#soff

[nixsmis]

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[drfoxweyman]

Commission for @thegreatmilksteak

A ref for his big soff boi Hugo!! <3 Thanks a ton for the comm Milk!!

[slime-pupp]

Thought Tumblr would appreciate a lil Bert I drew to destress.. The crecherest crecher .... 

[icedmetaltea]

^^^ suns hands be like

^^^ Moon’s hands.

I am correct

Awwww ❤️

[primalvessel]

"I could fall asleep to your heartbeat." - Dion 🥺

Idly carding his fingers through soft, blond hair, the feline relaxed beneath the weight of the dragoon's head pillowed upon his chest and cast his gaze up at the ceiling above them.

"You would be welcome to," he invited gently, simply glad that he might be able to offer some measure of comfort. In a world where he had nothing, being something to someone made the very heart the man was listening to, flutter at the notion.

He'd been alone for too long.

His movements were slow, gentle and his voice low as if he was afraid that any noise or sudden movements might dispel the cosy atmosphere. He hadn't realised how much he'd needed the contact until he'd received it, felt life breathed back into him when his tactile nature was catered to.

Inhaling deeply, watching Dion rise and fall along with his chest as he did so, the Miqo'te's hand finally stilled.

"Rest," he urged quietly. "I'll not disturb you while you do."

[bastete]

Bunny people!

[nvrcmplt]

Bunny PChan w/ a fish.

[kuruparlayan]

He clambers over the couch without uttering a single word. Leon's small paws pattering against the hardwood of the floor behind him. Koga purposely flops himself down upon Adonis' lap with his face down against their thigh. It seems at first as if he might not say a word until at past he mutters against them: "Don't ya ask a single question. Just lemme lay here for a moment."

🐺 @wildwoof.

"Mhm!"

Adonis is actually quite earnest to follow Koga's instruction, more than happy to be of help. Maybe too happy perhaps, as the young man looks in glee. A bit of a blush on his face, his lips not smiling but his eyes definitely so. He might feel a little guilty of it, but the fact is that he finds himself so happy that, when feeling a bit down, Koga came over to him in his dorm room. Infinitely touched everyday about how much his partner trusted him and didn't let himself be alone when bothered.

So he did not utter a word, only shifting a bit his stance so they would both be comfortable, putting down his book for a moment as, after a minute or so, he tentatively put his warm hand onto Koga's head. Fingers stroke very gently at first, subtly scratching behind the ear: he wanted to spoil the wolf.

At the same time, Leon was done sniffing around the whole room, happily hopping onto the couch to lay down at Koga's side, doubling the support!

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

💭 - Danny and Robibi

Send 💭 for a thought my muse has had about yours ═══ LEAGUE VERSE ═══

The soft chopping of chives lent itself well to distract from the ever busy city outside and below their apartment, pairing nice with the rolling boil upon the stove as the mage prepared dinner for them. Danny was still at work and Miss Glasc had been so king as to grant Robin a day off, so, he prepared their meal for the evening while letting his mind wander. His hand idly reached to touch the collar of the shirt he was wearing, his fiance's, while he slowly lifted the herb and slid it into the cooking broth.

He has't been sleeping well since the incident...

Don't act coy, boy, you know why. You gave him permission to hunt down those people that tried to kill you, to make examples out of them -- of course he won't sleep until he knows they're gone and unable to hurt you. You would feel the same way if it was him who wandered home broken and battered - insolent little brat. Listen to him, discuss it with him; there is much more being thought but never spoken.

Gee thanks, aren't you being a bit dramatic?

No. While he is nonchalant about most, he is not about you; do not think he would be perfectly fine and not worry; he loves you, to say he would not be upset lacks any compassion. I suggest, when he arrives home, you speak with him.

...Alright, I will.

[equescaeli]

@phoenixshards asked: come over tonight. you shouldn't be alone.

Silence, how strange it is for it to be both a mass comfort and a gnawing agitation. No matter how long he sits beneath the beauty of the starlight with his honeyed gaze fixated upward, in the cool of the breeze, he simply cannot settle - he cannot ease the constant racing of his consciousness nor the lurching of his stomach, the anxiety within his breast nor the constant flashbacks that had burned their way into the inner lids of his eyes.

Who could hope to sleep after all in which had transpired thus far? Who could easily lay that unease and guilt aside and rest well? For certain, Dion couldn't.

He had thought himself alone with his thoughts and whispers directed towards the stars above, but the sound of boots scuffing to a halt draws his weary gaze away and toward a familiar silhouette. At first, he knows not what to say and thus there is some relief when it is Joshua of whom decides to speak ere he has chance.

"...I think loneliness is the very least I currently deserve." He wanted his voice to sound as if it was full of self-detestation and spite but instead it was simply doused in the most profound sadness. "I'm... alright, Joshua. You needn't worry---"

[yinzr]

"Not impress... It's a patetic performance... Affa da team dizzn't care. Pfft. You know it's like... Are we gonna be 'appy to play eight minutes? I'm not gonna be 'appy to play eight minutes... What those guys will say if we take... forty percent of their salary because they only play or fifty percent of their salary because we they only play for fifty fifty percent of the time, that's anough. Dat defensive squad, I think dere goal, I really start to believe dere goals is to be... da worst defensive squad in the league. And they're doing such a great job to be da worst defensive squad in the league, dey're dey're, dey turn the puck over, dey have no vision, dey soff like I've never seen a bunch of defensemen soff like dis. So around there, you put the two, combination, and... Well, so hey... Dere's a lotta guys don't care, they pretend to care, but I know dey don't care... What's a solution? Gonna find solution. It's a game of emotion, it's a game of harr work, it's a game of passion, y'know dere's, hey... Like Kovachoo... What he did, the other day...  There's not one guy... was close to do something...  Maybe Maxim Tal-but... At the end wit... one secon leff... 'sabout five foot eight... Pppt. Di, did.. Did dey tink dat... as a coach, dat I get da feeling dat team care for each udder? Wow... Y'know? Try to have a good ambiance, y'know, wit da team yesterday... Pppt. Ay. So I guess we gonna have to come back wit de old recipe, you know? It's like... Dey make my job miserable? So...  It's give and take. What can I do? Hey. I'm so disappoint, about, a lots of guy... Very disappoint. Because dey don' care. If dey care, y'know? Tonight, it's looks like mens against boys. Ay... Oh, Marc, Marc, y'know... He's playing good for us, tank god... Thank you."

- Michel Therrien (Reposting this from almost ten years ago because the original yt video went away and tumblr apparently can’t figure out how to edit a video post.)

[picavecalyx]

I do love. The headcanon. That yveltal is incredibly soft--like their feathers appear very rough but they're legitimately super soft,,, esp the underbelly of it, although the underbelly is actually dangerous to touch because uh. That's where the life flows in. But uh yeah...silva's tail do be like that. Ver soff.

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Newleaf. Spring, as he used to called it. Pinestep could spend hours contemplating the differences between then and now if he wanted to.

This time last year he was bringing Cicadapaw and his siblings out to meet Kia, because she'd insisted he do so. Now, a little bundle of black is playing alone in the little clearing that he often meets Kia in. Oakkit is getting her apprentice name tomorrow. Thunderjaw will be her mentor, he thinks. He smiles as she chases a little bug.

"Stay close, Oakkit."

She giggles and runs back to him.

"Da, what do you think my warrior name will be?"

Pinestep laughs softly, "It's a bit too soon to be thinking about that, don't you think?"

"Mmm... I wanna be Oakclaw!! Or Oakgrowl!!" She bares her sharp little teeth as she growls.

He laughs, "I named you after the Heart Oak, so what about Oakheart?"

She sticks her tongue out, "That's too eeeeeeasy!!"

"I see..."

The little kit continues, chattering her head off about scaring loners and rogues and kittypets and badgers and--

Pinestep flicks an ear as he hears something move nearby. He glances over and sees the familiar shape of his friend stalking in the bushes. His kit isn't paying attention. He gives the she-cat a little smirk. A go-ahead.

Oakkit bounces a little too close to the bush...

And a squeal rips out in the little clearing.

"What was that about scaring kittypets?"

The tiny kit looks as fluffed as a sootsprite, her blue-gold eyes wide as she stares what her little brain considers death in the face.

Pinestep laughs softly, "Gotta pay attention to your surroundings."

Kia lets the little one up, watching her bolt back to her dad's side. Pinestep wraps his tail around his paws and smiles at Kia, "I was almost worried you wouldn't show up."

Kia looks around the clearing and pauses, mouth open to talk. It takes her a second to consider before she remembers herself, "It was a rough winter. Or, uh... what ever you call it now."

"Bareleaf. You know I don't care what you call it."

"Well, I mean..." She motions a paw to the little kit who is still staring at her, absolutely gobsmacked.

"It's fine. She's young, not stupid."

"...only one kit want to come out? I expected you'd bring your whole litter, like last time."

"..." Pinestep sighs. He starts to say something, but he's interrupted.

"They're dead." Oakkit deadpans.

"O-oh... Oh, Paresse... I'm so sorry..." Kia doesn't catch herself. But Pinestep doesn't mind.

"...It was a rough winter. For everyone." He sighs, "But Oakkit is strong enough for a whole litter herself, hm?"

The shadowed stare of the little black kit breaks almost instantly as she enthusiastically agrees and starts bragging about the time she caught a mouse her mom had brought in for her to practice on. Kia settles in to listen and play along. The heavy talk can wait for another day.

[crybaby-tarnished]

Geralt is kneeling on the floor, ‘staring’ at Coin, who is staring back. Geralt reaches one hand out, and softly pokes Coin, then takes back his hand and goes back to staring.