❤️~Nixie_Boy~❤️ Posts

Hello it's me Syckly again and I am so glad to join the Tumblr community this is a cool place to be and has rather interesting content. In my blog there will be multiple role plays and my opinions and such. I would appreciate if there would be no hate because I know that there are multiple different opinions about certain fandoms and ships and stuff but let me be clear I will be doing the ships I want and fandoms I want. I will take suggestions though as long as they are kind and considerate.

A couple things y'all should know about me:

My age: none your business.

My height: why would y'all want to know that? It's not 6"7" by the way. But if you're curious it's 5"7"

Gender: COMPLICATED

Hobbies: basketball, writing, drawing, reading, singing, impersonations, soccer, and more.

I am a tomboy (aesthetic) by the way which y'all will soon find out. Like I said before there should be no hate and this is a free space and you can interact with my favorite characters and yours too.

There will be OCS on here so if you do not like people making their own original characters to certain fandoms then this probably isn't the right place for you because I got a lot of them. So fair warning.

Like I said in the description my first couple starters and my favorites would most definitely be the Hazbin Hotel, Sonic the Hedgehog franchise, TADC. Like I said I do take suggestions but I will not be forced if I do not feel comfortable doing it I probably won't just let me know.

I will be posting art on here because why not. I do take suggestions and requests but don't be sad if it doesn't get done right away or get done at all.

Also many of you guys may have heard of me from a different Tumblr blog. It was called @Koko The Wolf. I just had to get off of Tumblr for a little bit and just deleted my account because of stress at school and such. So you may already know me you may already not. Any mutuals that I had before you're welcome to like my stuff and become a mutual again but not mandatory.

Also follow me on tictok for more fun content (all my voice acting and singing is on there 😛)

Edit: I'm changing my name so it is easier to find me on other platforms and also I have my own little persona I made! NIXIEBOY (Syckly is definitely still acceptable) ❤️ And I have a cute character now who you'll see more often 😜

Ahem this is my Sonic OC Terra (used to be Koko but was changed because of uh reasons 😛). Isn't she purty? Took me forever to draw.

Koko: I don't look pretty I look... Beautiful. Lovely. Powerful.

Shadow: You don't look half bad. I meant that as a compliment in a way

Koko: aww. Thanks man. 😊

Shadow: You're welcome.

Here is a redesign (not really) of Vinny for my golden days past AU.

❤️

This is for an AU to idk go into Dolls early days in hell and how she meets certain people.

I think I'm going to do Vox next.... 👀

🙃✌️

AHEM...

HERES THE FULL COLOR COUGHHH

Here is some Nico x Jax 🥹

I couldn't believe episode nineeeeeeeee it was so WOW.

(Nico is my oc for tadc btw)

Jax: Wow.

Nico: Yeah. Wow.

Jax is so pretty 😍 I love her smmmmmm

Name:

Terra

Species:

Unidentified (Mobian??? GAIA HERSELF. NOT LIGHT GAIA OR DARK GAIA JUST GAIA.)

Age:

16 (Physically)

Actual Age: Unknown / Immortal

🌟 Abilities / Powers:

Geokinesis – Can control and manipulate earth and stone.

Florakinesis – Spawns flowers and controls plant growth.

Explosive Plant Energy – When emotionally triggered (especially by anger or ptsd), Terra can release devastating explosions from plant energy — strong enough to cause power outages or environmental damage.

Mystery Powers – Some of her abilities have not awakened yet. Her connection to Gaia means she has more than even she know.

Immortality – Unknown to others, Terra cannot die by natural means, though she can regenerate.

⚔️ Weapons / Gear:

None yet. Relies entirely on her raw powers, instincts, and connection to nature. (But she is quite interested in knives)

Sometimes wears Gaian crystals unknowingly, which amplify her abilities.

💚 Personality:

Cocky, confident, and sharp-tongued.

Hides deep emotional pain under layers of sarcasm and strength.

Loyal when she trusts someone, but fiercely guarded and unpredictable.

Mysterious and emotionally complex — often switches from playful to cold in seconds.

Role in Story:

The mysterious anti-hero who joins Sonic's team reluctantly.

A "wild card" who becomes central to the unraveling mystery surrounding G.U.N. and Gaia.

Constant source of tension (especially with Amy), but eventually becomes indispensable to the team.

Backstory:

Unknown — Terra suffers from "amnesia." The only clue to her past is a single word burned into her mind: "Cookie."

She has an unexplainable hatred toward G.U.N., hinting at a dark connection between her origins and their experiments.

Motivations:

Discover who she really is.

Understand the truth about her powers and immortality.

Later: Seek revenge against G.U.N. for what they've done.

Eventually: Protect the Earth from destruction — even if it means becoming the monster the world fears.

⚠️ Conflicts / Flaws:

Amy Rose: Suspicious and jealous of Terra, especially around Sonic.

Struggles to control or understand her full power.

Hates being called "monster" or "project" — a connection to past trauma or experimentation.

Often acts recklessly and impulsively.

Emotional instability tied to her suppressed memories

(tadc)

Part Three: "Oh brother..."

The hotel was chaos.

Not bad chaos.

Charlie chaos.

Which was somehow worse.

Rainbow streamers hung from every railing. Handmade banners covered the walls. Somebody—Angel, obviously—had somehow convinced Husk to create an entire menu of themed drinks.

Charlie spun around in the middle of the ballroom, holding three different decoration lists.

"Does the banner look straight?"

"It is straight," Vaggie replied.

Charlie frowned.

"...Maybe that's the wrong word."

Vaggie laughed despite herself.

The room was already filling with music, conversation, and color.

Lucifer floated a box of decorations across the room.

"Charlie, sweetheart, if you reorganize those tables one more time, I'm going to magically glue them to the floor."

"I'm not nervous! Who said I was nervous?!"

"No one... You have rearranged them six times."

"Seven," Niffty corrected while speed-cleaning a table that was already spotless.

Angel laughed. "Six seven-! OWWW Husk that hurt!"

"I told you DON'T say six seven or I'm going to hit you."

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the hotel...

Dahlia sat on the edge of her bed.

Still.

Silent.

Her suit-dress was perfect.

That somehow made everything worse.

She could hear the party downstairs.

Laughter.

Music.

Celebration.

People being themselves.

And she couldn't make herself move.

What if people looked at her differently?

What if they didn't understand?

What if—

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Dahlia froze.

"...Go away."

"Good evening."

Dahlia groaned immediately.

"Oh for the love of—why does nobody in this hotel understand the concept of knocking?"

Alastor stood in the doorway.

"Technically I did knock."

"You knocked and immediately came in."

"Details."

She closed the door and stomped away.

He teleported inside anyways.

Dahlia nearly jumped out of her skin.

"STOP DOING THAT!"

Alastor grinned.

"No."

The conversation stalled.

Then Alastor noticed her outfit.

The grin softened slightly.

"You look quite nice."

Dahlia blinked.

"...Thanks."

Then she looked away.

And Alastor noticed that too.

The nervousness.

The tension.

The way she kept adjusting her sleeves.

The way she wasn't heading downstairs.

"You are avoiding the festivities."

"No."

"You are."

"No."

"You absolutely are. You usually are the head star of all our parties."

"...Maybe I am just a little."

Alastor tilted his head.

"Why?"

Dahlia didn't answer.

The silence stretched.

Then Alastor spoke again.

A little more carefully this time.

"I have been attempting to understand the purpose of this celebration."

Dahlia blinked.

"Oh God."

"What?"

"You've been researching."

"Correct."

"That's terrifying..."

"Also correct."

Despite herself, she laughed.

The tension eased slightly.

Alastor folded his arms.

"I have questions."

"That sentence is somehow scarier than a murder threat."

"I wish to avoid being rude."

Dahlia looked at him.

He actually seemed serious.

Which was unusual.

And somehow more terrifying.

Alastor cleared his throat.

"I recently discovered that the term 'asexual' appears to apply to me."

Dahlia stared.

"...Really?"

"It would seem so."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

That answer hit her harder than she expected.

Why wouldn't he be?

Alastor continued.

"However, I am still learning."

"Yeah?"

"Indeed."

A pause.

Then:

"How would you prefer to be addressed?"

Dahlia froze.

Alastor continued before she could interrupt.

"If there are particular pronouns you prefer, I would like to know."

The room suddenly felt very quiet.

For once, there was no teasing.

No sarcasm.

No games.

Just a question.

A simple question.

Asked because he cared enough to ask.

And somehow...

That was scarier than anything else.

Dahlia swallowed.

"You really want to know?"

"Of course."

"Even if it's confusing?"

Alastor smiled slightly.

"Dahlia."

"What?"

"We survived the stock market crash."

She laughed despite herself.

Then looked down at her hands.

Took a breath.

And finally decided that maybe...

Just maybe...

She was tired of hiding.

So she looked up.

Met his eyes.

And began to tell him the truth.

---

Why are you french

Part 2: "The Tea Has Been Detected"

Dahlia had been staring at herself in the mirror for approximately seven minutes.

Not because she hated what she saw.

That was the weird part.

She actually liked it.

The suit-dress hugged her figure perfectly while still giving her that sharp, confident energy she loved.

It felt like her.

Not the version everyone expected.

Not the version she performed.

Just...

Doll.

"Okay," she muttered.

A nervous smile appeared.

Then disappeared.

Then appeared again.

"Okay."

She adjusted the collar.

Then the sleeves.

Then the collar again.

Then—

BANG.

The door flew open.

Dahlia nearly screamed.

Angel Dust stormed inside.

"DOLL!"

She whipped around.

"What the fu—"

"I need your opinion."

"No! I'm uh.... I'm busy rn!"

"Too bad."

Angel marched halfway into the room before stopping.

Dead.

Silent.

Staring.

Dahlia froze.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Angel slowly lowered his sunglasses.

"Dahlia."

"Angel."

"Dahlia."

"No."

"Dahlia."

"Absolutely not."

"DOLL."

"ANGEL."

His grin spread.

Slowly.

Dangerously.

Like a shark spotting blood in the water.

"Oh."

"No."

"Ohhhhhh."

"Stop."

"OHHHHHHHH."

"ANGEL."

"YOU LOOK HOT. Damn Mamacita."

Dahlia threw a pillow at him.

He caught it.

Still grinning.

"The tea."

"There is no tea."

"The tea."

"There is literally no tea."

"The tea has been detected."

She groaned and buried her face in her hands.

Angel gasped dramatically.

"You... I know you've been talking about not being a part of the community because of image issues but... Did you come out to someone?"

"..."

"DIDN'T YOU? AND ME YOU'RE BESTIE. DIDN'T GET INFORMED FIRST?"

"..."

"Oh my GOD."

"DON'T MAKE IT A THING."

"DON'T MAKE IT A THING?"

Angel practically levitated.

"Dahlia, sweetheart, this is the biggest thing you've done since accidentally threatening an Overlord because he insulted your flowers."

"He deserved it."

"He absolutely did."

Angel sat beside her.

The teasing faded slightly.

Only slightly.

"So."

Dahlia sighed.

"So."

"You wanna tell me?"

For a second they hesitated.

Then smiled nervously.

"I'm genderfluid."

Angel blinked.

Then immediately hugged her.

Dahlia squeaked.

"ANGEL."

"LOOK AT YOU."

"I CAN'T BREATHE."

"I'M PROUD OF YOU."

"YOU'RE CRUSHING MY SPINE."

He released them.

Still smiling.

A softer smile.

A real one.

And suddenly Dahlia realized they hadn't needed to be scared.

Not with him.

Not here.

Not now.

"...I'm also pansexual."

Angel nodded.

"Cool."

"And demisexual."

"Cool."

"I was worried."

Angel looked genuinely confused.

"Doll, we're literally in a hotel where the princess of Hell believes everybody deserves a second chance."

"..."

"The bartender is a cat."

"..."

"There is a TV who dates a moth."

"..."

"The radio guy exists."

"..."

"You thought we were gonna judge you?"

A laugh escaped her.

"Fair point."

"Damn right."

Angel stood.

Clapped his hands.

Then pointed dramatically.

"NOW."

"Oh no."

"WE'RE DOING NAILS."

"Oh no."

"WE'RE DOING MAKEUP."

"Angel—"

"WE ARE GETTING YOU READY FOR THE GAYEST PARTY IN HELL."

"THAT SOUNDS TERRIFYING. I was thinking about not going actually-"

"IT SHOULD TERRIFY YOU AND YOU ARE GOING."

For the next hour—

They laughed.

Talked.

Shared stories.

Angel explained some of his own experiences.

The stupid stereotypes.

The assumptions.

The awkward questions.

The frustrations.

The victories.

And somehow...

It didn't feel scary anymore.

Not as much.

Not with someone who understood.

Eventually Angel finished painting her nails.

Stepped back.

Admired his work.

Then nodded.

"Perfect."

Dahlia smiled.

A genuine one.

The kind she rarely let people see.

Angel pointed dramatically.

"You're gonna be fine."

"...You think?"

"I know."

She looked down.

Then quietly asked the question that had been sitting in her chest all evening.

"...What if people see me differently?"

Angel was quiet for a moment.

Then shrugged.

"Then they're idiots."

Dahlia laughed.

"No, seriously."

Angel smiled.

"Dahlia."

His voice softened.

"The people who love you?"

"They'll still love you."

"The people who care about you?"

"They'll still care."

"And the people who don't?"

He shrugged.

"Screw 'em."

Dahlia snorted.

"That's your advice?"

"Yep."

"That's great advice. You usually only give good advice when you're high or horny."

"And yet I'm right nonetheles. AND HEY I GIVE GOOD ADVICE WHATEVER STATE I AM IN. Humph."

Unfortunately—

He was right.

Eventually Angel stood.

Straightened his jacket.

And grinned.

"Alright."

"Alright what?"

"I have exactly forty-seven minutes to become fabulous."

"You already think you're fabulous."

"Damn right I do. But I mean even more fabulous if that's even possible. Bye-yuh toots!"

He opened the door.

Then pointed at her.

"You better wear that outfit."

"I probably will."

"You better."

"I said I probably will."

"DOLL."

"Fiiiiine."

Angel grinned.

Then disappeared down the hallway.

The room became quiet again.

Too quiet.

Her smile slowly faded.

And the doubts returned.

What would Charlie think?

What would Vaggie think?

What would everyone think?

...

What would Alastor think?

That question lingered the longest.

For reasons they refused to acknowledge.

Dahlia sighed.

Then looked into the mirror.

Really looked.

The suit-dress.

The painted nails.

The confidence she was trying to build.

The person staring back at her.

For years she'd spent so much time pretending.

Performing.

Hiding.

Changing herself for everyone else.

But tonight...

Maybe she didn't have to.

Maybe she could just be Dahlia.

Slowly—

A smile spread across her face.

Then another.

Then a grin.

"Oh, screw it."

She spun dramatically.

The dress flared.

The suit caught the light.

And for the first time all day—

She felt beautiful. He felt Handsome. They felt...

Doll.

Not because someone else told her she was.

Because she believed it.

And somewhere deep inside...

That felt like the bravest thing she'd ever done.

---

The first thing Lucifer noticed was that Dahlia hadn't made a joke in almost ten minutes.

That was alarming.

Genuinely alarming.

Normally, whenever she walked into a room, she brought enough sarcasm and attitude to fuel an entire city's power grid.

Now?

She sat on the edge of a chair in Lucifer's room, tapping her fingers against her leg while staring at the floor.

Lucifer slowly lowered the rubber duck he had been attaching a Canon to.

"...You're thinking."

Dahlia immediately looked up.

"Huh What? Sorry I was just uh... Thinking."

"Dahlia."

"I'm thinking a little. I'm just... Yeah."

"Aha. That makes total sense."

She groaned dramatically.

"Oh, shut up."

Lucifer grinned.

"There she is."

Dahlia rolled her eyes.

The smile lasted exactly two seconds before it disappeared again.

Lucifer noticed.

Of course he noticed.

The King of Hell had many flaws.

Being oblivious wasn't one of them. Most of the time anyway...

"...What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Dahlia."

"Nothing."

"Dahlia."

She groaned.

"Can everyone stop doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Saying my name like you're about to uncover some tragic secret."

Lucifer leaned forward.

"Because every time someone says 'nothing's wrong,' something is usually wrong."

"..."

"..."

"...I hate that you're right."

"I know. I'm always right haha."

"Arrogant bastard."

"Thank you."

Dahlia barked out a laugh despite herself.

For a moment she considered dropping it.

Keeping the secret.

Walking away.

Pretending she never came here.

It would be easier.

Safer.

Then again...

She trusted Lucifer.

Probably more than anyone.

Which was weird.

Because when she was alive if somebody had told her she'd end up viewing the literal Devil as her best friend and kind of sorta father figure In a way, she'd have laughed in their face.

Yet here they were.

Lucifer's voice softened.

"You know you can tell me anything Y'know."

Dahlia stared at her hands.

"I know."

"Then tell me."

Silence.

The room suddenly felt too warm.

Too quiet.

Too small.

She hated this.

She could fight demons.

Track down targets.

Perform in front of thousands.

But somehow this was terrifying.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

Lucifer blinked.

"Dahlia."

"I'm serious."

"Dahlia."

"Lucifer."

His expression softened.

"I promise."

She swallowed.

Then looked up.

"...I'm genderfluid..."

Silence.

Her heart immediately attempted to launch itself through her ribcage.

Lucifer blinked once.

Twice.

Then smiled.

"Oh."

"...Oh?"

"Oh."

"...That's it?"

"Dahlia, sweetheart, I thought you were about to tell me you accidentally burned down half the Pride Ring."

She stared.

"You already knew..."

"I suspected."

"You suspected?"

"Dahlia."

He pointed.

"You wear dresses."

She nodded.

"You wear suits."

She nodded.

"You are a literal Drag King AND Classy Jazz singer."

She nodded.

"You once showed up wearing nothing but shorts and a button up."

"It looked cool."

"It did."

"Thank you."

Lucifer smiled.

Then his expression became gentle.

"You don't have to be scared of me. You know you can tell me literally anything Doll "

Something in her chest tightened.

Because that was the part she hadn't wanted to admit.

She had been scared.

Not of Lucifer.

Of rejection.

Of disappointment.

Of people seeing her differently.

"I also... I'm P-..."

She hesitated.

"Pansexual."

Lucifer grinned.

"Same."

Dahlia blinked.

"...Seriously?"

"Seriously."

A laugh escaped her.

A real laugh.

Not the fake kind.

Not the performance.

The genuine one.

The kind that felt warm.

And suddenly Lucifer was standing.

"Oh, this won't do."

"What won't do?"

"This entire situation."

"What situation?"

"The lack of celebration."

Before she could ask what that meant—

SNAP.

The room vanished.

"WHAT THE UNHOLY—"

Dahlia nearly fell over.

A massive boutique stretched around them.

Rows of clothes.

Suits.

Dresses.

Accessories.

Shoes.

Colors.

Styles.

Everything imaginable.

Lucifer spread his arms dramatically.

"Welcome."

"..."

"..."

"...You made a... store?"

"I made a store."

"Out of thin air."

"Correct."

"Why?"

"Because we're shopping."

"Oh God."

"No."

"What?"

"I'm God's ex."

Dahlia immediately groaned.

"THAT JOKE WAS AWFUL."

"I KNOW. Forgot I said it... Ewgh..."

For the first time all day—

She couldn't stop smiling.

And for a little while...

Everything felt lighter.

---

I wanted to say that because well....this is literally my first pride month and it's been so good so far.

I made a fanfic for Hazbin Hotel for pride month (it is RadioFlower kind of...?) And there is like six or seven or so parts so I hope you enjoy and yeah. Oh and I'll definitely be making Fanart for it too eventually.

(Note: this is like one of my oc DOLL coming out btw)

So expect to see those soon and yeah.

HAPPY PRIDEE

I hope your month goes well and...