#draggle

[heckyeahponyscans]

Advertisement for My Little Pony The Movie in G1 My Little Pony comic #23

[zokhun]

"Dirt cookies!"

A silly little comic of Draggle and me !!

(I hope selfship isn't cringe anymore,,,,)

[jazz-beans]

So G1 witches redesigns anyone?

[autistic-fool-with-ideas]

Absolutely won with this find at the goodwill

[purple-eyesgreydragon]

Ze has a trait the depends on the company of the Mario Bros. Draggles have an imprinting trait when they're born. Somewhere on them indicates whom they'll be bonded too and want to accompany. Ze was born with a red 'M' and green 'L' each on her palms. She's tied to them and her appearance changes with who she's with. When Ze is with both of them or on her own, its her usual yellow color. With just Mario, her hair turns red. Just Luigi, her hair turns green.

Her hair is on average yellow because when green and red colors are mixed, the color produced is yellow. Yellow is a secondary color which is obtained by mixing two primary colors (red and green).

[ocellaroid]

she deserved literally the whole world

[honeyharedude30]

[malwarechips]

some doodles of my familiars lmao

POV: yuo are literally any enemy ever and john is here

[bitter1stuff]

Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable

TODAY'S ENTRY: Draggle-tail

[zokhun]

Some silly Draggle stuff that I did,, This is only the beginning of my madness, more Draggle stuff is coming,,,

[purple-eyesgreydragon]

Well it took me awhile but I finally designed my Mario OC, Ze a fire form. Ze as a draggle can't breathe fire. Unless she gets a fire flower power-up. Whereas her hair usually changes color depending on the presence of either of the Mario Bros. Fire Ze's hair becomes blue fire and stays that color. Despite her fire hair color, her power-up fire is purple. As always Ze is ever faithful and is eager to aid and accompany the Super Mario Bros. anyway she can.

(Edit) Ze’s design is updated.

[aloysiavirgata]

Prompt! Vulnerable post-case Scully. She can be prickly (because I love your Scully) but also delicate. Case-related vulnerability is my most favourite vibe in the series and every so often I get sad that there are no more moments to watch. Thank you 💜

By the time she gets around to taking it off, her blood-soaked starched blouse has all but melded with her skin. They have to peel it from her body with a crackling sound. Her jacket is already stiffly tented in the corner.

He will burn those items later, he will burn and burn and burn.

***

Acrid scent of gunpowder in the air still. Blood like pennies baking on hot tarmac. Cortisol, adrenaline.

Terror.

Her grasping fingers, her grasping hands, her wracking sobs even as he pried her away to check for wounds.

***

Mulder helps her to his bathroom, holding her elbow as she staggers beside him like a fawn. Her hair is dried in ragged, bloody clumps.

He settles her onto the toilet lid, gets the bath running at her preferred level of scald. He squirts in a few blobs of his pine-scented body wash, which begin to foam. Scully smiles a heartbreaking smile in thanks.

“Bubbles,” he says, inanely.

Scully’s chest is caked with blood, even with her shirt removed to reveal the stained satin of her bra. Her belly is streaked with it, her black trousers rusty and stiff.

How is there any blood still inside her? How is she still here?

She has her arms crossed at her lap, her head bowed. He cannot see anything but her white shoulders and her draggled hair and her dark, narrow thighs.

“Scully,” he whispers.

She gazes up, hollow-eyed. “He didn’t…” she begins. “We never….”

She looks away, lower lip between her teeth.

“Oh, Scully.”

His hands are gentle at the clasp of her bra; he turns his eyes from her breasts even though he’s seen them.

He unbuttons the fine wool trousers at her waist, slides them down with her dark panties. He doesn’t look or touch or breathe more than he has to because the idea of connecting any of this to lust makes him sick.

Her hips, the dark triangle of sunset hair between her thighs, are also sticky with blood. The lace clings a little and she winces. Her trouser lining tugs. Finally, she is nude. She is so small and so bloody and so bare, like a newborn creature.

Mulder guides her towards the tub, averts his eyes like she is Artemis bathing. Tries not to think the name Diana.

Scully, breast-deep in bubbles. Scully dripping rusty rivulets in the steam. Her tears are silent now, streaking paths down her blood-smattered kidskin face.

Mulder fills a scuffed blue plastic Knicks cup with water, curves his palm around her eyes. “Look up,” he murmurs, and she does, distant, outside of herself.

He sluices water over her head until it runs clear, until she is sleek as an otter, a siren, a goddess. She gasps a little, spreads her fingers against her skull.

Her freckles are magnified by the falling water, her eyes a little too big. A little too round. Her nose is straight and queenly throughout however; her lips parted like a budding tulip.

He massages pearly-blue Head and Shoulders shampoo into the rare, persimmon beauty of her hair. He massages her scalp until she purrs a little. He touches her until his nerves are settled.

“Mulder,” she says, and grasps his forearm in her fine, pale hand. Her face is pre-Raphaelite. Her face is like a D below middle-C; a plucked bowstring, still quivering.

Agent Mulder is already in love.

“Padgett was crazy, he was -“ she begins.

“Sshhhh,” he says. “I have conditioner.” He holds the bottle out, a drugstore brand promising THICKNESS!!! and SHINE!!!

She laughs and it warms him like a hot toddy, like the sun in August, like the sand at Ninigret Pond.

***

Scully is clean, finally, even her smudged makeup rubbed away. They’ve drained and refilled the tub with fresh water, with fresh bubbles. She seems like herself again, not so dazed.

He passes her his robe, turns his head to hold it out when she stands.

“You’re so Victorian.”

“Oh, you know how much I love to lie back and think of England.” He glances over. “The memories are so nice, Phoebe and all.”

Scully ties the too-long belt in a big square knot. “It was kindly meant.” Her smile is soft.

“I know.”

They shift awkwardly for a moment in the small space. Scully looks like a kid dressed up as an angel for a Nativity play in that enormous robe, her bare face and bare feet and tumbled halo of hair.

“Thank you,” Scully begins finally. “I couldn’t have-“

“I’m sorry,” he says at the same time.

Scully frowns. “Why on earth are you sor-“

“My neighbor. So I feel like I..I don’t know. I led him to you.” He picks at a non-existent hangnail.

Scully sighs. “Oh, Mulder.”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t… I didn’t mean to make it about me, I know these are your choices, that you’re not some damsel in distress. I just hate when these things hurt you.”

Things is such an inadequate word, but no word ever could be adequate.

Scully blinks. She opens the door, wafts into his bedroom with the steam. Trails his bathrobe like a court gown.

Mulder follows after, wary. Watches her sprawl on his bed, far from the blood stains in the living room. He’s already called the crime-scene cleanup company.

Again.

She pats the bed next to her. “I promise I won’t take advantage of you.”

He laughs a little at that, remembers her looking a lot like this years ago in Bellefleur, in that awful motel with that terrible brown Clairol wash on her hair. He flops next to her. “Any mosquito bites you want me to check, Doctor Scully?”

She thumbs his cheek. “I was a child.”

He kisses her nose so that he doesn’t kiss her mouth. Though why shouldn’t he? Why shouldn’t they?

“I was a child and she was a child in this kingdom by the sea…” he quotes. Trails off. What are they doing, this isn’t a partnership. This is strange and awful and gorgeous. Her dying baby in his arms, her ova, her-

“In her sepulchre there by the sea…” Scully murmurs. “In her tomb by the sounding sea.” She closes her eyes.

They breathe one another’s air. They breathe artificial pine scent, dryer sheets, warm nitrogen. Faded cotton, old paper.

“Are you okay?” he asks, so he doesn’t slip a finger between her thighs. So he doesn’t say I love you the way oysters love the morning tide.

Her finger at his lips, her breath on his lashes. Her sweet, warm skin and her extraordinary brain and the scarred palimpsest of her body right here.

“No,” she says, stroking his jaw. “But I will be.”

****

She stays with him all night and he stays with her all night and they are arranged like the Lovers of Valdaro.

His coffee pot is programmed. His carpet is soaked in her blood, her gun is going to be the subject of an investigation.

He and Walter will protect her.

***

She loses the robe at 2AM, mumbling something vague about being tangled and too hot. Her naked body is now asleep against his chest and he lets go, finally, in the sweet vulnerability of her slim arms that can heal and kill.

[takiki16]

Anne Bonny. ANNE BONNY. ANNE FUCKING BONNY. Blood running down her face, robbed of her knives and bound in chains, surrounded by the bodies of her crew beaten to death before her, in front of her. Ribs broken, cheek smashed, her hair like blood itself draggling down over the ruin of her face, Jack watching helplessly behind her, and she FUCKING. SHE FUCKING. DIGS TWO SHARDS OF GLASS INTO HER BARE HANDS AND FREES THEM ALL. HOIST THE FUCKING COLORS

[inexplicifics]

My brain immediately went to getting caught in the rain and then getting warmed back up so how about Cozy prompt 1 & Geralt/Jaskier

obviously *you* don’t have to use “caught in a rain storm”!

Geralt is used to the rain. He gets rained on a lot, and usually there isn’t anywhere nearby to get out of the rain, so he doesn’t tend to bother to take a break unless it’s truly bucketing down. He just shrugs his oiled-wool cloak over his shoulders and pulls the hood forward so it shields his face and promises Roach a hot mash the next time they get to an actual stable.

He doesn’t think about it, the first time it rains after the bard joins him. He’s not used to having a traveling companion. The bard squawks when the rain starts, but the bard squawks about everything, from hangnails to pretty birds to the shade of the sky at sunset. It’s hard to tell which exclamations actually matter, and Geralt has to pay attention to the road and the possibility of monsters or opportunistic mercenaries or even potential dinner-hunting prospects, so it’s easiest to - not ignore the bard, but let his words flow in one ear and out the other and only really notice if they sound like pain or genuine fear.

He notices when the squawking dies away, though, and the bard subsides into an uncharacteristic silence. That’s enough to get Geralt to rein Roach in and look back to see if the bard has fallen into a ditch or something of the sort.

But no, he’s right there, a few paces away where he won’t get kicked if Roach spooks, his head bowed and his shoulders hunched and no cloak at all shielding him from the driving rain.

Ah. Hm.

Geralt knew the bard didn’t have much in the way of traveling gear, but somehow he didn’t really think about it, aside from noting that the bard’s boots are not really meant for long journeys and he’ll probably need new ones if they can find a decent cobbler who doesn’t charge through the nose. The fact that the bard doesn’t have a proper rain cloak didn’t really occur to Geralt.

Humans get cold easier than witchers. They get sick easier, too, when they do get cold.

The bard stops and peers up at Geralt through the draggling ends of his rain-slicked hair. “What’s happening?” he asks, clearly trying to sound eager and failing.

Geralt huffs and reaches up to unclasp his cloak, swinging it off his shoulders and leaning over - Roach makes a disgruntled noise but stands firm - to drape it over the bard, flipping the hood up to cover the bard’s head. It’s large enough to cover the damned lute-case, too.

The bard blinks up at him in bewilderment. “What?”

“You need a proper cloak,” Geralt grumbles, and settles back into the saddle, grimacing as the rain starts to trickle down the back of his neck. The bard curls his fingers into the edges of Geralt’s cloak, pulling it snugly around him, and gives Geralt a look of such blatant adoration that Geralt has the sudden and equally strong urges to go hide up a tree and to display like a courting peacock.

He doesn’t do either, of course. Instead, he urges Roach back into motion. There’s a town close enough that they ought to be able to reach it by sunset, and with a little luck there’ll be a decent rain cloak for sale that isn’t too dear.

The bard hastens to catch up, boots squelching in the muddy road, and as he takes his place at Geralt’s side again, he starts to babble happily about the beauty of the rain.

Well. That’s alright then.

Geralt tilts his head so his hair won’t drip directly down his back and lets Jaskier’s chatter wash over him like summer sunshine.

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[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Luffy Relationship Questions (1)

👒Who Wakes up first in the morning:👒 That all depends on everything going on, more than likely his S/O will wake up first in the morning but having a hard time getting away from him as Luffy would wrap himself around his S/O wanting to cuddle. Impossible to get away from as he wrapped his arms and legs around them several times. Only wake up to start adventure, if he wakes up first, he will wake up his S/O rubbing his cheeks against them.

👒Who’s the first to fall asleep at night: 👒 Luffy more then likely after all the adventures, battle and parting he had he will crash first on the bed or on the floor. He will grab his S/O wanting to cuddle with him. He loves holding on to his S/O all through the night. If his S/O falls asleep first he will jump to cuddling them right away.

👒What they playfully tease each other over: 👒Luffy’s teasing is lighthearted, he loves to laugh with his S/O about everything. He loves it when his S/O laughs with him. He will take his S/O anywhere he wants to go, any adventures he goes on his S/O has to be with him. He is very simple and such and nothing bothers him and will laugh even at the simple jokes as his favorite.

👒What they do when the other’s having a bad day: 👒 He will do everything in his power to make sure his S/O is going to have a great day. He will even offer his food if it will make his S/O happy. He will be a bit more pushy on trying to make his S/O day so much better. It doesn’t matter what upsets them; he is focusing on the present and making his S/O happy.  He wants his S/O happy, either by dragging them on an adventure or giving up some of his food or even showing them things he finds cool. If it is someone that upset his S/O he might fight the person but that depends on the severity and how upset his S/O. Luffy’s bad day are short lived just being around his S/O will be enough for him.

👒How they say ‘I’m sorry after arguments:👒  Luffy doesn’t wait for an apology he will forgive his S/O right away. He more than likely forgot what they fought about. But he will always accept an apology from his S/O and forgive them right away, wrap them and a huge hug and rub their cheeks. If he did something wrong, he would apologize first.

👒Which one’s more ticklish:👒 A mix bag, Luffy can be ticklish and poking his sides would have him giggling, he would giggle but he loves ticking his S/O more. He will make it a tickle fight and wrap himself around his S/O and tickle his S/O.

👒Their favorite rainy day activities:👒 Dancing in the rain, honestly rain is another adventure and more thrilling. If Nami isn’t barking orders to keep the ship a flout he is definitely laughing in the rain. He will grab his S/O’s arm and dance in the rain with them.

👒How they surprise each other: 👒Luffy will find little weird stuff, a weird shape rock he found, or a bug he liked. He just thinks of his S/O anytime he sees anything he likes and will bring it to his S/O. He is very simple and wouldn’t plan much on much on the surprise just focus if his S/O is happy and enjoying life.

👒Their most sickening show of public affection: 👒He is very affectionate with his S/O but not in a romantic way. He very much will shout that he is dating his S/O whenever anyone ask. He is the first to attach himself to his S/O and draggling them everywhere he goes.

Other Relationship Questions 1 Zoro, Ace, Nami, Law, Sanji, Kid, Sabo, Killer, Shanks, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Luffy, Robin, Usopp, Koby, King, Smoker,