#Upsy Daisy Verse
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It’s been a while since I’ve touched upon these two!
Despite the big age gap between the sibs, Daisy and Lulu get along like a house on fire (sometimes literally, don’t tell ‘Shy). Daisy’s really the only adult besides Discord that can keep up with Lulu’s seemingly endless energy and they do nothing but frolic and play when she visits home. Lucky is fine with this, so long as they leave him alone with his bugs.
Mlp (c) Hasbro
Upsy Daisy and Hullabaloo (c) Me
#my litte pony friendship is magic#my little pony#mlp:fim#mlp next gen#upsy daisy#Upsy Daisy verse#hullabaloo#fluttercord#fan kids#next gen#my little pony next gen#my little pony next generation#mlp next generation#fanart#digital art#oc art#ocs#fan character#Fluttershy x discord#discord x fluttershy
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[meme] upsy daisy
☯ Send “upsy daisy” to pick up my muse bridal style ☯
There was a very audible and startled noise that emitted from the demon, looking very indignant as Bast basically picked him up without warning. Mind stalling for a moment at the strange and sudden turn of events, stunned and lost for the time being. His whole being not sure how to handle this weird moment and taking a moment to react.
Soon as that wore off though, there was a flash of raw anger, disgust, and absolute justified humiliation. How DARE the Cat Goddess even think of picking him up in such a fashion. Especially when his distain for her, for all the Gods in general even those who had not been involved with his imprisonment on this hunk of rock, was well known and established. In fact, that feeling was mutual if their past encounters and fights were anything to go by.
Was she picking another fight with him? That seemed the only reason she’d do something so out of character, either that or try and humiliate the shapeshifter. Which honestly, both seemed plausible at present.
“Aku will be generous and give you FIVE seconds to put him down before he STRANGLES you with your own tail and GUTS you with his claws.”
Probably not the wisest thing to do when she had her claws around him in such a manner, but he was in fury mode. Blinders were on and he was not holding his emotions back, especially the rage and hate, like he normally would try. Composure out the window.
#IC {Aku}#ask#answered#thecatgoddessbast#Upsy Daisy Ask Meme#What Time is This...? {Undefined verse}#I am not sorry for doing this X'D#I am a shit lord and since muses were not specified I couldn't help myself here X'D#Aku is maaaaad at this handling
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So I blinked and suddenly I had a new blog. I will sit down and do proper pages / docs / verses later today but until then, feel free to like this if you are interested in interacting with Sally Jackson from Rick Riordan’s PJO series / canon divergent / heavy wip / sideblog / full of love and fresh cooked food.
#pjo rp#indie pjo rp#i have yet to decide what verses to make but hii hello#i just fell in love with sally at the very first second do not judge me ;)#i need to finish the first book too upsie daisie
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@meinliied sent: “you can’t call your life your own; and in return you have safety, if it’s worth having at the price you pay.” (from lys) (always accepting)
You cannott call your life your own... She crossed her arms in front of her chest, staring at him for a long moment. Who was he to tell her what to do and what not to do? He was not her father, he was not Tormod. He was a prince, not even a king yet, and they were about to take his pretty crown anyway. But something in his words resonated with her, struck a cord deep in her heart and for a moment Marian hesitated. Her gaze drifted away, over fields covered in snow and ice cristals dancing through the air. She had taken spring, had killed all these pretty young flowers...
And for what? It was hard to remember.
“You have no idea about the price that I am paying", she hissed, still not looking at him. The world was cold and dead but so was her heart. What chance could a muscle have that forgot how it was supposed to work? How it felt to beat? Again and again and again.
They thought her a monster, a terrible witch that raised the dead with a flick of her hand. She had seen the fear in the eyes of his young guard, the blonde man that now lay at her feet, prince Lysander still kneeling over him. As if he wanted to protect. As if he cared what happened to his subjects.
Her words rang true though, none of them knew about the price she was paying, for each and every raised corpse, for each and every spell. They took more than just her energy, her life. She would have been content knowing that it cost her the essence of her years, the strength of her body. She was ready to die for the cause after all.
Tormod had warned her of the cost over and over again, but he had also encouraged her, to bring havoc onto Misaria's peaceful shores, to see how far their guardians would go to keep magic pure, alive.
But each corpse took something of her, her memories, her thoughts, her feelings... With each spell Marian gave a splinter of her soul and it hurt so bad.. for only a heartbeat and then magic flooded her senses and she forgot the pain again, only a strange feeling lingering, a scream stuck in her throat, the knowledge that she had just given up something important.
Marian could not remember how it felt to be a child. Had she been happy? Had she been content? She could not remember how her mother looked like or how it had felt to be carried by her father. She knew that Tormod had taken her in, that there had been another girl... But when she closed her eyes the past was gone. Lost to her forever. She had given so much of herself, practiced so much magic, sometimes it was hard to remember even her own name.
"You have no idea what price I already paid, young prince. You do not know what I sacrificed to become this", a gesture of her hands towards her own body, the undead behind her, "Safety is not what I seek, it never has been. But rest assured, as long as you cannot even begin to imagine what I am capable of, what I am willing to give even further, you must not fear. There is bliss in forgetting, Lysander, and I can offer you that safety" She stepped closer, kneeling in front of him and the unconcious guardsmen. "I can give you more than safety. I can give you more than your life. I can give you peace. Imagine it, imagine yourself leaving all this behind. You can go wherever you wish to go, with whomever you wish to go", a small twinkle in her eyes - Tormod's spies within the capital were closer to the royal family than one might think. She knew about the man in front of her, about his desires to be someone else - "And you do not even have to feel bad about those you leave behind. I can make you forget. All the pain, all the suffering. All the fear. You carry so much on your shoulders, prince, give me your hand and I take it all away. In a heartbeat"
#meinliied#I probably misinterpreted your sentence but once I realised it was already too late so here have feels#and sky almost dead upsie daisie#v5 borne by black wings of dawn v Misaria verse#wortkotze vor deine füße
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Taryn's scent, sweet as the spring roses that bathed the Artisans' greenhouses, snuck between his nostrils and he didn't hesitate to inhale the fragrance that was certainly much more appealing than his own dragon-like scent. Though apparently, that natural desert tones of muskyness were attracting Taryn by the way she blushed between his arms. The Artisan Princess, how he liked to call her, was so small and sensual, the soft touch of her breasts brushing his scales was giving him goosebumps. He adored her in not so secret, realizing how much he loved seeing the strawberry lips turning into a smile or a laugh.
"You've had an excellent idea. How if we fly up to Sunny Flight? It's not too far from here and the lighthouse is usually abandoned." that last was emphasized with some interest, lowering the piercing gaze to her figure, swallowing.
"My arms are strong. I won't let you fall, never." he added those pride words while grabbing her tightly, like wanting to make sure to her that she was on good hands. The claw holding her legs squeezed the flesh softly, with a gesture of confidence. Carried by his arms was possibly for Taryn the safest place in the whole Realms since he wouldn't let anything bad happening to her.
'Oh fuck. I will take you for a ride and beyond, baby' thought, the tattooed face trying to hide a huge blush that was decided on coming out.
“upsy daisy” meme ;}
"Were you planning going anywhere? I could carry you from here to Gnorc Gnexus without getting tired, baby."
PICK UP MY MUSE || ACCEPTING
----- NOT expecting to be swept up into a pair of strong arms and held against a firm chest, the redhead couldn't help but gasp aloud, instinctively reaching out to wrap her arms around the neck of whomever had lifted her.
Only when that delightful, rumbling voice vibrated through her body did she relax, face flushing a sweet pink as she turned her head to face Trondo's toothy grin.
" yoυ ѕтarтled мe, ι waѕ jυѕт aвoυт тo нead oυт and looĸ ғor yoυ. "
Her arms were still draped around his neck, but she didn't seem to mind, her tail wagging a bit as she smiled and rested her head upon the great dragon's shoulder, basking in his natural warmth and musk.
" ι waѕ wonderιng ιғ yoυ'd lιĸe тo go ғor a lιттle ѕтroll or a ғly. wнere doeѕn'т parтιcυlarly мaттer тo мe, ι jυѕт wanтed тo вe ιn yoυr coмpany. "
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CG!Rappa Headcanons
Now, Rappa is a really rough and tumble kind of guy, there's no denying that—however, it's also worth noting that he doesn't choose to be rowdy for the sake of rowdiness and troublemaking. There's a method to his madness and that method is simply a I did it because it was fun mentality. And while fighting is fun and enjoyable for him, it's not the only that he finds rewarding. He might not be the most obvious cg, but he's got layers, and one of those layers tells him Why be strong if not to protect the small? when it comes to those he cares for.
Rappa as a cg is just a big teddy bear. He provides a lot of solid support for them, both emotionally and physically. Sure, he might not be the most well-versed in dealing with more complex emotions, but he does understand the importance of listening—along with the importance of what physical affection like a hug can do. The amount of reassurance they feel as he holds them tightly and croons a simple, yet heartfelt "I got you" is unparalleled.
Not only is he metaphorically a big teddy bear, but Rappa is a just a big guy in general. Which definitely helps keep regressors that struggle with feeling small due to body image issues in their regressed headspace. It's harder for them to feel like they're physically too big or tall to be as small as they need when he can pick them up like it's no problem at all. It's also something he does every chance he gets, and will in fact carry them propped up on his hip while he does around. Other things like piggyback rides are totally on the table too. And of course, he absolutely loves to toss the baby. Though he's sure to give them plenty of warning before he does so, and then lightly tosses them with grin and a "upsie-daisy!".
Speaking of upsie-daisies, Rappa is the type of cg that absolutely uses babytalk. And this isn't just limited to the type of things that some cgs typically sprinkle into their vocabulary when talking to their little one; he does not shy away from picking up and implementing whatever it is they have decided to call something either. They call naps "zee-zees"? Cool, he's calling naps that now too. Rappa doesn't care if it makes him look silly to adopt these words because one: it's really stinking cute of them and he wants to encourage them and two: if it makes it easier for them to communicate and feel comfortable while regressed, then he's going to do it.
He's also very much down to get on their level. They want him to play dress up with them and have a tea party? Sure thing bubba, you wanna pick me out something pretty to wear? Basically lets them run the show and enjoys the ride (as is his typical caregiving style; as long as they're having fun and not hurting themselves he's cool with whatever they want to do). So he's more than happy to have them pick things out of their dress-up trunk for them both while he gets some snacks and tea ready—he's also more than happy to listen to them babble on excitedly about things they like or any special interests they have.
Which it's also worth noting that he is genuinely amazed at hearing them go on and on about their special interest(s). Like they know so much! He asks them questions about it, loving how much they light up at the opportunity to share what they know. Offhand comments that he makes while listening to them, such as my baby's so smart, huh? hit different when they've had people in the past say otherwise about their (allegedly nonsensical) rambling. Rappa picks up on the way they falter after hearing that sort of praise, the quiet "are you sure?"s making him decide that they are going hear it more often if he has any say about it. He's so proud that they know so much and are so passionate, and believe they should be too.
Overall very protective of his little one! Nobody better say anything that hurts their feelings, or they'll have him to answer to. He's literally the perfect cg to have if they happen to start slipping in public too, or even just around someone else who might not know about regression. Because who is going to say anything negative to them about acting like a baby when they've got Rappa right there holding their hand? It wouldn't be a wise decision, to put it lightly. He's there to fight back against both their own negative thoughts and negative people for them.
#sfw agere#bnha#bnha agere#rappa kendo#agere rappa kendo#moons hcs#ahhh I got so bouncy writing these so they might be a little all over the place ^^;
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@shootingstvr for a rhato verse starter +roy harper
“Oh is that a challenge? Is that a challenge?” Roy asked with a grin rubbing his chin but of course there was no competition considering that Koriand’r could bench-press a bus and he was just a human that worked out.
“Alright princess, forty , slowest time has too cook. Actual food not what Jaybird calls food” Hotpockets don’t count as food as much as the boys did live on junk food for long periods of time.
“Upsy daisy” Roy started bench pressing the alien with a grin. “You know this is puttin’ ideas in my head-” he purred and oh so tempting to steal a kiss. She’d splat him across the wall of course and it would have been worth it.
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@lostsouldier : “upsy daisy” any verse 🥺 meme: Send “upsy daisy” to pick up my muse bridal style
In one world, he gently moves the veil to the side, chokes back tears as she says “I do” and kisses her far more deeply than ought to be allowed in public. His friends wolf whistle at them, though Bucky’s mother clears her throat at the display. Rice is thrown at them, and Natasha laughs in delight as Bucky Barnes sweeps her off her feet. She tugs the cowboy hat from his head and trades it for her veil, to much giggling from the crowd, and he carries her away from the altar. Their happy marriage is a marvel, especially to those who knew Natasha as an outlaw before. She still does things her way, despite being Mrs. Barnes, and Bucky loves her no less for it.
In another, he watches her crumble and carries her to the hospital as fast as he can. She lays limply in his arms, and he prays desperately for the doctors to save her, even though he hasn’t properly prayed since he was a kid. When she regains consciousness, Natasha looks at him blankly, putting on a bland smile. Bucky has been erased from her mind, and he feels like there’s nothing in the world that can fill the hole in his chest. Hope ruins him, and the heart that should have been cauterized simply bleeds and bleeds and bleeds.
In one universe, there are peals of childish laughter as Bucky pulls the exchange student up into his arms just to prove that he can. The display of machismo would be mocked, except for the fact that she reaches up and kisses his cheek, and the whole group ends up grinning instead. It’s been half a year in the making, and Bucky and Nat finally getting together is a relief. They deserve happiness and love and success. They deserve it, but... maybe they’ll manage two of the three.
In another, they don’t have time or permission for things like this, but they do it anyway. Bucky - no, James - no, the Soldat - picks up the next best weapon in the KGB’s possession and gently lays her out on the bed. He treasures their stolen moments, just as she does, and then they are punished for it in turn. She wishes she could take back her affections, if only to spare him the harsh embrace of the cryofreeze. She’d rather kill her heart than kill his soul. She works hard, and hopes for a day when she can save him. It doesn’t ever pan out quite right.
In this existence and in this time, she has found him again, or he has found her, and they have made things right. They breathe in gentleness with each other, a contrast to the cruelty of the rest of their lives. Natasha kisses Bucky awake and rolls on top of him, only as coy as required to get a reaction (he doesn’t buy it for a moment but goes along with it anyway). They meet like the ocean meets the sea, the tide rushing in, they soar like fireworks in the sky, lighting up together. They exhale endearments like it’s the last thing they’ll ever say to each other. She slides into his bed-warmed arms and he carries her to the shower, and they use up all the hot water and end up right back in bed again. They’ll have to leave soon, and face the world, but for now, they are content. They are home.
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“upsy daisy” ( twstd verse with Elyon, watch her pick up her mom )
Upsy Daisy: accepting ( at your own risk )
...Being picked up like this was truly just...appalling; worse so than when Malleus of all people had to carry her to class after finding her half passed out on the stair case ( she couldn't be blamed for that, though, Idia did nothing within the dorm, and having to pile his work onto hers was stressful, he's learned since that time, though, luckily. ) though, Elyon was no obscenely powerful fae, she still managed to sweep her off her feet in this instance.
"I'll be fine." She says, but she knows Elyon doesn't believe her for a second, she's the school nurse, she's used to particularly nasty instances, and she can likely tell that her own needs treatment, but Shanice remained firm none the less. "I don't really feel it." That part, however, is true, given she has a pretty bizarre pain tolerance.
Still, the younger made no move to let her go, so the woman sighs. "Alright, I'll allow it. This once- however, I'd prefer not to be carried to the infirmary, neither of us would hear the end of it."
#anomieheld#v. ( one curse can change your fate )#( OOOH SHE PICKED UP THE MOM )#( She's the only who would live through it in this verse anyways ghjfekd )
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cxrnxticn replied to your post “"Nap time. Upsy daisy." (high school verse where Mari has had enough...”
Now this is the shit I live for. I just love these two. ;__;
same here, they’re too good! I love their friendship so much! Anzu’s going to return the favor if Mariko overworks herself, too.
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🐾 for the verse in the 20s onwards ^^,
[Pet Meme for @bertievi.]
Whipsnade Zoo, 1920s …
“Who said you were allowed to have that?”
Nobody had, of course. Barker didn’t pay a lot of attention to ‘allowed’. An ex-vanity prize of a now departed zoo exec, the blue Macaw didn’t take kindly to cages, rules, or other people’s property. He had taken a fancy to Thera, for reasons best kept between themselves, but even in her case it didn’t extend to giving a fig about what she told him not to do.
“Upsy-daisy!” He assured her briskly, if mumbled around the fountain pen still clenched in his beak. “Upsy-durgle!”
“I don’t care!” Thera retorted in similar tone, reaching for one free end of the pen. Barker held on, one clawed foot rising up to wrap around for extra grip, a range of half-garbled protests along with. He had a vocabulary of at least 50 words, probably more (along with various large animal noises and, unfortunately, the whistle of a bomb being dropped), and these were most likely from the … choicer end of the scale.
“Give. Me. The fucking. Pen - !” After a brief tug-o-war Thera pulled the object sideways, where it slid out of both beak and claw - and led Barker to recognise the ‘F’ word and start loudly cussing her out with it as she took the thing away. Shaking her head, she moved across the office to the desk, hoping to get back to work. “I’ve heard a lot worse than that, you know.”
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It’s been far too long since I drew anything related to my MLP Next Gens so here’s Daisy crushing hard on her employee, the simp!
Upsy Daisy and Iron Clad (c) me
mlp (c) Hasbro
#my little pony#my litte pony friendship is magic#mlp: friendship is magic#mlp:fim#mlp next gen#my little pony next gen#next generation#upsy daisy#upsy daisy verse#iron clad#fluttercord#fluttercord next gen#fanart#digital art#oc art#ocs
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"upsy daisy!" (Comet to AJ in their EQG Verse.)
🐾 “upsy daisy” 🐾 ACCEPTING 【MEME】
❝Howdy ther’, Comet. Ya’ been workin’ out, huh? Liftin’ a heavy lass like me!❞
The blonde girl laughed, holding onto the male gently. What a surprise!
#the-oc-nebula#𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏; ❰ask❱#𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝑭𝒊; ❰in character❱#Thᥱ Bᥱst Aρρᥣᥱ Coᥣᥣᥱᥴtor ⇢ ❴ Applejack ❵
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Upsy Daisy - but in the neighbors verse
CARRY MY MUSE BRIDAL STYLE //
a late night , too much junk food and several movies later ; stiles is fast asleep , sprawled across both thor and clint’s lap. his head rests against thor’s shoulder , small throw curled over his knuckles and tucked beneath his chin.
usually dead to the world , he wakes only slightly as thor lifts him , feeling strong arms beneath his knees and across his back. reaches lazily to wrap an arm around broad shoulders , his free hand pressed against the god’s heart. a low , almost incoherent murmur of words ,
“ m’not even sleepy , i don’t need’a go to bed. “
———- @astrawalk
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"Upsy Daisy." [Hola]
Send “Upsy Daisy” for my muse’s reaction to being carried bridal style by yours
🌟 As You Wish || @wickedbadwolf || A c c e p t i n g 🌟
Verse: Steven Uni!Verse ☀️💎
Coral watched as the gem poofed before bubbling it. Thanks to her and her partner, they were able to complete their mission for homeworld. Though needless to say, the red gem was exhausted to say the least as she allowed herself to lean against her staff weapon...
... though she didn’t expect two strong arms to lift her up with ease, causing Coral to give out a rare yelp.
❝ A-amber?! ❞
#wickedbadwolf#ic#sun summoned#☀️ { Loyal Yet Neutral Gem – Coral } ☀️#{ v: steven universe }#🌟 { The Forgotten Gems – Steven Uni!Verse } 🌟#meme#carry#☀️{ Citrine – Amber x Coral } ☀️
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[Kofi] [Picarto] [Commission Info]
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I've been watching a lot of Friends lately (yes, I know it's very problematic in today's standards but I can't help but still love it) and this exchange seemed so perfect for this pair.
Then I remembered how I designed one of their kids.
Their youngest Hullabaloo has the rear end and back legs of a rabbit and indeed when he was born, he did look a lot like the kittens Fluttershy looked after...
(btw this is 100% canon in the Upsy-Daisy Verse. Fluttershy still wonders if Discord meant it. Whether or not he actually did remains a mystery. Also, ofc Discord rests on Candy Floss.)
#My Little Pony#fluttercord#My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic#mlp next generation#upsy daisy verse#fluttercord next gen#hullabaloo#mlp#MLP: FiM#mlp next gen#my little pony next generation#my little pony next gen#discord#fluttershy#discord x fluttershy
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