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charmsponies · 1 year

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A Needlessly Long Ramble About Pony Poses!!!

I was talking to my bf today and i had some thoughts on poses! Specifically we were talking about the celestial ponies! Because I know some people really dislike the Tootsie pose

(Here is the pose in question- with images of the original pose and one of the celestial ponies using it. From toysisters and the amazon listing)

Personally (please no one take offense to this paragraph , just my own thoughts ^^” ) I never understood the hate for this pose, the ponies look cute! All ponies are cute to me, i really dont think there are any specific poses they could stand in that would make them Uncute or take away from their design. I think people dislike the way their head is tilted forwards and how the neck looks? (Again, I think the head tilt is cute ^^) one of the issues I saw a few people talking about with the celestial ponies in particular is that they don’t like that their heads can turn when the original pose isnt really made for that and the neck looks uneven, but to me thats not really an issue at all since you wont notice unless someone points it out or youre staring too much at the neck, and if you dislike it you can just not turn the heads lol.

But yeah, poses sure are interesting huh? there are a lot of pony poses, I really like the variety as it makes each pony feel unique (even if i end up collecting a million of the same pose lol). While I don’t dislike any poses I DEFINITELY have some that I ADORE!

(Forgive me for reposting my old photos for examples here lol) Some examples of my faves are:

the Posey Pose (So pretty! The legs are like shes gracefully walking)

The Bowtie Pose (I love the head tilt so much, makes them so pretty)

I love how chunky in my hands the Gingerbread Pose is

i fucking WISH i had any of the sitting pose ponies (image from mlpmerchdatabase) It was cool to have sitting ponies (probably the most unique pose in all of g1, especially since there were only ever 2 ponies in this pose)

THE UNICORN AND PEGASUS POSES FOR THE BABY BEDDY BYE EYE PONIES ARE SO FUCKING CUTE especially the unicorn one which is my ultimate fave bbe pose (i will defend bbe until i DIE) The shy little way their heads are positioned make the unicorns adorable, and the pegasus pose is also really cute

Surprise pose! (pulls out pre restoration photo because i dont have any good ones of her clean showing off the pose, her hair is always in the way lol). Her head is tilted at such an interesting angle compared to other mlp poses, her whole body leans into that tilt but she doesnt have any balancing issues or nothing!

I adore all the newborn poses but i LOVE the ones where theyre just STANDING THERE (like my noodles or doodles) And i also fucking adore the newborn dibbles pose holy shit. they are so little they just stand their with their heads down like little creechures (dibbles and nibbles pic from toysisters)

Anyways long rant aside: I feel like every pose can be really uniquely cute and give each pony a lot of personality >w< Do you guys have any favorites? Any poses you hate? Feel free to add on even if its in disagreement lol

#my little pony #mlp #gen 1 #generation 1 #g1 #toys #my photos #my ponies #too many to tag

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whats-her-quirk · 4 years

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Beg and Bargain

denki kaminari x reader 18+ (minors do not interact) warnings: BDSM, femdom, bondage, gagging, overstim, praise, teasing, marking, sex toys, dacryphilia/crying, nipple play, begging, mommy kink, quirk play wc: 2.5k

“You ready, baby?” you ask, only to be met with a nod and an incoherent uungh in response. So the ball gag is working nicely. From your position beside the bed, you curl a finger under the taut rope securing Denki’s right arm to the bedpost. He looks up as you pluck it like a guitar string, the tension just right to hold his wrist above his head. His other limbs are bound the same way, leaving the pretty blonde spread-eagled across the bed. Lucky you.

You lick your lips as you crawl over him to sit on his lap; he looks so pretty like this, hair tousled and brows already pinched in anticipation. It might have something to do with the new black lingerie you’re wearing, or it might just be because he loves being tied up so much. Either way, you love what it does to him. He wants to touch you, wrists pulling at the ropes even though he knows it’ll do nothing. His teeth dig into the pink silicone of the ball gag secured around his mouth, setting his pretty jaw tight and sharp against the pillow. You place your hands, encased in delicate black lace gloves, against his chest, and feel it thundering against your palms.

“You know you’re gorgeous like this?” You drag your hands down Denki’s chest, skimming over his nipples and ribcage, feeling all the curves of his abdominals as they tense at your touch. Being tied up always puts him on edge in the best way. He makes a muffled sound, something breathy and garbled when your fingers dip into the v-lines between his hips. His cock is half hard and pink at the tip, already standing up for you even though you’ve just started touching him—the ropes working their magic in yet another way.

But you can’t give him what he wants just yet. He’s not ready; he hasn’t earned it. You tut and shake your head, pulling your fingers away from his groin and petting him around the neck and chest instead. Denki puffs out harsh breaths around the gag, a tiny puddle of drool forming in one corner of his lips. You lean down to kiss it away, making him whimper again.

“So noisy, but you’re supposed to be gagged,” you tease, tracing a finger along the line of his chin. His arms and legs wriggle, straining pathetically against the ropes as you sit back on his legs. Denki grumbles again, a wetter mmmmf as his mouth fills with saliva. He writhes under you, letting go as he relinquishes control to you. It’s the perfect time to remind him of your rules, before you push him any further.

“You remember the safety action, don’t you, baby? What to do if you want me to stop?” Your voice drips like honey, slow and lingering on your mouth. Denki nods, but you verbalize it anyway, just to be sure. Holding his face between your hands, you slowly shake his head back and forth. “Just shake your head like this, but faster, and don’t stop. Open your eyes and make a lot of noise too, short little screams. Got it?”

Denki nods and grunts again, more drool dibbling from the side of his mouth as he watches you. You smile darkly back at him as your fingers curl into his messy hair. “Good, then we can really get started.”

Your body tucks against his, folding down so you can reach his neck with your lips. He shudders as you start to nibble at the tender skin, trailing kisses that slowly grow in size and intensity. You find a wet patch where saliva has run down his chin and pooled in the notch between his jaw and his ear, letting out a moan yourself as you dig your teeth in and suck hard. Dark hickies always look nice blooming under his pale skin.

Denki’s legs wriggle underneath you as you mark his neck, leaving reddish purple bruises dotted across his throat. He tries to kick, tries to dig his heels into the mattress and push against you, but it’s useless. You can kiss him where you want, touch him however you want, and he just has to take it. The feeling of control, of power over this normally loud and flamboyant man—it rushes between your legs, tickling like fire. He’s yours to tame.

Satisfied with your job on his neck, you move down, pinching his nipple between two gloved fingers. Denki’s hands clench into fists, the headboard creaking as his biceps desperately try to curl. The ropes hold him back, the muscles in his arms shaking as he strains against the resistance. “Careful, don’t hurt yourself baby. You were doing so good for me.” He huffs and growls around the gag as you massage his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger, working it into a hard bud. You adore how sensitive his chest is, but the heat in your stomach ripples even more at the way he responds to your praise.

After a tight pinch that makes him yelp, you release his nipple and stroke his sides soothingly. “Love this tight body,” you sigh, leaning down to his chest. “Love how you react to me.” You breathe the words over the nipple you teased, sensitive enough now that even just those little puffs of air make his shoulders and hips jerk. Getting comfortable, you adjust your knees, bringing them up around his waist so you can grind back against his now-full erection as you flick your tongue over his nipple.

Denki whines louder, no doubt making a mess all over his chin as the gag makes him drool. You lick around the hardened bud, swirling your tongue before pressing your lips down to his pec. He tastes divine but natural, soft, platinum chest hair ticking your lips and nose as you nuzzle closer. You’re done holding back, teasing his nipple ferociously with your mouth, making his spine arch and twist as he fights back overwhelming pleasure.

His cock twitches against your ass as you grind back on him at the same time, pushing back from your knees into your toes to rub against him. Denki growls, body twinging with stimulation. It’s not until you bite down softly against his nipple with your front teeth and he chokes on a sob that you decide it’s time to move on. You have a wicked idea, one you’ve been dying for an opportunity to try out. Pulling back and seeing Denki utterly wrecked already, eyes hazy, chin slick with saliva, neck and chest peppered with the evidence of your dominance, cock weeping with precum—you can’t wait any longer.

Climbing off the bed sends Denki into a whimpering stupor just as you reach back to wrap your hand around his shaft, the layer of thin lace a barrier between his skin and yours. His body rolls at the contact, yearning for you, and you can practically feel the heat radiating off him. He moans around the gag, loud and immodest. You give him a few light pumps, just enough to get his head swimming while reaching into the bedside drawer with your free hand.

“Such a good boy,” you purr, crawling back onto the bed with the toy you were looking for. Denki gasps, eyes open wide when he spies the magic wand in your fist, its cord dangling haphazardly from the end. But you want him to see it, need to give him the chance to back out if he needs to.

You hold the toy up so he can get a good look at it, with its long plastic shaft and flexible, vibrating head. “Can I use this on you, baby? Be honest.” You play with it, running your hands up and down the handle.

Mmmhmm, Denki mumbles out, nodding his head in affirmation, despite the fear behind his eyes that makes your stomach jump with anticipation.

You lift the power cord by the heavy wall plug at the end, showing it to the man shivering beneath you. “Are you sure? You won’t be able to take it for long, but I’ll make it worth your while.”

Uhhhh. He nods harder, faster, clearly desperate for you to touch him again, no matter how you do it.

“Ok. Remember the action if you want me to stop.” You drop the wall plug into Denki’s open right hand, palm-up and limp against the ropes. Denki’s eyebrows furrow in brief confusion before he seems to catch on. You nod patronizingly. “Yeah baby, you have to power it. Keep it on until I say so or no reward for you.”

Denki whines again, but like you asked, electricity begins to dance in sparks around his hand. He’s so good for you, so obedient, and you couldn’t be prouder or more turned on. You click the power button with your thumb, and the wand rumbles to life, vibrating loudly in your hand. Denki would gulp if he could swallow, but instead, he gurgles around the spit-coated gag and waits for you to get on with it.

The wand’s extra-long cord gives you plenty of slack, so you settle yourself between Denki’s spread legs. He’s sweating all over, casting a bright sheen on his legs, stomach, and ass. You sit with your thighs pressed together, anticipating how much wetter you’re going to get when you see him writhing and trying to scream. The wand is intense—that’s why it needs a power cord, for god’s sake—and you’re determined to make the most of this while it lasts. You take a deep breath and glance up one more time. Denki nods again, begging you with his eyes. He’s ready. You ghost the wand up to his stiff cock, barely touching it to his frenulum.

Denki erupts. As you lightly trace the head of the wand up over his tip and down the top side of his cock, he thrashes. He pulls futilely at his ropes. He screams, spraying spit through his teeth as he bites down hard on the little pink silicone ball. After a single pass with the pulsing toy, you lift it from his skin and look up again, searching his face for signs of severe distress.

He’s crying, tears leaking from both eyes, but Denki lifts his head weakly and nods at you, moaning against the gag all the while. You tap the wand down against his lower stomach, just above the base of his cock, and he moans again, eyes clenching shut and knees locking down, but when he doesn’t shake his head no, you don’t stop.

Your clit burns with arousal as you slide the toy back to his shaft, circling the vibrator to the underside and tracing a prominent, blue vein that snakes from his scrotum to his head. Your mouth waters as his cock twitches sharply against the wand, accompanied by his throaty screams and groaning. Knowing just how powerful the wand is, you swear you can feel the vibrations in your own core as you watch his cock jump away from it.

As you drag the toy back down toward his balls, you feel the pulsing vibrations begin to slow. You hear the electricity crackle around Denki’s fingers, the power getting weaker as his eyes roll back. “Denki,” you scold, pulling the toy away. He looks down at you immediately, and as soon as it’s clear that he’s not losing consciousness, you tap the slowly rumbling toy against one of his balls. He screeches in agony, chest heaving. “Unless you want to stop right now, turn this thing back on.”

He nods again for you, a second wave of resolve coming over him. His quirk thunders to life again, the monotonous whirring of the wand speeding back up to pace. “Good boy,” you’re careful to praise. “That’s such a good boy.” He moans low and pained at the compliments, his hips twisting just to rid him of the restless energy trapped inside him, begging for release.

He’s close, you can tell by the way he’s gushing precum and his muscles are locked tight. You can feel yourself dripping into your panties, aroused beyond belief at the sight of him utterly destroyed by your ministrations. He’s almost there, just a little more.

With the wand buzzing in your hand, you drag it back up to his head, using feather-light strokes over the bright pink skin that make him scream and sob and mumble god knows what against the soaking gag in his mouth. He’s twitching everywhere, yanking at the restraints, body moving against his will. You moan alongside him, knowing the power to make him see stars is right there in your hand. He’s yours, all yours, trusting and almost embarrassingly open for you, leaking from his mouth and his eyes and his poor, throbbing cock. You almost feel bad for him until you remember he agreed to this, that he wanted it just as bad as you did.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re amazing.” As he sobs above you, his noises sounding more like begging every moment, you rub your thighs together and move the wand down, over his shaft, over his balls, which makes him roar even louder yet, until you tuck the wand under his ballsack, centimeters from his pretty little asshole, and he screams like you’ve never heard him scream before.

He cums almost instantly, shooting his seed up his chest, as far as his shoulders. You hold the wand in place for only a second more before pulling back. He drops the plug and power cord as he continues to orgasm, cumming until he’s shooting blanks and moaning hoarsely with nothing left in him to give. He sobs hard, tears flowing freely from both eyes as he succumbs to the will of his exhausted body. Your pussy squeezes in on itself, burning at the sight of him losing himself in complete euphoria and relief.

When you can’t take it anymore, the arousal between your legs becoming too much, you crawl up the mattress to his face. After placing a kiss on his sweaty forehead, you lift his head gently and unbutton the back of the ball gag. You slide it gently from between his lips as Denki sucks in huge breaths of air.

His lips move immediately, all the pent up words spilling out at once in broken pleas. “Oh fuck, fuck, oh my god. Fuck. Ughhh. I can’t. I- fuck.” You’re surprised he even has the sense left in him to make words, let alone scream them.

“What is it baby?” you ask, smoothing his damp bangs out of his face.

He looks up at you, half-lidded and panting, licking his lips and spit-coated chin. “I, fuck. Want your pussy so bad, babe. Please.”

You raise an eyebrow, doubting that he’s going to be able to cum again for at least a few minutes, but he says he wants more. If he’s willing to beg, you’re willing to bargain, but there’s one thing you want first.

“Whose pussy do you want, baby? Say it.”

“Mommy,” he cries out, voice cracking over the second syllable. “Please mommy, please, I want to fuck your pussy so bad. I need you, fuck, please.” Tears roll down his face as he begs for you, unable to touch you, unable to do anything but call out for you, even after everything you put him through.

How could you possibly say no?

#denki kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #bnha x reader #denki kaminari fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #my writing

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yodawgiheardyoulikeponies · 4 years

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02/25/2021:Pony Acquisition Post 461: HUGE G1 and G3 lot with many grails!!

So one of my collector friends just did a MASSIVE pickup of someone’s entire collection, so I got first dibs on what to purchase from her spoils!! There were a lot of grails in this lot..let’s get going...

We first have the SDCC superhero pony! I do have her MIP, but a loose one is always the best! She even has her factory curls!

We also have G3 Piccolo! Piccolo was my first earth pony ever and my 4th pony ever, and I will always remember getting her at the World of Disney store in Downtown Disney when you could do the “build a pony” box. However, my original Piccolo has become very sticky, and her tinsel is almost non-existent. Sadly, unless I can somehow fix her, this will be a replacement for the one currently in my collection.

Now here comes the amazing G1s! We have newborn Nibbles, who is a set completer as I’ve had her Twin Dibbles FOREVER, and we also have Baby Princess Sparkle! She’s GORGEOUS and I love her castle motif!! She’s a pony that would be perfect for my next Disney Parks trip!!

Here’s Galaxy, from the Twinkle eyed line! I had her a long time ago, but mine was filled with horrible regrind. While this one has a mane trim, she still looks very pretty!

An unusual one- Colorswirl Springy! I’ve never seen a colorswirl pony in person ever!! I love her colors!! Can anyone tell me any more about these abs what her symbol represents??

Dainty Dahlia is a perfume puff pony, and I love her color Combo and pose!

Lastly, a massive brag: the rest of the Glow n Show ponies I’ve needed to complete my set! I’ve had Starglow forever, but never the rest of her set!! If you guys notice, this is the rarer, blue hearts version of Dazzleglow the unicorn, making her even more pretty.

Who’s your favorite?

#my little pony #cute #pony #pink #toy #g3 #toys #g1 #unicorn #pony acquisition post

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mandesevilkingdom · 4 years

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Nibbles & Dibbles

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rellycrocker · 4 years

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THE DOPEFIEND’S CURSE

In the very back seat, of the very back corner in the very last car, sat The Dopefiend - dozing to and fro from here to there. His gaze remained there in the land of dreams while his body swayed here with the moving train.

Adjacent him, on the opposite end, in the very same car of the very same train, sat the Meatball Man . At his feet was his catering bag filled with tender, juicy balls and focaccia bread. The recently job-less, new entrepreneur could not afford a $50 cab and was forced to deliver his food on the MTA. Because of this, he sat sad — yet optimistic — and alone with his thoughts.

It did not take long for the aroma to escape the insulated bag, and soon the smell of OG Sauce and meatballs filled the roomy train. It was then that he noticed The Dopefiend — across the way and through the poles. Mimicking the movement of the train, but his spine stilled when the smell reached his nose.

Through his gaze, and within his dream the Fiend was a child again, and standing in his grandmother’s kitchen.

He could smell her yams setting on the stove, and her mac and cheese bubbling in the oven. He could hear Mahalia Jackson’s tune serenade the needle while Nanna prepped food for Sunday Supper. He could feel the carpet fibers tickle his feet as he walked to the table and nibbled at strays of the resting meat.

At that moment, he was jolted awake from the land of dreams and into reality, where he stood chewing on his fingers and standing above The Man.

Removing his hands from his lips, he said:

The Dopefiend : “Where am I?”

Meatball Man: “You tell me.”

The Dopefiend: “How did I get here?”

Consequences of his habit had kept The Dopefiend in a sleepless state for the past four days, causing him to exist in Limbo between here and there. As a result, in his conscious slumber, The Dopefiend stood up, and like a zombie, maneuvered his person across the train and through its loops until his nose located the source.

The smell made him awake, and everything became real again. Grandmas house was real. The smell of yams was real. The earth under his feet was real. He was real. All of IT was real.

The Dopefiend had not felt real in 14 years.

His reality was short lived.

In that moment a familiar voice began to speak to him, not out loud but only so he could hear.

Noticing the shift in his person, the Man asked “Are you ok?”. “I will be”, said the Fiend in a mischievous way.

Somewhere deep inside himself, he could feel how he wanted to react. He felt interested in the aroma coming from the bag. He felt proud that his experienced nose recognized the cinnamon in its steam and remembered how his Nanna would use cinnamon to season her fish. He wanted to keep in touch so that one day they could grab drinks & talk about their upbringings & talk about their favorite seasonings, their favorite meals & possibly cook together, exchange food tips & share secrets.

But instead, the magnificent voice of the magnificent beast numbed his feelings and persuaded him to act differently, shielding his excitement and his person from the man he stood above. The Fiend was helpless and no longer in control — Trapped in his conscious, as if a child was pushed into a narrow opening of a deep hole, & left screaming up at the person who pushed him in for help.

Back in reality, The Man watched as the eyes of The Dopefiend turned a deep, glowing black. Through them he saw The Beast & soon that is what he became.

In an instant, The Beast grabbed the handle of the catering bag and began to run towards the next car. However, his puny arms and unstable wrists were no match for its weight causing his body to jerk when the handle’s length reached its end.

In one motion, The Man snatched the handle from his hands and stood up to better react to any new, unexpected moves from The Fiend. The few passengers occupying the car had by now removed their headphones & were aware of the commotion up front.

Standing at an angle and with semi-balled fists, the Man said — with his most-serious eyes and most-firm conviction — “wtf are you doing?”. “Gimme the bag” roared The Beast, and with the swiftness of a cat, unlatched the handle to the train-car door, swung it open and tranpezed the chains of the adjoining train, threatening to jump if The Man did not give him the bag of balls and bread.

When they saw this, the fearful and oblivious passengers began fumbling in their wallets for money to give to the unstable fiend. One man even extended a shaking $10 bill in front of his coiled body and closed eyes as if he were being robbed at gunpoint, while another lady-hipster screamed “ahhh, please just come down, sir. Please!”

Facing the Dopefiend, The Man looked him in the eyes and said “Get yo ass down” like a black mother would tell a child who is having a tantrum and jumping on a couch.

Realizing his bluff and antics would not work, The Dopefiend obliged and regained his stance in front of the bag barely moving as the train braked into the station .

He then closed his eyes and began to whisper, in a tongue unfamiliar to The Man. It sounded like gibberish, or a language that he had made up. It then became crystal clear, when The Fiend suddenly stared into The Man’s eyes and began to chant:

“ Bibble bibble bibble

Nabble Dabble Dibble

The food in that there bag is cursed.

And henceforth & after

The sound of my laughter

Will sing in your head like a verse“

Before exiting the train, The Beast stretched his left arm and two fingers at The Man and his bag, and cursed them both in the language he created. He then snatched the $10 with his teeth and gnarled at the watching clergy before stepping backwards out of the closing doors, watching The Man, through the movings glass until he was a blur.

The Man, both curious and confused went on to sellout of meatballs that day and credited his earlier encounter on the train as “just another day in New York”.

The following morning, he received a phone call and the woman on the other line said: “A few people were served slightly undercooked food yesterday. No one is sick, but you are no longer welcomed back to serve at the office.”

He hung up the phone, and sunk in his seat and thought he heard laughter from distance. Embarrassed and distraught, he began to think about the The Dopefiend’s warning and ponder The Dopefiend’s curse.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#short fiction #short story #unclerell #99eats #amazeballs #writing #cookbook #food

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