#flyts

[mal-ruben]

RAHHHH GREEN LOOKS DUMB BECAUSE I HEADCANON HER AS LOOKIN DUMB AND TOTS NOT BECAUSE I CANT DRAW DINOS

[zannia]

My first magic mixies pixlings doll! Angelica 🩷🌟😇 (I regret not getting Wynter so I was not going to miss out on her!)

She is sooo precious I'm in looove! Her outfit is adorable, her face is absolutely stunning, and her hair is sooooo soft and the tinsel is a nice touch too!Her outfit is nicely made and I'm happy it's a full dress (they usually have molded on tops right? so what a nice surprise.) I love the rose gold color palette and think she is just so darling & sweet. Very angelic!

I'll admit the opening gimmick is kinda cute but it's such a huuuuuge waste of plastic. I can't throw it away but i do not want a collection of these bottles.

I'm just so pleased with her! This is my first mini doll and I can't wait to take her everywhere with me.

[magical-girl-hideout]

Magic Mixies Pixlings Season 2 Shimmerverse Galaxy Hair Flyt spotted in the wild.

[marley-warriors]

Misplaced hearts WIP-poem

Bragi began to recite, his harmonising voice complimenting the vibrations of the theremin:

“Truth in its essence must stand alone.

Lie’s nature shall remain forever unknown.”

A smile flashed across Loki’s features as he listened to Bragi’s words. His gaze sharpened momentarily to focus on the exchange of poetry, words flowing with practiced confidence:

“Lest there be chaos to greet,

A dichotomy of unmet need.”

“Behold the beauty of chaos, a paradox so sweet…”

“…where order and tumult gracefully meet.”

Loki completed Bragi’s sentence with a grin before jumping up onto the table, kicking over some cups of mead in the process. He now stood tall, his arms spread wide as if to embrace the entire hall.

“So be the chaos that comes to be.

The gods are just like you and me.”

[Inspired by this Isu glyph in AC Origins]

[djsupadice]

Happy Born Day to the only dude I know that take pictures I front of the same tree ever time he comes out @bottommusic_dp 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 #FollowTheDrip #Flyt #CrewLove https://www.instagram.com/p/CqDWwheOWJf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gospelhotspot]

[Music + Lyrics] We Are For Jesus (Praise Medley) - FLYT

[Music + Lyrics] We Are For Jesus (Praise Medley) – FLYT

Kalisia crooner, Anulika Princess Nwosu A.K.A FLYT has dropped another power-packed gyration praise and thanksgiving medley to celebrate God as the year comes to an end. The power-packed medley comprises five soul-lifting praise songs which are Immutable God, Full Control, Abba Father, God is Good (Testimony), and We are for Jesus. Talking about the medley, FLYT shared that all songs which are on…

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Gospel Music: FLYT - We Are For Jesus (Praise Medley)

Gospel Music: FLYT – We Are For Jesus (Praise Medley)

Kalisia crooner, Anulika Princess Nwosu a.k.a FLYT has dropped another power-packed gyration praise and thanksgiving medley to celebrate God as the year comes to an end. The power-packed medley comprises five soul lifting praise songs which are Immutable God, Full Control, Abba Father, God is Good (Testimony), and We are for Jesus. Talking about the medley, FLYT shared that all songs which are on…

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[undiscovered-horizon]

A sharp tongue - Shanks x Reader

SUMMARY: Flyting is the art of exchanging poetic insults. Arriving at a port town, Shanks is willing to face the local flyting champion. But when he finally meets you, it's not insults that come to his mind.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

a/n: it was either Shanks or Nikolai Lantsov

The tavern appeared somewhat rugged and unkept in the low, yellow light of a few candles. They weren’t enough to make all of the interior visible. While most of the tables and patrons sitting at them seemed to disappear in the darkness, the bar counter was like a light in the tunnel; a lighthouse for all those looking for a drink, a good chat or the entrance to the demimonde.

Aisha, a rather frail woman with an ashy skin tone, was drying glasses and cups, humming an old shanty, when the door to the Blue Dragon tavern swung open. Used to the noise of Marines and pirates alike, the bartender only cocked her eyebrow as she watched the men entering her establishment. As the scourge of the seas usually does, the unfamiliar guests looked rough, although Aisha did make a notice of how politely they carried themselves, no matter how strange that might be.

One of the man, with crimson hair and three scars across his face, sat on the bar stool in front of Aisha. Despite the dark circles around his eyes, the sun damage peppering his skin and dark stubble covering his jaw, the man looked kind. Something about the roundness of his shoulders made him appear smaller, more docile.

“Welcome to Kuri Island, where the Devil bids you farewell,” Aisha announced bitterly. God knows how much she wished to dfind herself anywhere ele but home. “What’re you drinking, lads?”

The pirate captain gave her a smile.

“Give us your best rum and whiskey. We’re kind of celebrating.”

“On it.”

Heavy glass bottles clicked brightly as Aisha set them on the counter. The crewmembers snatched their drinks as soon as they could, taking a short break from their merry conversations to give the bartender a grateful nod. Then, they’d disappear into the darkness of Blue Dragon, their hoarse laughter following them like an echo of yesterday’s joy.

The red-haired man did not move from his spot at the counter and neither did any of his crewmen sit beside him. As she was going about her mundane chores, Aisha kept glancing towards the captain. He stared ahead, lost in thought, and peacefully sipped on the dark rum. Thoughtfulness is rarely a characteristic ascribed to pirates. Nevertheless, there he was - a pirate unlike any other.

The second time Shanks talk to Aisha was on his own volition. She was filleting citruses when he leaned over the bar and spoke in a low voice:

“Who’s that?”

Aisha looked in the direction the red-haired pirate pointed out with a sharp, meaningful nod of his head. Her gaze fell on a character she’s grown quite familiar with. Sitting alone at her table, the silent woman played with an old, silver coin that was no longer used. There was a glass in front of her but it was empty now. Low light of a nearly burnt-out candle played a game of shadows on her face, painting her features once terrifying and once divine.

“A flyter,” Aisha answered. Shanks nodded, clearly pondering something. “Best goddamn one in this part of the waters. They call her Snaketongue. I’ll let you guess why. If you’re feeling up for it, you can try to challenge her.”

Shanks looked at the bartender with a confident but curious grin.

“Wish me luck.”

Aisha chuckled.

“Luck won’t help,” she warned him.

The pirate captain took his glass and bottle of rum only to set them down in front of the mysterious woman. She looked up at him with a quietioningly raised eyebrow but Shanks only sat comfortably in his chair. An adventurous glink in his eye and she knew exactly why he had approached her.

“Out flyt will test your speed and wit,” she began while leaning forward, “reveal a shameful lack of grit.”

Shanks picked up the bottle of rum.

“Whether I win or lose this flyt,” he spoke as he poured himself a glass of alcohol, “your company is much delight.”

He winked at her but she only scoffed.

“If delight is what you seek in a flyt, I’m afraid you’ve found yourself in plight.” The woman leaned on her forearms, her fingers intertwined. The small flame of the candle warmed her face but also have her something of a reverse halo - a cloud of darkness crowned her face. “A man must be out of mind, to approach a snake expecting it not to bite. If you’re a pirate without grit, be honest and admit.”

The red-haired pirate did not let himself be left behind. He also leaned forward, a curious shadow prancing across his handome, rugged face as the struggling flame danced between them. The tension between the strangers almost putting it out.

“Why should my forte be grit, if I can’t charm a woman with it?” Shanks asked before taking a long sip of his rum.

“Perhaps you can’t speak rough because your spirit isn’t tough. Or maybe you’re not man enough?”

Shanks let out a raspy laugh.

“Oh, I am a man, no doubt,” he assured with amusement. “Find your proof among this crowd.” In a casual manner, he pointed over his shoulder towards his scattered, jolly crew. “I am the best pirate around.”

“And yet you’re less harmful than a trout. Looking like a wet dog with a pout.” The woman tilted her head, a dangerous glint appeared in her darkened eyes. Something wicked sprouted in her mind. “The ladies in town seem to be in drought. I don’t suppose you know anything about?”

But Shanks didn’t seem to take much offence in your insult at his prowess. His lips curved into a sly smirk.

“As true as your words might be, I fail to see disgust when you look at me. Your pretty eyes are shining bright. You’re starting to like me, am I right?” he asked with raised eyebrows. It seemed that he already knew the answer and just wanted to rub it in, gloat in his triumphant trick.

The woman pursed her lips and nodded slowly.

“Your words are sweet, I’ll give you that,” she said with a sigh. “It’s starting to amuse me, our little chat. Although I’m still waiting for an insult to be spat.”

“Sharp words are not on my mind when your charm made me blind.” His toothy grin is glistening in the low candlelight. “A more enamouring woman I doubt I will find. So, would you be so kind and agree to be dined?”

She bit her lower lip to stop herself from laughing out loud. Although she shook her head with disapproval, she was undoubtedly amused with his antics.

“How could such an offer be declined?” she asked. “I’m not sure if you’re terrible at flyting or great.” It was both strange and wonderful to hear her speak naturally. “Despite your avid refusal to actually partake in flyting.”

It seemed she really did want Shanks to be at least a little rude. Having said that, she was still debating whether she should think his refusal tedious or alluring.

“Usually I buy a lady a drink before getting mean with her.”

“Does it work for you?”

“Without fail.”

A moment of intimate yet tense silence falls between them; a quietness reserved for pondering and weighing chances. Should she or should she not?

The woman takes Shank’s bottle of rum and pours some into her glass.

“And so I succumb to a charming pirate and his rum. Who knows, maybe he’ll get to make me…” she cut her sentence short and cleared her throat. “Nevermind.”

But he did mind. God only knows how much he did mind.

[tinydefector]

Klik Away pt 2

Did I just binge write this before bed yes I did, becuase I may slowly Turning into a prowl simp.

Prowl x human reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: forced proximity, swearing.

Prowl masterlist

Chapter1 chapter3

Chapter4

Request and ask open, read pinned post

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 Small eyes slowly flicker open in the large, minimalists room. The deep purr resonating from prowls chassis in low rumbles that shutters their whole body. They gaze meets with Prowl's chassis, slowly look around in the quiet room only to shout as the flyt chirps beside their head, leaning down to get a look at them. It makes the human panic and try to bolt from Prowl's side. 

Prowl onlines with an irritated rumble as the human bolted upright shrieking, panicked flailing waking him at the uncontrolled movement. Optics flashing in annoyance, Prowl sat up quickly to swat the flyt away with a massive servo.

"Cease that infuriating racket," he snarled, engine growling. Green buzzed around them, chittering unhelpfully, making thrilling noises as the flyt knocks things off a bench before landing up on one of the window ledges where Green makes a Shrieking noise. Prowl swatted at the flyt. "Silence, you insufferable pest! i'm rechargeing, now cease your squawking."

His field pulsed in agitation, systems still booting up as he comes around to consciousness fully. Prowl glared down at the thrashing human, servo unyielding despite fragile construction. 

"Settle," he ordered gruffly. Recharge-added processor lacked patience for hysterics this early in the cycle. As Green finally subsided, Prowl watches the human, his optics focus in on their breathing. 

"What is that thing?" they whisper while pressing closer to his hull, back pressed against him as they pull the cloth closer, their eyes linger on the flyt that glares down at them. 

Prowl cycled an irritated ventilation at the pathetic display, engine rumbling low. "That 'thing' is my pet, Green," he replied curtly, optics lingering on the flyt as he grumbles in annoyance. His optics move from Green to meet the trembling organic pressed against his plating. 

"She is not harmful, merely curious." Why did he allow the human to curl closer, relying on his frame for security against a mere flyt, Yet...he found no compelling reason to move, systems adjusting to the softer form pressed against him, Prowl found that he didn't quite mind it but would never admit that. 

Green lets out another collection of nosies, but gentler this time. Prowl shot the flyt a glare. “Green Out” he snaps and the flyt does as he's told. Prowl's engine idled in a deepened rumble. 

"It's not going to eat me?" They ask slightly worried, over the flyt. Prowl rumbles in slight amusement. A reluctant chuckle rumbled from Prowl's engine housing at the absurd suggestion. "No she won't, she enjoys her food enough" he clarified, a hint of condescension entering his tone. 

“She mainly eats skitter or larger bugs she's no threat. Less you irritate me" His field pulsed contently. armor clamping unconsciously protectively around the tiny form. Green flys back over, alighting delicately on Prowl's extended arm to chirp inquisitively at the human.

Prowl made a derisive noise. "Yes I know they are in your spot, you will have to deal with it" he rumbles softly to his pet who seems rather disgruntled over her spot being taken. 

It seemed Cybertronians cared for little aliens. Yet this one relied on him, and Prowl had Green for a while now. His engine rumbled ponderously as Green nuzzled tiny plating.

Green takes off again scuttling thought the apartment knocking over something else which makes Prowl growl out at her again. 

The two lay there stifle beside each other before Prowl decides it's time to get up. His joints creak and pop as he moves off the berth. Leaving the human there curled up as he goes about the apartment.

Prowl's joints ache in protest as he rose from the berth.

The human remained curled amid his mesh cloth, Leaving them be, Prowl proceeded through his habitual morning defrag and systems checks, Green buzzing around him before she returns to his berth. 

The flyt chips and goos at the human in her spot before she decides they would make a rather comfortable pillow. Curling around them, her wings flutter out as she settles against them. 

Small hands come up to scratch the dragon like pet, a small smile crosses their lips as they begin patting her like she was an oversized dog. “Who's a good girl, yes you are you are” they coo at Green as she preens in delight at the attention given to her. 

His hab suite gleamed pristine as ever despite this unwelcome guest marring perfection. Prowl did not understand the strange fluctuations plaguing his routines since acquiring the human.

Prowl moves into what could be called a kitchen, grabbing a cube of energon, he tops up Green's food which has the flyt scurring out for fresh food. 

He makes his way over to his data pad as he starts typing away on more reports when his optics catch a glimpse of them, they are standing in the hallway, how they got there he has no clue, but he watches them as they look around curiously. The mesh cloth is wrapped around them, bare feet pad across the metal floor. 

Prowl's fingers froze in mid-report, sensors drawn inexplicably to movement in his hab suite entrance. "Do not touch anything in my hab," he called out evenly, they turned toward him with large eyes, an alien visage stirring strange sensations in Prowl's processors. 

" without asking," he continued, tone measured where before frustration leaked through. "Your tiny servos could damage equipment, and I will not suffer disruption." His words held no heat, merely statements of fact. 

“you think i can damage stuff, you have a mini dragon who throws things” they shoot back. Prowl shoots them a glare before continuing his reports. 

Illogical. Alien. Intrusive little thing. 

They do as they are told not touching anything, they pull the cloth they had now claimed as their blanket around their form more as they slowly make their way towards him. "Can you lift me onto the table?" The ask softly.

Prowl stared down at the tiny human swathed in fibre mesh, the polishing cloth he had left on the table. “Very well," he agreed after a klik, modulating his field to soothe as massive servos carefully encircled them. Their fearlessness intrigued Prowl to no end as he lifted and deposited it gently atop his workspace.

"Remain still. I would not endanger you through haste or inattention," Prowl rumbled, settling back into analysis of security updates while one digit lazily spun circles around the tiny human, as captivated by its presence as it was by observing him.

Green makes her way over to the human flooping down on them as she cuddles into them, it nearly makes Prowl jealous seeing his pet taking to the human. “Traitor” he mumbles under his breath. 

They sit there watching him type away despite not knowing anything on the data pad. "What are you doing?" They ask this time, their hands scratch over Green's scales as the flyt rolls around enjoying the scratches. 

Prowl cycled a ventilation, reining in irritation at the interruption as he explained patiently, "I am reviewing security protocols and updating patrol schedules in the wake of recent events" He spoke more slowly than normal, modulating semantics for organic linguistic comprehension. "My task is to track down the traffickers, you werent the only illicit ‘goods’ they were smuggling and trying to sell, so now i need to review records" Prowl continued, turning the datapad to display glyphs, colors and schematics meaningless to the tiny being. 

"Can you understand any of this." His tone held not unkindness, the human shakes their head. Still, patience remained, digits type as Prowl sorts throught files, enjoying strange sensations of teaching another. For now, differences faded behind growing fascination with all things alien.

They shoot him a look. "So your like an alien space robo cop or something?" They ask as they continue watching him.

A surprised chuckle rumbled in Prowl's chassis at the creative interpretation. "In essence, yes," he replied, doorwings twitching amusement that such a primitive mind could comprehend his function, however crudely. 

"I spearhead security and enforcement for this district." His optics gleamed fondly down at both the human and Green. "In your terms, I suppose 'space robo cop' adequately translates my designation, despite lacking nuance." Amusement continued lacing his rumble, bemused by bizarre scenarios that brought an alien under his guard. 

 "So that's why your such a stuck up prick when grumpy, you need to drink some coffee" they giggle and it earns them a glare from him, he can tell they are trying to make him bite back but he's not going to fall for the bait this time.

Prowl cycled an irritated ventilation at the organic's impudent remarks, frame bristling with restrained offence. His engine revved a growl on the verge of rebuking tongue before biting it back harshly.

"Watch it petro-rabbit," he retorted icily, digits flicking them lightly. reflexively before easing at the tiny form's lack of fear. He pulls them closer to his chassis so he knows where they are, Green follows suit wanting cuddles from the human. 

"I require no 'coffee' to perform my duties with utmost skill and precision," Prowl continued, modulating the field carefully despite provoked ire. “christ Copbot chill out it was a joke” they state before settling back into watching him work. 

Prowl is rather content right in that moment, perhaps.. just perhaps he would let the human stick around, only because Green liked their company. 

[window-view-orion]

So, uh...we talking about this?

Moose toys website is just a wealth of information apparently!

Bearlinda and "Angelica" have the Shimmerverse description on their pages, same as the basic 4 Shimmerverse dolls (Marena 2, Faye 2, Catlyn, Pheona). However, Bearlinda's page title lists her as "S2 Doll Single Pack", so she may be a semi-standalone release like Flitta. Angelica is one I've not seen anyone talk about, unsure how long her page has been up, but she's referred to as "S2 Holiday Doll", and given she has extra accessories (wand and halo and possibly a full fabric dress?), she could very well be this year's equivalent to Wynter.

Nebula appears to have been renamed Flyt, and is a dragonfly (called it), Firensa is renamed Pippa and is a firehorse (?), and the second full size fashion doll Pixling is revealed with the name Skylar, and the price tag of SIXTY AMERICAN DOLLARS. SIXTY. SIX ZERO. Just slap me in the face why don't you? I suppose it makes sense given how ludicrously overpriced some of the Mixlings cauldrons are, but that price is borderline insulting.

...

Angelica is cute though.

[magical-girl-hideout]

Magic Mixies Season 2 Shimmerverse Galaxy Hair Dolls Checklist.

Pippa.

Flyt.

Deerlee.

[naturalswimmingspirit]

stinawollter

Vilken tur jag hade. Sälgenen vandrade vidare. Orädd, lekfull, lätt, fri och lycklig i vattnet. Så har jag en lekkamrat denna sommar och kommande. Snacka flyt, bokstavligen.

Foto: min dotter

[sloppjockey]

flyt / gouache painting on paper

[beemochi-art]

Omg prow has his lil Flyt in your au I’m so happy!!!

(I don’t know what a Flyt is…. BUT IMMA ASSUME U ARE TALKING ABOUT GREEN.)

YES! In forte-verse he does! Green gets away with most things. Just not eating Prowl’s husband.

[wyrm-with-a-why]

for requests, if you still want them, maybe Prowl with Green?

I am so obsessed over prowl having a pet pterodactyl and naming her green because she’s fucking green. I was so happy to draw this I love prowl and his pet flyt so much thank you for requesting :33333

Love getting requests🩷🩷