#⨴ a trinket arrives on your door step ⨵ - mod trinket

[headmate-lootbox]

can u drop me the most stereotypical radqueer anti-angerer alter ever >:3

(hi, new mod (trinket) just dropped, this is my first post, doc needed help :p)

Name;; kengret, stacy, marcy, marvin, stevin

Age/Modifier;; 17, panage

Gender;; bigender, trigender, pangender, omnigender, polygender, any and all genders that are inherantly more than one place on the gender spectrum

Pronouns;; litterally any, all of them, every neo you can imagine

Orientation;; turigirl, gaybian, panrose, nimiusaroace

CisIDs;; intersex, audhd, vertigo, cptsd

TransIDs;; tris intersex, trans wheelchair user, trans ehlas danlos, trans POTS, trans asthma, trans animal fur allergy, trans programmed, trans furry

Paras;; 🌈🥄

Role;; identity holder, instigator, instructed-persecutor, janusian, littlex, middlex, trauma holder

Source;; brainmade

Extra;; trans programs list; delta , beta , zeta , gamma , callback , & duality. big titty emo bimbo man to piss of the antis o7. (fag is just like me fr - trinket fronter)

[arcanaalamode]

Main 6 After Being Gone on A Trip Without You

This isn't even related to the post but gosh can Nadia step on me please and thank you

- Mod Nadia

Asra

He's already used to leaving for long periods of time but whenever he comes back he missed you a lot

He is kinda disappointed in himself for leaving you so often because he knows you don't actually enjoy it and you just go along with it

Let's be grateful this fool came to his senses and stopped doing that

Whenever he does need to go somewhere without you though now he will make sure to hug you tightly before leaving

Once he returns he just crashes into you at full force hugging the living hell out of you

Kisses all around

Brought you a bag full of stuff he knows you'd like

The next few days is just pure cuddling and kisses for the ones that were missed on the traveling days

Nadia

This woman does not want to travel anywhere especially without you

Headaches for days when she's out traveling

She will tell her guards to send the letters she's written to the palace so you'll still always talk to her even when she's gone

When she gets back she refuses to attend to anything until she has had at least 24 hours with you

Her headaches become really bad whenever she gets back so you usually play with her hair and rub her scalp to help

Being in your presence soothes her irritation so she'll often just stay silent as you cuddle with her in bed

You and her will spend the day cuddling, taking a bath, eating dessert and telling stories til it's time to rest

Julian

He can't stay away from you for very long so he'll try his best to get back as soon as possible

If his trips take too long he'll become restless and completely stay up for days on end because you're the one who helps him fall asleep

He is far more irritable and emotional during this time

When he gets back he looks like a dead man

The instant he sees you he runs into your arms and picks you up crying into your shoulder because he missed you so much

You couldn't really sleep without him either, so both of you are exhausted

The day back is spent sleeping, kissing, and cuddling, which doesn't only help Julian regain his energy but also soothe his emotions

He doodled little hearts and your name on multiple of his notebooks when he missed you most

Portia

She's not used to going away for very long so when Nadia requested Portia come with her on a trip she was surprised

Portia was very tired and annoyed for most of the trip due to the long travel and the rude people her and the countess came across

She just wanted to come home and kiss your face again

When they arrive back Portia runs back into the palace looking for you

She kicks down your door and screams jumping onto you while you scream from surprise

She hugs you like a bear squeezing a baby deer and you are on the edge of death from cuddles

Nadia allows her to have the day off from all her hard work during the trip and you both just relax in the cottage gardening

Portia brought back fun little trinkets and shows you all of them in full detail

Muriel

He makes sure that Inanna stays with you the entire time he's gone

He doesn't like leaving the hut in the first place but when he has to leave both the hut, you and Inanna for so long he gets sad

Muriel will often come back earlier than expected because he just wants to come back home

He'll sit down by the fire and all three of you will just huddle up together resting from the emotional and physical distance that took place

Muriel is so happy to be back home in his little hut with his favorite people

Inanna is especially pleased because she gets double the amount of pets now

You fall asleep and he takes you to bed with him and you both just snuggle peacefully with Inanna laying on top of you two

Lucio

This man is not happy leaving you alone

"If I come back and there is even a SCRATCH on y/n I will PERSONALLY execute EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU."

He is very angry and stressed the entire trip because he can't know if you're doing okay due to so much work

When he comes back he is so worn out and it's actually very sad

He doesn't even yell at anyone like whoa

He just finds you and hugs you tightly while you lead him over to your bed and lay down

He doesn't have the energy to talk about how great he was and how much he did so instead he just asks you to play with his hair and sleep with him

You both quietly drift off and it's really calming

[maerythu]

A story about like a mafia and someone turning on the boss and doing the right thing - a prompt from a friend of mine

Bang!

A shot rang through the alley, a bright flash of light popping out before leaving the neon lights as the only light source in the alley. A body fell to the ground with a thunk and-as if on cue-the clouds cried out their tears, the water collecting the crimson blood as it flowed out from the body, some of it pooling around the man behind the murder. His hands quivered, gasping for air as his eyes stared down the lifeless body, a homeless techie who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Gun dropping from his hands, smoke still blowing out of the gun,  the murderer bolted away from the scene, the rain masking his tears as they fell from his eyes.

No looking back, the murderer dashed and dashed, shoving a couple civilians to the ground as he raced to his apartment building. No hesitation, the door bashed open as he stomped up the stairs and to his apartment door, causing a couple of unsuspecting tenants to poke their heads out to see the commotion.

Slamming the door behind him, the murderer slid down the door, letting the damn holding his tears back break. He killed a man in cold blood, but why did this matter? He’s killed dozens of men for the Family’s Father. The murderer stared at his tear-stained hands, remembering back to his initiation in the Family.

He was just another man, living on the street after wasting his earnings on upgrading his tech, adding enhanced strength to his arm and a hacking tool for his eye. All illegal, which caused him to be fired from his job and to remain on the run from the Blues. One fateful day, he caught wind of an illegal operation to grab loot from the city’s bank, enough to pay for a one-way ticket out of the hell hole. Loaded with his spare handgun and tech, the day ended with a couple of dead Blues, gang members, and a gun pointed at his own face. Gagged and blindfolded, he was brought before the Family Father, yet rather than execution, the Father hired him, noting how his skills were needed for the Family. Since then, he became known as The Enforcer, disposing of the rich, poor, and anyone in between who would go back to the Family. For a few years, The Enforcer had no reason to leave.

And then this small operation happened. It was supposed to end like any other: an ex-Family member was about to sellout the Family to the Blues, so The Enforcer was released to hunt down and silence the rat. Everything went smoothly until the rat decided to resist. Some struggling went down and before The Enforcer’s gun could land the killing blow on the rat, the rat jerked the gun-hand away, and the bullet landed in the guts of a bystander checking on the struggle. The rat himself fled the scene, leaving The Enforcer with the dying man.

Returning back to reality, The Enforcer lifted himself from the floor and shuffled to his apartment’s window, which overlooked the city from the 15th floor. The streets looked as they always did: bustling with cars on the streets, neon lights-which hid the stars from the people-advertising business from nightclubs to stripclubs and the occasional jewelery store. The people below looked like ants, their features barely able to be made out from The Enforcer’s point of view. Up above, skyscrapers were littered across the rooftops, most losing their color due to weather and little care. Only one billboard stood taller than the others. This year was election year, and a billboard for the mayor’s office stood tall, advertising another run for office for the current mayor. Oddly enough, one of the bulbs in the center was out, covering the mayor’s face in darkness. Still, it’s not like the imperfection made any difference; the mayor had been winning elections since he started running, his competition usually dropping out of the race. Last year, his biggest rival passed due to a heart attack, leaving the mayor without a rival for the spot.

Shifting away from the window, The Enforcer slowly made his way to his bed stand. The mayor had promised absolute peace and prosperity for the city, yet the unfortunate are still being abused by the wealthy, and several are having to find illegal mods just to have an edge in this city. Even Families such as The Enforcer’s run around, shooting and killing whoever they please as long as it conveniences them. The death of that homeless techie was the wake-up call. Someone needs to do what he cannot, and that someone was The Enforcer. Reaching into his bed stand for his old handgun, The Enforcer strolled out of the apartment, aiming for the Family as his first target.

Taking the familiar route through the alleys to the mansion, it only took half an hour for The Enforcer to arrive at the Family’s Mansion. Staging as a household for a wealthy entrepreneur, no Blue would suspect it as the base of operations for the largest crime family in the city.

Arriving at the gate, The Enforcer entered the code and walked right in, none of the gardeners interrupting his mission. The door to the mansion opened up to him, one the many butlers waiting for The Enforcer to enter before shutting the door behind him. Taking a minute to collect his thoughts, The Enforcer ran his hands over his jacket, feeling his holstered gun hidden inside his jacket. With new confidence, he set his sights for the Father’s office on the second floor, climbing the stairs with a small stomp with each step. As he trekked through the mansion, he passed various items of interest in display cases, from animal skulls to little trinkets. To outsiders, these are merely collections the entrepreneur found either on adventures or through trade, but those of the Family knew there were trophies from people killed and smaller crime families they extinguished.

After passing what seemed like dozens of those cases, the door to the Father’s office stood before him, seemingly towering over The Enforcer. Breathing in, he knocked on the door, exhaling with each knock. “Come in,” a gruff voice responded from the other side of the door. The door creaked open as The Enforcer stepped inside and shut the door behind him, locking it in place. The Father had his back to the door, himself staring out the window to the backyard garden.

“Ah, welcome young man. I was wondering where you had run to last night. After all, I did ask for you to immediately report back when the deed was done, but no matter. Now tell me, has the traitor been dealt with? Did he suffer in death or did he-” as the Father turned to face the Enforcer, the Father was met with a handgun pointed at his chest, a cold stare on The Enforcer’s face.

“This is for the city I live in,” he snapped as three bangs echoed in the office, three new holes appearing on the Father’s chest as the Father collapsed to the floor, blood spilling from his bullet wounds and mouth. Lowering the gun, The Enforcer whipped his head back as he heard several people gunning it to the office, some closer to it banging on the locked doors. Knowing he only had enough bullets for three more men, The Enforcer leaped and crashed through the window the Father previously looked through, landing feet-first into the garden’s pool. Resurfacing, The now-ex Enforcer swam through the pool and dashed around the mansion to the front gate. As he ran, the Family knocked the office door down, finding the Father dead on the floor and a window broken open.

Limping, yet satisfied, The ex-Enforcer, walked back to his apartment, knowing that he’s got a lot of work ahead of him if he wishes to do the city some good. Giving himself a small chuckle, he exited the alley he was traversing him before he was grabbed and shoved into the back of a limousine, no one else on the street to see or hear the kidnapping.

As the limousine drove off, the ex-Enforcer clawed at the handle and lock on the door, trying to get out.

“Calm down, my friend. You’re safe for now.” The ex-Enforcer turned to face the source of the voice, and nearly froze when his eyes rested on the mayor.

“Mayor? W-what are you-” he was interrupted as the mayor raised his hand for silence.

“Please, I know you have questions, but I want you to listen for now.” When the mayor saw he had the ex-Enforcer’s attention, he continued. “I must say, you’ve made it difficult to keep tabs on you, Mr. Enforcer. How many have you killed over the years anyways?”

“You know who I am?”

“Of course I know, but we’ll get to that later. I must say, I do fancy your work, leaving a body for the Blues to find and a murder to never solve. You’ve had a perfect record up until recently.” As if to ease any confusion, the mayor pulled a gun out of his pocket, the same gun used to kill the homeless techie last night.

“We found this lying in a pool of bloody water. The Blues thought it was just any kind of gun, but I recognized it as the Enforcer’s weapon. All I had to do was wait for you to be alone before I could grab you. Although, I can’t say I was expecting you to kill the Father. I was hoping a bit more time would pass before he needed replacing.”

“Wait, what are you talking about? The Father-”

“The Father you killed was not the real Father. He was merely a stand-in. Someone to take the bullet so the real Father could continue his work freely.” These words alone set off alarms in the ex-Enforcer’s mind as several pieces began to connect.

“But this doesn’t make sense at all. This would mean that you’re-” “The real Father. You weren’t the first to figure it out, and you certainly won’t be the last.”

“But how?”

“It’s quite simple, really. Several years ago, I founded a small crime group you know as the Family. It wasn’t anything big at first, but through enough dedication and deaths, the Family expanded to be the largest criminal organization in the city. Anyone who would dare oppose us fell swiftly and quietly. It was my own criminal empire, and I almost had all of it.

“Of course, ruling the organization grew boring, so I sought a bigger game, namely the city itself. Of course, I was leading a crime family at the time, so if anyone found out, I’d be out of the race and thrown into a cell for life. To hide my identity, I faked my own death and placed a puppet as the new Father. I already had a cover identity, so to anyone else I was a normal civilian running for mayor. In secret, I used the fake Father as my voice, still issuing orders to the Family without having to do it physically. The best part is that no one, not even the Family, knows I am the real Father. Many rivals and opponents tried to stop me from being mayor on many turns, yet the Family covered them for me, even pretending to try and target me so I was not suspicious of any of the murders.”

“Why tell me this, Mayor? Aren’t you afraid your driver is going to find out?” the ex-Enforcer probed the mayor, slowly reaching for his gun.

“The driver? Of course not. He found out a while back. In fact, you two are very similar in that each of you carry the deaths of my puppets. Of course, he’s found a new purpose in life, and I am offering you the same.” As the last words left his lips, he pointed the ex-Enforcer’s criminal gun at the ex-Enforcer, a cold stare in his eyes. The ex-Enforcer froze in his tracks.

“I’m going to give you the offer, and I suggest you not move unless it’s an answer. You can either join me in my conquest for greater glory, or you can fall here. I’m not lying when I’d say it’d be a waste of your talents if you were to die now, but I wouldn’t shed a tear if you were. I may cry if I see a bloodstain on the seat, but that’s trivial compared to this. So what do you say, Mr. Enforcer? Would you like to continue living this grand life?” the mayor asked as he brought his hand out. Staring at it for a while, The ex-Enforcer’s mind raced for a decision. With a small sigh, the ex-Enforcer reached his hand out to shake his hand. As the mayor smiled, the ex-Enforcer activated the mods in his arm to rip the Enforcer gun out of the mayor’s hand, pointing the barrel at the mayor.

“I promised I’d bring peace to this city. That can’t happen so long as you live, Mr. Mayor. See you later in hell.” The ex-Enforcer pulled the trigger on the gun, a bullet slicing through the air and into the mayor’s skull. The mayor crumpled onto the seat, lifeless and blood spilling from his wounds. Using the mod in his eye, the ex-Enforcer hacked into the limo for control, setting new coordinates for the limo. Attempting to put an end to the killing in the back, the driver turned with a gun in hand, only to be shot two times by The ex-Enforcer. The driver now dead, nothing stopped the limo as it crashed through the gate of the Family’s mansion and crashed right onto the mansion’s stairs. Crawling out of the limo, The ex-Enforcer lifted himself up and watched as several Family members surrounded the limo, guns pointed at the ex-Enforcer. Looking at the mayor’s body and over at an exposed fuel tank, The ex-Enforcer aimed his gun at the tank, issuing a final declaration: “May the Devil have mercy on us all.” One final bang rang through the mansion as the bullet made contact with the tank, and the mansion went up in explosion and flame.

[headmate-lootbox]

ooh we see slime rancher in your sources list so can we get a introject of a honey tabby largo + creators choice of another slime?

Name;; Huni / Kitty / Kat / Sweetie

Age/Modifier;; Chrono 20s / Trans Ageless

Gender;; Agender / Honeylexic / Catlexic / Catgender

Pronouns;; They / Meow / Buzz / Slime / Honey / Cat / Purr / Mrrp / Mew / Bounce / Jiggle

Orientation;; Aromantic / Asexual / Panplatonic / Analterous

CisIDs;; ARFID / ADHD / Dyskinesia / Dyspraxia / Semi-Verbal / Non-Scribal

TransIDs;; TransOCD / TransFullVerbal / TransScribal / Transspecies Humanoid

Paras;; 🌈🥄

Role;; beauheur / delight / destressor

Source; Slime Rancher

Extra;; none here

Name;; glowie, flutter, pounce

Age/Modifier;; chrono 5, "trans big kid" (yto trans age), trans age of consent

Gender;; pangender, glowlexic, glowgender, catlexic, meowlexic

Pronouns;; he/him, she/her, they/them, it/its, fluter/flutters, glow/glows, kitty/cat, bug/bug, hide/hides

Orientation; panrose, hyperrose

CisIDs;; social anxiety, photosensitivity, solar urticaria (sun allergy), verbal flux, non scribal, illiterate, arfid, autism, sensory issues

TransIDs;; trans mintmango flesh

Paras;; 🌈🥄

Role;; appellisian, romanticist

Source;; slimerancher

Extra;; because non traumatized hyperrose kids are a thing, yw.

[headmate-lootbox]

hiii can you please do a DSMP Ghost Tommy (during/post exile) alter?

Name;; tommy, ghommy, spector, phantom

Age/Modifier;; perma 17

Gender;; trisgender, perma egg (fem nonbinary leaning), genderghost

Pronouns;; he/him miss/missed fall/fell

Orientation;; gaybian, nimiusaroace

CisIDs;; adhd, hpd, npd, cptsd, chronic pain, abused

TransIDs;; trans living, trans appreciated, trans loved, trans innocent childhood

Paras;; 🍉, 🧸, 🍸, 🐝, Ω, ⚱️, auto🫁, 🌷, 🔱, 🩳, 🍭, 🪵, 🍄, 🔥, 🩹, ⛓, auto💧, ❌, ♀, ⚧, 😖, 👥🌼, being abused/mistreated in any way (which i couldnt find a code for) [most are for trauma reasons]

Role;; trauma holder, masculine dysphora holder, middlex

Source;; dsmp tommy

Extra;; ghost boy make-a da heart hurty </3

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Hiya, do you know StampyLongHead or DanTDM? I'd like an alter for either of them, but if you know both of them I'll happily take alters for both if you're up for it! /gen /nm

- @glorysroyalpavilion (I somehow can't tag myself sadly 😔)

Name;; stampy, kitty, stamples, mochi

Age/Modifier;; chrono 30

Gender;; bigender, cis man, demi boy, catgender, meowlexic

Pronouns;; any

Orientation;; homosexual, panromantic, demirose

CisIDs;; anthro cat, autistic, posic, delusions, hypersomnia

TransIDs;; trans adhd, tris verbalflux

Paras;; 🧵, 🎎, 🩳, 🫀, 🩸

Role;; soother, comforter, caretaker

Source;; stampylonghead/stampylongnose

Extra;; gender funky cat dad of mcyt kids

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Name;; dan, daniel, teedeeehm, dazzle, dia

Age/Modifier;; chrono 20

Gender;; demiboy

Pronouns;; he/him, they/them, glisten/glistens,

Orientation;; bisexual, greyrose

CisIDs;; labrat, dyslexia, adhd, insomnia, experiment

TransIDs;; transwinged, transspecies(bird hybrid), transeyecolor(to green), transDPD, transchildhood, and transfamily

Paras;; 🐢, 🐙, 🥚, 💥, 🦖, 🌼, 🚨, 🔪, ⛓, auto🩺, 📸, ⛏️, 🤯, 🧹, 🩹☂️, 💭🔪

Role;; sensuanaut, sexual pleaser, sensual reliever

Source;; the diamond minecart/dantdm

Extra;; you cant tell me that isnt just a picture of ramona flowers lmao

[headmate-lootbox]

hi! can you make a sandy fishnets alter pack from evelyn evelyn? (https://youtu.be/DmTf-l1sD_E?si=q4XUL71xO_WPa3Bt)

Name;; sandy, sandra, randal

Age/Modifier;; chrono 13

Gender;; demigirl, piratelexic, waterlexic, sandlexic

Pronouns;; he/she/they/it

Orientation;; caedrose, comp het, lesbian

CisIDs;; orphan, groomed, traumatized, adhd, c-ptsd

TransIDs;; trans pirate, trans sailor, trans species (mermaid &/or siren)

Paras;; compulsory🧸, auto🐙, 💍, 🥇, 🧵

Role;; trauma holder, care taker, soother

Source;; everlyn everlyn

Extra;; you get canon compliant traumatized child for your troubles

[headmate-lootbox]

hello, im from mod trinket we are a system, everyone in our sys who is allowed to front and wants to do bah stuff will be helping doc fulfill your lootboxes. we have our own tag its the first one on this post :3. also we are bodily adult and use they&/them& pronouns i cant think of anything else to add rn,, we mostly stick to sources we are familiar with because we arent insane like doc haha (/pos) we love mcyt/mcttv, very hyperfixated on lssmp, uu/unstableverse, ect, but yeah, brain go brr :p hi

[headmate-lootbox]

Could we ask for a bakugo katsuki or an Eijiro Kirishima????

Name;; eijiro, kirishima, kiri, red riot

Age/Modifier;; chrono 17

Gender;; demiboy, rocklexic

Pronouns;; he/him he/ro rock/stone red/red

Orientation;; bisexual

CisIDs;; adhd, eczema, asthma, chronic pain, hypomobility

TransIDs;; trans species (catboy)

Paras;; 🦖, 💤, 🛍️

Role;; protector, caretaker, soother, energizer

Source;; my hero academia

Extra;; one spikey red boi for table 12/silly

[headmate-lootbox]

We sent in an fma Edward elric request, noticed it's not in the drafts list, did Tumblr eat it? /gq (if it has been rejected we completely understand! We jus wanna know if that's the case kr if tumblers being stupid lol)

hi yes sorry, doc rejected that because i think it was just him at the time and fma is an uncomfortable source for doc's sys but now that im also a mod we can do that request if you would like to send it again, thank you for understanding. - trinket

[headmate-lootbox]

could i ask for a pack for three alters in one? I don't want to be rude

yeah i think doc has dome more then 3 in a pack before so i dont thing it will be an issue - trinket