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goldenamaranthe-blog · 8 months ago
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Protector AU idea
Charlie and Vaggie taking a nap after all the running around together. Lucifer comes to check in on them and they are cuddling while asleep and Vaggie has her wings covering Charlie and Charlie has her tail wrapped around Vaggie. Lucifer has to stop from squealing them awake. It’s the first picture for an album of the two
Hi, silencetheloudsound!
Well.... now comes part 2....
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Protector 2: First Night
Lucifer: *carrying two very tired little girls on his hips as he makes his way to Charlie's room and the connected room adjacent to it* I didn't ask to be a single dad. Much less a single dad of two. The next time I see that fat f- udger, I'm gonna throttle him.
Charlie: *nuzzles into Lucifer's shoulder* Daddy... too noisy.... seepy time now....
Vaggie: *passed out over Lucifer's shoulder after being chased by a toddler demon princess with unadulterated crackhead energy for three hours* zzz..... zzz... zzz....
Lucifer: *shoulders open the guest bedroom and sets Vaggie down on the bed, tucking her in with one hand* There. Your brand new bedroom, and it's right next door to Charlie's.
Charlie: *blinks blearily* Daddy, won't she be scared when she wakes up? This is a new place.
Lucifer: I'm sure she'll be fine, sweetie. Now, let's get you to bed.
Later
Vaggie: *wakes up groggily and freezes as she takes in her surroundings. Tears prick at her eyes and a scared whimper escapes her lips*
Charlie: *still awake and reading a fairytale book* Hm? Razzle, Dazzle, did you hear that?
Razzle: Baa! *points to the door leading to Vaggie's room*
Dazzle: Baap! *scrapes the door with his hoof*
Charlie: *worried eyes as she stumbles out of bed and toddles over to the door, opening it a crack and seeing Vaggie hugging her knees in her bed* Vaggie?
Vaggie: *jumps and turns to Charlie., wiping her eyes* P-Princess! W-What are you d-doing here? Is there danger?
Charlie: *climbes up into Vaggie's bed* I heard you crying. What's wrong?
Vaggie: *blushes at being caught* The room.... scared me....
Charlie: What? How did the room scare you?
Vaggie: *pokes her fingers together* I'm not used to having a room to myself.... it's so empty.... lonely...
Charlie: Lonely...... *grabs Vaggie's hands* You can come sleep with me!
Vaggie: W-WHAT?!?!?!
Charlie: Yeah! You won't be lonely anymore! Razzle, Dazzle, and I will be with you! *pulls Vaggie off the bed and drags her to her room* Come on!
Vaggie: What!? Princess, I don't think this is a good idea. I'm just your guardian. I shouldn't be- yipe! *gets literally tossed up into the bed*
Charlie: *scrambles onto the bed and covers them both in her fluffy comforter, dragging Vaggie down so they're cuddling face to face as Razzle snuggles into her and Dazzle snuggles into Vaggie* Better?~
Vaggie: *blushing harder* .........Y-Yeah........
Charlie: Good! *yawns* Goodnight, Vaggie.
Vaggie: ........Goodnight, Princess.....
Next Morning
Lucifer: *opens the door quietly* Charlie, it's time to wake up- OH!!!
Charlie and Vaggie are still cuddled together on the bed. Charlie's tail is wrapped delicately around Vaggie's waist while Vaggie's wing is covering them like a blanket.
Lucifer: *teary puppy eyes as he snaps a million pictures*
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canary3d-obsessed · 1 year ago
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The Adventures of Paperman
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matan4il · 8 months ago
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Literal babies! ^u^
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katiecraftsstuff · 3 months ago
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Mao mao and Adorabat, toys I made for a friend's daughter, as she couldn't find soft plushies to cuddle with.
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more-better-words · 20 days ago
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Thanks to @deadheaddaisy (as usual 😆) for the brain tingle.
Look away if you are offended by weapons-grade fluff.
“And who is this one from?” Karveth asked. He had appointed himself Accountant of the Wedding Gifts, and appeared to be enjoying the unwrapping and sorting, though he had not hidden his disappointment at the lack of bladed weaponry among the presents. Rosa Nguyen and Commanders Reed and Sato had come through for him on that front, at least.
“Angela,” Monica said, reading the card. “Oh, it's a book.” She ripped the wrapping paper, looked at the cover, and squealed with delight. “Oh my God, how cute!”
Karveth peered dubiously at her, distrusting any gift that might be deemed ‘cute'. She extended the open book towards him, and he took it, head tilted, gazing at its contents.
It was an art book, each page a different image of the same human woman in a variety of poses and activities. She had a cheerful face and curly hair that was only slightly lighter in shade than Monica's. But the real attraction was her lush, curvaceous figure, only barely covered by clothing or any other concealment in any given picture. He flipped through the pages, and realized he liked what he was seeing quite a lot.
Monica smiled at his intrigued expression and intent antennae. “Her name's Hilda,” she said. “She's not a real person – she’s a pinup. It's an art style from the early 20th century. A lot of pinup art could be really objectifying and kind of awful, but Hilda's just… having a good time. Angela's always said she reminds her of me.”
“I can see that,” he said, arrested by a particular image of Hilda wearing a sort of red thermal jumpsuit, unbuttoned to her navel, framing the fullness of her breasts. He looked up at Monica. “Not merely the physical resemblance, though. You're right - she's having a good time. Like you do.” She smiled, her cheeks growing pink, and he turned the page. There Hilda lay sleeping on a blanket, a carefully positioned book and strands of flowers across her breasts and hips her only adornment. “Though I feel this is also illuminating something about myself I had not previously considered.”
“What’s that?”
“I appear to have a type.”
Her blush brightened. “Like your pinkskin girls with a little shape to them?” she teased.
He smiled at her, his pinkskin girl with plenty of shape. “Very, very much.” Setting aside the book, he reached for her, pulling her into his lap. She yelped with happy surprise, and settled her cheek against his shoulder.
“So you’re saying this was a good present for both of us?”
He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the way her soft curves fitted against him. “An excellent present,” he agreed.
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geckosofjustice · 23 days ago
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Another adorable gecko! My favorite actually!! She has so much personality!!?!?
It's like the weirdest coolest shit ever.
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cadencewishes · 1 month ago
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baby, I'm the new psycho ♡
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i-am-randomtrash00 · 1 year ago
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Chonky little boy.
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mozart-the-meerkitten · 1 year ago
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I love having newborn kittens again because it's like:
Maraly: *moves one inch*
*chorus of distressed and indignant kitten squeaks*
my heart: *explodes from cuteness*
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former-sokovian · 1 month ago
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*snuggs*
Um hi…? *awkwardly pats*
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septembersghost · 1 year ago
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https://64.media.tumblr.com/ce23d50baeeaef003d3f89727ac450c1/6378d4a54ddbdc80-03/s1280x1920/1996d501f88963f99d4e1b2cc546601b02f0b9b1.jpg why is this the cutest goddamn thing 😭
photos of elvis and animals, purest genre, softest thing on this chaotic earth, heals my weary heart
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goldenamaranthe-blog · 1 year ago
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Nerd book Blake and Basquet Player Yang
Yang: Come on! You got this!
Blake: (holding a basketball awkwardly) There's no way I can make this.
Yang: (takes of warmup jacket, revealing a tank top underneath) I'll tell you what. If you make the shot, I'll leave you alone for the rest of the school year.
Blake: (cocks eyebrow) And if I miss?
Yang: Not a thing.
Blake: Alright. Bet.
Yang: (snorts) Blake, leave the slang to the pros.
Blake: (lines up and shoots the ball)
Ball swooshes into the net.
Blake: Oh my God! I did it! Haha! Yang, did you see that?!
Yang: (trying not to be sad) Way to go, Blake! You did it! Guess I'll have to make good on that promise.
Blake: (fidgets with her fingers) ......Actually, I think it might have missed.
Yang: (blinks) What? Blake, are you kidding? That was nothing but net.
Blake: (walks up to Yang and places her hands on her shoulders) Yang, I didn't see it go in.
Yang: (blushes) O-Oh! Um.... guess I didn't either.
Blake: Now you're getting it. (Pushes up on her tiptoes and gives Yang a kiss)
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lilcottoncandyheart · 7 months ago
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Summertime beach cafe aesthetic 🐳💕💕💓💓💓💓
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jason-funderberker · 9 months ago
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SnAiL!?!?!?!!
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merlinsbudgiesmugglers · 2 years ago
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Two Dancing Princesses
Day 2 @fluffbruary prompt: Memory
A moment between Bill and Ginny during a wedding.
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The party was in full swing. Drinks had been flowing all night helping even the shyest of guests find the courage to join the dance floor and more than one couple had snuck away into the night, giggling from the heady combination of too much champagne and the romance of the day.
The cool night air was a welcome relief after the heat under the marquee, the music and laughter giving way to chirping crickets as he moved across the garden. When he turned back to the party, he could see Victoire dancing with Harry, her bare feet resting on top of his shoes while they shuffled around the dance floor. She beamed up at him, giggling when Harry lifted their joined hands for her to spin under. 
‘Remember when you used to dance like that with me?’
Turning, he found Ginny making her way back from the house. Her hair was falling out of the complicated style Fleur had swept it into that morning, and her white dress shone in the moonlight. Bill wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tucking her against his side like he’d always done.
‘When you were four and Mum read you that book–’
‘The Twelve Dancing Princesses.’ She said.
‘That’s it.’ 
She’d spent weeks dancing around the Burrow, wearing the crown Charlie made her out of an old container, covered in bright ribbons that Dad had charmed to change colour. Trying to convince each of her brothers to be her prince with the invisibility cloak who followed her to the ball to dance the night away. 
Bill had spent countless hours letting her stand on his toes,  twirling her around to make her giggle. His ‘invisibility cloak’, a blanket that normally lived on the back of the couch, tied around his neck.
And here they were at her wedding. Bill couldn’t be happier for her, after everything she and Harry had been through, here they were, building their lives together. He could hardly believe that the elegant woman beside him was the same little girl with wild hair and eternally scraped knees.
Where had the time gone?
‘Come on,’ he said, turning and holding his hand out to her, ‘let’s go show them how it’s really done.’
Ginny laughed happily and placed her hand in his with a mischievous look just like the one she always had when she was little. ‘Let’s do it.’
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I've had this headcanon for a looong time, mostly because I have a fairytale book that was given to me when I was five, and my favourite story, The Twelve Dancing Princesses, had an invisibility cloak and a dark-haired hero. So of course I decided that it was also Ginny's favourite fairytale.
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