#flower hat ducky

[paper-swirls]

Sometimes things don't quite make it out of the kiln in one piece... Don't worry though, this little one went to a good home!

[1luckyrubberducky]

This u?

It me, can confirm.

I use flowerbs to cover my bad hair days

[rosiecoincoin]

I love hats!

[russellsppttemplates]

Hiii i love your work, for blurb night I was wondering if you could write something about babysitting someone’s kids with one of the drivers and someone in public mistakes you for parents bc they are unaware of you the driver is and you guys look like a cute family. It’s okay if not. Thank you in advance !!!!

Note: I have the biggest baby fever right now and I saw many cute videos that had Lando with kids, and I can't stop thinking about them, but since I have written a lot for him today, I'm doing Charles. For the plot of this, I gave him a niece, so let's pretend Charlotte and Lorenzo had a kid!

"Don't you look cute in that hat, Céline?", you cooed as you made sure it covered her head properly and that is wasn't too tight around her neck.

Charlotte and Lorenzo once joked about how the ideal Christmas present for them would be someone willing to look after their daughter for a few days as they took the time to have a little trip to enjoy just the two of them. You and Charles, however, weren't joking when you said you'd happily take Céline for the week while they recharged their batteries. Today, since it was sunny, you and Charles decided it would be nice to go to the park.

"Let's go, then!", Charles cheered, pulling the stroller closer to you so you could strap her in safely before you left your place.

"We are going to see the duckies - do you like duckies, Céline? And we can just sit in there and make some flowers bracelets, too, auntie Y/N will teach us", Charles spoke as you walked to the park, a few people noticing him but thankfully not making a big scene out of it.

"I keep thinking about the ice cream parlour, hopefully they gave my favourite", you admitted, kissing his cheek, "but the duckies are a great selling point, too", you winked.

You had been sitting near the benches for a little while, flower chain bracelets already done as Céline started getting hungry, "how about I go get your ice cream and you start on her yogurt?", Charles suggested, kissing the top of your head and tickling the little girl's tummy before heading to the shop.

"That was a big one, baby girl!", you cooed as Céline ate all of the yogurt on the spoon, cleaning the remnants on her lips with the spoon before going back in on the pot when you were interrupted, "I'm sorry, dear", a female voice called.

Turning around, you saw a beautiful older woman, you guessed around her seventies, "this fell from your husband's pocket, and I bet your daughter would miss it soon", she said as she handed you the small stuffed toy Céline loved so much.

"Thank you so much, neither of us noticed and she would have made a fuss if we didn't have it back home", you smiled, "but we're not-", you were interrupted again by Céline's squeal when she saw Charles come back.

"Here's your ice cream, amour", Charles said as the lady smiled, "I was just bringing your daughter's toy back - it slipped from your pocket", she explained, sensing Charles' curiosity about her presence.

"Merci - can you say Merci, Céline?", he tried as the little girl babbled something that resembled the word.

"Enjoy them when they're this young, times truly flies by! You have such a beautiful family", she complimented before waving the three of you goodbye, joining who you presumed was her husband as they walked out of the park hand in hand.

"I tried correcting her but then you showed up", you said, "we are family, though", Charles reasoned, taking a spoonful of your ice-cream, "but I know what you mean. She's not wrong though, we look like a cute little family", he smiled.

"One day", you smiled, "one day, amour, we're going to have a little one of our own to squish a fill with love, won't we Céline? Do you want little cousins to play with?", he said as he took her into his lap, boucing her on his knee as she giggled loudly.

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[lethalchiralium]

Ducks | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

a/n: listen… i don’t have to explain anything. i think we all are onboard with great dad simon

warnings: vague mentions of simon’s trauma, mentions of you (you’re not really in this one), winnie and mellie being cute kids because i said so, mentions of miscarriage but he’s explaining it in a good way to winnie, mentions of medicine

summary: It’s hot in England, so it’s time to pull out the plastic kiddie pool and dip toes in the frighteningly cold water. Winnie finds a new friend.

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“She can be Duckling too!”

Winnie pushed the little ducks in her plastic kiddie pool around, making them tap Simon’s leg that was in the water. He looked down at the little mini you in between his calves, sitting against the very small wall of the little pool and admiring the little octopus in her hand.

The sun was beaming down and even with the windows open, Simon was sweating up a storm. What better idea than to take out the foot tall kiddie pool, fill it with water and toys so he and his girls can stay cool? Even though he wouldn’t be sitting on a chair next to the pool with his feet in the water, he still had his dark blue swim trunks on and a white t-shirt, sunglasses on his eyes but his gaze never left the water. Even a moment’s look away can kill, he knew it was able to happen.

Winnie was sat in her light green swimsuit with her hair messily done up, Simon had pulled it into a little high ponytail but there were strands poking out from the top. The curls she got from her mom always gave Simon a little tug on his heart - if he could tell Winnie’s mom one thing right now, it would be that her daughter was happy.

Mellie cooed from her snug seat between Simon’s feet, little hands splashing down her smaller toys into the water.

“Or Duckie.” Winnie suggested. “I like Duckie, Melsie can be Duckie.”

“What if I like a different nickname?” Simon asked, leaning forwards to adjust Mellie’s mini boonie hat, purple with flowers, to make sure the sun didn’t hurt her little face. He almost heard his mum in his head, reminding him that all children need sunscreen, even babies!

Winnie hummed a little, splashing down one of her bigger yellow rubber ducks, the water spraying on Mellie. “I like Duckie.” The baby giggled, splashing her own duck back at her sister. The older girl smiled wide. Simon glanced up at the sky before back down to his daughters, deciding to grab the sunscreen stick beside his chair. He uncapped it, holding a hand out for Winnie. “C’mere, little love.”

The five year old glared at her father, almost grumbling as she stood out of the now lukewarm water, moving out of it so he was able to reach her. Her little hand was so small compared to his huge bear paw of a hand, yet he held hers with care as he began to smear sunscreen on her little face. Her nose scrunched, eyebrows furrowed as she complained, “I’m fine, Daddy!”

A stripe of sunscreen down her nose almost made Winnie stomp her foot if it wasn’t for Mellie giggling. The big sister was now distracted as she peered around Simon’s legs to see what the baby was doing, he wiped the sunscreen stick on every showing part of skin on his daughter, knowing that his mother would come from the grave to kill him if he didn’t. “Melsie!” Winnie squealed, a smile on her face, he could feel the baby’s head hit his leg to look for her big sister.

His nose twitched as he recognized how he thought of his mother more now, and not in the way he used to. He used to dream about her tears, her arms shielding him from his father, her hands settled on his face to tell him that it’s okay. Now, it was like she was making her presence known by forcing him to think about her again.

Simon Riley wanted his mother and brother to meet the little girls playing in the water in his backyard, wanted his mother to have been here while you were pregnant with Mellie. He wanted his mother here to hold him one last time, and tell him that he was doing this right - because he was flying blind.

As soon as the last swipe of sunscreen went to Winnie’s hand, she tugged herself from his grasp and got back into the pool, purposefully sitting in front of her sister in the water. She began to pull her bigger plastic dolls and rubber ducks towards Mellie, a smile on her little face. The toy haul was short-lived when Simon pulled Mellie up and out of the water, settling her on his lap so he could see her face. The baby scrunched her nose just like her sister did, all he had to do was swipe the sunscreen on her feet, hands and face since her swimsuit covered the rest of her little body. He was a little more gentle with Mellie, holding her back as she shook her head, trying to escape the sunscreen. She let out a little huff, eyes that matched his stared at him with an intensity like his own. He was happy that Winnie didn’t stare as a baby, but Mellie stares like he does when he’s on deployment - like the person on the receiving end is going to die.

Please tell me there’s a way to make babies forget how to stare.

White streaks on Mellie’s skin meant she would be protected from the sun for at least another couple hours or so, he made sure to get her little chubby chin. The baby squealed a little, her hands always trying to grab for the sunscreen yet failing.

“Well, Wins, you call her Melsie,” The baby in question cooed at the nickname as Simon looked to his oldest daughter. “Why do you want her to have another nickname?”

“For you, Daddy!” Winnie smiled, brown eyes warm in the sunshine. He capped the sunscreen stick, tossing it to the ground before moving Mellie to have her actually sit on his lap, her back against his stomach. The baby began to kick out her legs, whining as he kept his hand on her belly, keeping her secure to his body.

Winnie pulled out a small duck from the pool, holding it up and towards Mellie, who cooed and reached for it. “Melsie’s mine, but I’m Duckling too! She can be Duckie or something, what do you want to call her?” Winnie looked up to her dad as her sister took the duck in her hand, curiously inspecting it. “She can be Duckie.”

“I like Bug.” He said, a smile on his face while Winnie lit up - her smile even wider.

“Buggie!” She declared, moving away from him and out of the pool, beginning to run around the small grass backyard.

Simon’s attention went to Mellie, who was now looking up at him and squinting. “Hi, Bug.” The baby babbled, lifting up her duck towards his face. He then picked her up again, moving down and placing her in the water in between his feet again. She kicked out her legs, splashing the water and giggling. She threw the duck down into the water, letting the water spray out of the little pool.

“Daddy!” Called Winnie, his head snapped up and whipped to his left, scanning the small yard for Winnie - his eyes widened.

Winnie stood by the little yellow shed, a wide smile on her face as she held up what looked like a kitten.

“Only my kid,” He mumbled to himself before picking Mellie up - who protested by screeching in annoyance - and placing her against his chest, water dripped down his shirt as he stood. “Winnie, put it down.”

“It’s a cat!” She exclaimed, the little thing squirmed in her harsh grasp. “Daddy, it’s a cat!”

“I can see that.” He answered, stalking towards his oldest daughter. He was not a fan of pets, definitely ones that his daughter probably scooped up out of the garden. “Put it down.”

Winnie’s nose scrunched again as she pulled the kitten back into her chest, the little thing barely even moved. “No.”

Simon almost stopped walking towards her, eyebrows furrowed. She had never defied him before, and he sure as Hell was not going to make a scene because he knew that if she cried, it would be over for him. He’s break instantly and do whatever she wanted. He took in a small breath through his nose. “Winnie, you need to put it down. It’s dirty.”

“She’s sick, Daddy.” Winnie mumbled, looking down at the ground as he finally reached her. He kneeled in front of her, she looked away. He could clearly see the kitten now, it was small and dirty - it looked barely a couple weeks old. His daughter met his gaze, her best puppy eyes being used as she whispered, “Can we help her?”

There was nothing wrong with cats, he just didn’t like them. Scratching up furnishings, hairballs, peeing everywhere - well, that was what his brother’s cat was like when he was a kid, before his dad found it and it disappeared. Simon shook the memory from his head before sighing, keeping Mellie farther from the cat since she was trying to reach for it - the baby squirmed in frustration.

He scrunched his nose too, trying to decide if doing this was a good idea. Yes, responsibility for Winnie and blah blah blah, but he had no idea if his wife would be okay with it. She was sleeping right now and he didn’t want to bother her now so it was just him, his daughters, and a sickly looking kitten his eldest found somewhere. He sighed. “Mum’ll decide what to do later.” His daughter’s face lit up. He glared at her. “She’s not going to stay here, Winnie. We’ll wash her up and get her medicine, but then she has to go back to her mum, okay?” His hand goes to brush a small strand of hair behind Winnie’s ear, her smile quickly faded.

“But… I want to keep her.” Her bottom lip quivered, he sighed.

“It’s not up for discussion. Go inside and hold it, don’t let it wander.” He stood then, Winnie darted away towards the back door. He looked down to Mellie, who stared up at him with an annoyed face. He found it incredible that she was more like him than Winnie was, he smiled to her. She didn’t like it.

He followed his oldest daughter inside, moving to grab a towel he had placed on the counter to dry off Mellie. He pulled off her boonie hat before wrapping her in the fluffy towel, he wanted to go back outside so he moved to the living room and placed her in the mesh-fenced play pen, lined with soft toys. The baby no longer made her upset face and cooed as she unraveled herself from the towel to begin to play. He moved away towards the kitchen, finding Winnie standing next to the sink, the little kitten in her arms hadn’t moved. His eyebrows furrowed before he opened a drawer and grabbed a tea towel, holding it on his hand and saying, “Give it here.”

“You’re gonna put her outside.” Winnie’s bottom lip trembled, he sighed.

“Gotta wash it, Duckling. It might be injured.” He explained. “I won’t take it outside, I’m gonna wash it upstairs. Go play with your sister for me, it’ll be as good as new soon.”

Winnie looked up at her dad, weariness in her eyes before she gently pulled the little creature from her chest and gently placed it on the towel in his hand. He lifted it towards his face, now noticing the black cat with a dirty white face was barely even breathing. He turned away from his daughter, moving towards the stairs as his other hand began to gently poke at the kitten’s face, trying to get it to respond. He glanced behind himself, seeing that Winnie had found her way into the playpen with Mellie, and turned back to the upstairs. Taking the stairs two at a time, he made it to the hall bathroom, which was decorated with pinks, blues, and greens. He moved towards the sink, rubbing the little kitten’s face to try and wake it up.

After a few seconds of rubbing its face, its eye opened and revealed a light yellow eye. The little thing shuddered, he frowned. He pushed the drain plug into the sink drain with his free hand, then starting the faucet with warm water. The kitten barely moved an arm, he noted how frail she looked. Probably abandoned by her mum.

“Alright, Missy, let’s getcha cleaned up, yeah?”

The little thing pawed a little at the towel, he settled her on the counter before shutting off the water so it was just a little water in the basin. He gently settled it in the water, using Mellie’s baby soap to wash its fur. The kitten was still in his hand, little yellow eyes watching the water. He washed its back, looking for fleas, finding none. He inspected its neck and face too, no injuries or fleas - it must have been malnourished, he could very distinctly feel its bones. He gently washed its little face, the dirt falling away and revealing white rings around its eyes. It almost reminded him of his mask.

As soon as he was confident that the kitten was throughly washed and not injured, he grabbed a hand towel from underneath the sink - something that would be a lot softer on the creature. It had closed its eyes as soon as he gently wrapped it with the towel, he moved the small bundle to his chest as he pulled the drain plug. The water drained as he left the bathroom, silently walking down the stairs and to the living room.

Winnie was standing in the play pen, watching him intently as he walked towards them. He saw Mellie on her back, chewing on an ear of a stuffed dog. He chuckled a little as Winnie asked, “Is she okay now?”

He looked down at the kitten’s head, seeing its ear twitch a little. “She’s fine for now, kiddo. We’ll keep her ‘til she gets a little bigger, but then she has to go somewhere else.”

She pouted a little before holding her hands out, “Can I have my kitty please?”

He laughed humorlessly. “No.”

His daughter made a noise of confusion. “I asked nicely.”

“Yes, you did. But it’s too sick for you to take care of.” He answered. “You can have it when it’s better.”

Winnie scrunched her nose and turned away, sitting beside Mellie and refusing to look at him. He looked down at the little kitten, sleeping away in its little cocoon. He sighed, not wanting to believe that his little girl was getting big enough to have tantrums.

He spent the rest of his day taking care of the little kitten, keeping it in an open cardboard box with a couple towels in it, it slumbered away after he fed it was little cow’s milk he had left in the fridge. He made a mental note to go to the market in the morning as he now held Mellie on his chest, bouncing a little on his feet as he neared her crib. She was sound asleep and in comfy colorful pajamas, her little hand gripped his shirt. He slowly peeled off the baby from his chest, laying her on her back in her crib. He gently pet her head, whispering a sweet good night before leaving her room.

He then walked down the dark hallway to Winnie’s room, her lamp illuminating her room as she laid in her bed, facing away from the door. He saw her green bear on the floor next to her bed, he quietly stalked into the room to grab it. As soon as he grabbed it, he almost jumped back when Winnie turned towards him, annoyance on her face. He held out the bear names Pricey to her, she took it.

“I’m not giving the cat away for fun, you know.” He whispered, kneeling beside her bed. “It’s for the best.”

She stared at him. “What if Mummy wants a kitty?”

He shrugged. “It’s not good a time to have a cat right now, honey. Mum’s still sick.” He hated not being able to help ease his wife’s pain, going through a miscarriage of a baby you really wanted was tough - it was rough for him too, but he put his children first to let you take the time you needed.

“Mummy’s been sick for forever.” She murmured, arms wrapped around her bear. “Why can’t she get better so I can have a kitty?”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes, moving to tug her blanket up to her chin. He spoke with a gentle calmness, “Remember when Mum told you you’re gonna have a brother?” Winnie nodded. “And then he went away?” His daughter nodded again, he sighed. “He put Mum in a lot of pain, both in her tummy and in her heart. She feels sick all the time,” He gently brushed Winnie’s curls around her ear as he looked into her brown eyes. “Mum just needs all the love she can get and a long time to feel better.”

“The kitty can love her.” She whined, pouting a little.

“Mum only feels better when you and Mellie and me love her, Duckling.” He was losing the battle, knowing that Winnie would end up winning by outsmarting him with her little kid brain. That’s when he had an idea. He retracted his hand from her head, saying, “Once the cat gets better, I’ll give it to Uncle Soap until Mum gets better. Then you can ask her about the cat, okay?”

This way the cat would get attached to Soap and never have to be back in the house. Great idea, hope he’s not allergic. You know what? I hope he is. It’s what he deserves for pranking my ass every chance he gets.

His daughter nodded, whispering, “Can you name my kitty, Daddy?”

His eyes widened a little, lips pressed into a thin line. “Why don’t you name it?”

“I don’t want to.” She shrugged, he sort of laughed.

“Alright, Duckling. We’ll call her Missy.”

The girl smiled. “What’s her real name then?”

His eyebrows furrowed, he grew confused. “What do you mean?”

“My name is Winter, but it’s also Winnie.” His daughter then yawned, her eyes fluttering to try and fight off sleep. He gently settled his hand on her cheek, her little hand sat on top of his.

He almost smiled, almost broke his straight face as he said, “Missile Launcher.”

His daughter smiled so wide as she giggled, “Okay!” Yep, she’s just like me.

“Alright, now go to sleep.” He leaned forwards and kissed her forehead.

He moved to stand but Winnie spoke, “Tell Pricey good night too, Daddy.”

He sighed, facing her bear and saying, “Good night, Pricey.” He gently pat his daughter’s face before he stood and turned to her lamp, turning it off. Her little nightlight beside the door now dimly illuminated the room, he whispered, “Love you, little love.”

She whispered a little, “Love you too, Daddy.”

He was silent when he left her room, closing the door behind him before making his way to his bedroom. He closed the door behind himself, his own lamp illuminated the room. You were curled into a ball on your side of the bed, his pillow tucked under your chin as you faced his side. He moved towards the bed, being careful of the cardboard box settled on the floor next to his side. He peered into the box, observing the little black kitten until he could see it breathing. He then got into bed, reaching to shut off his lamp before moving towards you.

He would be okay without a pillow to sleep on, but he would never be okay not holding you as you were in pain. He rested his head halfway on the pillow, his arms coming to pull you into him. You murmured in your medicine induced slumber, the sleeping pills giving you a while without pain. He kissed her forehead, gently brushing his hand down your back.

He’d ask you about the cat beside your bed later.

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[fullyfazed]

I love their Asian-style fishing summer home so much, so naturally I had to give them a costume change

close ups and style notes below :)

Philza:

Purple and yellow ribbon woven into a now handmade straw hat

Duck, skull, and flower charms from previous hat

Small windchime! Just because!!!

Has a slight sunburn and new freckles from fishing all day

Missa:

Glowing eyes and shadow skin, as always

Kimono style top is styled in an inverse y, because he's dead

White chrysanthemums on his haori to symbolize death

Chayanne:

Black and pink racoon tail for Missa and Techno

Duckie Haori instead of his floatie :3

Horns are longer and I've added a tail to his and Tallulah's designs!

Tallulah:

Black mushroom, music note, and flower pins/embroidery on hat

Hearing aids

Brian! Tallulah has been the bird queen during QSMP24 so I thought it would be more appropriate than her traditional flute.

Flower and plant embroidery on dress

Her dress was inspired by those cute dress overalls mixed with the high waisted style of Hanfu's!

Bracelets representing Phil, Missa, and Chayanne

Horns have also grown slightly, but not as much as Chayanne's

[chrisevansonly]

Little Duck's Tea Party (Little Duck AU🐥💛)

Pairing: Dad! Chris Evans x Arlie Mae (Little Duck)

Summary: Little Duck is having her weekly tea party, and this week’s special guest is her dad, I wonder what costume and makeover he’ll be getting today? 

Warnings: none, just very fluffy and sweet girl dad Chris, he and Arlie are just my favourites

A/N: Here is the first fic of the day, this idea was I think a suggestion by an anon and I really fell in love with it, so I wanted to write a little something, I hope you enjoy it, thank you for all the love on this page recently, I appreciate you guys so much

Word Count: 756

Arlie was hard at work setting up her special tea table, laying out plates, cutlery mugs, she was pulling out the whole nine yards because today, her daddy would be the special guest at Arlie’s Tea House. To be completely honest neither you nor Chris could figure out where she thought of the name, but it was the cutest little concept she’d come up with recently. Her playroom was now set up, the table looking very beautiful with little flowers and sparkles intertwined between the utensils and plates. Arlie made sure to add Duckie to a seat as well as her stuffed brown bear named boobear, yes, she named him boobear, when she deemed the space perfect enough, she yelled down to Chris

“Daddy!!!! Come to tea party!!!”

Chris chuckled at the urgency in Arlie’s tone, kissing your forehead and making his way up the stairs to her party 

“I’m coming up little duck!”

Arlie giggled and as he reached the top of the stairs her head poked out behind the door 

“Hi daddy!”

“Hi baby, you all ready for our party?”

She nodded, smiling her famous megawatt smile 

“I am, but you not ‘weady yet!”

He crouched down to her level and swiped a piece of hair out of her eyes 

“Oh, I’m not?”

Chris could notice she was holding something behind her back, and he had an inkling of what it could be 

“No daddy, you need to put on special hat and makeup silly!”

Never in his years of living did he ever think he would find himself staring at what everyone, his wife included says is a carbon copy of him, his baby girl, in all her excitement as she waited for her favourite man in the world to let her dress him up. He would move mountains for Arlie, and if that included a makeover from the toddler, then he’d be dammed if he ever said no

“Alright then duck, help me get all ready for tea!”

Arlie pulled him further into the room, making him sit in a chair far too small for him, but he wouldn’t complain, especially if it was Arlie putting him in it. They spent some time laughing together as she mixed blues, purples, and pinks from her kiddie eyeshadow palette, using a small brush to put it on his eyes. Chris made sure to stay extra still so she wouldn’t mess up, a smile creeping up when he noticed her tongue poking out of her mouth as she concentrated on the colour of blush she was going to use. Her little eyebrows furrowing together in thought as every step and product of makeup was applied to Chris’s face

“Okay daddy, just lips then done!”

Chris chuckled before pouting gently so she could apply what he saw was a cherry red lipstick, yeah…cherry red

“Wow Daddy!! You so pwetty now!!”

“Was I not pretty before duck?”

Arlie shook her head no and he laughed, watching as she put the makeup away neatly, turning and clasping her hands together 

“Sit down fo’ tea now pwease daddy!”

Chris found his spot and Arlie got to work, setting out snacks, plastic of course, and filling their cups with water, there was absolutely nothing but joy radiating from his baby girl, and it was one of Chris’s favourite sights. They two of them were partners and crime, and when you snuck upstairs to check on them your heart warmed watching the two playing with Duck and Boobear, a slight chuckle slipping out noticing Chris’s amazing makeup job. When you snapped a quick photo both of their faces turned to you and Arlie waved

“Hi momma!!”

“Hi my love, look at how beautiful you made daddy!”

Chris narrowed his eyes playfully at you, a wink being sent back in his direction 

“Daddy so pwetty now, you want some tea momma?”

After pretending to think about you agreed, taking your spot next to Chris, Arlie pouring some water in your mug

“Arlie does momma get her makeup done too?”

You smiled getting yourself ready for all her makeup and artistic talent when she laughed 

“Daddy you so silly! Momma alweady’ pwetty without it!” 

You couldn’t hold in the laugh that escaped as you leaned over to kiss Chris on the cheek, his eyes rolling slightly before he joined you in laughing. If there was anything about your little duck, is that she was not afraid of honesty, she’d tell you the truth no matter what, and clearly, she wasn’t shy about it.

[crowned-peony]

A drabble that is written with @potionpeddlerpatchy in mind (accept my love language). Not proof read ♡ This is straight thought to doc. Also is written as an x reader but completely based on mine, Patchy and Megs hazbin ocs.

Pure fluff

705 word count

He knew your little secret the moment you entered the door. There was no hiding that angelic glow. The way he felt he could breathe again, the warmth that wrapped itself around him, his blood felt like warmed honey. Peace and sunshine filled every part of himself. He felt whole. Your shyness brushed away with being a new dawned soul. But the way the little bunny overlord kept you out of everyone's reach and the weasel sinner looked bored of the conversations going on but was really keeping an eye on everything. They care about you. You stirred something in him, and maybe having you around will help him put a name to it ( it wouldn't hurt to have the little overlord on his daughter's side, too). He calmly walked up to you, and all conversations stopped. Your two companions stood at your side, ready to protect you. He gave a little laugh before dramatically taking his hat off and showing that it was empty to everyone and even giving it a few taps for good measure before reaching inside and pulling out a handful of antique jewelry (some even had a few blood splatters) belonging to some long long long dead royalty. Her weasel companion eyes opened wide, and posture went from protection to one of ready to pounce at his hand. Wanting to avoid making a scene, he handed them over to her, smiling at the happy muttering of her naming possible owners (and if they were worn the day of their beheading). Once again, she is reaching inside his hat and acting like he is looking for something before pulling his hand out and frowning. He tapped his chin a few times, looking around the room in heavy thought before standing still and staring at the little bunny. He walked up to her and acted like he was going to pull on one of her bows. Was the bow in her hair or on her ear? wouldn't it hurt if it was on her ear? Was it a clip on, or did she tie it? he shooed away the thoughts to concentrate. He quickly pulled back his hand and gave a loud snap. A glittery smoke bubble appeared, and once it hit the floor, it popped revealing a giant pastel pink sheep plushie. A high pitchpooed happy squeal filled the room as the bunny jumped onto the sheep to hug it and snuggle her head onto its soft “wool”. The more she hugged it, the aroma of cotton candy and buttery popcorn came off of it. He looked at you as you laughed and smiled at how happy your friends were. Yours and his eyes met. He was smiling at you. Embarrassment filled you in his presence. He was not only the king of hell but was once heaven's favorite. You heard the whispers and stories still being told of him. You were an office worker angel, important to those around you but nowhere close to his level and yet with how he looked at you, you felt like the only one that mattered, that you can stand with him. Still smiling at you, he showed you that he had nothing in his sleeves and gave the bottom of his coat a good shake, but nothing came out. He made a fist and put it into his coat pocket before slowly taking it out and opening his fist close to your face. In his palm was a rubber ducky with a flower crown that had yellow roses and sunflowers, and in gold paint some tiny wings. Taking the ducky, he leaned in closer to you and whispered an “I know” before winking. He bowed to you and your friends before everyone broke out, clapping and cheering at the magic show. You inspected the ducky, in awe of the intricate design of the wings, and how it looks like it is made of plastic but the feel of eggshell porcelain. Some writing under the ducky caught your eye ‘help is just a small squeeze away’. Without a second thought, you gave it a small squeeze, and instead of a squeak, the sound was of soft wind chimes. He laughed a bit ‘I am already with you’.

[t0msvi4gra]

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Handsome Heartthrob Honeybun Darling Hot Stuff Lover Mister Man Papi Shampoo Sailor My Knight Tight Butt Prince Pookie Lover Man Papa Bear Old Man My Boy Boy Toy Monkey Sweets Papi Chulo Macho Mack Kiddo Hulk Hot Pants Jellybean Schmoopy Foxy Dumpling Cowboy Ranger Handsome Big Buddy husband Noah soooo much

He answered me baba:3

WAIT IS THAT ACTUALLT BILL???!!!!!

[marshallporter-cogs-inc]

Highroller and marshall treat the lowballers like their children sometimes and they do have “favorites” in a way

violet- a lowballer that has a few purple flowers on their hat (very sweet)

Shine- a lowballer in a duck wheelchair with star sunglasses (wheelchair is used due to very weak legs)

Stunt-a veryy danger prone lowballer that marshall and highroller need to keep their eyes on (usually has fireworks)

babs-a very small very young lowballer (basically baby and kind of a runt) marshall loves to take care of this lil guy as they still have baby down (marshall can fit babs in his palm they are that small, about the size of the average rubber ducky)

[paper-swirls]

Flower hat duckies!

[1luckyrubberducky]

Hi hi Ducky!! Here's some cute yellow lilies I saw today!

Mmm yes thank u I will wear as hat

[jupiter-balls]

Duckies with flower hats one of my favorite things!! 🥰

[daycourtofficial]

omgomgomg

atlas: ducky

leif: froggy

aster: fox

hestia: flower (you know when fairies have little tulips and flowers as hats 🥹 she has a lil jasmine hat)

Omg this would be soooo cuteeee

I feel like Hestia is obsessed with crows and giving them trinkets so they give her a flower hat bc it’d be hard to make a crow hat maybe?

This would be adorable tho

[cljordan-imperium]

Hi CJ! I hope you’re well!

I just wanted to stop in and say hi — I’m adding this duck in hopes that it’ll brighten your day! I hope you’ll find something that makes you smile this week! ☺️💕

ps…thanks so much for your message earlier - I’m still smiling from it!! 😊

DUCK!!!

I so want a tub duck!! I work a block from a Tractor Supply and every year they have baby ducks and chicks in these huge feed troughs. OMG, I want a baby duck SOOOOOOO bad. And there's a pond near my parents I could release it as when it was an adult. But my parents say that 1. My cats would have aneurysms. 2. They live too close to said pond and it would visit and their dogs would have aneurysms. 3. I am too old for a tub duck. (HA!) 4. I would not end up with *A* tub duck...the below would happen...

Okay, maybe they're valid on 4. But thank you for the duck with the flower hat. She absolutely made me smile this morning when I so desperately needed it. And now ducky with flower hat, and kitten against baby duckies are going to be my go to for tackling the email!!

XOXO

CJ

<3 <3

[widowbitessting]

You should look at duckies with flower hats 🥺

Really needed that aha💕