#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.)

[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.

[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.

[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.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: Tattle Tail Next: Nothing At All

[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.

[shrekgogurt]

Gareth Surname Band [M, 15k] — read the completed fic on ao3 now!!!

TAGS: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow, Mordelia Grimm & Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, TW: they’re all American, dave matthews band au, musician au, baz is a concertmaster, mordelia is a teenager, BAND ROLL CALL, penny is on bass, trixie is on strings, agatha is on keys, simon is on drums, shep is on winds, gareth IS dave matthews, the jam bandification of carry on, late 90s references, jncos, bradley from geometry, giggle crime dates, this is your baz (cracks egg) this is your baz on marijuana, 'being cool' but it's mainly trespassing and gay mouth kissing, the artist formerly known as the artist formerly known as prince

SUMMARY

The year is 1999.

Baz Pitch is the youngest leading violinist in the Cleveland Orchestra's history but his fame pales in comparison to that of his former collegiate colleagues who now make a fortune touring the world in the divisively groovy Gareth Surname Band. When his old friend, Trixie Hob, reaches out extending backstage passes to GSB's tour, Baz takes her up on the offer solely to impress his younger sister Mordelia. However, once Mordelia and Baz find their seats and the band takes the stage, Baz finds it increasingly harder to deny his true motivations for attending the show.

He has the hots for the musically ripped drummer, Simon Snow.

But it's not like Simon even remembers Baz. Who would recall a sour exchange over perceived sour vegetables? It's fine. The night will be a success. Baz will prove he's cool once and for all to his (not so baby anymore) sister who he totally doesn't care about the opinion of and Simon won't even give him a second glance (let alone glare)...

...NOT!!!!!

(happy birthday @shrekgogurt !!!!)

[nik-840]

Lucifer x Gn Reader

Description: The reader is an Angle that used to be Lucifer's lover. However due to God intervening the couple no longer remember each other

Word Count: 2,620

Long ago just before the great war, God created a string of new Angels, just a handful. They were unrelated to God’s other children. They were created by him, yes but they were not children of the Goddes or children at all really. They were meant to be soldiers and soldiers only. But there is always a calm before a storm and in this calm two angels fell in love, the light bringer and his favorite star.

God could see everything or just about everything. He could see how Lucifer’s love for you overshadowed everything else. He saw that this would lead to Lucifer’s ultimate betrayal. If only he could see how his actions played a role in all this.

God decides to kick you out of heaven technically making you the first to fall. Except you didn't go to hell, you fell to earth lost and confused. This is the final straw for Lucifer and the war is waged. Once it's over the memory of Lucifer’s lover is erased from the minds of everyone who knew them. 

When you fell you lost your wings and with them, went your ability to remember not just the days in Eden but also the lifetimes spent walking the Earth alone. You wander for millennials never quite sure what's missing until you find him again in a city called Los Angeles.

The memories don’t come back for either of you when you find him again. But you become close and you just hold on to him. It doesn’t take long for you to realize you are in love with him but he was occupied with Chole. You didn’t want to say that you hated Chole but you strongly disliked her.

It had been a month or so since Lucifer revealed the truth to her. She was a wreck and ran off to Europe. She hadn’t even been back for a week and you had already noticed how it was affecting Lucifer. He was in more distress now than he had been the whole time she was gone. You were already tired of her. Lucifer would never say anything about it; he's too worried about her opinion of him. You on the other hand couldn't give two shits what she thought of you. You had a bone to pick with her so you showed up on her doorstep. 

“What the fuck is your problem?!” She looked completely dismayed.

“Excuse me?”

“You've been treating Lucifer like shit since you got back from your stupid trip.” She stuttered for a while trying to come up with a good reason. “Don't lie Decker you ran off to Europe for space or whatever. But now you're back and you're acting like he's harmed you.” 

“I've been going through a lot this isn't easy for me. Would it make me crazy if I was scared of him? I mean Lucifer, he's dangerous.”

“ Of course, he’s fucking dangerous he's the devil who cares?”

“What?”

“You're not the only human who's in on the secret Chloe but you are the only one who reacted like this. I've known for way longer than you and I've never been scared and it's not because I'm blind to the fact that he could hurt me or others. I'm not scared because he's never given me a reason to be. I know he won't hurt me because all he's ever done is protect me and you for that matter. He's powerful but I know he would never hurt an innocent person. Being scared of him might not make you crazy but it definitely makes you weak.”

All she does is stare and stutter as tears start to build up in her eyes. 

“Listen you need to get your shit together or break it off. Pretending that you care while you won't let Trixie see Maze and jump when Lucifer touches you is just sick. Make a decision or I’ll make it for you.”

You weren't waiting on a response so you just walked off and got in your car you had nothing else to say to Chole Decker. Plus there was someone who needed your attention back at Lux. When you get there the first person you see is Maze whose apparently been looking for you. 

“Where’ve you been all night your missing the party.”

 “Oh you know just out I had to make a stop off on my way here.”

 “Oh?” She looked mildly interested hoping it was something exciting. 

 “Yeah, nothing interesting I just had to talk to someone. Don't worry about that where’s Lucifer?” 

“He's upstairs sulking that's all he does these days.” She’s annoyed she and lucifer are dealing with Chole’s bullshit very differently, she doesn't understand him. You head upstairs and there he is, sitting at the piano playing some melancholy tune you don't recognize. You pour a drink for the both of you and set his down on the piano. You sit with him listening as the song flows out from the piano. You lean your head on his shoulder when the song ends and slide his drink just a bit closer to him. 

“Drink, Luci?”

 “Thank you.”

“You look a mess.”

“Why thank you Y/N as charming as ever.”

“Seriously though I know things have been rough lately but playing sad piano in the dark and not changing your clothes for days will not help. I'm not saying you have to go party I’m not even saying you have to leave your room. I’m just saying maybe take a shower.” He's about to say something stupid to get you off his back. “Listen if you shower ill do everything else, get you ready for bed, comb your hair, I’ll even pick out your suit for tomorrow, ok just shower you smell.”

He doesn't even say anything, just gets up and heads towards the bedroom slowly stripping. 

In his closet, you go through his wardrobe and pick out a suit for him. But not just any suit, it was your favorite. Something about Lucifer in this was just top-notch. When you're done with that you get everything ready for bed 

You sit at the edge of his bed waiting. You scroll through Twitter, TikTok, and then Tumblr. You were pretty sure he was just standing under the water but that’s ok 

When he comes out he’s wearing just a pair of skin-tight black boxers. He collapses into bed beside you. You move so you’re sitting next to his head and run your fingers through his hair.

“I bet that feels better.”

“Thank you.” He says as he moves his head to rest on your lap. 

“Oh don't get all mushy on me, Luci.”

“No I’m serious, Thank you.” 

“Whatever.” You run your fingers through his hair and scratch his head till he goes to sleep. You usually only slept over at the penthouse when Lucifer thought you weren’t able to get home safely. But you didn’t feel like going home today, not when you had Lucifer on your lap snoring softly plus it was like two in the morning. So you shifted around getting comfortable and Lucifer just followed your body heat while grumbling. 

When you wake up again it’s to a phone call from your best friend and roommate. You immediately realize your mistake. You get out of bed as quickly as possible without waking Lucifer. You answer the phone on the other.

“Before you start I'm sorry I didn't mean to sleep over or to fall asleep without checking in.”

“Mhm hmm, you always say the same thing I figured you were with him so I texted maze and she confirmed. That's not why I called.”

“Oh ok, what's up then?”

“You tell me I thought you said you weren't going to sleep over there anymore because it made you feel like you two were closer than you are.”

“I know what I said It's just he was so sad and I couldn't leave him like that.”

“Y/n-”

“Don't! I know what you're going to say ‘it's not my job to take care of him, especially not when it comes at the cost of my peace. But I'm not at peace when he's sad, I just want so desperately for him to be happy.” There's a beat of silence as you think. “I could let him go if that's what it took but she treats him like shit. I know I probably just sound like some jealous idiot but he spends so much time worrying about if she'll turn her back on him and he deserves so much more than that.”

“I understand just remember to take care of yourself too. And text me when you're not coming home asshole.” You laugh for a moment thankful for the change in conversation. 

“Again I'm sorry and I will next time I promise. I'll see you later.” You say your goodbyes and hang up.

You take a couple of deep breaths before heading back upstairs to find Lucifer awake in bed.

“Where did you run off to?” He asks just as you step into the bedroom. 

“Just downstairs I had to take a call and I didn't want to wake you.” You sit at the end of the bed. “Anyway, what do you want to do today? We could be responsible adults and do something productive or we could get high out if our minds order food and watch Alice in Wonderland.” You start smirking before you even finish the sentence knowing exactly which option he's going to choose.

After the first blunt, you were starting to feel it and words started falling out of your mouth.

“You know that I care about you right? You, Maze, and Ash are all I have all I've ever had.” You don’t know why you asked him that because you didn't even let him answer you just started the movie you pulled up before. 

You honestly don't remember watching the movie. It felt like you blinked and then the credits were rolling. It didn't matter though you and Lucifer had split two blunts and you felt amazing. At some point, Maze showed up and she and Lucifer continued to smoke long after you had tapped out. The day was blissful for obvious reasons you even remembered to text your roommate before you passed out on the couch. 

~~~~

You guessed that something changed between Chole and Lucifer because he was back to going on cases with her. You hoped that she finally pulled her head out of her ass but you for some reason doubted that. You had gotten out of work early and just went back to your apartment to hang with your roommate. You guys had started a show together about a week ago and then you both got super busy. You had gotten through a couple of episodes when you got an SOS from Maze. Chole had fucked up big this time though you couldn’t imagine what could possibly be worse than the way she had already been acting. Nothing could have prepared you for what you found out.

He didn't even yell, he just explained what happened while sipping on his drink. You could tell he was a few drinks in and he looked a mess. You could see why though. Chole had been going behind his back working with a priest if you could even call him that. She had intended on banishing Lucifer back to hell. The betrayal was truly unbelievable. You didn’t know you had to comfort what could you say that could ease that kind of pain? You guessed you would just love him through it. Through all of it. 

Eventually, Lucifer gets bored of drinking and just goes to bed you didn’t want to leave so you just go sleep on the couch. The next morning you woke up and made Lucifer breakfast in bed you just wanted to remind him that he was deserving of love. He had barely spoken since he woke but just as he finishes eating he asks you a question. 

“Why did you stay?”

“What do you mean?”

“After you saw my face.”

“I don't know I guess I've spent my whole life alone and empty. When we met I felt that for the first time in my life I wasn't alone. So losing that over you being exactly who you said you were just felt stupid.”

“But what about me makes you feel that way? Why me?”

“I don’t know Luci, does it matter? All I know is that you make me feel warm and safe.”

“I make you feel safe?”

“I mean yeah are you surprised all you've done since we met is take care of me and encourage me to do the same for myself?”

He just stares at you sort of shellshocked which is so confusing to you because what did he think was happening here? Did he genuinely think that this entire time you were scared of him deep down? How could he think that? How could you be scared of this man you loved him with every fiber of your being. The thought brought you so much pain you just pulled him closer from where he was sitting on the bed. He was basically sitting in your lap now and you held him tight to your chest and he curled up to you.

You lean down and kiss the top of his head. You get that feeling that you sometimes get when you are with him. A strange sense of deja vu like you've done this before comforted him, held him close, kissed him. Sometimes you get these flashes almost like memories but they always disappear before you can fully understand what they are. You always just hold Lucifer a little tighter in those moments. 

At some point, Lucifer crawls out of your lap and puts on a random movie for the two of you to watch. Neither of you is really paying attention though. You feel his eyes on you for a while before you say anything. 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He doesn’t say anything, he looks at you and makes eye contact before slowly leaning in. After a moment of thought, you lean in too. The kiss isn’t much just a soft press of lips but the feeling that runs through you forcing a gasp from your lips.

Memories flood into your mind so quickly that you can’t even decipher them. Tears start to flow from your eyes. Lucifer is stunned and confused but then shock falls over his face and calls your name. 

“You… you have wings.” You just stare at him as you try to sort through the memories. It seems that Lucifer’s memory begins to come back as well. 

He reaches out to cup you’re face and runs his thumb over your cheek. His old name falls off your lips “Samael.” The name makes him uncomfortable and he expresses that much to you asking you to just call him Lucifer. You lean in again and kiss his cheek and whisper “Of course, my love.” This immediately brings back the tenderness of the moment. 

The memories of before wrap around you like a warm well-loved blanket. All you want is to be as close to him as possible. All the centuries spent apart so cold and alone you just needed to keep him close. You pull him into another kiss and your wings wrap around him pulling him as close as possible. He chuckled “Missed me did you?” He said it as a joke but you knew he wanted a real answer. 

“Every day Lucifer. Every day even when I couldn’t remember.”

[prism-empurress]

As the camera turns on, Trixie trips and falls. "FUCKING...SHIT ASS BITCH." Trixie shouts, grabbing her leg dramatically. "Haha, you dumb whore." Katya laughs like a wicked witch, carrying multiple shopping bags and strutting as she does so. "Where'd your bags go?" "Look around!" Trixie gestures wildly to all the spilled cheap-ass items around the filming studio. "Look; there's my dignity snapped in half, and there's the knockoff nerf gun that fits in my hand." Katya, still laughing to herself, helps Trixie up into her seat. "Are you good, girl?" "I regret waking up today, but physically I'm fine." "You ready to start today's episode?" "Yeah. Yeah." "Oh shit, we're rolling already. We're gonna have to cut me tripping..." Clearing her throat, Trixie Mattel fluffs up her hair and says "Hi, I'm the demon possessing a vaguely humanoid flesh-suit, Trixie Mattel." Without missing a beat, Katya states "And I'm an alien from planetoid 42069BS, on the hunt for good dick; Katya!" "And this is UNHhhhh! The show where we talk about whatever we want to talk about! Because it's our show...and not yours."

"What're we doing today, Trixie?" Katya asks, stifling her laughter. "We just brought home a HUUUGE shopping haul from some dollar store. Not only did we get makeup products; we got other things." "If you're on a budget, and running late to someone's kid's birthday party...stop on by a random dollar store and you can get..." Katya digs in her bag and pulls out a fashion doll wearing a super baggy dress that does not fit the doll at all, "This bootleg Barbie doll with a lazy eye!" "She can still slay, even though she's a cheap bitch." Trixie nods, "She just needs a bottle of vodka, fifty bucks, and a night out in the town."

"She doesn't come with either of those accessories. We should make some. Okay your turn."

"If you're a lyrical genius, get yourself ..." Trixie pauses for dramatic effect as Katya does a drumroll... and then Trixie pulls out a green 'guitar' with only three strings. "This cool guitar to get yourself some much needed bitches." "Play a song for us, Trixie!" "Hold on, I need to look the part." Digging some more in her shopping bag, Trixie pulls out some dollarstore shades, puts them on all coolly, and strums a broken tune on the 'guitar'. It does not sound decent.

"BOOOOO!" Katya shouts, giving Trixie a thumbs down. Trixie then bonks Katya on the head with it.