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Apple Seed: Hell's Angels Feat. Charlie
-At Charlie and Vaggie's wedding reception-
Lucifer: (teary-eyed as he yanks Vaggie into a bone crushing hug) Oh! I'm so happy you and Charlie are finally married, Vaggie!
Vaggie: Ack! (Gently pats Lucifer's back) Thank you... Sir.
Lucifer: Come on, Vaggie. No need to be so formal now. Call me- (sniffs back a tear and clasps his hands together) -Dad?
Vaggie: Uh, sure..... Dad.
Lucifer: (squeals and taps his feet in a very Morningstar fashion) Hehehehehehe~ Oh! I almost forgot! (Digs around in his inner suit jacket pockets) I have a special present for you two.
Vaggie: With all due respect, Sir- uh, Dad, I think Charlie and I have enough rubber ducks.
Lucifer: One second! I know it's in here somewhere. No, not that. *squeak!* Whoop! Definitely not that! *grrrrrrrr!* Yipe! I gotta remember to get that out of there eventually....
Vaggie: How many pockets are in that jacket????
Lucifer: Ah-HA!!! FOUND YOU!!! (pulls out a white velvet box with crimson embroidery and presents it to Vaggie) Da-dada-Daaaaa!
Vaggie: (Stomach drops at the sight of the suspiciously ring box looking gift) Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh, Sir? I'm already married.... to Charlie.... Your daughter..... You were literally just a babbling crying mess in the first row of the ceremony....
Lucifer: Huh? What are you talking about? (Opens up the small box. Revealing a deep red apple seed with a mild golden glow)
Vaggie: A.... candied apple seed?
Lucifer: Not candied and not just any apple seed. This bad boy will be the catalyst for any baby making needs you two gals need.
Vaggie: (blushes) Say again?
Lucifer: This apple seed is imbued with both your and Charlie's essence. So, all you guys gotta do is have one of you (mimics a gulping motion and sound) gulp this little guy down, have a little romp in the sheets to activate it, and POOF!!! The ingestor gets pregnant. (Places the box in a dumbstruck Vaggie's hand) For when you girls are ready, of course.
Vaggie: (stares down at the box I her hand like it's a Carmine exclusive angelic steel bear trap as a million thoughts swirl through her mind) Uh... Thanks... Sir.
Lucifer: (puffs out his chest proudly) You're welcome! And it's Dad now, remember?
Charlie: There you two are! I've been looking for you everywhere! Oooh! What's that?
Lucifer: Hiya, Charlie! Just a little gift from me.
Charlie: (sparkling eyes) Oooooooh! Is that your famous candied apple seed? Vaggie, did you eat yours already? Dad usually makes them in pairs. (Picks up the seed and pops it into her mouth)
Vaggie: (Snaps out of her stupor) Charlie, Don't!
Charlie: *gulp* Hmm.... It tastes different than I remember.
Vaggie: (full body blushing and about to faint)
Lucifer: (gasping and squealing simultaneously as little glitter bombs explode around him, and he claps his hands together excitedly)
Charlie: ......Did I miss something?
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spacerockwriting · 17 days
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Galladrabbles Bone
Thank you to @galladrabbles and @heymacy for this weeks prompt! Had a completely different idea but then this came out instead. Joys of writing, I guess?
Bones
Lip paces, not standing still as Ian tries to fix his brother’s bow tie. “Were you this terrified when you married Mick?”
Ian shrugs, looking over at his husband who is trying his hardest to avoid talking to one of the adjacent Tamietti’s next to him. Grinning, Ian looks over at Mickey in his best suit, looking almost as hot as he did on their own wedding day. Mickey rakes his eyes over Ian, smirking as well.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Lip swears. “I don’t want to fucking see you trynin’ to bone your fucking husband on my fucking wedding day.”
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vibingorca · 1 month
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Imma try to draw more but yooo. First post going bold ig. Praying no one at i know irl finds this im self conscious.
My take on a wedding/Queen fit p1
part 2 with yugo one day some day in the future when I get time and ideas
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venuzz24 · 14 days
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I love them so much uvu💅🌈✨
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roguetraining · 7 months
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I've been screaming about @moonshine-nightlight's Nothing's Wrong with Dale and specifically chapter 30 so of course I had to do something about it
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lokibaby6 · 4 months
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Practicing his Crowley walk.
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The genderfluid stomp. It is delicious. Has Loki got it right?
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candlecoo-sideb-art · 10 months
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Been in a bit of a funk lately, so I decided to practice some backgrounds which I think really helped. Hopefully that means I can move on to our regularly scheduled tma/fanart soon.
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hepbaestus · 2 months
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Pac gave gifts to Fit and Ramon.
Ramon got an axolotl and Fit got a book with Protection I and Loyalty II and a potion of strength.
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littlekingbergara · 2 years
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"i wore a black bowtie from top man, which took FOREVER to tie," says the groom. "in fact, i think i'm sweating in some of the getting ready pictures because i was getting so frustrated and none of my groomsmen could figure it out either (youtube how-tos for the win)."
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formerlyz · 10 months
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Kazurei Week Day 2: Gaming!
I feel like Kazuki would ask Rei to help him get better at Morio Kart to impress Miri.
Drawing Base under the cut!
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lazer-screwdriver · 2 months
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Insane about the master having a wedding again. Do we think harold saxon was a bridezilla.
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amazinlei · 1 year
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Look man, if Bowser stole a magic artifact of unlimited power, wrote a love ballad of how we’re going to rule together, AND wrote his own vows when he offers the star as basically an engagement ring? 
RIP to princess peach I guess but I’m different. 
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kingsandbastardz · 4 months
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fic prompt: hair combing in the wedding chamber
01 li lianhua
the existence of a torture chamber beside the wedding bedroom and its contents shouldn’t be a surprise at this point. and yet… it’s the redundancy you find offensive. she has a multi-chamber dungeon. she has a water chamber in her own quarters. why must it extend here as well? you despise the sight of unmarked bottles sitting ominously on a small table beside a decorative chair. they’re placed in front of an x-shaped rack fitted with iron ankle and wrist cuffs. there are hooks freshly installed in the ceiling.
you hear rattling and di feisheng is beside you, his expression neither upset nor surprised. just blankly contemplative. he kicks lightly at a thick gauge iron chain on the floor comb in hand and his hair thrown over one shoulder. he looks around the room, eyes unfocused -- you’re not sure he’s actually seeing anything -- the snapping sounds as he rips the comb through a knot in his hair grates against your nerves.
you don’t want to be here anymore than you want him here – so you hold your hand out in front of his face and say, “give me that. i can’t stand watching you – do you want to go bald?”
it is a moment too long before he finally looks at you and the comb is deposited silently in your hand. you lead him to the table in the bedroom. on the way, you spot his hair ornament on a shelf and grab it.
at least while sitting, he’s tall enough that combing his hair is an intimacy that is easy on the arms. you’ve done this for a handful of others. your shiniang, your past lovers. your once-brother. now it is di feisheng’s still-damp hair you run your fingers and a comb through. silkier than zhan yunfei’s, more voluminous than qiao wanmian’s. its weight sits in your hand and tangles your fingers with the same tenacity of a spider’s web.
the knots cling, every bit as stubborn as their owner. was he born like this? or was this a learned trait? has he ever regretted a decision?
this man has followed you across the world – with or without his memories, every bit as dogged and loyal as fang duobing. ever single-minded in purpose. the affection he makes you feel has always been uncontrollable. you want to resent him as much as you feel fondness, but in the end, the fondness always wins out.
you tie his hair back and lock the familiar silver ornament in place, sliding the pin through the knot. (you bought this for him. with your own money, even, and not xiaobao’s.)
he twists around to look up at you – eyes open and clear in a way no one with his personal history should be able to. you’ve never once felt this unburdened. years ago, you and lao di were both in the middle of puberty, youths, barely old enough or tall enough to count as adults.  he looked up at you back then, in the same way, as you looked down from the trees. he never had to say or do anything to capture your attention. he just gazed straight into you, soft, open, and entirely receptive to anything you wanted to throw at him.
what else could you do?
you hit him with your very best.
xiaobao understands you like no one else. but this one – this one never cared about any of the things the world wanted from you. he didn’t see the future. he didn’t see potential. he didn’t see the power you wielded for the benefit of everyone. he saw only the you that stood in front of him. nothing more, nothing less.
and now? you know what he wants because you want it too. even now, there are moments you can hear the clang of sword, smell the burn of sparked sword oil, feel the heady rush of bloodlust. you crave the razor-sharp clarity that overtakes you as you take flight and know the man following you will be able to keep pace no matter where you go and what you do. you can let go. you don’t have to hold back anymore.
he sees you the way no one else does and you want him to see you that way again. you want to see him on the other side of your crossed blades and to find your steps again in the sky unburdened by lies or death. you want the life you could have had together.
there was a time, you could have dreamed of fighting together. eating together. watching as his hair turned white to match yours.
but you can’t. you only have memories left of that old you and the bitter flavor of passed time.
if only you had met again 10 years ago. or even 5 years ago, once your rage had burnt its way out of your heart and bones.
you can’t afford to want what di feisheng wants. (but you do. you want it. it burns worse than poison.)
tonight.
tonight, under the influence of good wine and the warmth of shared smiles, you will pretend you have the luxury of health and time.
tonight, you will pretend you are living the life you should have – a life free of shan gudao's shadow and without regrets.
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02 di feisheng
you are tortured your whole life and for a moment, you actually die; but you are alive now and stronger than ever. you drink wine with a loved one and he smiles in shared understanding (finally, after all these years. you’ve waited for him.)
the suffering was worth it if that is what brings you both to this moment.
under the moon’s blessing, you smile back and for the first time in your life, you hope for the future.
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callmelyc · 3 months
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"To me you are a work of art"
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jaredwalkertexasranger · 10 months
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Walker 3.18 | cordell and geri | 2/3
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runefactorynonsense · 2 months
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Listen. Sometimes you go to your favorite reference websites and they give you the most perfect expressions.
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