#nightlights✨

[avianoutcast]

OH MY GOD! I love this Dreamless au you're making, I the way you made the two brothers and how I've never heard of this kind of idea!! Hope it turns out well with more content hopefully??? :D

AWW THANKS SO MUCH!💜✨ Glad to hear you're enjoying it so far! shshdvsh still trying to balance it out with my PromisedTale comic but don't worry there will be more contents soon X33

(and since I'm feeling quite inspired today X3, here's Dreamless in color X33🧡✨)

[mostly-natm]

@a-fistfull-of-datas, since you asked so very nicely.

(And no, it was not easy to get them both settled down like that.)

[marenights]

Uhhh, wow, I...I didn't know this jazz would make you THAT relaxed.

Well...why don't you sleep for a while?

That might be good for you.

And if you feel stressed again, I can always play jazz in my phone for you.

-🌀

[shyblacksheep]

Some eepy pals doodle. 💤✨ And Polterpup would be a great nightlight for Luigi who’s known to be scared of the dark.

[avianoutcast]

AAAA THE CHAOS THE SILLIES XDD I LOVE THIS GANG SO MUCH LOL X33 SHSKSJS LOVE THEIR NEW OUTFITS ON THE 2ND PIC BTW X3 THIS IS SOO GOOD! 💜💜✨✨

the skele-boys are back!!!!!

Someone seems jealous 🤣🤣

Orion: choclo stop bothering onyx!!

-with casual clothesn🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇

god there are so many skeletons my god😓😓

Ouch poor dreamless

Moon: HASHSAHHA I hadn't noticed it until Outcast showed me the photo!!

Outcast!sans, nightlight and dreamless by @avianoutcast

Onyx and sapphire by @cypher030

Love!sans by @a-shy-girl

Orión and moon by ME

[blissfullybubblez]

🌙🧸 My Little Bedtime Routine 🫧💤

Because every sleepy bean deserves a soft, snuggly night 💖

Sometimes bedtime feels a little hard, but having a sweet routine can help make it special and safe. Here’s a gentle, step-by-step routine for ending your day in little space:

🪥 1. Brushy Time! Brush your teeth with your favorite flavor toothpaste (bubblegum? strawberry?) and maybe sing a silly song while you do it!

🛁 2. Warm Bath or Wash-Up Take a bath with bubbles, toys, or bath crayons—or do a warm wipe-down with a soft washcloth and yummy-smelling soap.

🧴 3. Pajama Party Pick out your coziest jammies. Bonus points for footies, pastels, or characters you love 💫

🧸 4. Snuggle Crew Check-In Gather your stuffies, blankie, paci, or anything that helps you feel safe and small. Give everyone a goodnight hug!

📖 5. Story Time Read a short picture book or listen to an audiobook with soft voices. You can even make up your own story or ask a big to read to you.

🎶 6. Sleepy Sounds Turn on white noise, lullabies, a bedtime playlist, or nature sounds. Let your room fill with calm.

💤 7. Affirmations + Cuddles Say sweet sleepy things to yourself like: 🩵 “I’m safe.” 🩵 “I did my best today.” 🩵 “I’ll rest now and wake up happy.” Then snuggle into bed like a burrito and drift off like a tiny cloud ☁️

✨ Optional Extras:

A soft nightlight

A sippy with water

One last hug from your CG or plushie

Goodnight kisses for each stuffie 🐻💋

Sweet dreams, little one. You are loved, you are safe, and you deserve a peaceful night every night. 🌟

[ranenjin]

Summery Silkwing ✨☀ second artfight attack!! This is @zoolitsky on AF's character Nightlight!

[mahoganyrust]

The Holy Trinity of Nightlights. 😌

The designs of @eldritchred , @midoristeashop and myself. Alternatively, the Prince, the Jester and the Knight. ✨

[toorurii]

Where the sun shines in the shallows, and the shadows lurk within the depths- Two new Paraferno Parade designs are now up for sale! 🪼 ✨

IRIDESCENT JOYRIDE (@toorurii) - [ON HOLD]

DEEPSEA NIGHTLIGHT (Lenlipui) - [OPEN]

Comment / DM on here or Toyhouse to claim!

[nickistuffs]

Babysitters Club

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: A simple night of babysitting turns into an unexpectedly sweet and chaotic day

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: None. Fluff

✨masterlist✨ read the rest of Harry x Designer Reader there

...

Harry had been caught up in a last-minute Valentine’s Day favor for his sister, Gemma, and her boyfriend, Michal. Wanting them to have a proper night out, he had eagerly volunteered to babysit their daughter. He had even done it before—at least, that’s what he insisted. But in his rush to help, he had completely forgotten to mention it to Y/N.

Now, standing in the middle of his living room, Harry gently rocked his niece in his arms, his brows knitted in concern. The tiny baby let out another wail, her little fists clenched as if she were determined to protest his every effort.

"Come on, love," he murmured, bouncing her lightly, his voice a soothing lull against her cries. "What’s all this about, huh? I’ve given you a bottle, changed your nappy, did tummy time, and let you nap—what else could you possibly want?"

Just as he was about to try singing to her, a sharp knock on the door made him jolt. His niece let out an even louder cry at the sudden movement, and Harry groaned. "Brilliant," he muttered under his breath.

He shuffled over to the door, cradling the baby against his chest as he swung it open. Y/N stood on the other side, smiling—until her eyes landed on the squirming, red-faced baby in his arms. Her smile faltered, confusion washing over their features.

“Uh… Harry?” they said, blinking. “Are you—are you holding a baby?”

Harry exhaled, looking entirely exhausted. “No, I’m holding a very tiny, very angry boss who refuses to tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

Y/N gaped at him for a moment before stepping inside, shutting the door behind them. They quickly toed off their shoes and made a beeline for the bathroom. Harry frowned, shifting the baby in his arms.

“Where are you going?” he called after her.

“Washing my hands,” Y/N responded over the sound of running water. “I’m not about to touch a baby with gross, outside hands.”

Harry let out a tired chuckle. “Good call.”

A few moments later, Y/N returned, drying their hands on a towel before tossing it onto the counter. They walked over to Harry, eyes softening at the sight of him looking absolutely drained.

“Here,” she said gently, holding out their arms. “Let me take her for a bit. You look like you could use a break.”

Harry hesitated only for a second before carefully passing his niece over. The second Y/N cradled the baby against her chest, and the crying softened. Within moments, the tiny girl had snuggled into Y/N’s warmth, her breathing evening out as her tiny fingers clutched onto the fabric of Y/N’s shirt.

Harry blinked in disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Y/N grinned but kept her voice soft. “Guess she just needed a change of scenery.”

They stood there for a while, swaying gently, letting the baby fully relax. Soon enough, her little breaths turned deep and steady, the rise and fall of her chest slow and peaceful.

“She’s out,” Y/N whispered, glancing at Harry. “Where’s the crib?”

Harry, still sprawled on the couch, pointed toward the hallway. “Guest room down the hall. Set it up earlier—thought I’d actually get to use it.”

Y/N chuckled softly before carefully making their way to the room, mindful of every step. Inside, a small crib was set up beside the bed, blankets neatly folded, a soft nightlight casting a warm glow over the space.

Lowering the baby with careful precision, Y/N held her breath as they placed her down, gently pulling their arms away. The little girl stirred for a moment, scrunching her nose, but after a second, she settled, her tiny body relaxing into the mattress.

Y/N let out a quiet breath of relief, stepping back slowly.

From the doorway, Harry leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching with a smirk. “That was impressive.”

Y/N turned, smirking back. “Told you I’ve got the magic touch.”

Harry chuckled as they both crept out of the room, closing the door just enough to keep an ear out. As they walked back to the living room, he sighed dramatically. “Think she likes you more than me.”

Y/N shrugged playfully. “Can you blame her?”

Harry shook his head with a grin. “Nope. Not one bit.”

...

Now that the baby was peacefully asleep, Y/N patted the couch beside her. “Alright, sit. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Harry raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. “You sure? I should probably—”

“Sit, Styles,” Y/N insisted, hands on their hips. “I’ve got it.”

Letting out a long sigh, Harry flopped down onto the couch, stretching his legs out with a groan. “Fine, but don’t judge the mess.”

Y/N surveyed the scene—baby bottles on the coffee table, a half-folded blanket hanging off the armrest, a used burp cloth crumpled beside Harry, and tiny clothes piled near the laundry basket. “Oh, I’m definitely judging.”

Harry groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I was in survival mode, alright?”

Y/N smirked, grabbing the bottles first and heading to the kitchen sink. “Survival mode or not, I have no idea how you managed to turn your place into a war zone in just a few hours.”

Harry peeked through his fingers. “Talent?”

Y/N snorted, shaking her head as she tossed the burp cloth into the laundry pile and folded the baby blanket neatly. After wiping down the coffee table and gathering the tiny clothes, the place looked significantly less chaotic.

Turning back, Y/N found Harry sprawled on the couch, head resting against the cushion, eyes fluttering shut.

Shaking their head fondly, they grabbed a throw blanket and draped it over him. “I swear, you’re as exhausted as the baby.”

Harry cracked one eye open, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well, babysitting is harder than it looks.”

Y/N plopped down beside him, propping her feet up on the coffee table. “Good thing you’ve got me, then.”

...

Y/N sat down beside Harry, and without hesitation, he shifted closer, letting his head rest on her lap with a tired sigh.

Feeling the warmth of him, Y/N hesitated for a second before murmuring a shy, “Hey.”

Harry hummed in response, eyes still closed, a small, sleepy smile tugging at his lips. “Hey.”

For a moment, they just sat there, the quiet hum of the house wrapping around them like a blanket. Y/N glanced at him, her heart softening at the way his lashes fluttered against his cheeks, exhaustion written all over his face. Without thinking, she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Harry’s eyes fluttered open at the feeling, and almost instantly, a slow smirk crept onto his lips. He turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting theirs, something playful yet affectionate swimming in his green eyes.

“Mm,” he murmured, his voice laced with sleep and amusement. “That was sweet, but…” He lifted his head just enough so that their faces were mere inches apart. “Kiss me properly, please,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet longing, his eyes pleading.

Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart thudding as Harry’s gaze flickered to their lips. The invitation was clear.

And with a soft smile, she closed the distance, pressing her lips against his in a slow, lingering kiss—one that melted away the exhaustion, the chaos of the day, and left only the warmth of them, together.

When she pulled away, Harry let out a contented sigh, his forehead resting against theirs. “That’s more like it,” he murmured, grinning.

Y/N laughed softly, their fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his shirt. “Happy now?”

Harry hummed, wrapping an arm around them and pulling them closer. “Very.”

...

A sharp, heart-wrenching wail pierced through the air, jolting both of them awake.

Harry’s eyes snapped open first, blinking away the haze of sleep. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, running a hand over his face as he quickly sat up. Y/N groaned softly beside him, still half-asleep.

His niece’s cries grew louder, making his instincts kick in. Without hesitation, he pushed himself off the couch, mumbling, “I got it,” as he hurried toward the guest room.

Y/N sat up groggily, rubbing their eyes as they listened to Harry’s footsteps fade down the hall. After stretching and yawning, they got up and followed him.

Inside the guest room, Harry was already leaning over the crib, his niece’s tiny face scrunched up in distress, her little fists flailing in frustration.

“Hey, hey, love,” he cooed softly, scooping her up into his arms. “What’s wrong now, hmm?”

She was fussy, her pretty eyes staring up at Y/N as if searching for something. Y/N tilted their head, watching her for a moment before saying, “Maybe she’s hungry?”

Harry glanced down at her, noticing the way she was smacking her tiny lips between whimpers. “You might be right,” he murmured.

Y/N was already a step ahead, heading toward the kitchen. “Come on, I’ll warm up a bottle.”

Harry followed, bouncing the baby gently as they made their way to the kitchen. “I swear, this girl has the appetite of a grown man.”

Y/N laughed, shaking their head. “She’s got your genes, after all.”

Harry smirked. “True. Guess that means she’s gonna have excellent taste in food and music.”

Y/N rolled their eyes fondly as they prepared the bottle. “Sure, Styles. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Harry chuckled, watching Y/N test the bottle’s temperature before handing it over. As soon as he placed it against his niece’s lips, she latched on, drinking eagerly.

“There we go,” Y/N murmured, smiling softly.

Harry exhaled in relief, shifting her in his arms. “Crisis averted—for now.”

They stood there for a moment in comfortable silence, watching as the little one drank, her tiny fingers curling around Harry’s shirt.

Y/N looked up at him, their voice softer now. “You’re good at this, you know.”

Harry met their gaze, something warm flickering in his eyes. “Only because I’ve got you.”

Y/N felt their heart skip a beat, but before they could say anything, Harry smirked.

“And, well… because I’m naturally amazing, of course.”

Y/N groaned, lightly shoving his arm. “And there it is.”

Harry chuckled, adjusting his hold on the baby. “You love it.”

Y/N sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

Harry grinned, nudging them playfully. “Lucky me.”

Y/N shook their head with a small smile, watching as the baby’s eyes grew heavy again, her tiny body relaxing in Harry’s arms.

...

After finishing her bottle, Harry carefully lifted his niece against his shoulder, rubbing gentle circles on her back to help her burp. A few pats later, she let out a small, satisfied burp, making Harry chuckle.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head.

But instead of getting sleepy like he had hoped, his niece suddenly seemed wide awake, her tiny hands reaching out to grab at the fabric of his shirt.

Y/N smirked, crossing their arms as they leaned against the doorframe. “Looks like someone got a second wind.”

Harry groaned, looking down at the little one, who was now tugging insistently at his shirt with a newfound determination. “Oh, come on, love. We’re supposed to be winding down, not gearing up for playtime.”

His niece cooed in response, her chubby fingers grasping onto a loose thread, pulling at it like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Harry sighed dramatically. “Yeah, yeah. Go on, destroy my shirt. I didn’t need it anyway.”

Y/N laughed, stepping closer. “She’s got style. Maybe she’s just trying to redesign it for you.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “You saying my fashion needs work?”

Y/N shrugged playfully. “I mean, she does have good taste.”

Harry scoffed, shifting his niece in his arms as she continued her assault on his shirt. “Alright, miss stylist, what now? She’s supposed to be asleep, not gearing up for a runway show.”

Y/N reached out, gently running a finger over the baby’s tiny hand. “Maybe she just wants to play a bit before she knocks out again. Let her get it out of her system.”

Harry sighed, but there was no real frustration in his voice—just exhaustion mixed with fondness. “Fine. But if she’s still wide awake in an hour, you’re taking over.”

Y/N smirked. “Deal.”

They both sat on the couch again, Harry settling his niece in his lap as she kicked her little legs excitedly, still clutching at his shirt. Y/N watched with a soft smile as Harry let her play, his tired eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled down at her.

“You really love her, huh?” Y/N murmured after a moment.

Harry looked up, his expression softening even more. “Yeah,” he admitted, brushing a hand over his niece’s tiny head. “She’s a little troublemaker, but I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”

Y/N’s heart warmed at the sight of him—disheveled curls, sleepy eyes, a worn-out shirt covered in baby drool—but still completely enamored with the little girl in his arms.

And in that moment, Y/N realized something else.

She was completely enamoured with him, too.

...

Harry sighed, running a tired hand through his curls as his niece continued tugging at his shirt, her tiny fingers grasping onto the fabric with surprising strength.

Y/N sat beside him, watching with an amused smile. “She’s really making sure you don’t go anywhere, huh?”

Harry huffed. “Tell me about it. I think I officially belong to her now.”

But just as he said that his niece suddenly turned her attention to Y/N. Her big, curious eyes locked onto her, and after a few seconds of staring, she let out an excited squeal and immediately stretched her little arms out—tiny fingers wiggling in the air, making clear 'grabby-hands' toward Y/N.

Both of them froze.

“Oh?” Y/N’s brows lifted in surprise, glancing between the baby and Harry. “Is she…?”

Harry blinked, looking down at his niece, who was now fussing impatiently, her grabby-hands growing more insistent.

“Oi, what’s this about?” he said, feigning offense. “I thought you were Team Uncle Harry?”

His niece responded by making an even louder noise of demand, her chubby fingers still reaching for Y/N.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Guess she’s switching sides.”

Harry sighed dramatically. “Traitor.” But despite his words, he smiled fondly and carefully passed her over to Y/N.

The moment Y/N took her into their arms, she settled almost immediately, tiny hands gripping her shirt instead. Her little head rested against their chest as she let out a soft, content sigh.

Y/N’s heart melted. “Oh, she’s such a sweetheart.”

Harry stared at the two of them, shaking his head in disbelief. “Unreal. I’ve been entertaining her all night, and she ditches me the second you walk in?”

Y/N smirked. “What can I say? I’ve got the magic touch.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Or you bribed her.”

Y/N chuckled, gently swaying with the baby in their arms. “Maybe she just knows I’m your favorite.”

Harry scoffed but couldn’t hide the way his lips twitched up at the corners. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get used to it. She’s only letting you hold her because she’s curious.”

But as if to prove him wrong, his niece suddenly reached up and clumsily patted Y/N’s face with her tiny hand before nuzzling against them even more.

Y/N gasped dramatically. “Oh, did you see that? That was pure affection. I think she really loves me.”

Harry groaned, covering his face with his hands. “This is unfair.”

Y/N grinned, looking down at the baby who was now dozing off against them. “Looks like I win.”

Harry peeked through his fingers before dropping his hands with a defeated sigh. “Yeah, yeah. You win.”

Y/N smiled softly, gently stroking the baby’s back. “You know, she’s got good taste.”

Harry tilted his head. “Oh?”

Y/N looked up, meeting his gaze. “She likes me. And so do you.”

Harry blinked, lips parting slightly, before a slow, knowing smirk curved on his lips. He leaned in just a little, voice dropping to a soft murmur.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his green eyes twinkling. “I really do.”

After settling his niece down, Harry made his way into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He was exhausted, but he figured a quick, warm meal would do them both some good.

He grabbed a pot, setting it on the stove before drizzling in a bit of olive oil. As the oil heated up, he tossed in some diced onions and minced garlic, the kitchen quickly filling with a rich, mouthwatering aroma.

Just as he gave the pan a stir, he heard soft footsteps behind him. Turning his head, he spotted Y/N walking in, his niece cradled in their arms.

“Let’s see what Uncle Harry is making for us,” Y/N murmured, bouncing the baby gently as they approached the stove.

Harry grinned, waving the wooden spoon like a conductor’s baton. “Hello, ladies. Tonight’s special is a delicious pastina soup, made with love by yours truly.”

Y/N smirked, peeking over his shoulder. “Mmm, smells good. Let’s hope it actually tastes as good as it smells.”

Harry gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “The audacity! You wound me.”

Y/N laughed, shifting the baby in their arms. “Well, guess we’ll have to be the judges.”

Harry huffed, turning back to his pot. “You’ll both be begging me to cook for you every night after this.”

As if to emphasize his confidence, he banged the wooden spoon against the edge of the pot with a playful thunk-thunk.

A second later, an unexpected sound filled the air—his niece’s loud, gleeful giggles.

Both Harry and Y/N froze before turning to look at the baby, who had the biggest, most delighted grin on her tiny face.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Wait… did she just—?”

Y/N beamed. “Oh my God, do it again.”

Harry, still in shock, lifted the spoon and banged it against the pot once more.

Thunk-thunk.

The baby immediately burst into another round of giggles, her tiny fists waving excitedly in the air.

Harry gasped, grinning. “Oi, you think Uncle Harry is funny, huh?” He banged the spoon again, this time adding a silly wiggle of his hips for extra effect.

His niece cackled, her giggles filling the kitchen like the sweetest melody.

Y/N laughed along, pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead. “You’re right, love. Uncle Harry is funny.”

Harry placed a hand on his hip, dramatically flipping the spoon like a microphone. “Finally, someone who appreciates my comedic genius.”

Y/N rolled their eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “Just hurry up with that soup, funny man.”

Harry chuckled, stirring the pot with a newfound sense of pride. “Coming right up, my little audience.”

As the soup simmered, the kitchen felt warmer—not just from the heat of the stove, but from the laughter and easy comfort shared between them.

And as Harry sneaked another glance at Y/N and his niece, he realized—this moment, right here—was exactly what happiness felt like. ...

Just as Harry was about to ladle the soup into bowls, the front door swung open.

“Helloooo!” Gemma’s familiar voice rang through the house, followed by the sound of heels clicking against the floor. “Where’s my baby, baby brother?”

Harry groaned, rolling his eyes as he set the ladle down. “I’m literally a grown man, Gem.”

Gemma waltzed into the kitchen with a knowing smirk, Michal trailing behind her with an amused expression. “Yeah, yeah. But you’ll always be my baby brother.” She glanced around before her eyes landed on Y/N, who was still holding her daughter.

“Oh, look at that! She’s absolutely fine,” Gemma teased, walking over to Y/N. “And judging by the smell in here, you even managed to make dinner without burning the house down.”

Harry scoffed. “Rude. I made pastina soup, and it’s actually really good, thank you very much.”

Michal chuckled, clapping Harry on the shoulder. “Good job, mate. Proud of you.”

Gemma cooed at her daughter, gently taking her from Y/N’s arms. “And how was my little angel? Did Uncle Harry do a good job?”

Her baby let out a happy squeal, reaching for Gemma’s hair, making everyone laugh.

Y/N stretched their arms out, pretending to be exhausted. “Oh, she was a sweetheart. But Uncle Harry, on the other hand, was the one who needed babysitting.”

Harry shot them a look. “Oi!”

Gemma smirked. “That sounds about right.”

Harry groaned dramatically, but there was no real irritation in his voice—just the warmth of a family reunited. He looked at Y/N, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “You’re never letting me live this down, are you?”

Y/N grinned. “Not a chance, Styles.”

Gemma and Michal exchanged a glance, silently noting the fondness in Harry’s eyes.

“Well,” Gemma said, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s head. “Sounds like you had quite the Valentine’s Day.”

Harry’s gaze flickered to Y/N, his smirk softening. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I really did.”

...

Harry wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and turned to Gemma and Michal. “You sure you don’t want a bowl before you go? Made it with love, you know.”

Michal chuckled, adjusting the sleeping baby in his arms. “Tempting, mate, but we should get her home before she wakes up.”

Gemma, now holding the baby’s essentials—her diaper bag slung over one shoulder and a small blanket in her hand—gave Harry an affectionate smile. “Yeah, thanks though. We had a great night, and clearly, she did too.”

She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Harry in a tight hug. As she pulled back slightly, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, her tone both teasing and serious.

“She’s a keeper, Harry. Don’t fuck it up.”

Harry felt his cheeks heat up, his gaze instinctively flickering toward Y/N, who was absentmindedly wiping down the counter, completely unaware of the weight behind Gemma’s words.

Before he could respond, Gemma pulled away with a smirk, turning to Y/N and giving them a quick hug as well. “Bye, love. Thanks for keeping my brother in check.”

Y/N laughed. “Anytime.”

With a final wave, Gemma and Michal stepped out into the night, leaving Harry standing in the kitchen, hands on his hips, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at his lips.

He glanced at Y/N, watching as they moved around his kitchen like they belonged there. His heart did a little flip. He can't wait to have more moments like this with you.

Gemma was right.

And he had no intention of messing this up.

...

[slippinninque]

😌Snug🤗

In which Terry wasn't ready

Warnings: none really! Fluffy! May need some edits, secret-at-work-post, soft!terry, short fic

The two of you were sleeping back to back, the mutual warmth perfect to keep you both asleep. Terry woke in the middle of the night to a full bladder but the feel of you, the soft sounds of your breathing behind him, he laid there for as long as he could to savour.

When he finally got the motivation to go to the bathroom, Terry marveled on the last half year of his life with you on the way. The ending of his last relationship felt more like an agreement than a “breakup”. She was a great woman, wonderful in mind and in body but Terry just didn’t want to stay. Didn’t want to linger or bask or any of the other things a man should want to do when he's with a woman he adores.

Then came you.

You were a flame that has never him. Bright, impossibly warm and just as so to turn away from. He’s never felt so content in his life, your love settled down on his heart like a sun-warmed feline claiming it's spot. You pulled a brightness out of his life that he hadn’t even noticed was there, that he had a sneaking suspicion that he now couldn't live without.

Even now, just the thought of you still being there when he came back to bed–Terry resisted the urge to hurry back down the bedroom. That's what the mere thought of you did to him. You made him feel giddy at any hour, at any day.

When he returned to bed, you made a little noise as he resumed his previous position. Terry was ready to stare at the wall where the nightlights of the outside world painted his bedroom wall, knowing sleep could be fickle to him. It was good not to be lonely, though.

Terry reached for the book on his nightstand, deciding to test out that rechargeable book light, only, you turned over and shifted closer to him. Terry’s back bloomed with warmth as you pressed against him, throwing an arm and leg across him. Your size difference should have made it awkward, but it was very comfortable. Beyond comfortable. Soothing? It was soothing. In his mind's eye, he imagined your naked brown skin trying to slip beneath his own, a beautiful little furnace lost in her dreams.

One of your legs rubbed against his, stroking steady and slow. Could you feel his heart beating through his back? Terry swore he could feel yours, it felt like a lullaby. Every inch of you were molded to the back of him in a perfect hug. How had he never known being held could feel like this?

You nuzzled closer and his eyes closed at the feel of your breath across his skin. He could feel your lips move but nothing came out, he felt a kiss. He could feel the silkiness of your bonnet as you managed to shift even closer–your hand spanned and kneading at his stomach.

Terry didn’t move, he didn't want to move. He didn't feel ensnared or cramped, didn't feel that timer hung over his head counting down the few minutes of his comfort.

All he could feel was you.

Terry tipped towards a sleepiness, his breathing falling in step with yours. Logically, with his size, it should have made it a bit difficult. Yet, you gathered him up like he was nothing but a body pillow. He liked it. Terry’s never been the little spoon before.

He cuddled back tentatively, pulling the arm around him higher to hold your hand. Behind him, you wriggled happily. Terry wasn't sure if he was smiling or had his heart hijacked by his body again. Either way, he was swept away by the absolute comfort of being snuggled.

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[avianoutcast]

Omg I love Nightlight. So. much.

Can I give them hot chocolate ?..And have a hug if possible ? ^^;

Your art is so beautifull and so cool how are you so talentuedd

Awww thank you so much! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Also Nightlight would like to thank you for the hot cup of Choco as well ☕

(yea I tried to recreate the aurora borealis TwT sorry if it's a bit messy shsvshsh)

Also thank you for the ask! Aurora was pretty fun to draw! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧💜✨

[semperamans]

Aww benny all sleepy!! Benny being sleepy in your bed! You make him take his boots off cause your white and flowery sheets have just been washed, running your fingers through his wild motorbike swept hair, the scent of you everywhere and your nightlight is not too bright but not too dull, he can feel the rise and fall of your chest and he finally feels safe enough to doze off 🫶🏻 - ✨

"didn't have anywhere else t'go." s'what benny says when you open the front door. the wall clock reads 2:52 am and he feels ridiculous runnin' to his girl at this hour but he's exhausted n'knows ridin' his bike this late and in this state will only lead to more problems, so he chose to walk from the bar to your house, kickin' cans and singin' songs along the way. it was worth it, benny thinks as he looks at you. in the moonlight you radiate this ethereal glow n'sometimes he thinks you simply can't be real but then you're doting on him, askin' if he's okay, tuggin' his hand as you quietly traipse up the stairs, not wantin' to wake your parents, and all the while all he can think is that he has somehow found himself an angel.

your room is this safe haven - all calm and comforting and peaceful - the picture window that overlooks the sleeping street is framed with those billowy white curtains benny has only ever seen in movies n'you've got a lamp on the dresser that casts a honey-warm glaze over your polaroids and plants. benny instantly relaxes, shrugs out of his jacket, and throws it on the chair facing your vanity. "clothes off," you mumble through a yawn. "jus' washed my sheets n'you've got grease all over you." "s'that the only reason?" benny prods, a smirk hanging heavy on his lips as he kicks out of his boots. he can smell the laundry detergent your momma uses on your linens n'knows you're bein' honest, but he loves the way your cheeks turn red at his accusation. "just' messin', darlin'." he's all milky white skin and muscle and windswept hair as he crawls into bed, resting his head against your chest, tapping his fingertips on your thigh in time with the lub-dub of your heart and this is perfect. everythin' is just perfect. he falls asleep to your voice tellin' him "you'll always have somewhere to go s'long as i'm here."

[kawaiiblue18]

Something I’ve been working on in between lab, classes, and homework

I wanted to distinguish the two different Fury subspecies and the Nightlights

Lore yapping under the cut

✨Headcanons✨

Night Furies are known for their dark complexion. These striker class dragons are normally seen in dense forest or high mountains. They are extremely fast and agile in the air, often seen flying through thunderstorms since they have the unique ability to harness stray lightning and momentarily ‘disappear’. Night Furies are opportunistic hunters. They have high adaptability and will migrate where the food is. They are generally more muscular with females being larger than males.

Light Furies are cousins of Night Furies adapted to cold climates. Their snow white scales blend in with icy surroundings with their inner fire keeping them warm. They are semi-aquatic, evolving extra membranes that help them move quickly through the water. Their scales are very reflective making it very easy to camouflage if they fly through a fire ball. They mainly prey on fish, squid, or seals, but will eat other animals if no other food source is available. Light Furies are slimmer and not as fast flyers as Night Furies are, with males being larger than females.

Both species are very social, forming family units until their offspring are old enough to start their own family.

Night Furies, however, are more aggressive. Night Fury courting consists of females fighting each other in aerial combat to see who is stronger. The winner will then pick what male she wants. Usually, females will pick males that have shown good hunting skills prior to mating season.

Light Furies are rarely aggressive unless backed into a corner or have a developed distrust. In the face of danger, they would prefer to flee or camouflage rather than fight. Light Fury courting consists of females going up to a male she is interested in and preforming a dance. If he can respond back with a dance that she approves of, she will accept him. Otherwise, she will find another male.

When it comes to Nightlights, I imagine them a lot like ligers or tigons (lion-tiger hybrid). Night Furies and Light Furies are close enough to produce successful offspring, but not without complications due to the amount of chromosomes the Nightlights get from each parent.

Dart inherited more Night Fury chromosomes from Toothless, making her appear more like a female Night Fury with some white spots and Light Fury blue eyes. Like female ligers, Dart can produce offspring with a Night Fury or a Light Fury, but not with other Nightlights.

Pouncer inherited more chromosomes from Luna (what I call the Light Fury from HTTYD 3), making him appear more like a male Light Fury with black spots, longer ear nubs, a shorter Light Fury sail, Night Fury spines, lacking Light Fury leg membranes, and Night Fury yellow eyes. Normally male ligers are infertile, but I figured since Pouncer has enough Light Fury DNA, he can theoretically produce offspring with a Light Fury, but not with Night Furies or other Nightlights. He has low fertility though.

Unlike Dart or Pouncer, Ruffrunner inherited a more even amount of chromosomes from both Toothless and Luna, making him appear like a male Night Fury with Light Fury legs and sail. The end of his ear nubs are also more rounded like a Light Fury. Due to his chromosome imbalance, he is infertile and would not be able to reproduce naturally at all.

In the wild, Nightlights are a rare occurrence, but not impossible. It typically happens when a Night Fury migrates to a region where Light Furies reside and most of them are pairing between a female Light Fury and a male Night Fury. Female Night Furies are generally too aggressive for male Light Furies to attempt courting.

[just-an-emily-existing]

Toby and Henrietta are here finally! Happy 7/7

Headcanons and more below! ⬇️

🤎✨Toby Stratford Holden and Henrietta Wisbech Upwell✨🤎

Element: Music

Birthday: Toby: Sep 16 1914 Henrietta: April 2 1884

Real Age: 111 and 141

Age they play by: 45

Zodiac: Virgo and Aries

Chinese Horoscope: Tiger and Monkey

Spirit Animal: Swans

Height: 5'5 and 5'9

Sexuality: Straight Ally

Gender: Cis

Pronouns: He/Him and She/Her

Personality Type: ISFJ and ESFJ

IQ: 102 and 104

Nicknames: Gramps (Thomas) Old Teapot (D10)

Allergies: Honey (Toby)

Disabilities: Prosthetic leg (Toby)

Right or Left Handed: Right Handed

Quirks/Habits: Both fiddle with their clothes

Home Town: Stratford England and Norfolk England

Nationality: British

Siblings: Hannah (Henrietta)

Original Driver: Madeleine Ebba Lager

Original Fireman: Gillis Liam Lager

Who is the most important person in their life: Each other

Person they look up to the most: STH

Best Friend: Thomas, Percy, Mavis

Lover: Each other

Rival: None

If they could have a superpower it would be: Super strength and Flight

If they were a human, what job would they have: Gardeners

Biggest Fear: The railway going under again

Biggest Flaw: His lack of courage at times (Toby) and Her stubbornness (Henrietta)

Favorite Animal: Ducks and Bunnies

Favorite Hobby: Reading and knitting

Favorite Color: Any shade of brown

Favorite Food: Anything hearty and nutritious

Favorite Drink: Milk

Least Favorite Food: None

Favorite Season: Fall

Favorite Movie: None

Favorite Book: A Farewell to Arms

Favorite Singer/Artist: Any old timey music or singer

Very skilled at: Both can speak Spanish

Least skilled at: They can do literally anything lol

Greatest Achievement: Being able to stop a runaway train from crashing into a small village

Pet Peeves: Being ignored or dismissed

Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert

Organized or Messy: Organized

Are they good at singing: Yes

Can they bake: Y e s

Can they cook: Somewhat

Do they play any sports: Nope, too old lol

Instrument: Saxophone and Violin

Headcanons

They both love Christmas and get ready for the holiday way too early.

Toby likes to have a nightlight to sleep.

Henrietta is a horrible liar.

Both love to tell dad jokes.

Toby used to be a sleepwalker.

Before their old railway shut down, Henrietta would have dreams about them finding a new home and they have an inside joke that she's a fortune teller.

Both had an emo phase.

Both love to hum their favorite tunes together and sometimes harmonize without knowing.

Toby gives rocks, leaves or other nature things as a way of showing his love for Henrietta.

Henrietta is a dog person while Toby is a cat person.

Motto: "Just take things one day at a time."

Theme Songs

Let me drive my van into your heart - Steven Universe

September - Earth, Wind and Fire

[basically-neroland]

your posts make my day! could we get some cuddling hcs with our precious boy? thank you in advance!!

cuddling with nero headcanons‼️✨

thx for the request!! i'm glad you like my posts <3

i love cuddling headcanons so much, INCOMING‼️💥💥

g/n!reader

like i've said before, nero LOVES cuddling. he loves cuddling and being cuddled.

he was so touch-starved before you came along

he's super clingy but it's okay cuz he's cute as hell

loves being the big spoon but sometimes he needs to be held too

loves laying with his arms around your waist and his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat

loves touching your bare skin so he'll put his hands up your clothes sometimes, but it isn't always a sexual thing. he just rly likes skin-to-skin contact, it makes him feel closer to you

kisses your shoulders and the back of your neck whenever you guys are spooning, he's so lovey

rubs his face on you like a cat and purrs right in your ear because cuddling makes him feel so safe and happy

sometimes he ends up falling asleep on top of you. this man is HEAVY, you couldn't move if you wanted to 😭🙏🏼

loves when you rub his head/play with his hair, it makes his knees weak and his brain just kinda shuts down a little LOL

sometimes when you cuddle he'll just start yapping about how much he loves you and how attractive you are. he loves you to bits

he'll cuddle you in silence, with music in the background or while watching tv or a movie. he doesn't care, as long as you guys are cuddling he's happy

his demonic hand is basically a nightlight. it glows a little brighter every time he inhales and then dims when he exhales and it's rly comforting

hope these are good!! 💙💙