#somft...

[necromeowncy]

🌿♡ gentle affection ♡🌿

Took some shots of my and @trueredamancy 's role play couple, Laurent & Ena. 🤍

[drakeheart]

today's been a bad brain day... so i took some screenshots of Lhuan with his very fluffy boy to feel better about it

[xeneric-shrooms]

Man I really picked the perfect colours for my custom progen, all basic looks fucking great with a lot of the ancients ESPECIALLY AURABOA

Ehhehehheheheeeee a lot of the unaccented prim genes also look good paired with the basic blood

[cyanocoraxx]

somnolence (thing about mecha and little metal)

Darkness was a pair of strong protective arms, holding it close until the promised morning. So, at two weeks old, Metal Sonic felt safest in shields of black duvet. It scaled the metal racking against the wall with ease, having learned the quickest route yesterday. Once it reached the top shelf, it sat hunched over much like a small cat, claws decidedly gripping the bars as it took rest.

Looking down in the low light, Metal took a proud mental note of how high up it was now. Any large Badnik or other machine incapable of flight would struggle to reach it here. Good. Some time away from the rabble might quell its frustrations.

There was one little detail it failed to seriously take into account - the approach of another hedgehog-series. Its signal appeared as a blip on the small robot's HUD. Metal looked up with a start. And as soon as the first crack of light invaded the small storage room, Metal let out a hiss and immediately bolted to the light on the ceiling, where it hung on for dear life, upside-down.

To an ordinary person, the sight of bright red eyes glaring right into your soul from the ceiling would be enough to make them think twice about coming any closer. However, Mecha Sonic was not conventionally ordinary, and her sibling's unusual behaviors did not deter her. Nothing really did.

So, Mecha Sonic gingerly stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Greetings, Metal Sonic."

Metal stared down at her with bright crimson optics, silently warning Mecha to stay away. Its claws gripped the light tighter, cracking the plastic casing under the force. And when Mecha failed to leave, Metal let out a low warning growl from its engine.

Mecha met its sibling's angry gaze with calm. "I mean you no harm. I detected a signal in this location and it is protocol to investigate. There is very little traffic through this room, so it flagged as abnormal."

The pair were silent for a short while, Metal keeping its optics trained squarely on Mecha, while Mecha stood quietly. The gentle hum of her older engine was a soft, familiar backdrop for the angry machine above her, and Mecha watched patiently as its optics slowly dimmed.

"You are at a substantial risk of scuffing your paint if you fall from that height. I recommend returning to ground level as soon as possible."

Metal shook its head, no. There was no logical reason to say no. It just felt right, considering that it was angry and frightened. Something about being high above ground, away from people. Something about having control over a situation. Something about, Metal was too young to understand why it was feeling this way.

"You appear to be in a state of heightened emotion. I cannot understand which emotion is currently causing you distress. However, I would… like, to understand. Will you speak with me?"

Again, no.

"Would you prefer it if I left this space. I do not wish to cause any undue distress."

No. Please, no.

Mecha took pause. There had to be a solution, there always was, and she always found it. A creature of logic and order as she was, she methodically scanned over the various shelves and boxes until her sights came to rest on a specific item. She slowly moved, as she had learned was best in her sibling's company, towards a box containing something potentially useful.

"Organic hedgehogs are burrowing creatures. And, as you were created with the hedgehog's data in your root code, I may have formulated a temporary solution."

Mecha held up a large, thick blanket - most likely once belonging to the doctor - and tilted her head expectantly. What she did not expect was for the smaller robot above her to suddenly let go of the ceiling fixture and drop straight into the blanket. Mecha's reaction was quick, and she captured the little creature in both arms before wrapping it tightly in the material.

"That was most unwise of you…" Mecha told it quietly, almost scoldingly. "There was a significant possibility of sustaining damage to your frame." Even so, she sat down, and then set the smaller creature down beside her. To her surprise, Metal, hidden under the blanket, moved closer to rest against her side.

The warmth of Mecha's engine had become soothing to Metal, and Metal clung to that sometimes, as much as it would absolutely much rather deactivate than admit that to anybot. Its needs overruled its thoughts though, and it stayed close. And its needs grew more overpowering. And its frustration slipped away. And it felt safe.

And it wanted to tell its older sibling - I'm tired. I'm scared of the world. I don't understand. I hate and I don't know why. I want to sleep but my mind won't let me. Creator keeps me up for training. I feel safe with you. Stay with me.

"I cannot understand what is troubling you, which I apologize for. However, I do wish to see you operating in a better state. What do you need me to-"

A quick scan over the smaller robot by her side told her that it had put itself into sleep mode. Taken aback, Mecha carefully lifted the blanket to check.

"Metal Sonic?"

Mecha fell quiet, consulting with the data from her scan. She came to a sudden and sobering realization that Metal had not entered into a full sleep mode cycle in three days, instead utilizing all of its power on training programs. Mecha also noted that Metal had been responding to many, many commands from their creator. Its RAM hadn't been flushed for some time, handling several short-term tasks and program values all at once. In short, the young robot was exhausted. It had a lot to learn in such a short time.

So, Mecha relaxed into a more comfortable position. She was going to be there for a while. As carefully as she could manage with her tremors, scooped her little sibling into her arms and held them, allowing the warmth of her engine to transfer to its smaller frame. Mecha, too, recalled needing to learn the complexities of language, facial recognition, protocols, and hedgehog-murdering skills, and it had been difficult to comprehend it all with a backdrop of conflicting ideas, commands, and the stresses of being a target, let alone the uncertainty of being so new to the world.

"I understand."

The next night, Metal would return to the storage room to find a neatly set pile of blankets ready for them. It chose the purple one, the same colour as its sibling's armour. At two weeks and one day old, Metal Sonic felt safest in shields of purple.

[gamenu]

         "Found ya, Rainbow Tetra~" Floyd comes to a halt and settles down on the steps leading up to Ramshackle beside her, grinning wide. "Thought you'd be out here zippin' around an' enjoying the snow. Or is it too cold for your wings?"

          Jade curls up and watches behind their shared eyes, his awareness spreading out until they're nearly one and same under their skin. He's excited to see what will happen, and frankly so is Floyd.

         "We don't have trees to decorate or anything in the sea, so we come up with other stuff." A flick of Floyd's pen conures up a box topped with seashells. It had taken a while to find a pair of shoes that would fit a fairy, but Floyd was betting on the soft colorful design to be a solid win.

         "Christmas ain't til tomorrow but open it up and try 'em out. We can't wait to see your face~☆"

                                                  -- @sweetlybite

          She did want to zip around outside like normal, but it was still too cold. The fairy hadn’t made it past the steps, simply opting to sit on the handrail. If nothing else, she had gotten distracted by the snowflakes and how large they were to her. Her wing mitts were a bit heavy still, and it was simply safer to leave them bundled up inside of her coat.

          Watching Floyd approach, she waved to him accompanied by a bright smile. Her nose and the tips of her ears were red from the cold, but with a smile that makes her freckles follow suit, she’s not wholly bothered at it. Patting the spot on the railing by her, she’s inviting him to sit.

         “I’s too cold. I have ta keep my wings in my coat otherwise they’ll crack.”

          With a nod of agreement, she understands. Naira had only recently helped Mama Ashengrotto make a bunch of ornaments and decorations. Using a handful of sea items was definitely a challenge, but it was fun for her in the end. Was it fun for Floyd too, she wonders.

          Being handed the box was definitely a surprise. There’s just a fleeting moment of the fairy being absolutely baffled and looking to Floyd before back at the box. She gets over her confusion after a moment as gloved fingers carefully open the box after he requests her to do so.

          From beneath her coat, it moves. A joyous, muffled flutter of wings as she sees the shoes. They’re so colorful! And they look so nice and comfortable as well!

          The fairy doesn’t give much thought into pulling her boots off, only having that momentary regret when the sharp cold air hits her socked feet before she puts on her new shoes.

          Looking down at her feet with a wide smile, she thinks of how to best use them. While not exactly fashion conscious, in any capacity. . .she knew the dress that Azul had gifted her would go great with these.

          Turning to Floyd, Naira throws her arms around him in a tight hug. It’s with joyous little squeal that she lifts up one of her legs to get a better look at it. “Floyd! They’re so colorful! They’re like tha flowers back home! An’ they’re comfy too! Thank ya so much!”

[housecow]

this time next year i must retake this picture and if im not fatter, something is DEEPLY wrong

[raphaerolo]

Touch starved post-zygerria tasuki codywan ...

( @smoosey thank u for the inspo)

[theplushiefox]

Anyone who has recently discovered my Rise comics from a year and a half ago - HI!!! WELCOME!!! This is you LUCKY DAY as I am once again hyperfixated on these turtles!!!

And thank goodness, because I have only now discovered @remedyturtles 's fics on ao3 and??? How did I not know about these back in 2023??

This is one of my absolute favorite scenes from firefight and I definitely did not reread it like twenty times because the way- the WAY these traumatized babies just LOVE and TRUST each other!!

Chapter 36 had me in a chokehold for days because just the- the way Leo absolutely melts because he's just so so tired and the way Raph feels more at ease because he can hold his little brother in his arms and has a feeling of "I've got him" is just * chefs kiss * THANK YOU REM FOR THE DELICIOUS FOOD

Please read ALL of Rem's fics as they are just so very well written and you can feel every character in your frickin guts, it's great

Anywhizzle, background is fully made up from default Clip Studio Paint brushes cuz I'm lazy af BUT look at the background colors. Just look at them.

[felixeis003]

Good Luck Kiss ;))

[hadsbae]

Some Haddotin for you 😚✨️ Tintin dared Haddock to shave (blasphemy🙈)

[letitrainathousandflames]

I wish you a soft bed, clean sheets, a cool pilow against your cheek. An uninterrupted, recharging night's sleep. A gentle, lazy morning of dewdrops and birdsong to wake up to. I wish you a new day, a new chance, a new beginning.

[astravires]

[ptnia19773882]

Date gone wrong…or maybe not? 🤔

Happy birhday, Rahu!

Actually made (some kind of) a story to go along with it but I’m to lazy to draw it properly 😭

Bonus: The best wingman goes to this goodest boyo

He just wanted them to kith kith fall in love 🥺

[raphaerolo]

Cozywan for cozy season

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 139

Geralt has noticed some... Things... About his traveling companion, Jaskier. Troublesome things. Like how he's almost certainly of faeblood. It's just little things he does or says or is that make Geralt's imaginary radar go off. He never uses iron utensils, He is truthful to a fault, He's mischievous and lustful, He never breaks a promise, not in an honorable way, but almost in a way as if fate is forcing his body to complete whatever he promised, no matter what. He's also gorgeous. Even in times when the road should've worn him down. Where there should be dust or grime, Jaskier somehow still shines like a freshly polished jewel. And don't even get Geralt started on the impossibility of Jaskier's freakishly vibrant blue eyes. That is NOT human! There are always wildflowers when Jaskier walks in the woods, even sometimes when they are out of season. Trees seem to bend toward him, always making a cover for the rain to keep him dry. When he went swimming, Geralt swears the water looks cleaner afterward. One time Geralt got tired of human-safe food, and decided to cook their dinner that night differently. He cooked one serving all the way, safe for humans, and one only a little, still nice and raw, unsafe for humans. And yet Geralt came back from feeding Roach to find Jaskier happily chowing down on the raw one. Geralt went to warn him, but stopped. Could Jaskier really not tell the difference? Surely the texture and taste was different... And then Jaskier was done. Geralt waited a few days, just sure Jaskier would fall ill, as humans usually did when eating food Geralt has learned is unsafe for them, but Jaskier didn't fall ill. In fact, he seemed healthier than ever. Which could only mean he isn't human. When Geralt talks to Jaskier and hints about knowing however, Jaskier doesn't seem to realize. Which means he must not even know. Geralt paces around camp. How is he to break the news to Jaskier that Jaskier has fae in his blood? Perhaps his mother cheated, perhaps one of his parents were a changeling, perhaps a grandparent wasn't what they said they were, perhaps he, himself, is a changeling... Jaskier returns from a bathroom break and cocks an eyebrow at his witcher pacing around camp like a restless animal. "Geralt? Darling, what are y-" "Jaskier, you're fae." Geralt blurts. Fuck. That is not how he wanted to break the news to poor Jaskier. Jaskier is standing there, face paling, eyes wide, breath coming in short rasps. It's difficult news to deliver, and Geralt did it insensitively. Jaskier seems to be panicking. Geralt will help him, will comfort him. Fae or not, that's his Jaskier. Jaskier is freaking the FUCK out. Geralt found out he's fae! Fuckfuckfuck! He thought he was so good at hiding it! Sure, there were a few slipups here and there, as there is with any big secret, but he really thought Geralt was none the wiser! He should've known the monsterhunter would recognize a monster when he saw one. Now Jaskier must decide if he'll die by Geralt's hand, or try to outrun the witcher, as surely no man wants to be companions with a member of the trickster faefolk.

[angeart]