what a fluffy baby

A Sesshomaru for Valentine’s Day

ANNNNND here he is!! My one true Valentine. 

For the low low price of $00.000000001, here he is, right on your dash!!

Idk what’s wrong with me, I’m sorry lmao

Buut anyways! Pls enjoy this beautiful grumpy boy if you do not have a Valentine, or if you do have a Valentine, or if you just love Sesshomaru like I do. 

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

110 Pounds of Love

A/N: A follow up to Frank the Tank after they’ve had Frank for about a year, and they’ve just had a baby. Fluffy cuteness. Is this what you had in mind @quirkiest-turtle? ;) @coveofmemories

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With little Spencer Jr. chilling out in the Boba baby wrap, you walked outside to start doing some of the dishes. Spencer claimed he was going to start on dinner after he finished reading and walking the dog, your 110-pound brown pitbull Frank a.k.a. Frank the Tank, but when you walked out of the bedroom, you saw a giant brown blob sitting directly on Spencer’s lap. 

“I can’t get up,” he laughed, craning his head to see you and baby Spencer walking out of the bedroom. “He thinks he’s a lap dog.” Frank was curled up, fast asleep, right on Spencer’s lap. He’d been reading his book, using the dog as a place to rest his hands, but now that he wanted to make dinner and walk him, he couldn’t manage to get him up. When that dog was asleep, he was completely dead weight. Frank was fast asleep. “Help me.”

You smirked as you walked into the kitchen and turned on the sink, waiting for the water to come to a comfortable temperature. “I think you might be out of luck,” you replied. While the water warmed, you pulled out your phone and walked over to Spencer. You needed a picture of this giant lump of dog pinning your husband to the couch. 

Just as you clicked the picture, you heard a knock at the door. That would be JJ, Will, Henry and Michael coming over for dinner. JJ and Will got a chance to hang out with mini Spencer, while Henry and Michael fawned over Frank. The Tank took to the boys immediately, so you were confident he’d be a great companion for the baby as he grew up. “Hello loves,” you said, watching as Frank happily jumped off Spencer’s lap and went to go kiss the boys. 

“Frank!” they screamed, placing their arms gently around Frank’s big, burly neck. “Feck!” Michael attempted to yell fetch, but considering he was only three it came out more like fuck so you all had to try not to laugh. While the boys ran around the apartment, Spencer was finally able to get up, lifting Henry and Michael up off the ground and rough-housing with them until you asked him to walk the dog. 

“How would you like to come with me to walk Frank?” he asked the happy-go-lucky children. 

“I’ll come with you too,” Will drawled. “Then we come back, wash our hands and get ready for dinner okay? Y/N and Spencer have been nice enough to invite us over.”

“It’s no problem,” you said. You got a little extra help with the baby from JJ and Will, and the boys absolutely adored Frank. It was a win-win all around. “Have fun with Frank, babies.”

As soon as they walked out the door, you sighed. You loved your boys, both adult and child, human and dog, but there was never a quiet moment anymore. JJ knew and said nothing as she helped you start dinner. Hopefully, Spencer and Will would take their time with the boys.

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“Slow down, boys!” Will called, watching as Henry and Michael walked ahead, big brother holding on to little brother’s hand. “Frank wants to catch up!” They looked back and ran toward the dog, arms outstretched as he slobbered them in kisses. “Can’t run too far ahead. You gotta stay near the adults.”

In the proceeding year, Spencer’s arm muscles had bulked up considerably. All thanks to the tank. Trying to wrangle the 110-pound pitbull proved more difficult than he had ever thought; Frank wasn’t mean at all, he was just very excitable. “Woah, calm down Frank,” Spencer said, grabbing tighter onto the leash as Frank got a peek at a squirrel. Will laughed as Frank started barking at the creature that ran lightning speed up the side of a tree. “He really likes squirrels.”

“Honestly,” Spencer said, “he wants to play with them. He has no idea how big he is.”

“Yea, JJ was telling me he thinks he’s a lap dog.”

“Apparently. I’m constantly cold though, and he’s a walking, barking furnace, so he keeps me warm.”

They four turned the corner to start heading back toward the apartment when another squirrel crossed Frank’s path. He lunged forward, causing Spencer to lose his grip and drop the leash. Frank ran forward, past the boys to follow the squirrel, but thankfully he was a very good listener. “Frank! Stop!” he screamed, running in front of Henry and Michael to the dog who’d stopped in his tracks. “You can’t go running off like that, you’ll hurt yourself.” Breathing heavy from excitement, Frank just wagged his tail and licked Spencer’s face. “Let’s get back upstairs.”

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About 15 minutes later, you and JJ heard the unmistakable stampeding footsteps of your boys. “Thank you for the complete and total silence JJ, I love you.” Leaning over, you kissed JJ on the cheek. Spencer Jr. had been asleep the entire time, so you got some much deserved silence.

“No problem,” she laughed quietly. “Silence is golden.”

“And rare.”

The door flew open, revealing one barreling pitbull, two boys with an endless amount of energy, and two very tired dads. “How was your walk?” you asked.

“Frank here really likes squirrels, doesn’t he?” Will laughed. “Go wash up boys!”

Frank really did love his squirrels. “He ran in front of me after one,” Spencer said, “But he stopped as soon as I yelled.”

“Good boy,” you said to Frank as he sniffed at mini Spencer. You handed him a treat and he got his nose right near the baby’s butt, moving back almost immediately. “Oh, I think Frank is telling us we have a dirty diaper.”

Considering where he was hanging, JJ did as all mothers do, bending down to do a sniff test on the baby. “Oh yea,” she laughed, “he definitely needs a change. Want me to get him?”

“Gods, yes,” you said. Having friends over really took the pressure off.

anonymous asked:

Ok so soriel is great I absolutely love soriel I do but what about some goat dad love? You knwo what needs to happen Muffgore! Muffet x asgore! They both love baked goods! They both did whatever they could to protect their kingdom (So to speak with muffet) And spiders are great in the garden!! They'd be so cute together!!!! and they'd make cute fluffy spider babys!!

What do you mean not all monsters who love tea know each other? Of course they do! How else would they have their awesome tea parties?

I don’t really ship muffygore to be honest. Personaly, I hold dear in my heart the headcanon of Asgore finding love again with a human, preferably a mage with a green soul of kindness, and their relationship becoming a symbol of hope and integration for both humans and monsters.

That said, Goatdad needs more love and a lot more friends (especially outside of his ex’s inner circle, because of health reasons), and as a fellow tea lover I don’t see why Muffet couldn’t be one of them.

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Fluffy Headcanon!

I have this headcanon that the children off certain Galra species are exceptionally fluffy, like the type of Galra (or Drule, whichever you wanna go by)  Sendak is, that type of offspring are basically just fluff balls.

I think this would be really cute to have fluffy space babies.

Now image it with Galra!Keith as a fluffy space baby, and it gets so much better.

goggles-of-jake-keir  asked:

🌠!!

Mega Fluff Meme! Send a symbol, and my muse will [ 🌠 ] take your muse stargazing \ @goggles-of-jake-keir

“No you cannot open your eyes!” she repeated with a giggle for the third time that night, aimlessly walking further away from the village with him using a blindfold, excitedly walking towards her favorite spot without paying too much attention to his gambling. She had been waiting for this specific night like an impatient child waits for a Christmas present during holidays, asking for permission at work beforehand so everything would go as she had carefully planned for at least a couple of weeks. Pulling him a little closer she kept on walking, slower this time as her heart started to pump without control, goosebumps covering her delicate arms upon feeling the soft breeze.

“We are here.” there was a soft yet excited tone in her voice the moment her steps stopped, breathing in the calmness of such a wonderful night, where the artificial light could not reach and nor everyone. With closed eyes, her hand located on his upper arm lowered carefully, hesitantly locking her fingers with his without rush, losing herself deep into her thoughts, loving every passing second with him even if they just stood there in absolute silence.

“Hope you like this as much as I do” she whispered warmly, now standing in front of him and tiptoeing so she could leave a faint kiss on his cheek, swiftly taking off the piece of cloth at the same time, smiling the very moment his green eyes came to view. She saw too much harm in them, too many secrets he still hold from her; what could she do if he did not think she was ready to hear every word he had to speak? Force him was not something she wanted. She was patient enough to wait. She was willing to wait. 

Stepping away she let him stare into the beautiful landscape before his very eyes with the stars gracefully lighting up the sky without the moon’s presence and the fireflies flew over the grass, brown orbs lifting to the brightest sky she had seen in a very long time.

Was this, perhaps, a bad moment to realize how much he now meant to her? How badly she desired to erase all the pain and heal his heart? Was this as MEANINGFUL for him as it was for her? 

Holding his hand a little tighter, she trembled and took a deep breath, hoping he would not hear her following words and would think she was talking to herself. Her voice turned unexpectedly broken, but if she did not speak now, she feared she would not have the courage to tell him in the future. 

“Aishiteru, Jake.”

Imagine having a baby with Sonny Carisi

(A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I re-worte this whole thing to make it ten times better and consequently much longer. I don’t know why but I’m currently obsessed with babies. That’s a lie. I do know why, my cousin is pregnant and I’m super excited. I’m definitly going to make continuations with this little family I’ve created. I love it so much. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. It;s just so cute and fluffy. Ahh.)

Imagine having a baby with Sonny Carisi

“No.” you stated, shaking your head.

“What?” Sonny asked his voice a mixture of confusion and shock.

“I said no.” you repeated.

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“I mean what I said, no. I won’t do it.” you states once again before turning away from him.

“Why not?” he asked, getting up and spinning you back round to face him.

“Because you’re only asking because I’m pregnant.” you informed.

“That’s not true.” he tried to reassure.

“Yes it is.” you argued, “Why are you asking now today then? What’s so special about today?”

He didn’t have an answer for you. He face screwed up trying to come up with a believable answer that would satisfy you. You decided to put him out of his misery.

“Exactly, you’re only asking because we found out we’re having a baby.” you confirmed.

“Y/N, I’m asking because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he tried to reason, grabbing hold of your hands.

“Sonny, it’s not that I don’t want to marry you. Of course I do. I love you more than I love myself. Which you know is an extremely hard thing to do with a narcissist like me.” you joked trying to be serious for comedic effect, “But I didn’t want you to ask like this. Like you’re obliged too.”

“I don’t feel that way…” he began.

“I know you don’t but that’s what everyone going to think.” you reminded.

“Since when do you care?” he questioned skeptical.

“I don’t care what they think. I care about how I feel. I don’t want to get married now especially after finding out we’re having a baby. It’s too much effort.” you sighed, nursing your temple as the mere thought of it was giving you a migraine.

“Alright,” he agreed reluctantly, “When do you want me to ask?”

“A year.” you stated.

“A year?” he questioned.

“One year.” you repeated for reassurance.

“And you’ll actually say yes in one years time?” he asked jokingly.

“Depends on how cute this kid is.” you winked.

A smile broke out on his face, chuckling he grabbed hold of you and pull you close. Putting his arms around your waist. Instinctively, you put yours around his neck.

“If they look anything like you. It’s practically grantee.” he whispered into your ear. leaning down.

“And if they look anything like you. God save their soul.” you teased, shaking your head playfully and giving him a wink.

A flash of annoyance flashed across Sonny’s face as you broke into laughter. After trying to be miffed he eventually gave in. Leaning down and placing a kiss on your chuckling lips.

You had been in a relationship with Sonny for four years and been partners at SVU for four and a half at that point. You had just celebrated your forth anniversary of dating with a low-key dinner at your shared apartment that you two had bought two years pervious, a few weeks ago. Up until yesterday you thought that was going to be the latest milestone for a while. That was until yesterday.

You had found out you were expecting a baby. You’d found out together. You’d been throwing up non-stop all night the day before yesterday. In fact you had to take the day off as you hadn’t gotten any sleep. Sonny had gone to work and you were at home trying to rest and get better. It wasn’t until you looked at the calendar on the fridge. That the you considered the thought that it might have not been that two day old chicken and mayonnaise sandwich you’d stolen off Finn that was making you sick.

Sonny called you about midday to see how you were doing and to see if you needed anything.

“Is there anything else you want?” he asked after you told him that you’d run out of bread and you wanted him to bring home chicken soup for dinner.

“I don’t want you to get your hopes up but I think I might be pregnant.” you practically whispered down the line.

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okay a quick bit of rambling:

imagine Graves, a man who never bothered with relationships that much (#AtAll) apart from his marriage to his JOB.

when suddenly Credence turns up, a boy entirely in need of looking after, and Graves’ world is completely turned upside down. because this boy DEPENDS on him and Graves has a burning desire to PROVIDE for him.

Graves thinking he would die alone or in the field and pretending he’s totally okay with that when he ISN’T. and every time Credence is there when he comes home, or helps rub healing salve on his wounds, or asks about his day, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an angel in his life

GRAVES NOT THINKING HE DESERVES HIS BABY CREDENCE AND CREDENCE NOT THINKING HE DESERVES PROTECTIVE GRAVES AND THESE FUCKING FLUFFY BABIES WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO U GUYZZZZ

Overtime - Daryl Dixon

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Word Count: 432

Prompt/request: Can I get a Daryl imagine when you’re pregnant and what he’s like after the baby comes? I just really need fluffy protective dad Daryl. Thank you!! Xx

sidenote: requests are open (:

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and fluff

((Okay, so I changed it up a little and I hope you like it! Sorry it took a little while, I’ve been busy with school but I will start posting these requests more often! Also, I had really bad writer’s block while writing this but I powered through. ENJOY))

After a long and hectic past few weeks, you and Daryl had finally found serenity. Extreme exhaustion, entangled limbs, and the mesmerizing sound of Daryl’s light heartbeat easily lulled you to sleep. Yet, like every night before, this was interrupted by the shrill whining of his and your two-week old daughter. You groaned, peeling your arm from around his torso to flip on the dim bedside lamp, giving off just enough light to illuminate the room in a soft yellow glow. Daryl, awoken by the ruckus, pulled his head up from the pillow to see you attempting to squirm from his grasp. He released you, propping himself up on his elbow and pushing his hair from his face.

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this is a -harry is a very fluffy person and not a badboy womanizer shit- post

Harry really likes to be pet. By louis. And Louis only. And Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Lo- AAAANYWAAAAY!

Look at Harry here.

look how happy he is when louis is doing the thumbs up in his cheeks

and look how he moved his cheeks to Louis’ hand when he stopped like, hey hey please no. dont stop. more more please more.

and look at his face, how fucking chill it is like its just a normal lazy sunday like he’s not in a fucking work oh my goshdsjkneg

harry is so fluffy.

and guess who he looked at in that gif?

yes, louis tomlinson slash the boyfriend.

(i will edit this and put the link of the source where louis and gemma and harry are in a elevator and the proof that louis is who harry is looking at.) (i forgot where it it im sorry)

is that a face of a badboy? a heartbreaker? im sorry but i think not

THAT

IS

A

BABY.