reiterate everything, 10-year-old me (The author) had been researching my past neighbors living in the house across from my own. This very notebook had been missing for 11 years due to mysterious and unknown circumstances right as I had fallen ill. I had been out to the hospital the day of the 15th, and after my (not so fashionable) return, my countless journals had rendered themselves missing. Now, one of them in the same month they had been lost, has been kindly returned?
It has been a few hours since the last paragraph and I have decided, after careful consideration- to attempt rehashing the old mystery. Sadly, after all these years I have moved locations and am now living in Switzerland, working for the European Organisation for Nuclear Research (CERN) as the consulting scientist. In my reign, I have achieved what I dreamed of and Iāve already built my legacy around my platform to strive for safe, nuclear force fields for all nations to live in peace separately.
Though Iāve found my success, my parents can still be found in my home town. I plan to go on a surprise visit and pray that our queer neighbors have not decided to move their shenanigans elsewhere. (Though I doubt those kids got enough of an education to achieve a working position anywhere and move.)
Besides all that, when I have adequately gathered all the information required I will see if I can get professional approval to conduct an interview- this time I will do this the right way. I will spend my time until the trip reviewing carefully my past notes to see what value they can bring.
January 2, 2035
I have been looking back at my old notations and find many questionable facts mentioned mundanely. I also have researched some of the old locations mentioned and they clash heavily with what I had written. (Could I have possibly been mistaken in my facts and observations?)
Some suspicious noticings:
40 students! The average kids in a class at the time this took place was less than 30!
Only around half the class played tag and discussed Jake and Juliet. Why?
My parents were hesitant to tell me? They have never been hesitant before and theyāve never shied away from dismissing me but for something so odd Iād think theyād inquire more.
My teachers didn't care about the lack of participation, I was constantly scolded for my introverted tendencies!? I never thought them very competent but a treadmill in class?! Who even brought it, and why was it considered appropriate?
I'm just not so sure all of this āresearchā was real (I mean, the obsession with fluffy Japanese-style pancakes was, and still is, VERY real.) There are too many holes in the data left open and dry. Iāve booked a flight for tomorrow and will be making my appearance in my town of origin shortly.
January 12, 2035
It's been ten days since my last entry, and Iāve arrived and begun investigating my prior living arrangement and the creaking house beside it. For now, no trace of note-worthy or paranormal activity can be uncovered; therefore, my trail remains as cold as the constant rain in this quaint town. I'm on my way to discuss this predicament with the people roaming my childhood neighborhood. My next stop is the old fisherman across from my school and the decaying park. He was around when I was a child and often looked on as the children scrambled into the school facility in the morning. Iām writing this in the car and my stop is fast approaching, I will write my assumptions and any clues after my meeting.
Gone with the tide,
Or lost while searching the waters where she now resides,
Only thing left to do is sink this fully and make sure it
Doesn't resurface with the tide.
Lonely am I though, so what fun would that be?
Unless of course another soul would be so kind and try to find me.
Could you succeed? Maybe more clues you need.
Keep looking and youāll see Iāve left a few to start out with-
Remember she worked alone and because of such
Eerily she disappeared, you on the other hand
All together, you can survive the harshest, chilling weather.
Dwelling alone- youāre her last and only hope.
Enjoy this challenge enough and more clues I may post- just
