The rhythmic rumble of Garble’s snores echoed through his cavernous lair, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through the very gold and gems he slept atop. He lay sprawled, a mountain of crimson scales and dark orange fins, utterly lost in the embrace of slumber. Never had his hoard felt so… plush. So soft. It was like drifting on a cloud, a fluffy, ethereal cushion of pure bliss, utterly unlike the usual rigid, cold comfort of a treasure pile. He shifted, a contented sigh escaping his snout, intending to burrow deeper into this newfound softness, when a faint, unfamiliar sound reached his ears.
*Crinkle.*
He froze. One ear, a large, leathery fin, twitched, then the other, both perking up like radar dishes. Confusion, a rare emotion for his waking hours, rippled across his still-closed face. He shuffled again, just a fraction, a tiny wiggle of his hip.
*Crinkle.*
His tail, a thick, powerful appendage, twitched, brushing against the mysterious surface beneath him.
*Crinkle.*
His brow furrowed. What in the Badlands was that? Gold didn't crinkle. Gems certainly didn't. Groggy, still half-asleep, he slowly lifted his head, eyes remaining stubbornly shut. The ambient glow of the magma pool, usually a comforting orange pulse, seemed to waver, casting odd, yellowish reflections. He finally cracked open an eye, then the other, the vibrant orange irises narrowed, still heavy with sleep.
At first, he saw nothing but the familiar sparkle of his hoard, a chaotic mosaic of emeralds, rubies, and glittering gold coins. But something was… off. A strange, hazy yellow veil seemed to cling to everything, a soft, almost ethereal glow. Why did his rubies look like they were wrapped in sunshine? Why did the granite walls of his cave, usually a cool, dark canvas, have a buttercup tint?
Then, his eyes shot wide open, the last vestiges of sleep fleeing in a sudden, brutal assault of reality.
What he was staring at, directly in front of his nose, was not a reflection. It was the delicate, ruffled edge of a tutu. A ridiculous, frilly, *yellow* tutu. His gaze snapped downwards, a wave of icy dread washing over him. On his belly, where his sturdy cream underbelly plates should have been, was a small, cartoon sun. It wore sunglasses, a wide, goofy smile plastered across its face. And it was emblazoned on a… shirt? No, a onesie. A *buttercup yellow* onesie that seemed to stretch endlessly down his body. He couldn’t see the bottom of it.
He tried to raise a hand, to pull at the ridiculous fabric, but his movement was clumsy, hindered. He looked at his paw, and his jaw dropped. It was encased in something bulky, something soft and round. He tried to grab it with his other hand, only to find that one, too, was similarly adorned. They were plush, like oversized oven mitts, buttercup yellow with white palms, separated by a cream trim along the seam. They made his large, powerful hands feel like useless, oversized blobs.
A deep, mortified blush crept up his neck, spreading across his face, staining his red scales a darker, almost purple hue. These were baby mittens. He could feel something tickling his neck, a delicate sensation. He fumbled with his mittened hands, clumsily reaching up to his throat. A string? No, laces. What were they attached to? His fingers, encased in the soft, bulky fabric, brushed against something plush on his head. A hat? It felt like a pillow.
With a grunt of effort, he reached for a nearby, particularly shiny emerald, its surface polished smooth from years of his slumber. He brought it close, peering into its reflective depths.
A bonnet. He was wearing a baby bonnet. Buttercup yellow, with a frilly cream trim.
“Oh, for the love of…!” he growled. He tried to sit up, to fling himself off his hoard, but it was like there was a massive, soft pillow wrapped around his midsection, preventing his legs from coming together. The mittens, of course, were no help whatsoever. He grunted, he huffed, he flailed, a giant, furious baby attempting to escape its fluffy prison. His tail slapped uselessly against the gold coins. *Thwack! Clink!*
After several minutes of awkward, undignified wriggling, Garble finally managed to roll onto his tummy, his face buried in the soft, crinkly fabric of his own ridiculous attire. He pushed himself up, straining, his powerful muscles protesting against the strange encumbrance. Finally, with a mighty heave, he managed to stand, wobbling precariously. His legs, however, remained stubbornly apart. It was like there was a thick, soft cushion wedged between them.
Garble stared down at his lower half, his brain struggling to process the impossible sight. It was soft, puffy, and impossibly thick. He vaguely remembered Smolder, his sister, chattering about something similar, something those pony foals wore. What was it called? A… a *diaper*! That’s what it was! He even gave himself a small, self-congratulatory nod for figuring it out.
Then, his eyes shot wide open, the realization hitting him like a rockslide. A diaper. *A DIAPER?!*
A deep, furious pink blush erupted across his face, spreading from his snout to the tips of his ear fins. He was dressed like a giant, overgrown two-year-old, complete with matching mittens, onesie, and bonnet. And on the chest of his onesie, pinned with a small, shiny safety pin, was a small, pink note. He squinted, trying to read the tiny, elegant script.
"Get Babied Doofus ❤️"
His roar of outrage was cut short, a strangled gurgle of pure, unadulterated mortification. He began bouncing from one foot to the other, a frantic, red-scaled pogo stick, praying to the ancient dragon spirits that no one, *no one*, would ever see him like this. His eyes darted around the cave, searching for an escape, a hole to crawl into, anything to hide his utter humiliation.
From the dark corner of the cave, near the glittering reflection of the lava pool, a quiet, almost imperceptible giggle echoed. Discord, the draconequus, leaned against a jagged granite outcropping, a wide, smug grin splitting his face. His mismatched eyes, sparkled with mischief. He held up a small, rectangular device, its lens glinting in the low light. turning it towards himself for a selfie, he gave a little smile *Click!*

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srry for the day or two with no uploads >w>;; I spent so long on this one, I think I actually hurt my hand >>;; was very much inspired by  _adwdwrew24 here on Fa :3c wanted to draw my favorite dragon in a similar situation~ you don't have to be very perceptive to see that I've been using this boy as my avatar for a little while now, and for good reason. I'm pretty much adopting him and making this guy my OC >w> It wasn't what I planned to do, it kinda just happened, I mean, everyone knows me as padded red dragon; So why not make it the cutest red dragon? expect to see more Garble in the future~ as well as more pics of him paired with discord and a couple other dragons :3

I'm open for comms too~ I'm just looking for a couple to help me be set for august. so I can wrap up other pieces I'm working on for other people. If you're interested, hit me up in DMs! C;