#trixie scribbles!

[kiturts]

leowhimsy

[jeeperssqueakers]

A little reminder before the month of April! Yippeee!

[mediumsizetex]

Big Balloon Adventure by Scribble-Potato

[multiicolor]

OK BUT CONSIDER: PONY-FYING ERNIE????

IVE BEEN CONSIDERING IT AND I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS DSBHFJBSDJF

don't rb unless you're the asker.

[weirdest-worlds]

Ma kids got to see da Eclipse :3

Trixie had to wear the glasses,

Scribble had to cover 2 of his eyes if he wanted to look at it, because they're weaker for some reason,

Rey us technically save, because he has the glitch screen covering his eyes,

Zero also had to wear glasses,

Lynx didn't have to... because, he doesn't really... have, retinas...

[ww-household]

What do you like to do for fun?

(I'm sorry, some are sideways...)

Transcript:

Lynx: Scribble really likes card tricks! I have a theory that he gambled at Casinos for Nightmare, but Trixie doesn't like me talking 'bout it.

Rey: Zero trains a lot with Cross. He get frustrated because he can't find a weapon...

Trixie: I hangout with Fresh a lot. He's a cool guy.

Zero: Rey has been really into coding, looking at Mettaton's from other AU's. Mom sends him outside to work, though. He accidentally blew up the bathroom.

Scribble: Lynx got his creativity from Mom. He's been doodling other AU's. Though... I'm having a theory that he can see the future...

Based off, some pieces...

[katz-cradle]

Twirixie Family

[Note; Apologies if this looks bad or the ships/stories are weird, these r just for funsies :3 ]

* all bases by SelenaEde on Deviantart - 1/2/3/4/5

This is part 1 of my mlp next gen kiddos, I'll probably just do the main six for now.

Meet Twilight & Trixie's kids; Duskshine, Star Shot, and Gatsby. More info on them in the read more :3

Twilight Sparkle (She/They); Twilight is the princess of friendship & principal of the School of Friendship, she's the same old book loving schedule obsessed Twilight they've always been. Twilight is pretty busy often being a princess and principal yet they still try to be there for her family, her and Trixie ended up falling in love after their friends set them up on a date and things just fell in line from there.

Trixie Lulamoon (She/Her); Trixie has cooled down in her theatric personality over the years (maybe it's Twilight rubbing off on her) though she's not the best with people still. She's been working as a late night preformer for her tricks & a part-time assistant for her wife when they need one. Trixie absolutely smothers her children in affection any chance she can and makes sure her children get only the best, though Twilight makes sure she's not completely spoiling them.

Duskshine (She/Her); Duskshine is the eldest of the three siblings and is the definition of a perfect daughter, she's a sweet friendly girl who's very generous to others. She tries her best to be the best person she can be and is definitely not pushing too much pressure on herself :]. Her talent is creating things with her magic.

Star Shot (She/Her); Star Shot is the middle child of the siblings, she's quite and reserved spending most of her time hidden away in her room doing her own things so she doesn't really have any friends or interactions with non family members. Her talent is astrology so she's very close to her auntie Luna, who was one of the people to make her get closer to a few pony's in town.

Gatsby (He/Him); Gatsby is the youngest of the siblings and is very talented for his age, sure he may not know how to control it yet nor have gotten his cutie mark but he has potential to be great.

@unidentifiable-body hehe I told u I'd tag u in all of these >:3 (unless u tell me 2 stop obviously)

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Private Dances [1]

Club!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info • series masterlist •

A/N: A MASSIVE HUGE THANK YOU TO THE WONDERFUL, AMAZING, STUNNING @lonelyisamyw-0love for not just being one of the kindest and best people ever, but also for tipping me on ko-fi! Here is a little gift for you 💚

(Also, I'm so sorry this became more than one part.)

Warnings: overuse of italics, sub!Blue, choking, biting, a little blood, hand job, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a dancer (but like Blue is getting his ass handed to him), swearing, badly proofread, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2680

________________________________

The best course of action was to stay out of his way, really. That had been your plan so far at least. 

Avoid his attention like Perseus circumvented Medusa’s glare. Keep your head down. Don’t make a fuss. Stay relatively quiet and blend into the background as much as possible. 

Being a back up dancer helped. All you had to do was make sure you kept in time with the other girls, make sure the spotlight was firmly pointed on the star. And far, far away from you. 

It had all been working out quite well. That was, of course, until tonight. 

Someone always brought Blue a nightcap (well, morningcap) in the early hours of Sunday. When the club had just closed for business. 

And that someone was always one of the dancers. Crystal did it most often, or Peach. Sometimes Trixie, or Songbird, or Sweetie Pie. They were the stars. They were the ones Blue wanted to… provide him with a service. 

So how it somehow fell upon you was madness. 

Peach and Trixie were otherwise engaged. Songbird was ill. Madam Gorski couldn’t find where the hell Sweetie Pie had disappeared off to after close (something you now wished you had thought of). And Crystal… well, she wasn’t in Blue’s good books at the moment. 

You were pretty sure that you had just had the unfortunate luck of being the first person Gorski had set eyes on.

You knocked on Blue’s office door, resisting the urge to use your shoe and actually going to the effort of balancing the tray in one hand. On the tray was a bottle of expensive whiskey and a glass with those fancy chilled stones in it instead of ice cubes. Though, why go to all this effort escaped you. You were almost certain that it was just for show, and besides Blue had a drinks cabinet in his office. 

You crept in slowly when he called out for you to enter. Half-heartedly hoping that maybe you could sneak in, leave the tray and get the hell out of there before he’d even realised you’d stepped inside. 

Blue sat at his desk, a small frown on his face as he scribbled in a ledger. Presumably checking the day's takings. 

That little spark of hope grew a fraction as he continued to ignore you as you walked quietly to the side table by the sofa and set the tray down, just as you’d been instructed to. Maybe sometimes he just wanted a drink. Maybe because you weren’t one of the stars you’d get out of here scot-free. 

You pause for half a second, nervously watching Blue as he keeps writing before you turn and take a step towards the door. 

“Sit.” 

Fuck.

You turn, swallowing down the anxiousness that threatens to close your throat. 

He’s still writing, staring intently at his papers. But he gestures when you don’t move straight away, pointing to the sofa but not looking up. “There.” 

You sit down quickly, perching on the edge as if the soft blue velvet would transform into teeth at any moment. 

He keeps working, the clock in the corner ticking away the seconds. You try to breathe steadily, to match your racing heartbeat to the gentle tick, tick, tick. It doesn’t work. 

Blue sighs, an unimpressed look on his face before he glances up, his dark eyes boring into you. 

The expression disappears instantly. Replaced with a subtle bemusement. A small smile pulls at the corners of his plush lips and he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly. 

You look away quickly. Choosing to stare ahead and focus on the ornate clock. 

Blue carefully puts his pen down and closes the ledger, you can see his movements out of the corner of your eye. The precision he purposefully injects into his actions as he savours the tension. 

“You’re new.” He says offhandedly, but it’s clear he expects a response. 

You shake your head, “No, erm, a few months.” Closer to six than two, but who was counting. 

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow at you as he leans his elbows on the desk. 

You nod.

“Huh,” he pauses for an unnecessary long time. “Strange, I would have thought I would have recognised you.” 

“I’m, I’m just a back up dancer.” You shake your head, shrugging a little as you tuck your hands under your legs to hide their shaking. 

“Now, now,” he tuts playfully, “back up dancers are important. It takes a lot of skill to work in a team like that.” He smiles, the expression viper like and poised to strike. 

You nod and stay quiet. 

Blue gets up slowly, just walking around to lean on his desk and crossing his arms. “Still… odd that Gorski didn’t recommend a pretty thing like you to me.” 

You swallow. The back ups were solely handed by Madam Gorski, while she jointly oversaw the main dancers with Blue. 

“I, erm, I don’t have the coordination.” You mutter. It’s a lie. And a bad one at that. 

“Hmm.” Blue nods, seeming to consider your words for a moment. “You do any private dances?” 

Private dances. What a fucking joke. 

“Not… currently.” You say carefully. You try your best not to look directly at him, keep your gaze on the clock or the floor.

He lets your answer hang in the air for a moment. “Why?” 

Fuck. “Madam Gorski said I’m not ready yet.” Not a complete lie. Not the whole truth either. 

“Virgin?” 

Your line of sight snaps up to him in surprise and you shake your head. 

He smiles again at you. “You sure?” 

You frown at the tease, despite how hard you’re trying to not provoke him. “Yeah.” 

His expression widens into a grin. “Could’ve fooled me with how skittish you’re being.” He moves slowly, coming to sit down next to you. He leans against the sofa, placing his arm over the back. You can feel his body heat radiating off him, even though there is a sliver of space between you. 

You swallow and say nothing, staring at the floor. Perhaps this would be so much easier if he wasn’t so upsettingly beautiful. 

He tuts again playfully and lightly touches your jaw, sitting up as he turns you to face him. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?” He looks you over with a quiet examination, like he was evaluating a painting.

“I think I’ll call you Bunny,” he tests the nickname on his tongue and nods. “Yeah, that suits you, my little skittish Bunny.” 

You frown, not liking the gleam in his eyes at all. But resist the urge to pull your face away from his hold.

He strokes your cheek absentmindedly, apparently not noticing your glare. “You know what you’re here for right?” He says softly, “what’s expected of you when you’re in my office?” 

You nod. And he smiles. 

“Sometimes it’s just a quick use of your mouth,” he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. “If I’m feeling tired or… satisfied with how the day’s gone.” 

He pauses, waiting to gauge your reaction. But you school your face into neutrality. Part of you expect his annoyance at this, but instead, that glow in his eyes brightens. 

“Sometimes I bend them over my desk until they’re a screaming, crying mess.” He runs the tip of his tongue over his lip. “Crystal likes that best, you should hear the sounds she makes, how she begs.” Despite the teasing nature of his tone, the word ‘Crystal’ still comes out harshly, barely veiled anger simmering just below the surface. 

You keep your face calm, force yourself to breathe slowly and steadily.

“What’s this?” Blue chuckles, “either my little Bunny is scared stiff, or she’s trying to be defiant?” 

Nothing, you give him nothing. 

He grins wickedly, almost giggling with glee. He shifts closer, his thigh brushing against yours. “Oh, defiance now is it? My little Bunny thinks she can be brave?” He teases, leaning closer still and lightly pinching at your jaw. “Silly thing,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your throat and you shiver. 

“I’ll make you beg.” He bites your neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to pull a yelp from your tongue. 

He chuckles and something in your soul just snaps. 

You move instinctively, not even thinking your actions through as you turn. The movement looks like you are going for a kiss, but instead, you sink your teeth into his bottom lip. 

He yelps in surprise, his eyes going wide for a second. He flinches back, but is cut short by your hand around his throat. 

There’s a bead of red on his lip when you pull back, bubbling up from the very centre until his tongue darts out and Blue groans, savering the iron spreading along his tastebuds. 

You squeeze his neck ever so slightly, just boarding on the side of discomfort and Blue moans again. His eyes roll back for just a second before he quickly closes them. His breathing stutters and he gasps, mouth agape as he presses closer to you. 

You swallow, your self-preservation seemingly coming back to you in an instant. 

That move had been stupid, so, so stupid. But here Blue was… seemingly enjoying it? Submitting to you? 

All the stories and warnings you’d heard, none of them ever mentioned Blue being anything but a sadist, a control freak who needed to have power over others. 

He whines again when you squeeze a little tighter. His hand has dropped from your face to your forearm, stroking your skin softly with his thumb. 

His eyes flutter open, hazy and desperate as he looks at you from under his lashes. 

You can’t help but think he looks better like this. Sweeter. 

Perhaps it’s panic, or just the need to not give up that fragment of power you have found, but you lean forward again, keeping your grip on his neck tight and kiss him. 

His whimper is musical as your lips touch his, as your tongue pilages his mouth and forces his surrender. He starts to kiss back a little forcefully, pushing his chest into yours and you squeeze his neck hard as you bite down on his lip once more. 

He yelps, eyes flying open as you pull back, his blood on your mouth. 

You keep your hold on him tight, nearly suffocating and he doesn’t fight back, doesn’t resist just gasps and mutters a hushed, “sorry.” 

The sincerity of it is puzzling. But it still sends a flush of heat to your stomach. 

He’s breathing hard, looking at you with large doe eyes. A dusting of pink to his cheeks. He tries to keep still, practically shaking as you look him over, appraising him like cattle bound for the slaughter. 

His cock presses painfully hard against his trousers. Your eyes linger on it for a moment, how it twitches under your gaze, how Blue’s breathing increases and his heartbeat flutters under your fingers. 

Oh, this is such a bad idea. But you can’t stop yourself. 

With your free left hand, you undo the first three buttons of his shirt and pull his tie just enough that it’s hanging loose and out of your way. Then you push him back by his neck, forcing his shoulder blades against the sofa. 

He moves easily, following your command and letting out a little grunt of air as you squeeze a fraction tighter. He closes his eyes again as you kiss the nape of his neck and shoulder, just below where your fingers press. Moans loudly when your kisses turn into bites. 

“I, ah, please!” His throat bobbs under you, his hips buck upwards uncontrollably, trying to chase a friction that isn’t there.  

You growl, moving your mouth close to his ear, “shut the fuck up,” you bite a little harshly on his earlobe and can’t help the satisfaction that rages in you when he whines so prettily. 

“S-sorry,” he breathes, eyes closed tightly, tears starting to build in the corners as the sensations start to bubble over and overwhelm his every thought. 

He squirms under you as you continue to bite and suck at his neck, breaking and bruising the skin. You squeeze his neck tighter in warning every time he moves just a little too much. 

Slowly, you inch your left hand down, the angle is a little awkward, but you manage it, and pop open his trouser button before unzipping his fly. 

He whimpers again as the pressure on his cock eases, the sound turning into a high-pitched sigh as you take him in hand and pull him free of his underwear. 

“Please, fuck, please, please,” he rocks his hips up, needing the warmth of your hand, needing you to touch him so, so badly. 

But you let go the second he bucks and Blue sobs. 

You squeeze his neck hard again and he shudders. “You’re such a little bitch, you know that? Can’t even fucking control yourself and I’ve barely done anything.” You hiss into his ear. 

He moans. He knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this. Shouldn’t be rock hard and leaking and needing anything you’d give him. He should be taking. He should be in control. He should-

You squeeze the base of his cock and neck at the same time and all thoughts fly out of his head. 

You let go of his dick and hold your hand up to his face. You slap him lightly when he keeps his eyes shut. 

He whimpers in surprise. 

“Spit.” You order.

For a second he stares at you in confusion, but panics the moment you frown and quickly spits into your palm.

“Again.” 

He follows your command. 

“Again.” 

He swirls his tongue around his mouth, summoning as much salvia as he can in hopes of pleasing you. 

You don’t praise him, but you don’t ask for more. 

He whines as you take him roughly in your hand, pumping him hard and fast and not giving him a second to adjust to the sudden onslaught. His back arches, eyes fluttering closed for a second as he moans loudly, whimpering and biting at his bloody bottom lip. 

Little breathless sighs of ‘please’, echo from his chest with every thrust. 

You keep a firm hand on his neck as you work him over, hampering his movements and keeping him in place. 

To your surprise, he doesn’t even try to fight your hold at all. Let’s you press him further into the back of the sofa as your hand glides over his velvet soft skin. 

Heat starts to tighten in his stomach, twist in the base of his cock and he sobs out in pleasure. “Please, I, please kiss me,” he whines so desperately, so needily as if he would fall apart if you refused him. 

You move forward, keeping up your pace and squeezing his neck tightly as you press your lips to his. 

He whimpers into your mouth, tears leaking down his cheeks and smudging his makeup. He grabs hold of your cheek hastily, but softly, stroking your skin as if you were made of fragile china. 

His hips buck as he chases his high, licking into your mouth and kissing you for all he’s worth. 

He comes with a sharp cry, spilling himself over his shirt and your hand. 

You pump him slowly, enjoying his little after shocks and spaced out expression before you stop and pull your lips away from his, move your hand from his neck. 

Blue breaths deeply, his head foggy and mind swimming. His thoughts don’t quite make sense, don’t fall into order the way he’s used to. He can’t remember when he’s come so hard. 

Nerves sneak back into your stomach, twisting your intestines. You swallow and wipe his cum from your fingers and hand onto his thigh before you stand quickly, breathing hard. 

You leave the room quickly before he can string a coherent thought together and head back to your room. 

You ignore the roaring heat in your stomach and the ache between your legs.

____________________________________

Thank you for reading!

@pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @cocodiem @oscarisaacsspit @whatthefishh @mbakubabe @romanarose @saturn-rings-writes @boredzillenial @lonelyisamyw-0love @queerponcho @pimosworld @melodygatesauthor @steven-grants-world  @eyelessfaces @angel-of-the-moons @minigirl87 @queerponcho @lunar-ghoulie @dumdaradumdaradum @plastichearts @silver-night-m @autismsupermusicalassassin @apesarecuul @reallyrallyauthor @basicalyrandom

If you'd like to be taken off the tag list please let me know here

[tokimeki167]

Mlp next-gen bc yes‼️‼️

Name: Meadow Dawn (Mia)

Age: 23 years

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Personality: intelligent, optimistic, amiablee, analytical, socially awkward and passionate.

Parents: Twilight Sparkle x Fluttershy

Name: Miss AppleKnit

Ages: 22 years

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Personality: truthful, hardworking, patient, caring and creative.

Parents: Apple Jack x Rarity

Name: Sunny Confection

Ages: 21 years

Gender: Female (She/her)

Personality: Hyperactive, cheerful, caring, playful, bubbly, sweet and whimsical.

Parents: Rainbow Dash x Pinkie Pie

Name: Magical Swift (Magiswift)

Ages: 25 years

Gender: Trans femme (She/They)

Personality: generous, adaptable to magic, bright, charming and can get emotional on small things.

Parents: Trixies Lulamoon x Starlight Glimmer

Name: Chaotic Aiden (Aiden)

Ages: 24 years

Gender: male (He/Him)

Personality: cowardly, impatient, sassy, and prankster, but he can be empathic, helpful, caring, and gentle heart.

Parents: Discord x Fluttershy

Name: Inkies Scribble Dash (Inky Dash)

Ages: 24 years

Gender: Non-Binary (He/They)

Personality: stoic, aloof, introverted, calm, reserved, not much of a talker, serious, fearless, protective, artistic, dept of through and creative.

Parents: Rainbow Dash x Pinkie Pie

[best--dress]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me today, @monbons!

I'm still scribbling away on my COBB fic. Last night I spent a few hours updating my playlist and figuring out which scenes I still need to write for chapter 2. Bouncing back and forth between "this is so good" and "literally no one except me wants to read this." Oh, and I squeezed in another Twilight joke.

Tags and a potentially intriguing bit of Penny and Simon under the cut:

“So you and Agatha are…?” I look up from my plate of scones. Penny is peering at me through her cat-eye glasses. She looks a bit like she wishes she hadn’t said anything. “Friends, I reckon,” I say. I pick up a scone. “You’re not – I mean, you’re not – You would’ve told me first – right?” “Pen, I have no idea what you’re on about.” “You’re not – dating?” “Christ! No! What gave you that idea?” “Oh. Well. I didn’t think so.” “Why would you even think that, Penelope?” “Well, Trixie – I know, I know, Si – but Trixie just told me that Philippa Stainton said something to her – and isn’t she Agatha’s roommate? So, I didn’t think – but then, what if Agatha’s roommate knew something I didn’t?” “There’s nothing to know…” “Well, and thank goodness. You and Agatha have no chemistry.” I whack her on the arm and she cracks up.

love ya @mooncello, @iamamythologicalcreature, @facewithoutheart, @thewholelemon, @ileadacharmedlife, @martsonmars, @youarenevertooold, @rimeswithpurple, @that-disabled-princess, @aristocratic-otter, @alexalexinii, @cutestkilla, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @artsyunderstudy, @onepintobean, @emeryhall, @arthurkko, @ivelovedhimthroughworse

[kiturts]

ive had this idea simmering in my brain for a while

[jeeperssqueakers]

Listening to Prison of Plastic again and doodled a Trixie

[mediumsizetex]

Hug Ending by Scribble-Potato

[sporesgalaxy]

do you have any tips on like personal worldbuilding in mlp? I've been kind of going back and forth for years especially for my sona's species and just not gotten anywhere w it

I'm not sure I know exactly what you mean by personal worldbuilding? I'll tell you all the reasoning behind my ponysona and hopefully that helps!

•••

My ponysona is a unicorn (or magic-using fairy, sometimes) because I think that having telekinesis would pair nicely with my particular neruoses. Theres an implication in fim that unicorns feel a societal expectation to be adept at using magic, and I think that lines up nicely with my experience with social pressure as a "gifted kid."

Likewise, earth ponies seem to be expected to take up a craft or trade, and pegasi to be athletic. Obviously this doesnt mean everypony lives up to these expectations, but ponies seem insecure when they dont live up to those expectations (i.e. Trixie, Fluttershy), implying there is some level of communal pressure to live up to them, however well-intentioned or slight.

I gave up on trying to come up with a cutie mark when I was younger, because I didnt feel strongly that I knew what I was meant to do. I think I wouldve been a late bloomer in this regard. The cutie mark I ended up giving myself is extremely vague, because I've realized that my life calling isn't very specific :)

I deeply love learning about organic systems and how they interrelate and effect each other-- biology, yes, but also culture and sociology! So my cutie mark is an organic shape in an organic green color (maybe a bacteria, or a flower?) with a spiral in the center that builds itself into a bumpy shape :) AND I like ART so it ALSO represents a cute little scribbly-- I make art for the sake of it, not because I have a specific subject matter I love! And I love making art because there is always something new to learn and I'm always building off of my experiences.....so spiral!!!!!!! yuippee!!!!!!

Obviously this is a ridiculously overthought cutie mark, which is perfect for me but dont feel obligated to make it this complicated XD

final rule HAVE FUN AND BE URSELF u can always change it later :)

[weirdest-worlds]

Here he is!!!!!! (@theforgottencrow)

Prince Scribble, Prince of Art and Writer's Block.

He goes my he/him pronouns, thought he is gender fluid. Since he's made of scribbles, and also had ecto, he can basically be whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

Be afraid.

More lore and bits underneath! I put a lot of work into this guy...

Scribble is made off the negative emotions, thoughts, and art from Creators. Have you ever hated a piece of work, or erased a line so much? Ever write negative things because you can't come up with anything else? That's this guy.

He started off as a small mass in an unknown AU, but eventually grew into a boi. To try and maintain his energy and negativity, Dream took him in to try and teach him good. Blue and Ink thought this was a bad idea. So, it basically became an abusive family dynamic.

Dream tried to protect him, but Blue would always be weary of him. Ink, didn't really care. He'd sometimes side with Blue or Dream. After a while, when Scribble was somewhat old enough, Dream left him in an empty AU.

Scribble felt betrayed. Nightmare sensed this, and came to see what was going on. He took Scribble under his wing, say he was bound for greater things then what Dream could imagine.

He's somewhat part of Nightmare's group. Nightmare views him as a son, and treats him as such.

Relationships:

Killer - Scribble wasn't found of him at first, but grew to like Killer. They get into mischief together, pranking the others on rare occasions, but mostly just messing with each other.

Nightmare - As said, they have a father-and-son kind of bond

Cross - Scribble never really liked Cross. There's the rare moment they may get along, but Cross thought of Scribble as some spoiled kid, and Scribble thought of Cross as an isolated self-proclaimed warrior.

Horror - Horror has a bit of a soft spot for Scribble, knowing his background. He leaves food outside his room door when he doesn't eat with the others. But, other then that, they dont interact a whole lot.

Dust - Dust and Scribble have a mutual feeling for each other, they just don't hang around much. Usually, where Scribble is, Killer is close to follow.

Design purposes:

The tips of his bottom tentacles are white, and work to take the colour or creativity out of things, like reverting drawings to a blank canvas.

He has a moon necklace, which was a gift from Nightmare. It's supposed to show Scribble he can trust the King of Negativity. But, Scribble is a bit skeptical sometimes.

His tentacles are quite literally made of scribbles, hence the design

He has cracks along his body, thanks to the positive energy from Creators. Some days are better then other, but the cracks shown in the drawing are permanent ones. He wears those wrist bands and belt ro help keep himself together on bad days.

Sibling relationships:

Zero - Scribble is pretty fond of Zero. They get along well, and hangout together when no one else is in the house. Mostly listening to music.

Rey - They get along sometimes, but Scribble was never fully fond of Rey.

Lynx - Scribble loves Lynx like a younger sibling. They spend a lot of time together, mostly of Lynx just rambling on, and Scribble listening

Trixie - If they didn't look so different, you'd assume they were twins. Scribble and Trixie are always hanging out and chatting, being the oldest of the bunch.

[teddysterk]

Chloe Decker Tickle Headcannons

(Credit to the gif owner!)

(This isn’t a request but I have been OBSESSED with the characters as I was watching Lucifer! I just had to make headcannons :3 oh also sorry if they aren’t the best I have only seen one season of the show also this is my second ever official headcannon post! ❤️)

Ler

Can we start with the fact that that woman is a mom and a detective? She has motherly tickle experience from Trixie!

Fighting crime all day makes her tough and strong! She can pin you if need be.

She loves little tickle fights or play-wrestling with someone and then getting them with tickles! >:3

Also, you can’t tell me that she doesn’t growl when she's the ler! 🫣

Chloe is the master at tickle hugs! If you two get into a silly argument and she forgives you with a hug, watch your back! I mean, literally, watch your back. She will scribble her nails all over your back, sides, and hips!

Back on the growling thing, if play-fighting in a tickle hug or trapped in cuddle tickles, she will growl into your neck or tummy while she noms and nuzzles.

Oh, and don’t even think about getting into a chase with her. She will catch you!

She will pretend to be grumpy, but that fades quickly into a teasy, happy smile.

Her favorite lees are Dan, Lucifer, and Trixie! Oh, and of course, Y/N.

If you work with her, expect lots of pokes and pinches throughout the case! And if it’s a tough case, she will do some tickly cuddles and takeout for the two of you to relax.

If you're in a Lee mood, she can tell! She’s super intelligent and a detective (and a total ler). She will sniff out your lee mood so quickly that it’s like she has a lee mood radar. 👀

Also, my god, this girl can tease! I mean, have you seen her banter with Lucifer?

She will use your words against you and make you so blushy. Anything you say will be used against you!

Also, she doesn’t always have her hair down, but if she does, she might “accidentally” let it drag over your tickle spots.

Chloe is also very loving! If you two are close enough, she will do lots of tickly nuzzles, kisses, raspberries, etc. 🥰

Lee

I think Chloe is more ler than lee, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t ticklish.

Chloe’s tickle spots are hips, neck, feet, wrists, and underarms.

Her main lers are Lucifer and Dan!

This girl is a fighter plus she also has some trust issues, so you rarely get lee Chloe, but it's possible.

If you're someone she trusts, you may see it! Just make sure you're ready to pin her down because if you don’t, you could get kicked. (Dan learned that one when they were dating)

Sneaking up behind her is a terrible idea unless you get her hips. If you do get her hips, she will double over, but if you don't, well let’s say Lucifer got a black eye one time 😅😂

She definitely will try to tickle or tease her ler back. Lee!Chloe happens most often in tickle fights!

She does have some other tickle spots but they are less tickly and more relaxing like her back and arms!

This girl loves those relaxing back and arm tickles while snuggling or when she’s stressed from work. ❤️

(Thank you to @the-gingerbread-lee for editing!)