#soft with halo

[moonchild-in-blue]

in my cool good boy hat u gave me 🪲

all messy and stuff but hey! height accurate buggies 👍

[fighting-naturalist]

idk i just thought he looked real pretty lit like this 🤷‍♀️

[acursedhalo]

Reunited With Jill, Part Two. - "It's true, then. It really is you." - "It is."

[buqbite]

I like to imagine that her gentleness is genuine

[simplyavatrice]

ava + every episode - episode 2: "proverbs 31:25"

[gummi-stims]

Angelic partial fursuit from beeps.creatures on tiktok!

[zuzajs14]

~ Let us dream in colours borrowed from the sea ~

Some soft nose kisses <3

Creativity is still very hard but i wanted to redraw this one old piece of mine for quite some time now. So there it goes. The previous version under the cut cause i like the huge difference between them.

[lachatalovematcha]

🌸✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*🌸

小雨と太陽と美しい虹が降り注ぐ窓を開けて、イチゴの入った白いクリームケーキを食べ、アイスイチゴティーを飲みながらこの曲を聴きましょう˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥🌈🍓💕💖🎀🌰🧁

🌸✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*🌸

🌈✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ🌰:*✧･ﾟ: *💖✧･ﾟ:*✧🍓･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*🍫✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*🦋

[sasanka-27]

suptober day 8 - satanic panic 💫

[haewrin]

๑ ˚̩̥̩̥. teddy bear 🧸ᵎ @y-ves ♡

[moonchild-in-blue]

i’ve got a kibby that reminds me of you

:3333

🖤🤍🖤 Good Morning (well, afternoon) 🤍🖤🤍

Beautiful black and white gatito, you are so soft and pretty 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 WHAT IS KIBBY'S NAME BEBE??? I NEED TO KNOWWWWWW

Here's me rn being very cold and eepie on the bus stop 🫰

[empress-of-snark]

hit me like a ray of sun

burning through my darkest night

you’re the only one that I want

think I’m addicted to your light

[empresskadia]

I have John-117 brain rot tonight and I'm sleep-deprived, so buckle up friends ;)

I've been thinking about how Spartans use their downtime after missions because regardless if they want it or not, they're gonna get ordered to take mandatory downtime. So it's not surprising when Captain Lasky tells Blue team to take a 48-hour rest period, even if John tries to protest and tell him they're fine. An order is an order.

So, Fred goes to catch up on paperwork, Kelly wants to go bully the IVs and Linda joins her on the promise that they'll go to the shooting range together and get a chance to play wargames, so she can test out a new modification she made to Nornfang.

But, all three know where John's going to go and that's to find his partner. They know the Chief won't admit it but they notice the slight slack of his shoulders as they leave debriefing and John's eyes flickering to the door as they get stripped from their second skin. They know the exact direction of your room and coincidentally that's the way Chief is heading after they've showered.

None of them say anything but exchange small glances of understanding. In a way, his partner was the only time he allowed himself to feel human, even if it was just a fraction. They'll all tease John about it in the morning when you both arrive for breakfast, but until then, they were grateful for the small reprieve you gave him.

So when your door swishes open after the bioscan confirms his handprint and the only light in the room is a dim glare from the projected screen playing a rerun of a show he's sure you've already watched and the body in the bed barely moving in response, he knows you're tired. There are no words said as he approaches, his partner giving him a simple hum of acknowledgment as you roll over to make room for his giant frame on the mattress.

John's movements are slow and careful not to disturb you too much. He sits on the edge, the familiar creak of the springs under his weight like a subtle greeting. You can hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as he begins to uncurl the laces of his boots as you instinctively reach out, fingers brushing against his forearm. It's a simple touch, but the question is there, asking if he's okay. He pauses for a moment, glancing back at you, and in the dim light, you can see those blue eyes soften slightly and the barest hint of exhaustion lay there.

No, he wouldn't say anything, but you could know and he lets you see.

He lies down next to you, his massive arm wrapping around your waist as you shift slightly for his head to rest on your chest. Your hand instinctively goes to his back, and running your nails up and down his back, taking a moment to gently brush over the divots of scars that you could tell apart from the augmentation ones to the ones he received from countless battles.

After a moment, you could feel him relax into your embrace, finding that perfect spot where your shoulder cradles his head. The gentle patterns on his back are seemingly like a lullaby for the Spartan. The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, the hum of the old show filling in as white noise.

John sighs, a deep, slow breath that you're sure he's been keeping in for a long time. You know he's holding a lot inside—memories of what happened to Cortana and the Didact, the constant need to keep going, and the result of New Phoenix. But here, in the quiet of your room, he can let go just a little, trusting you to hold the pieces together while he rests.

You keep tracing the lines on his back, your fingers gentle but deliberate as the room descends into total quiet and darkness. The air is warm, and the subtle scent of your shampoo mingles with the sterile smell of the Spartan's armor. You rest your head against his, the warmth of his skin bringing a small comfort to your tired mind.

It's not often you get moments like these—where the world outside doesn't matter, where you're not Spartans, but just two people sharing a quiet night together.

Downtime is as much a part of the job as the missions, and if it means spending it with you, he's not going to argue. Even if he had an easier time being a part of the armor, he could be human for a moment. Human for you.

[visionsofai]

[dewyrka]

☆꒰ love bomb my love bomb 𖣠ᬵ @y-ves

[pyrriax]

a little (better expanded) zam design concept!