#A precious babbin...

[characteroulette]

BABY!!!!! Aaaaaaaa as a funny note I think Eevee are actually in my top 5 of "I have made too many eggs of these Pokemon" lmao

[comedydoctor18]

Gramma and her precious babbin x3

I'm here to bring silly visuals to just think of; Vovó Bucchi carrying toddler Ruggie in her mouth like some animals carry their young AND baby Ruggie just being smol

In the daytime, I'm Vovó Bucchi. Just a normal girl with a normal life~

[nattikay]

they’re all so precious i cri ;u;

Technically a WIP; will have a shaded version available eventually

[trigeminyvalse]

I really loved working on expression for Laine earlier, so I decided to do one for DDman too~ God, I can’t say how much I love this, because I do-- THIS MAN GIVES ME LIFE *noms hair flowers* ...wait, aren’t most flowers toxic to puppers? :O!!

Art is mine, Diderrot belongs to @far-traveler. Concept and Lore is to Blizzard Entertainment. Reblogging is Love! But Please, do not copy, redistribute, claim, or alter the image in any way– Thanks!

[briarfox13]

OC asks: 1, 9, 21, 28, for precious babbins Bramble?

Thank you <3 I do love talking about the wee baby Bramble =) 

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Her mother ended up rather uncomfortably giving birth in a bramble hedge-needs must when the devils drive so that’s how she got her name. 

It’s just Bramble Lavellan, nothing very special but she likes her name. 

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

She does like animals, especial Red squirrels and harts and they seem to like her but she’s more a plants kind of lady. Give her a greenhouse any day

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

Bramble a temper? =P 

Nope, she’s as sweet as pie and very rarely gets angry, I don’t think she’d really know how to get angry. She’d just want to help fix the situation than get angry at it. 

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

Hmm that’s tough, it’s probably be losing her family and Clan as she’s very close to them. But she’s also hate it if all the plants died. 

She hides when she’s scared, often squishing herself into the tiniest place possible and staying there until she feels better. Her brother Thorn, and Blackwall are the only people allowed to join her when she’s hiding. 

[comedydoctor18]

MAMA MALEFICENT AND HER PRECIOUS BABBIN X3

last one tonight, young aurora + maleficent p sure that shes gonna be her daughter /SIGHS DEEPLY AT THE LOSS OF FEMSLASH/ but i am going to make cute headcanons about aurora living in her castle with her evil mum who loves her ok

[mychampion]

And Now...The Rest of The Story

I stopped at the break, and haven’t had a chance to watch the rest.  UNTIL NOW.

Nott..please don’t steal from the blind man.

NOTT DON’T STEAL FROM THE BLIND MAN!

Nott...you stole from the blind man.  Why the fuck..like I understand why but still fuckin’ fuck.

Wings....fur....that’s not a dragon.

Wings and a lion body, is it a sphinx?  Did they find a Sphinx?!

CHILD?!

And this thing can talk.  Guys, run?  Run.  Now would be the time to RUN.

But there’s a babbin!  You guys could take it and raise it and have an awesome pet for Jester.

“What are we doing, we’re level three!”

Nope, not a sphinx.  Not a sphinx.

“Did you just want that because they’re shiny?” “Yeah.”

A MANTICORE?!  MATT YOU’RE THROWING A MANTICORE AT THEM?!  ARE YOU AN ASS---oh wait, you are an asshole...

Shit shit shit shit shit

Nat 1 for Jester

NEIN!

NEIN!

“oh you’re such a cute kitty!” ...jester...jester please.

I feel like Caleb is Dad Friend but Anxious Friend.

The Bust of Estelle Getty.

NO SAM NO WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

NOT THE BABY.  SAM YOU JUST KILLED A CHILD. YOU JUST KILLED A CHILD! YOU ARE NOW THE KEYLETH OF THE GROUP.

One fucking point.

“Leave, motherfuckers leave!”

No, Nott.....NOTT NO!!!

“No problem.” “PROBLEM!”

LAURA NOOOOO!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Yes yes yes yes, go Nott.  GO YOU PRECIOUS BAB!

“I’m allowing it, because I’m the fucking DM.”

“Forget that, I want that thing on my wall.”

“Laugh it up, fuzzball!”

NEIN!

Caleb backstory?  CALEB BACKSTORY!!!

“Backstory....backstory...”

SHAKASTAAAAAA WITH THE KILL!

OKAY THE KISS ON THE FOREHEAD WAS AN ACTUAL THING?!  OH MY GOD THAT WAS GREAT.

Nat 20 for Travis for searching the nest!

I’m so curious about Caleb.  So curious.

I’m also really happy and pleased with Matt for having a non-binary character and doing really well with using “they/them” pronouns.  I know most DM’s wouldn’t keep such a character and I’m...so happy.

Damn it Jester!

A cursed dice finally destroyed...thank the gods.

[rollingmapcarrier]

Precious rolly-babbin.

 -   Give my muse a ridiculous nickname

** - The said rolly droid would turn towards the anonymous, aggressive beeps met with shakes of frustration.

      “  Bwwaaaa-waaiii! Wii-waa wo-wiii-bwooop! Bwaaa   -beep!  “

[Why does everyone keep calling me baby? I’ve been operating for a long time!]

[thethespacecoyote]

n the spirit of easter: dragonjack au: rhys wants to celebrate easter w his kittens but theyre not v excited about finding the faberge eggs (dad has a bajillion n his hoard) rhys hid around. jack solves the issue by stealing a whole chicken hutch's worth of eggs and he n rhys hide them for the babbins to sniffer out n chomp down on and schmootz yolk and egg shell all over their faces. rhys is like okay this is kinda gross n they gotta take baths now but theyre havin a good time so its worth it<3

god I love this prompt a lot so I had to do something for it

Rhys hadn’t got much enthusiasm from Jack when he’d suggested that they try to celebrate Easter with the kittens. Dragons typically existed outside of the realm of most human customs, usually too busy with their own devices to pay much attention to trivial mortal celebrations. But Rhys had long been eager to impart some of his own traditions onto the kittens, and truth be told he missed the massive feast and hunt and celebration that his parents had thrown every year inside of the palace.

However, his first idea to celebrate the holiday had ended in a bit of a failure. He’d seen various bejeweled eggs scattered about Jack’s hoard, varying in size and shape and how heavy with gems and precious metals they were. Rhys had thought he’d had a brilliant idea when he decided to hide those eggs around the lair and get the kittens to find them, but sadly the eggs just didn’t stand out against the splendor of the rest of the hoard. The kittens were too used to seeing the fancy eggs as apart of their home, so they weren’t particularly interested in hunting them down, and just ended up playing with each other rather than look for the eggs, much to Rhys’ disappointment.

The young man had sat down amongst the furs and silks that made up his bed, frowning to himself as he crossed his arms over his knees. He had looked sulkily over to the kittens, who were blatantly ignoring what he’d tried so hard to set up for them.

Jack, to his credit, was the one who ended up finding the solution. He’d left Rhys alone for a few minutes with a kiss to the forehead and an assurance that he’d “fix everything, honeycake, don’t you worry,” before clattering out of the lair and taking flight. In no time, the dragon had returned, surprising Rhys with both a freshly slain lamb and a clawful of large, fresh chicken eggs.

“If I’ve learned anything from rearing a clutch of kittens, it’s that they respond better to food than anything else.” Jack chuckled as he laid the dead lamb out for later, changing into his human form as he unloaded the warm eggs into Rhys’ lap.

It was a bit of a task to get the six squirming kittens to hide under the silks while their parents hid the eggs about the lair, but tucking a couple of pieces of venison jerky into the folds of the blankets kept them busy enough that Jack and Rhys could tuck the hen’s eggs into places both easy and more difficult to reach. As soon as all of them were properly  hidden, they returned to the wiggling bundle of kittens, lifting up the blanket. The kittens were almost instantly off, some tumbling out of the little nest as they followed the scent of food to the hidden eggs. Once any of the kittens found one, they pounced, easily breaking the fragile shells with their teeth and claws. They quickly buried their snouts into the innards of the eggs, lapping and suckling at the yolk and making happy little snuffly squeaks. Their little tails wagged up in the air as they ate, licking the shells clean before they scampered off to find more eggs.

“Aww….it’s gross, but cute…” Rhys couldn’t help but coo even as his kittens ended up practically covered in gooey yolk, licking it off their snouts and claws and even each other as they hunted down and ate every last egg. Before, as usual, bounding back to get kisses from Rhys. The young prince let out a small laugh as he laid back against the furs of his bed, letting the kittens crawl all over him, their little tongue lapping affectionate against his face as they cuddled up against him. After a couple of moments each kitten found a nice little nook to curl up in against Rhys’ body, soon taking a quick nap with their tiny bellies full and satisfied.

“Well, that went well…” Rhys chuckled, not daring to move and possibly disturb one of his now napping kittens. They definitely needed baths now that their snouts and claws were all covered in egg yolk, but he figured he’d let them sleep for the time being. He turned his head towards Jack, who was watching the whole thing with amusement and affection. Rhys smiled softly at his mate, absently stroking the head of one the kittens who had fallen asleep on his chest.

“So I’m kind of um…occupied…think you could start roasting that lamb for when they wake up?” Rhys asked, rubbing the little nubby horns on the kittens’ head. Jack grinned, crouching down to press a kiss to Rhys’ forehead.

“Sure thing, sugarplum….and you’re welcome,” Jack rubbed a bit of yolk clinging to Rhys’ cheek, chuckling before sucking the finger into his mouth. “That was fun.”

[wildewinged-fr]

in honor of my 3-year anniversary (can u believe), here are the real troopers... they’ve stuck around so long. most of these were firsts for me in some way so i rambled in the photo captions, as i do

bonus 10th-longest-owned, just because, you know

[darthgenki]

Oh my goodness, look at these precious babbins. \(♡//∇//♡)\

サンパピ

[sickviking-fr]

Everyone look at this precious babbin!

Nora, the moody Harpy translator.