it's raining outside, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor.
the soft pit-patter of raindrops coupled with his dancing fingertips against the exposed skin of your waist is a song you haven't quite learnt the tune to yet — he lays on his side, hair tousled and damp, dark strands curling over his forehead, sleeves rolled up and tie forgotten somewhere in the doorway.
admittedly, you're in no better shape. your cheeks are cold, skin of your calves wet with rainwater from running across the busy streets with him, armful of whatever ingredients you two picked out for dinner, his suit jacket held above your head and the occasional chorus of laughter when either of you stomp a puddle and splash the other.
it's raining, and higuruma thinks he falls in love with you every single day, like it's born anew.
he falls in love with the girl he wakes up next to, mouth open and cheek smooshed into the pillows. he falls in love with the girl who doesn't know a thing about law, but argues better than him in the heat of the moment. he falls in love with the girl who kicked her boots through puddles of rain, ruining his pants — the girl who made him laugh about something so mundane.
it's raining, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor, oddly paired with his formal white shirt and a pair of pajamas, his dress pants draped over the washer — the dryer broke a few days ago, he forgot — he holds you close as he watches the water droplets race against the glass window.
he loves you.
“do you like the rain?” you ask him, head tucked into his neck, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, the question is lost on him for a moment.
“i like you.”
you don't respond yet, and higuruma opens one of his eyes, only to find you staring at him. “more than you like the rain?” he almost laughs at that, almost, and he pulls you impossibly closer.
“a lot more than i like the rain, i’m sure.”
it's raining outside, and higuruma never really liked when it rained, not at all.
he proposed to you in spring. married you in summer.
but now he hopes it rains tomorrow, he hopes you still want him then, and he hopes you'll splash him with another puddle.
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they have him pinned, but at least they're warm!
fanart for @tsunochizu 's backwards through the snow fic! im SO normal about this story (still emotionally recovering from chapter 15) i love this fic so much <3
they are the STINKIEST of family...
(for those who haven't read this fic, first of all, go read it now. but also pebbles is mostly ok. kinda. hes just dirty and stinky... amongst other things)
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"unhand those shovels, fiends!"
"hmm... no"
Moon can't escape spiders no matter where she goes. Meanwhile, Pebbles gets sneef snorfed by another orange fella
they're helping
blue guy hangout
drawing a gift?
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Lightbulb / The Lantern / Little Prion
Just wanted to show off my little scug OC. They’re The Lantern! A little sluggy that lives within the can of their local iterator. They were left behind by their family because of a shortage in food while traveling through the grounds of this iterator. Lightbulb crawled their way inside of the superstructure to protect themselves from the rain, feeding on the neuron flies within, earning their glow.
They really like the local iterator because she rambles to them about all sorts of stuff, but Lightbulb lacks the mark of communication, so to them, it’s a lot of funny noises. She calls them “Little Prion”, because they’re literally eating parts of her brain. Lightbulb does leave the can occasionally to explore! They’re sort of recognized as a colony member in a larger group of slugcats, and because they glow, members of this colony refer to them as The Lantern.
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Lightbulb (Self name)
The Lantern (Colony title)
Little Prion (Nickname)
They/Them
Lives inside of the local iterator, part of local colony.
Omnivore, prefers neuron flies.
Left behind by parent due to food shortage, lacks glow as a pup, really likes local iterator despite her obvious tolerance of them. (The iterator is saying “Oh. Little Prion…”)
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