#ducky fuzz

[theaudiencelovesyou]

FUZZY DUCK, DUCKY FUZZ, DUZZY FUCK, -DOES HE DOES HEFUCKY DUZZAYYYYY, FUZZY DUCK, DUCKY FUZZ, DUZZYFUCK, FUCKY-DUZZ AHAHA HA.. .

Fuzzy duck, ducky fuzz... ?

Oh hell- please don’t get the audience going again, at one point in time they were repeating that one for ages, it was mind-numbing.

I mean don’t get me wrong, audience participation can be fun! But the most outspoken ones amongst us can be such a nightmare once they get stuck in a loop…

[leonsleftbicep]

Hi I have gay little feelings so I'm sharing them with you my gay little shooting star.

IV and Vessel lying in bed just chilling to soft music and unwinding after a long day, okay ? Right ?

IV has his pillow propped half against the wall, half on the mattress, and his head resting on it. Vessel laid his head on his chest, like he's done it all his life, like that's where he's always belonged and where he keeps belonging. IV suddenly noticed that, even after years knowing him. He does that every single time. He puts his ear to his chest and listens. IV couldn't fathom how important his own heartbeat was to Vessel. How responsive it was to him. Each beat of his heart, pumping with love or rage or fear and excitement, revolved around Vessel like he was the sun. The core of his very being was a simple object influenced by Vessel's force. It was completely under his control, and it's as if Vessel didn't even do it on purpose, like he didn't even try.

And he trusted him with it. He knew, no matter how comfortable he was with him or how easily he could overpower him and have him obey to his every whim, Vessel would never control it willingly. He would never trick him, manipulate him, take advantage of him, fool him in any way. IV was already enough as he was, Vessel didn't need to push him to be more, to give more. Everything IV gave, Vessel harvested and cherished. As the sun, his own natural light was enough for flowers to bloom in IV's heart.

Their own little garden, confined in such a mundane moment as Vessel falling asleep on IV's chest, who was gently and slowly raking his fingers through his hair. The kiss he placed to his head, it held more than any word could convey. IV could cry because of how beautiful his beloved was, his lips pressed on his head and eyes closed. He could abandon his body, forget time and space, and just exist with Vessel.

He exists. He is real. And he's all IV's. And IV could never thank Sleep enough.

oh my lort

IV’s heart being Vessels lullaby

your little gay thoughts are actually quite big, makes me want to lay in bed all day and just read it over again and daydream.

kissing you on the forehead, mwa mwa.

keep up the thoughts William, my ask box is open for more thoughts.

[llimerrence]

Roland: Is actually in love with Caroline and has proof

The Carolina protection squad, from a distance: damn

[lacystar]

So scared to listen to the new Marina song

[pedge-page]

Joel Dealing with Wife: The Duck Dilemma, Resolved

Joel Miller x F! Reader

not necessary to read but here's Part 1

Summary: Joel explores new ways to get the Ducks out of the Miller house once and for all

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When Joel wakes up, there's a blurred yellow fuzz thing—a fucking duck—standing on his chest, staring down its brown and yellow stained bill right along his own snout and directly into his soul.

"Dinner," he grunts with a sneer.

The little duckie utters an unbothered quack and hops off to the side. If only to its death over the cliff of his bedside edge. Only not so, for Sarah, who's standing by his side of the bed, scoops her up safely in her careful grasp. She leans on her tip toes and kisses Daddy on the cheek, and then holds the duck expectedly to his face with her big beady round baby eyes.

He grits his teeth, his chest grumbling with contained annoyance. 

His daughter, the light of his fucking life, only leans closer to him, Duckie held high with expectant gleam. Letting out a quick sigh, he makes quick work to peck its fluffy little self on the forehead. 

And one by one, he does so for all 6 ducklings she raises up to his lips carefully. He’s kissed more duck heads than he’s ever wanted to in his whole life now. 

She sets the last one down on the floor and walks away, a trail of 6 duckies following her with their aide to side waddles.

How she and you came up with the names Eenie Meenie Miney, Pickles, Pringles, and Presto, he will never ask. They all look exactly the same but somehow Sarah can tell them apart. 

Although, Sarah has called them EE, MEE, My, Picole, Pingle, Pwesto.

God Bless her.

“This one is Pringles—no wait that’s… that’s uh. Eenie? Wait Meenie?” You’re holding three in your arms, lifting them closely, trying to find the identifiable marks you’ve used as cheat sheet to remember them. Failing miserably. 

“Pwesto!” Sarah clarifies, stomping her foot and taking her baby duck back into her arms. They always nibble at her ear lobes, causing the little child to erupt into giggles.

“She’s making it up, I swear. She doesn’t know which ones are which…” you whisper to Joel.

“Just admit you can’t keep track of your hoard of children you keep bringing into this house.”

You frown. “I want 12 more kids from you. So lift your skirt and get to baby stuffing,” you say snakily, slapping his ass.

He sips his coffee with massive bags under his eyes as two ducks sit on top of the stove.

Some thoughts, albeit as brilliant as they are, would get him sent straight to hell. Like the one swimming in his brain at the opportunity right now.

He glances to the left, then right, then slowly reaches for the gas igniting knob along the stove top. Directly below the unsuspecting ducklings…

Threatening growls come from the floor below. He rolls his eyes and backs off with his hand in the air to show retreat, as fearsome Mommy number 2 (3?) Spoon here comes to save the day.

“Ya used to be on my side, lady,” he hums to the dog.

And it’s true. Spoon didn’t know how to react at first. She went from single pet baby sitting a little girl to being swarmed by 6 freaky little two footed flap flaps, the weirdest looking puppies she’s ever seen. When they crowded and yapped incessantly around her, she kept picking her feet up and backing up to avoid them, but they all just kept coming at all angles all over. At one point from sheer curiosity, she hesitantly puts one in her mouth.

 Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs and pointed to Spoon accusingly.

 "Yes good Spoon! That's good girl!" Joel claps quietly. He knows you two wouldn’t blame innocent Spoon if she accidentally ate a duck or half dozen. 

Unfortunately, Spoon does not like the sensation of the duck eating out her extra snack crumbs sitting in her teeth, instantly spitting the little guy out like a bowling ball. She jumps on the couch to avoid the rest, and they all flail helplessly trying to reach her. 

By the next day, Joel prayed maybe Spoon decided she wanted a late night duck-goulash and had swallowed his 6 new problems. Instead, you found the ducks nested tightly against Spoon’s body, sleeping into her heated belly like her own little babies.   "Cmon girl not you too,” Joel says, but Spoon growls at him  when he tries to take them away. She doesn't mind when they yap and tap, just lies down with them peddling all over her body and head, sighing in defeat.

"Did we just make Spoon a mom of 6 overnight?”

 Duck Duty has taken over the house 24/7. 

When Joel goes to the shower, pulling back the curtain, there's duckies paddling in the tub.

He has to empty his shoes before stepping in them because, lo and behold, a damn duck is in there.

There’s more frozen pea bags in the freezer specifically labeled for each duck than he can fit his pizza pockets in there.

“THATS IT!” He barks loudly when you and Sarah are tucking the ducks in his bed sheets for a movie night.

You all, including Spoon and all the duckies, go quiet and look up. 

Except, instead of finishing a statement, that is it. Joel storms out of the room the next moment, leaving you all sitting speechless.

Two seconds later you turn on the TV and all eyes focus on the screen to resume your movie night like normal.

-

Joel disappears in the garage for 3 days. You called Tommy asking if he was going to work, but Tommy told you he had called to let everyone know he would be unattainable for the weekend. Absolutely NO ONE was to disturb him. You could hear sparks and saw blades flying in the garage, heavy banging and all kinds of construction going on. Maybe you should be a little concerned. He hasn’t done anything else but this. 

You rub your hands together, braving the knock on the garage door. Maybe you had gone too far with the ducks. Was he preparing to build himself a new house to live away from you all? A death trap for the ducks to fall into?

A new wife???

You tighten your ass cheeks and raise your knuckles.

The door swings open before you can pound. A sweaty, dirty, musky, saw dust covered Joel Miller, with messy slick hair, flannel and low hanging jeans complete with his decades old tool belt greeted you with gritted teeth.

“S’done,” he says plainly.

“W-what’s done?”

He takes your hand and leads you out. “Sarah! Ducks! Fall in!”

Sarah hops off her chair that she was braiding her doll’s hair. As she follows behind you, all 6 quickly growing Duckies  follow behind her like a pre-school hand holding chain.

You all round out the now empty garage and towards the backyard gate. He opens it and shoves forward.

Part of the backyard and side of the house has been transformed into a Duck Oasis Paradise. A custom built duck house with heating lamps, fresh bedding and smoothed wood adorn the area, with a water fountain and splash pad of fresh water constantly rippling their own little Duckie pond/pool. Each duck has its own feeding station, and even custom bed slots with “Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Pickles, Pringles, Presto” hand painted for their own bunks. There’s a raised mini bed for Sarah to lie in with a canopy so they can cuddle and watch projector movies outside. Joel had even installed a side door that leads into the garage if absolutely need be they MUST come inside once again. Everything is painted to Sarah’s princess house liking, and she is able to sit inside the and play around the area while it maintains its Duck-necessities.

As if she had just met the real Santa Clause, Sarah screeches excitedly and runs around with the ducks to explore their new home.

Joel’s hands are on his hips, smirking proudly at your reaction.

Your mouth is on the floor. When the FUCK?? HOW the fuck??

“You thought I was gonna cook em’ didn’t ya?” He boasts.

“I —wushhshh pshhh—N--ta—nmmm-pshhh.” You don’t have words to try to deny it. 

“Ah huh.” He points to his cheek … well, cheekily. “C’mere and give it ta me.”

Inserted, you grip his face, turn him to face you, and plant your entire mouth on his, swallowing his lips and his entire body if you could.

He grins and kisses you back. 

“When are you going to put this much effort into putting another baby in me?” You tease while curling his hair.

He’s left quite shocked, and is about to suggest the two of you stow away while the kids are occupied until—

Sarah runs up like she’s about to pole vault and launches herself into her Dad’s arms for the biggest hug a todler can muster. Joel bends down to his knees to return her kisses.

And that would have been it, were it not for the duck that’s immediately in her hands, held right to his cheek.

“Ugh,” he groans with rolled eyes. He holds it all in as Sarah lifts them to nibble at his beard stubble in a duck fashioned kiss, each getting a turn to clean his facial hair.

You clasp your hands together, beaming at possibly the greatest man the earth had ever put out.

She runs off with the ducks following to go play with their new land.

“2 adults. 1 kid. 1 dot. And 6 ducks…” he says, referring back to your previous comment. “That ain’t enough for ya?”

“12.”

“12…?” Were you serious about 12 kids????

“Ducks,” you state plainly, avoiding his eyes.

“Wh—what, are they all pregnant?” He asks incredulously.

“No…” you lock your fingers together, sealing side to side in the way Sarah does when she’s admitting to doing something horribly wrong. “I thought you were going to eat these ones… and I didn’t want Sarah to be sad and so I … maybe… it’s actually really funny, Joel.”

“YOU BOUGHT—SIX—MORE—DUCKS???”

“Ohh oh no!” You shake your head, as if hoping to dissipate the steam billowing from his ears. Though it’s almost like he knows it’s not any better. “Um… it’s way worse… I bought 12 more ducks. So that’s 18 total,” you smile widely with fearful yet innocent eyes.

Joel sits straight up in bed, his heart hammering and sweat persperating along his entire skeleton.  He clutches his heart, remembering to breathe in the night air, grounding himself in his surroundings from the nightmare. You’re sound asleep at his side, peaceful as ever.

He tosses the blanket and darts off to Sarah’s room. His girl sleeps just as innocently as you, with her teddy clutched under her arm. Lying atop her fuzzy pink decorative rug is Spoon, who raises her head curiously at the intrusion. He does a quick search, but nothing else moves in the room.

Joel runs to the backyard, foregoing any shoes. Despite no evidence in the house, he doesn’t get his hopes too high. He flips on the lights of the duck barn (which was not a dream), and braceshimself.

While he would have liked to have seen 0 flat footed peddling little yellow shits, a mere 6, and ONLY 6, ducks rest in their designated bed, tilting their head at him staring them down.

He wipes the sweat from his forehead and takes a relieving breath.

“Thank fucking duck.”

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[sunny-cheese]

Duck :)

[lollier]

GN! Mc:Fuzzy duck, ducky fuzz

F! MC :Does he fuck? Fuck he does!

M! MC:What makes it even better is that this could be love

The brothers :* trying to figure out who they are talking about *

[yourdailymenace]

Fuzzy Duck? Ducky Fuzz, Does he f-ck? 😳

This song has been on my mind for awhile and I can't I'm a Lucifer Simp I HAVE TO DO IT!!

[leonsleftbicep]

Helo my sweet little pathetic wet dandelion, I'm thinking about laying down on a picnic blanket in a garden during the night with II. And the stars shine bright and the shooting stars are plentiful and the night is magical. And perhaps does II's fingers brush against yours and he wants to hold your hand sooo bad but he doesn't want to be awkward or anything. Then he thinks "fuck it" and just grabs it and entwines your fingers and brushes his thumb across your knuckles.

Next thing you know, your head is on his chest and he can't tear his eyes away from you, even when there's a shooting star.

"II look !" You say, pointing at the sky.

"Mmh... beautiful." But he did not look away from you at all and he's still playing with your hair.

And you know, maybe you fall asleep on him but the night gets cold, so he carries you back inside and tucks you in bed. He takes off your shoes and put them in their place neatly, takes off the clothing that might be uncomfortable for you to sleep in like a vest or something and puts them in place, making sure the layer of blankets is enough to keep you warm. When he's about to leave, your sleepy little fist tightens on his shirt, and he can't help but feel like you're holding his heart in the palm of your hand. He snuggles in, kissing your forehead longingly, mustache brushing on your forehead, and wraps his arms around you. You both fall asleep as a mess of tangled limbs and heart strings. The blankets were warm, but nothing compares to the love nestled in your chests.

me laying in the floor (i actually had to do that after reading this for the first time)

now, I’ve been planning to go star gazing up in the mountains since last fall. so this eased some yearning for me. and how the fuck did you know?

also the II mustache mentioned got me super happy.

[llimerrence]

Lucy: so who is this ?

Norm: oh this is mcki-

McKinley: hi I’m his wife

Lucy: … what?

Norm: no seriously what

[damien-rhone]

Fuzzy duck, ducky fuzz... ?

Is this that one Tik Tok sound from two years ago?

[the-xolotl]

˚₊‧꒰১𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓໒꒱‧₊˚

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲?

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⟢ Dusk Meets Dawn at Twilight - Lucifer x moth!OC Vésper ; Hazbin Hotel | sfw, angst

⟢ Songbird, Sing Me a Song - Alastor x Reader ; Hazbin Hotel | sfw, singing for him

⟢ What a Bloody Mess ! - Alastor x Reader ; Hazbin Hotel | nsfw, mdni

⟢ A Taste of Darkness Itself - Alastor x Reader x Shadow ; Hazbin Hotel | nsfw, mdni

⟢ Worshiping At His Feet - Alastor x Reader ; Hazbin Hotel | nsfw, mdni

✧ What I Think Your Hazbin Fav Says about You - Mini analysis ; Hazbin Hotel | sfw

✩ Bring You to Heaven - David Shaw x Reader ; Redacted Audio | nsfw, mdni

✩ Darling Can I Be Your Favorite? - Alastor x Reader ; Hazbin Hotel | sfw, one-sided affection

✩ It Hurts Being Nothing, It’s Worse Being Something With You - Alastor x Reader ; Hazbin Hotel | sfw, unrequited love

✩ Morning Kisses - Alastor x Reader ; Hazbin Hotel | sfw, fluff

✩ Sweet, Soft Shadow Man - Alastor x Reader ; Hazbin Hotel | sfw, fluff

✩ Take It Right - Alastor x Reader ; Hazbin Hotel | nsfw, mdni

✩ Rising With the Sun - Alastor x Reader ; Hazbin Hotel | nsfw, mdni

ᯓ Peeping-Drone - Alastor x Reader ; Hazbin Hotel | nsfw, mdni

ᯓ Three’s Not Always a Crowd - Alastor x OC x OC ; Hazbin Hotel | nsfw, mdni

♪ By the Sea: Rafayel - Rafayel ; Love and Deepspace

♪ Being in love with Xiao - Xiao ; Genshin Impact

♪ Angel & Davey's shared playlist - David Shaw ; Redacted Audio

♪ LIGHTBRINGER // HELLRAISER - Lucifer ; Hazbin Hotel

♪ HELL'S NOON RADIO SHOW - Alastor ; Hazbin Hotel

{LUCIFER FICS HAVE BEEN PUT ON HOLD}

Fuzzy Duck, Ducky Fuzz. - Lucifer x moth!OC Vésper | nsfw, oral sex ; 54% Progress

Taking a Bite Off the Forbidden Fruit. - Lucifer x fem!Reader | nsfw, morning sex ; 2% Progress

Look at You, Doing Such a Good Job. - Lucifer x fem!Reader | nsfw, punishment w/ happy ending ; 53% Progress

Kinky Lucifer Headcanons. - Lucifer | nsfw, headcanons ; 43% Progress

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[duckiewashere]

Hinges

A door?

That door was not there before,

At least I don’t believe it was

My mind has this new fuzz.

A static. An unease.

The brass knob seems uncanny,

Wooden frame not shaped quite right.

It calls to me like the siren’s cry.

Creaking. Squeaking. Wailing.

Rusted hinges infringing my ability to think

As my breath hitches. The spiral, this pattern

Within the door, it draws me in,

A web this wretched spider decided to spin.

It wraps me in color, restrains me in its maze.

Who would trap me? I scream. I yell. I thrash.

There is no Who, only a What.

A What. A Distortion. A Damage.

What I am is, Gone.

There never was a Door.

Never was a Me.

Never was a Me.

A poem from my creative writing class where our prompt was to practice using onomatopoeia! I fear I got a little lost in the sauce if you will… whoopsie daisies

Had a blast writing this tho all things considered I think it turned out p decent!!

Secondary note that Duckie is VERY MUCH not a poet and is just going entirely with the vibes. I am not looking for critique this is entirely for fun, thank you ^^