#fluffy trash

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕩

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴇx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ʀᴇx ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ-ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ-ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ/ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ (ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ), ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 1.7ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴡᴇʟᴘ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ᴛʀᴀꜱʜ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴇꜱꜱ. ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʀɪᴘᴘʟɪɴɢ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ. ꜱᴏᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴏ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

It wasn’t far till dawn; the dark sky no longer sucked in everything surrounding it into darkness, taking on a new, bright blue color, and the bustling of Coruscant slowly rose again as the early risers of the city began the day. Rex’s brain was wired strictly to wake up at 0600; but at 0640, he barely stirred beside her, even when she began to slowly detach herself from his grasp. 

The night before was filled with something rough and desperate, a love that was only reserved for when they were truly, completely alone. Then, he let himself lose just an ounce of control; tugged at her hair, gripped her wrists, buck into her core almost rabidly. It wasn’t much, but it was the most he ever let down. And she knew damn well and treasured it greatly. 

But now, after the harshness of last night, was something else entirely; tender and loving. With his grasp as he slept, he was grateful; thanked her over and over again endlessly for her presence in his life, the fact that he could go to her apartment and come home to such a gift. He could never thank her or express his gratitude enough. 

Possibly that's why he gripped her wrist when she tried to slip out of bed. 

She gasped softly, and his eye, still half closed, opened completely and met hers. Her hair was not as neatly brushed back as she liked it, no thanks to his hands. Only wearing panties and the top of his blacks, the soft skin of her thighs looked so delectable under the soft light of dawn. 

“I thought you were asleep,” She rasped out, voice hoarse. He grinned, very softly, only a fragment of the happiness he felt in her presence, and shook his head. Half of his face was still buried in a pillow. 

“Why’d you think you could sneak out?” He asked her. She raised an eyebrow, slightly bewildered. 

“I’m just going to turn off the lights.” She gestured toward the bathroom. Just as they left it when they fell asleep, the bright yellow lights in the bathroom peeked through the door.  Under the door to the hallway, he could see light pouring through as well. 

Rex grumbled, pouting a little just to entice her. She knew how strict she was about turning off the lights; paying the electric and water bills in a city like Coruscant wasn’t easy. She must’ve been itching the second she noticed to quickly sneak out, turn off the lights, and return to Rex in bed. But he was finding it difficult to have her leave that long, especially when he was getting deployed that afternoon.  He didn't want to waste any second not in her presence, not in her arms; frankly, he did 't know how long he'd be gone for, how long a holopic will the the only way he could see her smile; he wanted to savor every single moment possible. 

“It’ll be quickm I swear,” She said, and slipped out before trying to tug her wrist away from him. She managed to free her wrist from his grasp, but he rolled closer to where she walked too, outstretching an arm to her. 

“Quick is too long,” He complained; while she huffed, he only smirked and leaned the top of his body off the bed, wrapping his arms around her torso and pulling her back into the bed.

“Rex!” She squealed out, giggling as his arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her in place on his lap as he kissed her neck insistently. His hands moved up, coming to softly cup the side of her breasts, and she sighed softly, her body falling victim to his touches.

She could feel the smirk that formed when she relaxed.

“So I guess you’re staying.”

She gasped, realizing the little plan he initiated, and shoved herself off of him. Limp, he fell backward, his back colliding with the bed as his mouth fell open. 

“C’mon!”

“You tricked me,” She retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. This only caused his eyes to drift downward to where her breasts pushed together, and she scoffed and dropped her arms, stomping her foot lightly. “Whatever. I’ll be back.” And with an accusing finger pointed at his smug face, she turned around quickly and went to turn off all the lights around the apartment. 

Rex sighed and let his head roll backward. As his eyes fluttered closed, he drifted away, trying to focus only on the sound of her distant footsteps and humming. A small smile crept up on his face; he relaxed a bit more even, practically sinking into the mattress.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but by the time he was fully up again, he could hear the sizzling of something over the stove in the other room. With a heave, he pushed himself off the bed and walked into her kitchen, seeing her prode at a pancake on a pan. Rex groaned and dipped down, taking heavy steps before he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. His lips formed a petty, cute little pout when they found a spot to rest on the side of her neck.

“You lied,” he said once he finished kissing over a little bruise he left the night before.

She hummed, faux confusion laced in.

“You didn't come back to bed.”

She sighed, dropping the utensil onto the pan, and covered his hands with her own, sloppily interlacing their fingers.

“You were out like a light by the time I came back”

“What time is it now?”

She hesitated. But eventually, the words slipped out meekly.

“0900”

Rex just managed to suppress any large reaction, and instead decided to pinch at the soft skin of her thigh ever so slightly. She squealed.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He interrogated, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder. It rose and fell as she shrugged, looking the other way guiltily. 

“Looked like you needed the sleep,” She commented, moving the pancake around aimlessly. “Would you grab a plate for me, please?”

“Of course, cyare,” He said, rather cheekily, but still did it immediately at her request. Not once did his other hand move from where it rested on her stomach while he did the job; he was firmly pressed against her back, with no plans of moving any time soon. She lifted the pan and slid the pancake onto the plate he held out for her, going to grab the bowl of batter to pour another.

“Thank you, cyare,” She mimicked the pet name he always endearingly called her. He couldn't see her face very well, but he just managed to catch the way her lips tilted upward cheekily. The rest he could fill in himself in his mind. 

“Why are you so relentless about that name?”

“I’m not!” She defended herself. “I just think it’s really cute, you know? How you call me that” She turned her head around to face him. A little smile just managed to creep up, and it spread to his infectiously.

“Hm, you love it.” He finished the sentence with a soft kiss on her neck, and as she flipped the pancake onto the uncooked side. She didn’t disagree, not even close. But she didn’t respond either; she hummed along to a tune, a tune they had heard the night before and danced to when she dragged him onto the floor at 79’s, practically on her knees begging for just one song. He didn’t say no to her, how could he? But what they did wasn’t really dancing. It was more of Rex slowly rocking himself back and forth his two heels while she took the lead, and even that just turned into a shameless grind surrounded by a crowd of his brothers and their own companions. But the song that soundtracked the moment had been engraved in his head, quite quickly for such a short period of time. He remembered it well when she began to hum the tune, rather sloppily.

It felt like an eternity she took making the pancakes, until finally when Rex had begun to doze off in the crook of her neck, she turned around in his arms. Her hands met at the back of his neck, pressing him closer to her frame.

“I wanted to treat you,” She added. When he flashed her a sly skeptical look, she shrugged defensively. “I don’t know how long you’ll be gone for.”

That was the comment that almost had Rex get lost in his thoughts again. That same dreaded feeling that plagued him when he was away from her, anticipating that every day out in battle could be his last. She saw the shift in his eyes, and she quickly changed the subject, coming up to stroke his cheek.

“You treat me so well, I felt a little guilty.”

He seemed perplexed. Eyes still glued to hers, he gripped onto the backs of her thighs, swiftly lifting her up and moving them toward the counter, sitting her atop it beside the two fresh plates of pancakes.

“Why would you think that?” He asked her. Gingerly, his chin tilted up and he softly placed a lingering, groggy morning kiss on her lips. She seemed to be more awake than he was; she reciprocated enthusiastically. 

“You treat me better than the universe ever did.”

Her chin dipped down and she hid her sweet little grin. He firmly lifted her head up to catch the smile. 

“I’m serious, cyare,” His hands came to cup her cheeks, softly stroking the eyebags hanging under her eyes, trying to smooth them out under the pads of his thumbs. She appreciated the sentiment, but it was hard to imagine it would do any repairing. 

“I know,” She said softly, dipping down and kissing his nose, so incredibly soft. “I know you think that.”

Rex huffed, before going in with his hands, taking off a piece of one of the pancakes and popping it into his mouth. As he chewed, he shook his head in disapproval. And with a rough swallow, he finished his thought, so assured in what he was saying.

“And I know it's true.”

[idontknowmyownmind]

Father I don't want to Get Married RokCale version using Jubel and Regis story

Duke Roksu

In their first life, they had backstreet relationship

No one, and I mean not a single soul, know about their relationship

Despite their intimate and warm relationship, there are underline doubt, insecurities, and misunderstanding they harbor alone without telling their partner

Cale was accused of poisoning the Crown Prince

Roksu pulled Cale quite roughly, unintentionaly, toward a dungeon and gave him dagger without actually telling anything

Paired with his cold eyes and harsh tone, it's not a surprise that Cale misunderstood

Like Jubel who choose to end her life, so is Cale who rather take his own life than let Roksu did it

Everyone was shocked when they found Roksu, the cold, stoic and rarely smile Duke, pour his heart out while holding the corpse of the 'traitor'

The way he cry and holding him tight yet gentle

Unlike Regis who lost his mind and killed everyone, Roksu grief by locking himself with Cale's corpse

He become colder, always staying inside his chamber where Cale is

His family are worried, but everything they did doesn't seems like reaching him

They keep a close eye on him, fearing he will do something drastic

But they were careless for a moment and the next thing they found is Roksu cold, bloody, body beside Cale, hugging him close

In their second life, Roksu decided to let his closed companion aware of their relationship

So if something happened to Cale, he know they will protected him

Everything is fine, with Roksu hovering over Cale quite protectively

But, again, Cale died by his hand this time

Roksu doesn't mean it to happen, he meant to kill an enemy but why it's Cale who stand in front of him with his sword gone through his heart

This time, he completely lost his mind, he went rampage and killed everyone with cold and blank eyes with tears streaming down silently

His family need to stop him

Until he is at the brink of death, he crawl toward his beloved corpse, ignoring his bloody and broken body

His family want to heal him, but they know that it will only torture him so they let him go with heavy heart

In their third, current, life

Roksu went back way further and pursue Cale earlier and openly

He doesn't even hide his intention and make it clear that Cale is his and whoever dare to touch him will face him directly

He is a bit unhigine here, more protective and possessive toward the confuse red head, a bit much yandere and obssessive

[cozylittleartblog]

Your Spamton is very fluffy. :3

he might be fluffy if he hadn't been sleeping in a dumpster for 20 years, now he's just Gross

[zharaely]

Cale gets a dog. Maybe he randomly adopts it (as he always does) or his family gives him one, but either way, he gets a dog that actively follows him everywhere he goes. Everyone else is just happy thinking this can finally get Cale to stop running wild for once. (Plot Twist: Cale gets into even more trouble with the dog.)

[jade-of-mourning]

If you are taking art request I think a knitting Edvin would be adorable <3

@juicingbeetles @reine-du-sourire i got two sequential asks for this so,,, well what else was i supposed to do? (i have an edvin bias if you weren't aware) (and also an ulf and wulf bias possibly)

i was gonna draw him with a perpetually tired expression but then i realized no! no he deserves a little bit of peace on this ship for once u know. edvin gets to be HAPPY enjoying knitting without being bullied or stressed! nyway i hope u guys enjoy :)

OH ALSO WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME THAT ALL THE TIME I'VE BEEN ENVYING THE TEXTURE OF OTHER PEOPLE'S ART THE BRUSH WAS RIGHT THERE THE WHOLE TIME??? AND I JUST FOUND OUT????? ANyway

[aceofcaydes01]

I started this all the way back at the end of Season of the Lost and just now finished it.

Inspired by @a-driftamongopenstars' Old Light, New Light series.

“Are you sure?” Ace asked, looking to where her right hand was extended and her Ghost floated in her palm. He vibrated gently in a reassuring manner. “I’ve spoken with Glint, he needs you right now.” Ghost says to you through your telepathic connection. You nodded and you were instantly transmatted to the loading bay of the Radiant Accipiter.

“Crow?” You ask softly as you approach, both he and Glint looked up at the sound of your voice. You stood there for a second, trying to assess whether or not he wanted your company, only moving when you felt the gentle prod of Glint between your shoulders, urging you forward. Your armor and weapons disappeared as you stepped forward, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Ghost vanish with Glint.

“Are these eyes the ones that haunt you at night?” Crow asks, leveling you with his gaze as you approach him fully.

For years whenever you tried to sleep, all you could see in your dreams was Uldren’s glowing glare as he pulled Ace of Spades’ trigger and shattered your life.

As weird as it was, you’d found comfort in Crow. Your anger at seeing him risen as a Guardian slowly faded as you’d seen first hand how earnest he was, how innocent. He was the opposite of Uldren, the fact that he was a fellow Hunter was just cruel irony. A tentative friendship had developed after you’d saved him and Glint from Spider’s employ. Ghost urged you to tell Crow in the early stages of your friendship, you hadn’t, and were now regretting not taking his counsel.

You gaze into the warm glow of his amber eyes, and to his surprise, you smile. “No. I don’t see any trace of Uldren in your eyes, Crow.” You say, holding his gaze, and you feel his body relax slightly next to yours.

“Now I know why you always looked at me that way.” He says softly as he looks down to the knife in his hand, the one you’d given him last Dawning. He looks back up into your eyes as you speak.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t know how.” You say quietly, knowing his mind must be reeling from whatever Savathûn said or showed him of his past life.

You put on a brave face, but you still carried the weight of Cayde’s death. The fact that you had feelings for who was once his killer wasn’t helping your guilt any. You knew that Cayde would want you to be happy, and Crow made you so so happy.

“If it were me, I wouldn’t have known what to say either, Guardian.” Crow replies, reaching out for your hand, your fingers entwine and you stand there looking out at the Dreaming City. Crow had already been in orbit there when you joined him.

“Were you going to go down there and see your sister?” You ask after a comfortable silence, hoping it isn’t a sensitive topic.

“No. I returned here to see if I would feel anything. I don’t, and it seems strange that I was on the Tangled Shore for so long and I had no idea that my former home was right there all along.” Crow replies with a shrug, turning away from the window and going to an overhead compartment, pulling you with him by your entwined fingers. “This is for you.” Crow says, holding out a blue box with white and gold stars on it and a gold ribbon.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” You reply as you accept it, feeling a blush start to color your cheeks.

“I know. I wanted to.” Crow replies, and you share a smile before you ease off the top and push away the tissue paper. Inside is a black knife with a white spade on the blade and the wings of a crow on the handle. It was an obviously expensive Eververse commission and you were speechless.

“Crow- Thank you, it’s beautiful.” You manage, turning to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug.

“You’re welcome. Now you can take us both with you, always.” Crow replies, squeezing you gently as his arms wrap around you.

[kaluwa-del-conte]

Little Link doodle :3

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[crypitd]

Stinky Bird Sunday with the Bin Chicken (Australian White Ibis)

»   Etsy  •  Various Links   «

© Harlen Chen

[red--dragoon]

Dimitri: Sky-Blue Lion

"My home gets a lot of snow, so I am used to the cold. But all this sunshine will take some time to adjust to…"

Sure it's mid-September and the weather is finally starting to cool down, but I finally finished summer Dimitri who I totally didn't procrastinate on!

[fae-sodapop]

I'm surprised I haven't shared my cringe man here yet.

This is Elton "Ried" Slakter, & his two daughters Mara & Jayden.

Ried works on a ranch, he had a pretty bad accident when he was in his late 30s which left his body littered with scars - the right side of his face is disfigured - he's completely blind in his right eye. Ried is one of many slashers in Starlite county dubbed the "Bovine butcher" as many victims were found in cattle fields. Ried keeps to himself mostly he likes to handle his victims on his own but he will help out Jack Wilten (another OC) at certain time.

Ried got with a woman, Jackie S. Hester, 41, dirty blonde, blue eyes, terrible personality. Not once, but twice & of those unfortunate meetings came Mara & Jayden. Ried absolutely loves his daughters, their mother, not so much. Mara was born partially deaf, Ried has tried his very best to learn ASL and finger spelling for his daughter, Jackie has attempted nothing.

[andy-clutterbuck]

9x01 | A New Beginning

[tavroasticus]

day 19872 of wishing i could draw actual humans and not vague just humanoids

[aza-trash-can]

The cadets obviously don't have a very kind or soft life on Kamino. Their lives are regimented since before they were decanted, they don't have plushes or large fluffy blankets or the warm hug of a loving parent

So imagine with me, if you will, the little things the cadets do for each other to make Kamino just a little softer. Huddling together when they're supposed to be asleep, making up lullabies and singing them when one of them is scared, saying 'I love you' through the most minute of gestures

They know nothing of what comfort a kid is supposed to have, but that doesn't stop them from doing their best for each other when their authority figures have failed them. That doesn't stop them putting a band-aid on that gaping, bleeding wound that all of them have and making their living hell just a little kinder

[putuponpercy]

I just wanted to do some hurt/comfort of these two but I can’t draw anything seriously rn

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 1:  Hello (with bonus art!)

Rating: PG

Fandom: SWTOR

Time:  Sometime during KotXX

Pairing:  Background Theron/smuggler, mostly gen fic

Words: 886

~~

At first, Theron thought he hadn’t had enough caf.  Clearly, he’d been so reliant upon it for most of his life, going without it brought on something along the lines of DTs for alcoholics, but for caffeine addicts. He was seeing things.

But when it kept happening, even after the second cup of caf, Theron decided something else was going on.

Whenever it was still and somewhat quiet in the military hangar, something was darting around the underside of the vehicles.  When someone or something moved or made a noise, the motion stopped, and either the thing stopped where it was or it disappeared entirely.  Then the pattern would start again.  

Theron had long tuned out Aygo – he already had the morning report, and Aygo was rehashing something that nobody had the resources to fix at the moment.  

But then something caught Theron’s ear. “Repeat that?”

Aygo squared himself up. “I said, we’ve now had four inventories come up short compared to what’s on the flimsi.  I don’t know where it’s going.  Visz didn’t take well when I went over to her den of thie—smugglers.”  

Theron shook a finger at the Bothan.  “Don’t let the Captain hear you say that.  She’d be insulted that you think she’d dip into her own supply.”

Aygo made a face; given that he was a Bothan, Theron didn’t quite know how to read it.  He’d have to ask Bowdaar later.

“What’s missing?” Theron decided to move the conversation on, even as he caught sight of the … thing… again.

Aygo ticked off the items. “A couple of gear boxes for the speeders, wadding from the armory, an entire set of camo in each pattern we have – arctic, forest, desert, you get the idea --, a few batteries about the size of a thermos, tubing, a ball bearing –”

Theron gave him a look. “A ball bearing?  Not a box – just one ball bearing?”

Aygo threw up his hands. “If I understood the thief, we would have caught them by now.”

Theron furrowed his brow and looked at his datapad. “Are you sure this stuff isn’t just being misplaced? Big base, lots of different personnel---?”

“I had Gibbons reorganize the supply system as a punishment.  Kid improved it out of spite – and I can live with that, as a commanding officer.  And it’s not an error.  I’m sure of it.  Stuff is systematically disappearing, but why?  For what?  No idea.”

Theron nodded.  “Right, then.  I’ll look into it.”

Aygo moved on, and Theron descended the steps down to the main floor of the military hangar and headed straight toward where he’d last seen whatever it was he had seen.

~~

His comm link jingled a familiar tune.  

The motor pool is officially concerned, darling.

I know that!  

Theron kept diving to the floor in order to try to get a look at whatever was skittering around, pressing his face hard against the duracrete to peer under vehicles.

…has it occurred to you that some poor critter has stumbled into the hangar and is terrified?

But that wouldn’t solve the stolen items problem.

Maybe the two aren’t connected?

Gut says it is.

Stars know I won’t question the infallible gut.  But you are making the mechanics nervous.

Theron left Eva on “read.” He would figure this out.

~~

“Hello!”  Theron grabbed it in his hands and held it up triumphantly at the guys in the motor pool, who by this point were taking bets as to how long it took until Beniko showed up to take him to the nearest funny farm.  

The absolutely horrified expressions on their faces made Theron take a second look at what he’d pulled out from under a heavy armor unit.

It appeared to be a half cyborg, half animal abomination….but before Theron followed through on the urge to chuck it out of the hangar, he recognized it.  “Hello, Blizz, wherever you are.  I got your cat droid.”

“Spook is funny. Spook stubborn.  But Spook did catch cat.”  

Then the Jawa himself finally appeared, looking very pleased with himself and with the reaction from the crew.  Theron inspected it.  “It looks at least half animal, now.  Be careful you don’t get accused of cruelty or illegal experimentation.”

Blizz laughed that weird tingly Jawa laugh and clapped his hands in glee.  “Blizz’s designs always improving!  Lady Boss said the same thing.”

Theron raised his eyebrows. “How long have you been on base?”

“Five days.  Blizz nocturnal.  Worked on Hoth, then came when job was done after Lady Boss found him.” Blizz gestured impatiently for Theron to hand back his cat droid.  

“Does Eva know you’re here?” Theron asked.  Surely she wouldn’t have hid this from him.

“Lady Boss said to come. Never needed formal welcome!” Blizz scoffed.

Aha.  He’d shown up unannounced.

…I found Blizz in the hangar.  With one of his droid cats.

!!!!!!!

Theron could almost hear her bolting out of whatever meeting room Lana had her in.

“Spook, give back cat!” Blizz insisted.  Theron finally handed back the now-docile/inactive droid.

Upon contact with Blizz, the animal started to rumble.

A purr, made with tubing, some wadding, and a ball bearing.  

As Theron took joy in a mystery solved, Blizz pat the cat happily.  “Blizz can make more!  Lifts morale! Kills vermin!”

“I bet.”

~~

@fluffyfebruary​

~~

A/N:  While I was writing this, I had this vision of Theron holding up Blizz’s cat droid like Simba in the Lion King, not noticing what an abomination it was was until the motor pool collectively freaked out.  Giggling the entire time, I’ve illustrated this moment below the cut.  Plz don’t steal my art. 

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

fucking around with speed doodles to get a handle on present-day pericles' humanface design.... hmmmm