#trixie string

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Stolen Sibling (Slugterra AU)

Stolen Sibling is a Slugterra AU where Eli is babynapped by Dr Blakk. Eli is raised by Dr Blakk and his wife as Tad's older brother down in Slugterra. Will Shane and his wife are desperately searching for their son day and night, with both even spending almost up to 2 years in their search. Feeling empty nest syndrome bad, they have a second child, this being Allie.

While performing his duties in Slugterra, the fateful day that Will orphaned Twist came. There he tried his best to save Twist's father, only for the dad to tell Will to give Twist a good home and not let him live on the streets again. Will, feeling heartbreak and a void within, adopts Twist as his own son to make up to the boy about what happened. He takes Twist surface side to meet his new mother and baby sister after a few months of Twist adjusting to his new norm.

Twist is very protective of Allie, even at one point trying to stop her from coming down to Slugterra. However, this girl was persistent, making Twist cave and take her when he was allowed to go back down. When they got into Wild Spore, Allie found and befriended a Flaringo that followed them to the hideout. She named her Frazzle.

While Dr Blakk had taken Eli, another family had their child stolen. This is Mira's look in Stolen Sibling. She was babynapped by Trip's parents, Ivor and Janice Lewis. Both of her parents were murdered in cold blood. She was then raised as if she was just merely one of Ivor's kids from a previous relationship. She gets into the Blakk Market work with her brother. After the first episode, Mira is selected to be a slug/ghoul handler for Blakk due to her connection slugs (and ability to heal ghouls!)

[kindheart525]

The failed experimental session was enough to scare Prophecy out of all hopes of being an oracle. It was so painful and frightening for her, she couldn’t imagine making a whole living off of this feeling. It had gotten to the point where she hardly wanted to leave the house, for fear of having more of these painful visions. Anything could trigger them, after all.

Her Mommy Trixie was determined not to let her become a shut-in for the rest of her life. Prophecy had too much to offer the world. Even if she didn’t want to be saving lives, it would be a waste of talent and personality for her to just hide away. 

So Trixie had an idea. One that would actually help her.

“Elysie! Come on down!”

She called out, beckoning her daughter from her room.

“Mommy has a surprise for you!”

The young filly reluctantly came down the stairs and into the living room, as if she feared it would be converted into a laboratory when she got there.

“Are you and Eema gonna do more science experiments? If so I don’t wanna do it!”

“No! Heavens, no. This is actually fun.”

Trixie got straight to the point and threw down a box in front of her daughter.

“What is this?”

“It, uh, fell off the back of a wagon.”

The mare explained, not wanting to delve too deeply into how she got it.

“It’s got magical tools and toys and all sorts of things! You’re smart and talented and I know you really like puzzle games, so I got you some!”

Prophecy looked upon the box with curiosity and wonder. She feared a much worse surprise, but this was actually exciting. She loved toys and games! Just like any filly would. She didn’t take much time to wonder what was inside before flinging the box open and digging through its contents.

And there were toys and games galore! Puzzles, card games, a Rubik’s cube, the whole works. Plus a bunch of locks and bobby pins for some reason.

“What are these for?”

“Those are for you to learn lock-picking! It takes a lot of dexterity, just like any other puzzle. Don’t tell Eema, of course. We don’t want you breaking into places when you grow up.”

Prophecy couldn’t help but giggle at this.

“I won’t, Mommy!”

Then she turned to the box and took out the Rubik’s cube, starting to turn the sides every which way. Quickly slipping deep into concentration, it almost felt like she knew which move would be next. Like predicting the future! But not painful at all. For once she was actually enjoying herself.

It felt like she’d been working at it for an hour, but it really didn’t take her long at all until all the colors matched and the Rubik’s cube was solved.

“Look at you! Wasn’t that fun?”

Trixie beamed at her encouragingly.

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Well, all of these are yours to play with whenever you want! Try some more if you’d like!”

And so little Prophecy spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the toys and puzzles, harnessing her magic while still having fun. Trixie had finally found a solution that worked for her. Prophecy didn’t need to think about saving the world or anything yet, she was just a filly. 

She would learn to channel her powers in time, at her own pace.

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Previous: Static Brain Next: School Supply

Trixie’s cutie mark by Godoffury

[moonchemistry]

here's what it was all leading up to! my silly little next generation of MLP. more info about them under the cut because i can't help myself

ships:

fluttercord

appledash

cheesepie

twipie

shining armor / princess cadance??? whatever that's called

starlight / trixie / sunburst

derpy / dr whooves

sweetie belle / button mash

lore:

pandora is the oldest of the mid gang, jellybean is the youngest

anath is a student/apprentice of rarity, who initially they didnt get along for various reasons (do you notice i made them look as antithetical and unappealing to rarity as possibly) but now they see each other as family and rarity is a huge mother figure for her. rarity saw a lot of spike in anath and that was one of the reasons she started growing so close to her

zap apple wants to be the first earth pony to be in the wonderbolts. his older sister, aurora apple, desperately wants to get away from the family and just do her own thing

it took twilight and pinkie a long time to get together so thats why jellybean is the youngest lol. the poly relationship is twilight x pinkie and pinkie x cheese but not twilight x cheese

klaus is just some guy that pandora thinks is neat

pandora and anath cant stand each other

skyla is kind of in the group by proxy and because shes cousins w jellybean etc etc but she 1. lives in the crystal kingdom 2. kind of feels excluded sometimes because shes kind of just there cus their parents are all friends

on the other hand, lil' cheese and flurry heart are huge friends, despite the fact that flurry heart is prolly like 5 years or so older than him.

flurry heart and bundt cake dont rly know each other but lil cheese and bundt cake have been besties since they were born cus they were born around the same time and grew up together

silly string is trans. i didnt make her cape that color on purpose it was an accident but im going w it lol

silly string is the first pony to ever be born from 3 ppl and shes got some Things cus of it (dont ask me waht those are)

sudzy has heterochromia w a blue eye and yellow eye from both her parents

vanilla sweet is prolyl the hardest to identify here, shes sweetie belle x button mash, just mostly inherited her moms traits

fun fact these are all kind of based on designs I made when I was ten years old (of which will never see the light of day for various reasons)

[lichenbug]

some of my favs from the tons of mlp fusions ive been doing lately (i made like. three fusions charts with mostly random ponies :3)

in order theres

hidden opal (trixie + maud)

rebel strings (inky rose + lyra heartstrings)

passion fruit (fleur de lis + cayenne pepper)

crab apple cider (apple munchies + berrypunch)

[suekeyyyy]

- It's a party - pt 1.2

Serious: Somewhat single moms. - the boys x reader -

-Homelander- John x black! Fem! reader

Summary: Firestrom and Queen maeve have a little girl time and hit it off, and Homelander sees the two together and stocks then in Homelander fashion.

Warning: short, bad words, drinking, girl talk, Homelander being a creep.

Y/N walks into her room, Homelander's eyes are locked on her. His lust was beginning to grow. Homelander began to think of all the things he could do with Y/N if she allowed him to he walks over to her wall and looks though it Y/N puts her stuff away and begins to get ready for a bath Homelander's eyes are still on Y/N.

He is watching her get ready, taking off her bra and panties. His eyes were so close to seeing into the fabric that her clothes and his eyes were only a second away.

After the every childish argument between the two number ones, Y/n sits in a heart-shaped bath that Steve said he had to pull string for her to have.

She heard a small knock at the bathroom door. Only one person had the second key cared to her room. " Adelante!"

She said, looking at the door with disinterest. " Gracias." The white American Steve Jayson he representative walked in." What do you want, Steve?" Oh, that's how you treat me, Firestorm?" " Sí." She answered just a little too quickly.

He only sighs. " There is a party tonight." She looks at him. "Where?" " Here a-" He was cut off " Bussuines party filled with old men and women with nothing to do but tell me about their medals and how I should be grateful that I was kept safe for so long or How they served in Bolivia."

She didn't care for those kinds of parties. " Firestorm, come on just once it helps you, Vought, and Patina." She only stared at him. " You look like a child." She smirks." Fine, I'll go, but tomorrow I get to wear whatever I want to A-tain and Shockwave's race."

" Anything to make you go." Steve walked out,"Gracias!" He yelled, making her dryly chuckle.

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Y/n walked into the 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 with her work daughter Ice-breaker she was a red head with ice powers and she loved her in a motherly way and showed the girl a black dress with was appropriate for her age.

- Ice-breaker - Trixie Robertson power: I.C.E 16 years old

Homelander sees Firestorm walk in and looks at the unknown girl with her. Homelander didn't recognize the girl, and instantly, his eyes grew wide with curiosity.

Firestorm always took the new heroes under her wing, so Homelander knew for certain that the girl was a supe. He looked over to Ashley, who was standing in his line of sight.

"Ashley, who is that girl with Firestorm?" He asked, his eyes still locked on the girl with the red hair. She caught a glimpse of Homelander and Ashley's eyes on her and looked back at them.

She looked at the two. " I umm that's Ice-breaker She's one of the new.heroes in Patina also Firestorms favorite. " she says, making air quotes. " Good." The man pits her back and walks away to the two women.

" Why, hello, Ladeis." He gives them the Homelander smile."HI." Ice-breaker looks him up and down uncomfortable with his smile. " Hello Homelander1, nice to see you again." " Please see you to Firestorm." She smiled and rolled her eyes.

" Voy a ir. " ice-breaker says to y/n. " ve a la cabeza cariño." Y/n say, and ice-breaker walks away.

Homelander looked at Ice-breaker as she walked away, wondering what Y/N and her talked about. He didn't need to translate Ice-breaker's words.

That was an easy language to understand. But when Y/N spoke in Spanish, he didn't understand anything she was saying. But Homelander wanted to be the only one talking to Y/N. "What did she say?"

Homelander asked in a demanding tone."And you speak Spanish?" He asked her with a smug smile on his face.

What a fucking prick. " I'm from bolivia. I'm South america's number one hero." "Bolivia huh? Never knew their superhero's were any good." He said, looking her up and down."Where is Bolivia again?" He says with a chuckle. He felt superior to Y/N and wanted to display that fact to her.

" I have helped South America in ways you could never." "Well good for you." He says, rolling his eyes at her."Don't get too big of an ego on yourself, though. It wouldn't look good on a young lady such as yourself."

He says in a sarcastic tone as he looks Y/N up and down. She looks beautiful with her short red curly hair, her light red dress, and her perfect face. Homelander knew he wanted her. The only thing he didn't like was the fact that she spoke in different languages. It made it harder for him to talk to her.

" cara de puta doesn't look good on you ether."

Homelander was surprised at what Y/N said. It sounded like she was insulting him, but he didn't understand fully what she said. So he pretended to know what it meant. "I know what that means." He says with a grin on his face

"I'm sure what you said, but it sounded very erotic." He said to her with hunger eyes. His eyes were trying to suck her in, his eyes wanting her badly.

Firestorm was a little shocked, but she burst out into hard laughter. Covering up her face

Homelander laughed with her. This was a weird feeling for Homelander. To actually be laughing with someone. His laugh grew more and more genuine as he found himself wanting to be around Y/N.

His eyes were still glued on her green eyes as he sat only inches away from her. He couldn't help it. He knew Y/N felt the tension, too. There was something about her that he couldn't get enough of. He just wanted to be with her, to be alone with her.

She did feel it. She felt like Homelander with any other white guy in a suit.

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Y/n sit at the bar waiting for her drink when she sees Queen maeve drinking wine and looking around as soon as y/n ho her she walked over there.

" Hello, you must be Queen maeve. I'm firestorm nice to meet you." " Same for you." Queen maeve smiled she really needed to talk to another female. All the men around her were making her sick. " Anyway, what are you doing at this party?" Maeve asked, looking at the woman.

" Same boring stuff as you." Firestorm says, making Maeve chuckle mostly, not expecting her to say that. The two women Continue to talk.

Homelander, watching the two look at my girls go. He thought he was being a disgusting pervert where his eyes were.

( A/n: the end hoes hope you liked it 💖💖 I know it short.)

[anomura]

tagged by @survivedthenight 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Last song: taking what's not yours by tv girl

Currently watching: abbott elementary s04 and what we do in the shadows s06! technically still watching glue and true detective but it's been a while i don't have time 😭😭

Last movie: miller's crossing (1990)

Relationship status: single. not even a crush to entertain any delusions.. dire times

Current obsessions: still mainly mota but i think the brain rot has shifted more to bucky lmao. and callum ofc. also peanut butter toast with banana slices on top, coke zero, painting my nails dark red, the bald and the beautiful podcast/trixie and katya in general, weed (😭), disease by lady gaga and love me more by mitski

Last thing you googled: "define ascot" i'd never seen the word before lol

Silver or gold jewelry: silver!! always

Do you have any tattoos: no i'm scared of permanent change

Piercings: just my earlobes #boring

Currently reading: just started beware of pity by stefan zweig today!

Hobby you would like to try: sewingggg i think i'd really like it i love repairing my clothes when they rip and making scrunchies. i'm just too lazy to actually start doing it fr

Coffee or tea: i'm not very big on either but i drink Way more coffee so.

Favourite video games: 2064: read only memories, turmoil, spider-man ps4, the red strings club, the last of us part II, solitaire spider if that counts lmao

Star sign: leo! can you tell

i think the ppl i was gonna tag have already been tagged so not @ ing anyone but feel free to do it if you want!!!

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Give me your Blyndeff sister headcanons please.

You got it, Boss!

MOLLY BLYNDEFF:

Starting off, I think shes autistic. Look, i know this is low hanging fruit, but i mean... come on...

I have a list of all the nervous tics she has, which include:

Chewing on her hoodie strings

Clicking a pen, mechanical pencil, figit cube

Cracking her body, mostly her hands, fingers and wrists

Chewing her inner cheek

Biting herself

Shaking anything jingly

Nervous hand flappies

Pacing

I also have a list of stims that i kinda projected:

Hand flaps are a big one

Same with fist shaking

Patting her thighs too

She also makes small popping noises

Ok back to ACTUAL headcannons:

Doesnt do well at amusement parks, but is cool about the scary halloweeny stuff

Quiet kid in school on the days she goes

Vocalizes what she does (aka making sounds as she does stuff) (akaaka her walking and she goes "eh eh eh eh")

I feel like she indulges in horror games, thinks the cutesy stuff is boring

Did not realize she was autistic until Trixie said "Thats neat Molly! By the way, did you ever get diagnosed for autism?" After she went on a whole rant about bear facts.

Speaking of facts, hyperfixation/special interest list:

Bears

Pokémon

Lethal company

Any horror game you give her, really

Horror movies

History (this is me protecting)

Actual Headcannons:

Textures are iffy for her

Shes touch seeking but will freak out if she feels or tastes a weird texture like with fleeces or fabrics

Naven triedd to help her with this, but it didn't work out and she spat out the food while apologizing

Likes Rasin Brain, its the only cereal thats not sweet

Drinks black coffee and tea

I feel like she owns a green Nokia with a bear keychain

Music taste is probably those nice music box covers or really quiet piano with rain ambiance.

LORELAI BLYNDEFF:

Shes autistic too, but not at the same spectrum level as Molly

Abandonment Issues

If shes stressed she'll stim while talking out loud to herself

Had HORRIBLE meltdowns when she was younger, she stopped around the time Molly was born since her parents said she had to set an example

Sweet tooth, favorite flavor is Birthday Cake

I can sense she has a Dnd special intrest, most definetly has played Baldurs Gate 3 at some point

Warrior Cats kid

Bedazzles everything she owns

Horrible cook. Dont let her touch an oven

Her and Molly used to infodump together before they started hating eachother

Def a bedazzled flip phone girlie

Idk why but I feel like shes a Chai drinker, no explination I just feel it.

Also really likes Halloweeny stuff

She struggles more with school work than Molly (Proof, her spelling in PoP) but she doesnt want to ask for help cuz she feels stupid about it so she just does it wrong

Full Hyperfixation/Special Intrest List:

Fantasy

Dungeons and Dragons/TTRPGS

Baldurs Gate 3

Rabbits/Bunnies/Etc

Harry Potter (Fuck JKR)

Warrior Cats

Wings of Fire

Percy Jackson

Actual Headcannons:

I feel like shes an Art Kid

Specializes in Pottery and Doodles

Also has taken up plushie making! Without an Epithet, I may add

She doesnt have an issue with texture most of the time; but if she feels any slime or coldness on her hands she'll flip.

She likes the popular music; but secretly loves fantasy game soundtracks and vocaloid. DWEEB!!!! (Me too i get it Lori)

Storing money to go to a Renaissance Faire

She sometimes uses her dream bubbles for Dnd campaigns with the friends she has! Or she would if she had any

I feel like she sits alone at lunch :(

Loves Boba! Tried getting Molly to taste it but she spat out a Pearl

Theater kid. Gut feeling.

Thats all from me, anon! Enjoy!!

[cowboyshit]

If I remember correctly, I think Evil Uno said something along the lines of Adam still not being happy even when he was champion. What are your thoughts on that?

oh, you don't even KNOW how excited I am about this ask. I'm going to have to tuck my answer under a readmore. this was honestly a change in hangman's character that I LOVED and always wished could have been more fully played out.

firstly, yes! evil uno told adam specifically: [The Dark Order was] there for your big moment when you won the championship, but you weren't happy. You never seemed happy. I don't know if you thought this was going to be your big moment and it wasn't enough. I hope you find what does makes you happy, but I don't think that championship was it.

I felt like this was a subtle piece of story that most people did NOT pick up on until it was a little too late, because adam lost the belt and couldn't continue telling whatever character arc he'd been working on - which I will ALWAYS BE UPSET ABOUT. some of his best work is in the subtlety of his long-term storytelling and in the brief time he had the belt we saw him go from happy to have it, to feeling the pressure of carrying the belt and the matches he was having to go through, to these brief moments where he would act like the weight of it felt burdensome. there's even a shot (one of my favorites) where he's walking down the ramp with it on his shoulder and he looks over at it and seems upset that it's there.

which is so FASCINATING for a character who chased after it for years with such a hunger, it oftentimes blew up years-long friendships. for a character who proclaimed at the very start of the company that they WOULD be the champion, to finally hold it, and not actually feel satisfied? TRAGIC! the story wasn't the chase for the belt, the story was that he needed to believe IN HIMSELF. he thought once he was holding it and he was champion all of those insecurities that had berated him for years would magically disappear, but they didn't. In fact, the insecurities stuck on even stronger, because now he had to prove that he was capable of holding it, capable of representing this company. the spotlight was front and center on him.

also, shortly after he became champion, adam added one of my favorite songs to his playlist: heavy crown by trixie matel

Heavy head and a heavy crown Had a few since you came to town Where are you gonna keep them still? Winning's losing with a couple strings It's a choosing between two things It's a two-piece suit or all the frills Did you ever think that if you got everything All the records, they don't play the same?

take into account that it was kenny he won the belt from? that added on so much more pressure!!! I honestly was fascinated by the turn of his mood toward the belt and the way he was beginning to lash out again because of it. it was such an intriguing turn of events, versus "he won the belt and now he lived happily ever after"

there was so many avenues of storytelling that I could see adam building up when he held the title, and I will always find myself a little curious to know how that story might've kept playing out. even if he (when he) gets the title again, it won't be this story again, since his character arc has grown in too far of a direction.

although I am curious what that story will be - a lot of people don't pay close enough attention to understand the stories adam is trying to tell. I think he's sorely overlooked as a storyteller in this business and I wish I could scream from the rooftops how much of a mastermind he is.

[dramioneasks]

Christmas Fics 2023 (Part 9):

Anything by MissiAmphetamine (Kaleidoscope) - T, one-shot - Just a fluffy little one-shot written while recovering from Christmas lunch, based on an accidental prompt by Pidanka, 'Anything'. Draco Malfoy, Auror, is assigned an unwanted partner; Hermione Granger, formerly working in the Artefacts and Evidence Department.

mercy in the snow by hauntedopal - M, one-shot - A work trip on Christmas Eve goes awry. “This is all your fault,” Hermione hissed. “You’re quite right, Granger,” drawled Malfoy. “It is my fault we found this pathetic excuse of a cabin to shelter in during this snowstorm. How horrible of me.”

A Christmas Confession by vellichorwrites - E, one-shot - “Gran—Hermione.” Her name sounds like a vow on his tongue. Sweet and earnest and desperate. Christmassy Dramione.

(And at Christmas you tell the truth) by Sienna_Black - E, one-shot -Muggle AU where Draco and Hermione meet as teens, fall in secret love at first sight, but are both convinced they have been ‘Friendzoned’ by the other. It all comes to a head when a handsome sports star enters their lives four days before Christmas.

EVERGREEN by fleurdejasmine - T, WIP - Instead of going to Azkaban, Draco Malfoy is sentenced to manual labor. Banned from using magic, he takes odd jobs to meet the requirements of his punishment. Like a muggle. The last place he expects to work is at Hagrid’s Christmas tree farm. He’s humiliated, exhausted, and bitter at the world. Hermione Granger’s frequent visits aren’t helping, either.

Cheap Wine by Lia_Redrose - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione Malfoy have been married for some time now. They have to attend a gala for Christmas. Surprises await :)

Ashes & Soot (The Santa Clause au) by undercoverdrxco - T, one-shot - “I’m Draco Malfoy. Not Santa Clause.” He insisted while shaking his head, looking back up to her face. She didn't falter at all, her consistent smile began to irk Draco entirely. “Obviously.” “Old Santa is gone and someone must step up. You were obviously chosen, Draco Malfoy.” Trixie told him with a sparkle of magic in her eye. Draco swallowed a laugh that would have been loud and in her face as she continued, “Please, put on the suit.” - Or the one where Draco Malfoy becomes Santa Clause

Mind The Gap by SunflowersXx - G, one-shot - How on earth did Hermione Granger end up in the same tube as Draco bloody Malfoy, two weeks before Christmas? In which Hermione runs into Draco on the tube and they spend the next two weeks crossing paths on their morning commute and it all feels just a little like their knitted strings were meant to tie into a neat little Christmas bow.

Life Changing Mistletoe by MidnightPhilosopher - T, one-shot - Draco stumbles upon Hermione out in the garden during the Yule Ball. They get caught under an enchanted mistletoe. Draco tried to convince her that a kiss would be the fastest way out of the situation. It also puts them in a whole different sort of situation. Last fluffy day of Tumblr 12 Days of Christmas

A Perfectly Normal Christmas by Kayka - T, one-shot - Hermione should have realized Christmas was doomed when the mistletoe spontaneously caught fire. This was all somehow Draco Malfoy's fault, and now she can't seem to stop running into him everywhere.

The Malfoy Clause by d_read64 (76ducky64) - E, 7 chapters - Draco knew that, upon his father’s death, he would have to take over the Malfoy Estate. What he did not know, however, is that included in his newfound responsibilities is becoming the pinnacle of a muggle holiday once a year. Or: Draco discovers he must become Santa Claus to save the Malfoy Magic all while navigating his enormous crush on his holiday-loving friend, Hermione Granger. Inspired by The Santa Clause!

Darry Christmas by Starlight934 - G, one-shot - Draco Malfoy spends his first Christmas at the Burrow. He is nervous but he has Harry at his side and nothing could make him happier. Come with them and the Weasley family to enjoy a Darry Christmas

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

The Gang are fighting over which show to watch on the TV

(Objection.lol creation)

[kindheart525]

After her strange visions, Prophecy was whisked straight to the hospital by her two very worried parents. A powerful unicorn and a stage magician, Starlight and Trixie understood that visions weren’t a thing to take lightly. Especially from their foal; Prophecy was a smart and honest filly and it was clear she was not making up stories to get out of school.

The family had been there for hours, to the point where it felt like they’d visited every doctor in the hospital. Tests were administered and questions were asked, and now all there was to do was wait. Wait for answers, wait for solutions. 

They were all exhausted but especially little Prophecy, who was the subject of all these tests. After so many mental and physical exams she was utterly worn out. So instead of reading like she normally would, she passed her time in the waiting room idly watching other ponies come and go. It required the least amount of energy.

“How are you doing, Elysie?”

Starlight asked sweetly, trying to hide her worry as she called her daughter by her family nickname.

“Can I get you something to eat? Something to play with? We’re going to be here awhile, you’re going to get bored. I know I already am.”

Her wife Trixie joined in, taking note of how under-stimulated her daughter looked. But Starlight nudged her for commenting on her own feelings, Prophie was going through so much and she felt this wasn’t the time.

“No thanks, Mommy. I’m good.”

Prophecy answered dully, her eyes drifting across the room. Then they stopped on one stallion sitting in the corner. He looked calm, slightly bored even, like he was there for a routine checkup. But when she laid eyes on him, she had the sinking feeling something was wrong. 

She couldn’t put her hoof on it. He was a stranger, why was she so concerned with him out of anypony else? She shifted her gaze, trying to shake the feeling.

But then she felt that sharp pain again, the twisting feeling from before. Something was really wrong!

“Elysie?”

Her parents doted over her with concern, quickly picking up that something was going on.

A vision flashed across the filly’s eyes of this stranger, a horrible vision even worse than before. She turned to her parents, head throbbing and disoriented, frantically pointing at the stallion.

“That stallion! They haven’t tested him yet but something is really really wrong!”

“No dear, that’s just a stranger!”

“Don’t worry about him!”

Her parents tried to brush her off, hiding the fear and worry in their eyes.

But as Prophecy went on, she quickly got the attention of the other guests on the waiting room, including a nurse who had just come in.

“NO! He could get really hurt, he could die! I-“

And then she blacked out.

*****

“Elysie! Honey, are you okay?”

Each word felt like a spear to the skull as Prophecy came to, her parents fretting over her panickedly. She was in a different waiting room this time, small and secluded and right outside a doctor’s office. It was definitely less overstimulating. 

“Hello? Anypony in there?”

Her Mommy gently tapped her head but it felt more like she was being punched. Her head throbbed and sparks emanated from her horn like blinding fireworks, but still that stranger was on her mind.

“What happened to him?”

She asked, almost trying to sit up but remembering how much it hurt last time.

“You saved his life, that’s what happened!”

The doctor strolled in, annoyingly chipper especially given the circumstances. He did nothing to help the throbbing in Prophecy’s head and Starlight noticed this, glaring at him until he lowered his voice.

“They ran some tests and found a blood clot. He’s lucky they caught it early, it could have turned out extremely dire. How did you know about this, little filly?”

“That’s what you’re supposed to figure out!”

Her Eema snapped at him. Starlight was at her wit’s end with all these procedures and she just wanted answers, not this horsing around.

“How did his results come back so quickly and not hers? What’s taking you so long?”

“Now ma’am, this is a lot more complicated than a simple blood clot. We haven’t seen this kind of phenomenon before, it takes a lot more research. But you know what I can say,”

He turned towards Prophecy.

“You have a gift and you could use it to save a lot more lives!”

“Uh huh.”

Starlight uttered dismissively before Prophecy could say anything in response.

“Bring us the test results before you jump to any conclusions.”

The family waited impatiently for the doctor to take Prophecy’s vitals, his words echoing in Starlight’s mind.

You have a gift. You could use it to save a lot more lives.

The doctors hadn’t seen anything like this before but she had. And it didn’t end well. She didn’t want to see her Prophie meet the same fate, not in a million years. 

Once the doctor left she confided in her wife about it.

“She will not be saving more lives with this power! I will not let her exploit herself like this!”

Starlight covered Prophecy’s ears, whisper-shouting to Trixie in hopes that she couldn’t hear. But Prophecy struggled against her grasp.

“Eema! What are you whispering about?”

Starlight ignored her pleas, pressing her ears harder.

Trixie wasn’t quite convinced.

“Well what’s the issue? We don’t want it to hurt her but saving lives seems like a pretty great deal if you ask me.”

“Because I’ve seen what it does to ponies! Too much of this and she’ll be withered away! You know how I know that?”

A hint of emotion showed in her voice.

“Because that’s how I lost my mom!”

Trixie went solemn.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

Starlight shook her head as if trying to shake away a painful memory.

“This better not be her talent, I...can’t go through this again.”

Trixie was about to comfort her but something caught her eye, a purple mark on Prophecy’s flank. She was filled with dread as she broke the news to Starlight, knowing how much this would upset her.

“Uh...I think the universe has other plans.”

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[weshallc]

THE SUITCASE

Alternate Title for @miss-ute Birthday: SHE WAS A NUN!

Happy Birthday Utie 🍰🎁🎉🎈🥰 Thank you for allowing me to be your beta. We have such fun and best of all I get first peak!

This one is for you. I meant to write something funny, but it didn't turn out that way. It is, however, most definitely Auld Skool Turnadette!

Hope you like it, you lovely person, you 💗

She thought Nurse Peters was never going to leave. Ten minutes must have passed since the un-rewardingly cheerful nurse had placed the suitcase on the end of the bed. Her bed. Her suitcase. 

She hadn’t been expecting this. When she had asked Sister Julienne for some clothes, she trusted her friend to sort through the charity box and find something that would fit. Wrap it up in brown paper and string and post it to Woodford Green. 

If she was honest, she hoped that her colleague would hand deliver the package to St Agnes Sanatorium. She knew she was being selfish, but she was getting accustomed to that.

Staffing levels were already depleted because of her and her unwelcome guest, her invasive intruder, her wake-up call. Chummy had returned, but she would be otherwise engaged any day now.

‘Thank the Lord’ Sister Julienne had the presence of mind not to send it with Trixie. That was a conversation she wasn’t yet ready to have, if ever. 

The stand-off was finally over and Nurse Peters admitted defeat. Nurse and patient had learned a lot about each other over the last two months. The patient had discovered that her carer was kind, compassionate, and trustworthy under her brash exterior. The Caregiver had deduced her patient was brave and resilient under the reservation and introspection. There was no way the nun was going to open that case until she left the room, so she did.

Once the bedroom door had clicked shut behind the nurse, it was time to click open the locks on the suitcase. It was definitely her suitcase. She recognised it by the discolouration of the brown leather on the lid. It had got wet stored in her parent’s airing cupboard when the old boiler had sprung a leak. It had been her father’s case then. She hadn’t really cared about the watermarks on the brown leather, but had done her utmost to dry it off for him and prevent any of the paperwork and documents he had stored inside being ruined. 

She never imagined back then that one day it would be hers and it would travel with her down the East Coast Mainline on the Flying Scotsman to Kings Cross. Ten years ago, when she had handed it over to an impatient Sister Evangelina, she didn’t think she would ever lay eyes on it again or its contents. 

She picked up the luggage label and recognised Sister Julienne’s handwriting at once. The same script she’d been familiar with for over ten years. She knew the curve of her letters, the dips and troughs of her words almost as well as her own hand. She paused for a second as another’s handwriting flashed into her mind and wrote across her heart. It was addressed to ‘Sr Bernadette’. She had put her friend in a difficult position, she knew that. The shock and disappointment written across her visitor's face, when she had made her request for something other than the habit to wear, was now eternally etched on her soul.

Her request had been answered, whatever pain it may have caused the one who had honoured it. There was no going back now. It would have been so much easier if it had been a brown paper package tied up with string. There would be a sense of curiosity, maybe even a thrill at seeing what sort of mismatched outfit had been put together for her from the jumble. The fact that it was her suitcase, the suitcase she had parted with in 1948, had dampened her excitement. She had been looking to the future, now she was going to be faced with the past.

If her mind had any doubt that it was hers, her fingers didn’t share it. Her left thumb pressed harder against the button lock than the right thumb did. Her hands had remembered the left clasp was slightly misaligned and needed a more assertive push to persuade it to open.

The lid of the suitcase sprung away from her and so did her fears. The first thing she recognised was a small cosmetics bag her mother had bought her for her thirteenth birthday. She’d told her she was too young for make-up, but it had contained a comb and hair grips, a compact mirror and a small tin of Nivea. The hand cream was long gone, but the comb and grips were still inside and the mirror. The lipstick and powder she had placed in there many years later were still snuggled alongside a tin of face cream and a bottle of Coty L'aimant. 

The hair fixings would come in handy, but she wasn’t sure about the rest. Did make-up go off? She gently twisted the lid on the scent and pulled it off, bringing the attached applicator to her nose. The pink cream had lost none of its potency and for a moment she was no longer in a hospital suite in Essex, but in her parents' bedroom in Inverurie letting her mother place a dab of the sweet liquid on her wrist whispering, “Don’t tell your father.” As they both giggled at the shared act of secret rebellion.

The sensation of the cold metal on her wrist brought her back into the present. She swiftly replaced the lid, returned the bottle to the bag, and rubbed her wrists together to distribute the scent. An action she hadn’t performed for over a decade. Would everything be as simple as this? Had her body and subconscious mind been storing all the small everyday tasks and movements of being a woman? While she had tried so hard to forget.

Opening the purse, she found it contained a few coins, hopefully enough for the bus fare to Poplar. Under her utility shoes, that smelt strongly of Cherry Blossom shoe polish, was hiding her handbag. The green two-piece and the short sleeve blouse also didn’t smell like they had been shut up in the dark for a decade, but freshly laundered. 

After dressing and checking herself in the mirror, the religious garments, which were too bulky to fit into the suitcase she had carried her nightwear in ten weeks ago, were folded carefully into her old brown suitcase. She placed the wooden crucifix on the top, stroking its comforting familiar texture for the final time. 

She then once again closed the lid on her past, remembering the tricky left fastening. In a few hours, she would deliver the suitcase back to Sister Julienne. 

Shelagh heard another click as she opened the door and walked into the sunlit corridor to find Nurse Peters and ask if she could make a telephone call.

[percydoesart-sometimes]

Hey! It’s been a while,, I’ve been drawing like 100 things,, but nothings finished Lmao,, so instead I’m gonna introduce you to my helluvaverse oc’s

The story mostly follows along Snowball, a famous fashion designer sinner, who works with a succubus, he’s mostly a photographer and a bother,,, Snow is the smallest of his Freind’s, but that doesn’t make him the weakest,, he’s been running his business in the pride ring sense the late 80s, let’s just say he’s got a lot of skeletons in his many velvet lines closets.

Paris (said bother) is your party animal best friend, and is all over just a hot mess,, and he’s hopelessly in love with the non committal Duke of love..

Duke Dantalion, a member of the Goetia family, represented by a crow. He’s in charge of people’s fates of loves, and the strings that attach your romantic relations together, due to his job, he is fated to No one, and is not aloud to partake in relations himself.

Jax is Snowballs body guard, Snow found him on the street after watching Jax beat up another group of sinners (Snow doesn’t have the best history with his bodyguards Lmao) Jax didn’t know who Snow was when they first met, he only accepted the job because he needed somewhere to live.

Trixi! She’s out girl boss assistant who has definitely seen to much, but she’s got a good work ethic,, she’s also secretly in love with Smowballs best Freind’s (seen in the last photo , bottom. (Shoutout to my bestys character Darby)) assistant. (The other assistant is not shown lmao)

Anyway I might post more about these guys later, I don’t often make ocs for other universes,, but I do love it sometimes,, feel free to ask questions!

[lv-tangle-universe-blog]

trixie X toy bonnie

led lights and strings, should be fun!

[mudskip-drabbles]

“kinky” + cockwarming, collar ( obvs ) — Rick wants to make his boyfriend’s dick feel all nice and cozy, and I support him in this

well That didnt take you long (affectionate)

Giovanni had no idea who first came up with this whole cockwarming thing between the two of them, but it really didn't matter because fuck he loved having his pretty little boyfriend perched in his lap, panting into his ear as he waited like a good boy until Giovanni decided to fuck him stupid. He'd never even considered himself the domineering type, or much of any type before Odi, having only really dabbled in blowjobs and the like with fleeting hook ups when the urge struck him.

Now? Gio didn't think he could ever give up this up. He'd die without his perfect, beautiful, breathtaking boyfriend (and by extent, his ass. His dick wasn't to be overlooked either, or his sex drive. Gio had really hit the jackpot with this one)

Having the whole apartment to themselves, Molly currently at a 'slumber party' with Trixie and Feenie at the latter's giant mansion of a house, they decided it was the perfect time to catch up on one of the animes they'd started a few weeks ago, but hadn't found the time to finish.

The cockwarming thing...was just kind of a given, really.

They hadn't even talked about it, not a word that didn't involve the show passing between them as they tried to remember where they had left off. One minute they're bickering over which character had the better powers for evil, and the next Odi was sat snuggly in his lap, Gio's arms wrapped around his waist and a chin over his shoulder as they both tried to actually focus on the tv.

No wonder they could never remember where they'd left off.

Gio couldn't really say how many episodes had past since they'd begun, his attention only able to focus on Odi and how he was trying so very hard to keep still. A deep chested laugh was felt more than heard at the observation as Gio's hands slide along trembling thighs, only one breaking away to flick at the bell of Odi's collar, it just barely rattling with each tremor held at bay. -- It filled Giovanni with so much pride and warmth that Odi adored that collar so much, to the point he hardly ever took it off, Gio remembering how he'd said it was like a 'friendship bracelet but better' when they'd talked about him wearing one in the bedroom. Gio had spent hours painstakingly stitching the purple leather and the soft inner red velvet to perfection, and even longer setting a string of red, heart shaped rimstones around the band. The bell had been an afterthought, but as soon as he'd seen the heart shaped trinket, he knew it had to be a part of it.

That bell was the best decisions he'd ever made. (At least in terms of Odi and their sex life, but that was hardly the point).

"You ready for the next episode, baby?" Cooed oh so sweetly into a pointed ear, Odi could only get out a whimper at first, quickly realizing that if he opened his mouth, he'd more than likely only be able to beg for Gio to fuck him. As much as he wanted that, this little waiting game was much more fun.

So he gave a vigorous nod instead, teeth biting hard into his lip as Gio shifted to reach the remote, the new angle his dick now pressed at so very close to being exactly where Odi wanted, no needed it to be-

"Oooddiiii~" By the smug honey coating his name, that hadn't been the first time it had been called. "I just realized I was totally spacing out during those last few episodes, so I'm gonna play them again if-"

"No!" So loud and sudden, it had startled even Odi, his breath coming out much quicker after the squeak of protest. "I-I mean-" The thought was left unfinished, it being smothered by a tut tut tut as idle fingers toyed with that bell once more.

"What have I told you about lying to me, puppy?" It wasn't a reprimand, not really.

"T-To- To n-not to-" Nails dug into the arm still wrapped around his waist, Odi hanging on by just a thread as Gio purred:

"Very good~" Another whimper from Odi, this time being paired with a roll of his hips that had Gio's hands scrambling to keep him still lest he lose his composure as well.

"Not so fast, baby. I think you got something you wanna tell me first, isn't that right?" A near frantic nod that had fire shooting through both Gio and Odi's veins as the bell jingled in time. "Weeelllll...?" Forget a thread, Giovanni was only holding on by the wisps of what had once been a thread.

"I...I-I..." A whine, Odi once again trying to roll his hips, to get the slightest amount of relief. Just a little bit and then he knew he could keep being a good boy for Giovanni, he could keep going, he just needed to-

"Odi." Firm, it wasn't meant to be part of the scene.

"I need you-" Gasped out so quickly, Odi felt himself getting lightheaded as he slumped against his boyfriend's chest. "Please. I can't- I want to, but-" Silenced with a gentle shush, Gio pressed gentle kisses along Odi's neck as a reward, his hands leaving trembling hips to snake under his shirt that Odi had pilfered that morning.

"Good boy. I'm so proud of you baby, you did so good for me." Odi didn't even try to stop the tears from falling down his cheeks at the praise. "Go ahead, baby. Take what you need."

And that was all the permission needed for Odi to start bouncing on Giovanni's cock, his mind already blank as gentle hands helped guide him up and down.

"There you go, that's my good boy. Such a good little puppy for me." Giovanni sounded like a man drowning, but this wasn't about him right now. Odi was too far gone to form words at that point, only sob filled moans and half formed pleas of Giovanni's name able to fall from drooling lips.

Surprisingly, it was Giovanni that came first, the sounds of his boyfriend pleading breathy cries for simply Gio himself, anything he would give, just please-- It was too much. Sharp teeth dug into Odi's shoulder as he slammed his now sobbing boyfriend fully onto his cock, his hips thrusting up to earn the most precious little squeaks as he milked himself dry in a deep slow grind that had Odi seeing stars.

Odi himself had been gone the moment sharp teeth had sunk into his heated skin, the feeling of being so full too much for his mind or body to handle.

Later on, they would both be happy they'd had the forethought to wrap a blanket around their laps to save time on cleanup.

Breathing heavy enough to rattle the couch, they sat for several minutes simply basking in the feeling of one another, it being Odi that moved first when a flash of the TV caught his attention.

Looking up as Odi reached for the remote, Gio had just enough time to see the 'Are you still watching?' message be clicked away in favor of starting from the very beginning of the show they were supposed to be watching. Giving a laugh, Giovanni settled more comfortably against the couch once more, their earlier position of a hugged waist and a chin over Odi's shoulder being resumed as the opening theme rang out.

"Let's try to pay attention this time, kay?" They both knew that was never going to happen.

[pvppy-flesh]

wearing muzzles, a small guide!

okay so i a few weeks ago got a muzzle after wanting one for a while, i asked a lot of people online who i saw wearing muzzles where they got it or if they DIYd it and got mainly no answer, so i took my puppy mask (a generic black one from amazon) with me into the pet store, located the muzzles and just put the mask into one to see if it fits

i ended up settling for the M-L size muzzle from trixie

it for me already fits pretty well but it does slide off the back of the head a bit, but since i mainly wear my hair up and wear a hat it isnt that big of a deal especially since it gets held up by my puppy mask and nose, i did add two strings that i tie around my head that make it hold better, if i want extra hold i have a strap that i attach to the puppy mask by putting it between the nose buttons and attaching it to the muzzle so that it straps around my face, i will add a bit of extra padding to where the muzzle lays on my nose tho so i can wear it longer without discomfort ( will add photos showing how i set it up later but this is what it looks like when wearing it with the extra face strap)

and here is it without the extra face strap

i think you can get basically any muzzle you just need to watch out what size you get (id always recommend a medium or large) and obviously youll need to watch out for the straps, most people i see wearing muzzles have one down their face like i do when i want extra support else its always good to have the straps kind of like the puppy mask where its two straps, one that goes under and one that goes over your ears as that is the most comfortable!

i think this is for now a pretty okay guide//some good tips, if anyone has questions ill answer em best i can will update soon with more//better photos if possible :)