#much floof

[desiredcaramellatte]

Oh ehh hello! I hope I don't bother, but may I request Pitaya Dragon dating hcs?? Please and thank you! ^^

Hello!!

I’m happy we got Pitaya in kingdom but, tbh, I’m just waiting for Ananas

Imagine Longan in kingdom too 👀👀

Don’t know how they would fit well into the story though hhh

Also Pitaya in disguise I’m sorry mmm

Pitaya Dragon x reader

Romantic

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They purr. It’s canon. They purred. Yes, the dragons are all just giant cats in disguise. Rub behind the little strands of their hair on the sides of their face, behind their ears, on the curve of their back, or under their jaw and they will be a mess of purrs.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Of all the dragons, Pitaya is the most vocal and willing to show their affection and/or accept yours. They like to commonly head but you or push against you. They do so lightly, but with them being a dragon and their ‘lightly’ being not-so-light in cookie terms, this can result in you falling over if you’re not paying attention, or if they bump you too roughly. They tend to bump you against you neck and shoulders, but they’ve done so to your side, back, and stomach before.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They hATE water. Being a dragon based on fire and all, water is the Pitaya Dragon’s natural enemy. They enjoy it in little amounts, like drinking a bottle of water or combing water through their hair, but they do NOT like baths or going to the ocean or any type of river. Just bodies of water big enough to encapsulate them almost whole. They will accept taking hot showers, though. The bathroom is practically a sauna once they’re finished with it.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Affections aside from head butting you like the absolute cat they are also include taking you for piggyback rides in either of their forms. If it’s on the ground they’ll mostly sticking to their reserved form, but if they want to fly with you on their back or terrify the locals, they’ll swap to their dragon form. If you ever do fall off of them, they are quick to catch you. If they were close to the ground when you fell and they could catch you, expect them to whole Maleficent-dive under you and catch you with their entire body. They’ll be a little sore from hitting the ground harshly, but their scales are almost as hard as their head. They’re mostly worried about if you’re alright.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ If you wanted to have some sort of saddle or rope or handle for you to hang onto during flights with them in their dragon form, they wouldn’t be against it. So long as it’s removable and doesn’t hinder their flying ability and keeps you safe, then go ahead. Sometimes they might fly with you in their talons (they have beans. Giant dragon beans. Squish the giant beans) if you don’t feel like being on the back or just need a quick transportation, as well.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Their scales are VERY warm. This makes for very good cuddles whenever it’s cold. You don’t even need a blanket by his point- their wings are wide enough to cover whatever part of you isn’t already by their clinginess during snuggle time.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ They love getting into random fights with just about anything. Dragons, people, dogs, cats, furniture. You name it, they probably have a story about sparring with it. Mr. Sprinkles has learned not to come anywhere near Pitaya.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ This dragon is a big tease as well! They’ll tease you on small things you like and do, all in good fun. They can get a little overboard, but their teasing usually ends in either a good laugh or a small head but from them, to show they are just being a little nuisance to you and they don’t mean anything they say.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ The furniture is not safe around them. Either by accident or on purpose, you go through a couch every month and a bed every two. Someone please save the furniture, they don’t deserve this.

[sapphirethefluffymewtwo]

What would a Delphox-Mewtwo hybrid look like?

FLUFF

[lifemod17]

My, my, those eyes like fire, I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre

Look at this lil cutie I saw just hanging out this morning!!! SO PRETTY 🥰

@neonflavoredbees I feel like you'd appreciate this little fella ☺️

[artfella]

It's been a hot minute since last I dropped some of my art. Have a loafing raptor, charlie, as well as some lochsom and kyle!

[reneelovesrobots]

BEEEG!!! 😍😍😍😍

hugging this dog would be heavenly

[nocek]

Wade has a type. The type may not be good for his blood pressure ;P

(but at least good for their energy bill?)

[aikarosethorns]

My last TechnoSketch poped off so hard it warmed my heart! <3

So now there you go, have a Techno being best dog dad <3

[floofanflurr]

“Frisk! Stay Determined…”

[lara-cairncross]

🧚🐇

He’s here!!

[artistmarchalius]

It’s Angel’s turn!

Sepia version under the cut

More vintage Hazbin catalog pages: Fem!Alastor, Fem!Vox, Rosie, Niffty

[what-the-floofin]

Honestly I think way too much about my cervitaurs at all times so have this compilation of Notes about them

[alharinish]

He is well on his way to being the absolute floofliest of floofs. Just so much.

[revasserium]

waiting for winter (我期待的不是雪)

zayne; 1,616 words; fluff, pining, gn!reader, no "y/n", spoilers for lads ch.4, whipped!zayne

summary: he has never loved the winter

a/n: yes, this was inspired by that one chinese tiktok song. no, i will not elaborate.

He has never loved the winter.

But he remembers the first time he watched the snow fall reflected in your eyes — your cheeks kissed pink by the unforgiving wind, the sky a smear of white as the cold sunk into his bones. He remembers the silver bell ring of your laughter as you’d dragged him by the hand out to build a snowman, the look on your face when he’d remarked that your snowman’s nose was crooked because there were no carrots at the corner store so you’d had to make do with a potato instead.

“Look! It’s snowing!”

Zayne shakes himself into the present, glancing out of his office window at the cotton-soft flurries spinning by his windows. Across from him, you’re sitting with a muffler thrown haphazardly around your shoulders, watching the snow with an open, child-like wonder that makes his entire chest twist tight with —

He clears his throat.

“All the more reason for you to be careful — make sure to bundle up when you go outside,” he says, dropping his eyes back to your most recent health report.

You’re not sleeping enough, and your vitamin D levels are lower than he’d like. He’d hoped that becoming a Hunter would at least expose you to a decent amount of sun but then again, you had told him that Jenna’s been keeping tight reigns on you since the explosion.

“Yeah, yeah — I’ll be careful.”

He looks up, his eyes dark as he looks over the shape of you, fingers curled in your lap as you look up at him from beneath your lashes. He holds your gaze and fights to keep his expression neutral as you blush and look away, somehow reverting back to a much younger version of you — the memory of it superimposed upon the look of you now.

“You’re just as bossy as you were back then,” you say, sighing as you shrug up your shoulders like a scolded child.

Zayne scoffs, affording himself a small laugh, “Except I have a doctorate to back it up now, don’t I?”

You pout, pursing your lips. Zayne wonders, for the millionth time that day, how soft they might be beneath his own.

“I liked you better before you got your fancy creds,” you say, still pouting.

Zayne sighs, flicking off his tablet and putting it down on the table.

“Alright, what do you want?”

You blink up at him, eyes wide enough to convince anyone else of your innocence. But he knows better. He’s always known better.

“What do you mean?”

He ticks his tongue against his teeth and leans back in his chair, checking his watch.

“It’s almost lunchtime — c’mon.”

He pushes up from his desk and tugs his doctor’s coat from his shoulders, rolling them loose of the tightness that had gathered there all morning.

“Huh?”

He rounds his desk and tugs his winter coat from the back of the door, turning to fix you with a look.

“The noodle shop around the corner has your favorite as a lunch special.”

He counts down from five in his head — four, three, two —

“Really?” your face breaks into a grin wide enough to split your face. He chuckles.

“Yes, really. Are you coming?”

You stare for a second longer before leaping to your feet and bounding to his side. He reaches out to adjust your muffler, tying it tighter over the front of your chest, swatting your hand away when you try to loosen it.

“I’m going to choke!”

“Better that than for you to get sick again.”

He tugs open the door and watches you walk into the hallway, a bounce to your step that he hasn’t seen since you were both kids and he’d promised you he’d buy you sweets on the way home from school.

“How’re you so sure that the lunch specials gonna be my favorite?” you ask, pivoting on your heels and fixing him with a look, halfway down the white-washed hospital halls. Zayne takes his time buttoning up his own coat and locking his office door behind him.

“Because,” he says, voice steady as he strolls by you, glancing down with the shadow of a smile crimping his lips —

“I know you.”

* * *

He has never loved the winter.

But, he thinks as he watches you slurp down a bowl of wide-cut noodles, your cheeks flushed red with joy, he might just learn to love a winter like this.

You don’t question it when he reaches out to swipe at the corner of your mouth with this thumb, licking off the excess with a contemplative hm. But he revels in the way you swallow and blush and look away.

He wonders if you know.

He wonders if you know that you haunt him like the cold haunts him on the nights when he’s alone. He wonders if you see him the way he sees you, cast behind his eyelids like the frames of an old film whenever he closes his eyes, your smile more familiar to him than his own.

“Full?” he asks, watching as you wipe your mouth on a bit of napkin, lips stained red by the chili sauce.

“Mhm!” you nod, smiling up at him.

The noodle shop smells of chicken stock and green onions and the sharp dampness of snow on winter coats. You push the noodle bowl away and stare down at your hands.

“Are you — I mean… you have to go back to work, right?”

He can’t help but notice the note of reluctance in your voice, the way you look up at him as if hoping he’ll say no. He nods, folding his napkin into halves, and then forths. Outside, the sun is already falling toward the far horizon, casting everything in a goldenrod glow. Shadows fall long and sure along the pavement and Zayne doesn’t want to think about the endless hours of darkness ahead.

“Are you going home after this?” he asks, nodding stiffly to the waiter as he hands over his card, wordlessly pushing your hand away as you make a feeble attempt to try and snatch the receipt.

“I… was thinking about going to see a movie,” you say, thumbing at a stray thread along the edge of your coat. He watches you tug at it for a while before reaching out to take your hand in his.

“Go home,” he says, his voice level.

Your brow creases in a slight frown as you look up.

“But… I wanted to see —”

“We’ll see it this weekend,” he says, giving your hand a quick squeeze before letting go, thanking the waiter as he takes back his card and scribbles his signature on the receipt.

“We will?” you ask, blinking up at him as he stands up.

“Yes. It’s showing Saturday at 2:30 — we can get lunch before, or dinner after.”

He’s tugging on his coat when you reach up to loop his scarf around his neck, standing too close, so close he can smell the caramel milk and whipped cream of your skin. He fights down the shivers that threaten to shake down his spine as he goes still, waiting as you tuck his scarf securely around his neck.

“You never tie your scarf right,” you say, dropping back down onto your heels even as you shoulder on your own coat, cheeks dusted the most darling shade of pink Zayne has ever seen. As he watches you, he thinks it might just put the winter sun to shame.

He thinks he might thank you, or he might just bend down and kiss you — he’s uncertain all the way till you make it outside and you turn to smile up at him. And like this, with the dying sun caressing the edge of your cheek, the line of your jaw, you are nothing short of ethereal.

Zayne reaches forward, his thumb and forefinger catching your chin as he leans down.

Your gasp is little more than a hiccup of breath —

“Don’t be late,” he says, stopping mere inches from your lips, whispering the words against where your lips might be if he were a little more daring.

You hold perfectly still, your eyes round as you stare up at him, searching his face for… something — anything.

When he pulls back, he thinks you almost make to chase him. But you let his fingers drop from your skin and you tug at your muffler, toeing at the slushed-up snow on the sidewalk.

“Winter’s my favorite season, y’know,” you say. And Zayne doesn’t dare to hope. But he does — he watches you out of the corner of his eyes. Above you, all around you, the afternoon sun flickers and fades, a daytime aurora, like tendrils of some long-gone magic, coaxing willing believers toward their untimely doom.

“Hn,” he says, not trusting himself with more. He waits; you take a long breath before turning to look at him.

“You wanna know why?” you ask. And finally, finally he turns to you, his eyes catching your eyes — and in them, he sees the twisting colors of the sky reflected there, serpentine and sinuous. Ancient and inexorable. Reds and yellows, pinks and purples, bleeding into an endless, endless winter blue.

He wets his lips and swallows hard, “Why?”

You smile, and it is like the first glimmer of sun after an arctic winter’s night, and he can’t breathe for the sight of it.

“Because… it reminds me of you.”

lads requests r.... open lol

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Being a melusine must be either sensory hell or sensory heaven

I grind my teeth (I have retainers so I chew on the plastic)

And I pick at my nails

And since melusines don’t have a seen mouth / they don’t open it when they talk. Idk if grinding my teeth. Will be as sensory pleasant

I need to be a little soft melusine just to feel my otter like fur and scream into Foul legacy.

I need to just scream into foul legacy’s floof

you can ABSOLUTELY scream into Foul Legacy's fur :D

everything is softer when you're Melusine, like you're viewing the world from inside a shiny, colorful bubble. your sense of smell, touch, and taste are all different, heightened, and it's quite overwhelming after you initially wake up in your new form. you do eventually get used to it, partially because Merusea is blissfully peaceful and softly lit. you have teeth to chomp and gnash, but your mitten-ish hands have no nails to speak of- a stick of coral will substitute alright, you find, a dead branch that you slowly pick and whittle away as the days go by. it's not the same, not really. but it'll do for the time being, especially on days where everything is overwhelming and you just need a single, simple task to focus on

luckily, Foul Legacy is always there if you need a moment of quiet and warmth. he tilts his head, watching you pace, before trilling softly and tapping the pearlescent floor with his claws. it's a question, see- a way to ask if he can hold you, to make sure you're alright with him touching you. if you nod he scoots over and ushers you into his lap, gently patting your back and holding your head against his fluff, soft and thick and free of tangles ever since you took to giving him regular brushings. you bury your face into the lilac mane, any screams and shouts of annoyance muffled, but you can feel the repressed laughter shaking in his chest as your little tail twitches and lashes much like how Legacy's wings flare up when he's angry

even the Creator gets overwhelmed and irritated sometimes!

[galentir]

Alternative universe where Luke and Reggie share the best werewolf vampire solidarity 🤝

[martincrushcameback]

Arctic wolf martin from the hybrid au i keep microwaving in my brain,he's so fluffy ok, not 100% happy with it but i LOVE the top right and the winter floof vs haircut.