#fluffeh

[teabunnee]

I am very Bryon and Lorsan pilled, if you’d be willing to write something for either or both it would be so wonderful 🌸 have a great day ahead!!

S/O wants to Touch Lorson and Byron’s ears

Bryson 

You can’t sneak up on him. Lorsan has tried, and failed, multiple times. It was surprisingly good practice for him. 

He knows what you’re doing, and he will dodge out of the way, and you might see a cute slight smile on his face. Oddly enough, Elona won’t warn him, and instead just turns to look at you whenever you try to sneak up behind him. If you’re his romantic partner, Elona probably trusts you enough not to harm her friend. But even with the handicap, he still figures out where you are. 

He compliments you on your efforts in a way that shows he absolutely knows what you’re trying to do. 

The best way is to ask him. He’ll tilt his head, nods and kneels gracefully, like a knight. 

His ears are rather downy, and your fingers sink into them, especially the tips, which are basically fur. They probably help with his hearing and his sensitivity to the wind. 

Touching him, his shoulders drop slowly, and he leans towards you. He starts to rumble in a mix of a low groan and…purring? 

CAW!

Elona ruins the moment because now she wants pets too. Thankfully, her feathers are also very soft. 

Lorsan 

He hates being called bunny ears, but you’ve seen him brush them meticulously during camp, and they look ridiculously soft. 

If you stare at his ears, he will preen and tell you about his routine to keep them as soft and as perky as they are. Wandering around for 3 years has apparently done nothing to prevent him from taking proper care of his ears. 

If you sneak up on him, or grab his ears while he’s talking to you, he squeaks and blushes. It’s adorable. 

With a pout, he pulls off your hands by their wrists and leans towards you. 

“If you wanted to touch them, just ask! And be gentle!” 

Lorsan’s ears are super soft, like velvet, and the pink areas are particularly sensitive 

Dude basically melts under your ministrations. Curiously, you scratch the base a little, and…his leg thumps. 

Both of you stop. He blushes even more now and flees. He won't talk to anyone for the rest of the night.

Lyca tells you later, laughing hysterically, that leg thumping was something you’re supposed to grow out of by your teens. 

[insanemarshmallow]

"The moon's gift(tears)"

Hi-res version: https://www.patreon.com/posts/spirit-blossom-72339128

[alexandersupertramp-1]

poodle moths of course <3

[kittensoftpaw]

Not my best work, but I think it’s kinda cute? Was still getting used to drawing them-

[jjaydazo]

MOR Frans!!

Cause I rarely draw them affectionately!!!

[mello-jello]

Drabble Challenge Day 23

Prompt: Being Old Together. 557 words.

With international unrest ceasing thirty years after the rumbling, Hange and Levi finally deemed it safe to visit their old home of Paradis.

Hange wanted to see the old Trost barracks. It was a surreal experience. The Yeagerists had done a number on their old stomping grounds. They walked the paths through the city they once knew. They remembered cobblestone streets, with friendly stalls and shops with familiar faces. Now, they see a city that has developed highways, and the people were less inviting. 

Feeling a little distraught, Hange and Levi made their way to the outskirts, where their old training facility was located. To their pleasant surprise, it was largely untouched. Levi perked up a little bit.

“What?” Hange asked, noticing Levi’s change in mood.

“I think they’re still here…” he mused, pushing up and out of his wheelchair, Levi hobbled down the corridor of the basement. Curious, Hange followed.

“What’s still here?” Hange asked.

Levi opened a small crate that was tucked away in the far corner of the cellar. He coughed as his motion stirred up decades-old dust. Hange peered over his shoulder and hollered with glee when they realized what it was.

“No way! 3DM gear?!” They whooped excitedly.

“Do you think it’ll still work after all this time?” Levi asked.

“Only one way to find out!”

Neither one of them had worn their gear in three decades, but the belts seemed to find their places easily. It felt natural. Levi stretched his bad knee, testing it’s range of motion.

“I think I can still do it,” he said, more to himself than to Hange.

“I think you’re full of shit,” they scoffed.

Levi glared as he attached the gas tank, and pointed his hips in the direction of a nearby tree. Hange realized his intentions a second too late to stop him.

“Wait, No-!” they hollered, but Levi had already launched.

It was a nostalgic feeling. The wind in his hair, the pull on the belts, and the free-falling sensation at the peak of his arches, just before the reels found something else to hook into. He had to admit he missed this. His smile grew into a grin as he looked back at Hange.

Then as Levi tried to round a tree, the pressure of the harness caused his knee to lock and he shouted out in pain as he tumbled to the ground.

“Shit,” Hange cursed, deploying their own gear. They traveled with much less style, but at least they didn’t eat shit on the way.

“Are you okay?” They asked, helping Levi to his feet.

“Yeah,” he muttered, dusting himself off. He seemed more pissed off than hurt, to which Hange was relieved. “I never realized how much I engaged my legs.”

“You’re also just old as hell and you need to act like it,” Hange teased. “I didn’t even try anything fancy and my hip is already sore,” they rubbed the area for emphasis. “And I don’t know how any of us avoided whiplash.”

“Tch, compared to you being a pain in my neck for all these years, whiplash is nothing” Levi said dryly.

Hange giggled and said, “Awww, that’s so sweet of you,” before giving a big obnoxious smooch right on his scarred cheek.

Hange wrapped under his arm to help him walk back to the barracks.

[steverogersnotebook]

Fluffeh "boyfriend" phone screens

[rhiminee]

Snippet of a new song!