#floof au

[muppenthings]

My part of a trade with wonderful @warcats-cat! I hope you like! 💙

The floofs and her floof sona are making a snowfloof. All was going well until Virgil dunked Janus' head in the snow. Soon it will escalate into a fun free-for-all! :)

#Muppen draws #floof au #warcats-cat #floof sona #The original file is so big the program is crashing and my computer sings 😂 #I had a lot of fun! #The floofsona was such a treat to draw <3 #After the free-for-all snow fight they all go inside Roman's house to warm up #Probably have some treats! :3 #A good day to be a floof! :3

[warcats-cat]

Midnight Sad (Part 2)

A/N: Well... this was *supposed* to be a one-shot... but then I wanted more... and we all know by now that I love Patton...

It’s almost one am...

@muppenthings​ uh... surprise? lol

Part One   Ao3

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Too much water

Too much water

Too much water…

Their den was supposed to be safe, the tunnels carefully reinforced over time with dried twigs and stone, the floors covered with soft dried grasses. It had always been safe. 

They didn’t know why this was different. They couldn’t stop the water rising higher and higher, flooding through their sleeping rooms and storages, collapsing tunnels.

Patton was scared. 

They had to leave; they had to leave now. There was too much water all around and they had to get back above ground. Logan and Virgil had scurried ahead, clearing the debris as best they could while Patton helped Janus drag themself through the mud. Their long fluff was soaked, they shivered, and Patton could do little more than help to carry the long train of their coat. Both of their paws dragged, sucking in with each squelching step. 

Janus' ear twitched backwards, and Patton heard, too, as another ceiling or barrier somewhere broke free. With the greatest heave he could muster, Patton shoved Janus forward, both forepaws on their rear, out of the way of a falling rock. It hit Patton’s shoulder instead of Janus' head, but only barely. Janus cried in alarm, quickly matched by Logan and Virgil further ahead, and Patton trilled an ok. He would be ok. They had to keep going. 

Patton squeezed his way past the rock, when all of a sudden the roof was torn free, exposing their little hive to the pounding rain and open sky. A stone hand, formed with long, slender fingers and sharp talons hung above them. 

Stone-Virgil. 

The gargoyle towered over them, and for a moment, Patton was all the more terrified. But the hand that was filled with sticky mud quickly discarded it, and he leaned down to put both hands out for the hive to climb on. 

Safety. 

They would deal with the damage later; for now, there was an abundance of trilling and purring in thanks as all four scurried into the stone fingers. The feeling of being lifted so high, and so quickly, was jarring; Patton pressed his own shivering body against Virgil for the security of feeling another body with him. They were carefully cradled against Stone-Virgil’s chest, one hand supporting them and the other making a cage so they wouldn’t fall. 

They were all soaking wet, and covered in sticky mud, and so cold; Patton started crying, feeling his body shudder with the little hiccupping sobs. Whether it was from the fear or the relief, he didn't know.

Logan huddled a little closer and pressed his cheek into Patton’s, purring low and nuzzling into the fluff there. Logan wasn’t much for cuddles, but he was never shy about comforting Patton or Virgil when they were scared or upset. Patton tried to purr in turn, but Logan only shushed him, and allowed him to keep crying. 

All too soon, they had passed into Roman’s den, the large structure blessedly warm and free of falling rain. The gardener had set out thick fabrics all over the den floor, and a few more on top of the high ledge he called a counter in his storage room, the kitchen. Stone-Virgil carefully released the hive onto the fabrics on the counter, and Patton was all the more relieved to feel that they were soft and dry under his paws. 

“Are they okay?” Roman hovered over them, setting a dish of water and several funny-looking brushes next to them. 

“They’re scared. I had to dig up one of the entrance tunnels just to find them.” Stone-Virgil was walking away, deeper into the den. 

“Can you grab my bottle of shampoo? I think Goldie is gonna to need it.” Roman called over his shoulder, before turning to his hive-mates. “How are you guys? Anything hurt?” he asked softly, holding out a hand to them as if ready to inspect. Logan, thankfully, was able to focus at the moment, and shook his head no for the human. 

“Good.” he said, letting out a breath. His shoulders relaxed, and he picked up one of the strange brushes and gestured to the bowl. “This one is just plain water, but I warmed it up a little. And these,” He held the brush closer for them to inspect, “are called toothbrushes. They’re like Goldie’s brushes outside, but smaller. I’m hoping they’ll get the mud off.” 

“Thanks.” Janus chirped softly. They were quick to climb into the dish, beginning to brush their paws across their flank to dislodge the sticky mess.

“Thank you,” Logan whistled louder, for their Roman to hear him. 

Finally, Stone-Virgil returned to the kitchen, carrying a bottle and another dish. Patton found himself relaxing at the sight of the gargoyle, not even having realized he was so upset that Stone-Virgil had left the room. 

“Here, buddy,” Roman poured thick liquid like sap into the other dish, and swirled it around a few times to produce bubbles, and then carefully lifted Janus once more. “Don’t lick this, it’s not good. But it should help your fur.” He said softly, and for perhaps the first time in their life, Janus remained still and allowed Roman to do as he pleased. Perhaps they were simply too exhausted.

Patton joined Virgil and Logan in the warm water, curious about the strangely pleasant, but chemical, smell of whatever Roman had added to the other. He didn’t even bother to start grooming himself, just sat down in the warmth and watched everyone in the room. Safe. They were safe.

Stone-Virgil joined Roman with another toothbrush, dipping it in the funny liquid and picking up Virgil, who barely grunted in response. Looking at Janus, the feeling must have been pleasant; his hive-mate was lax in Roman’s hand as the brush passed over and over their back, occasionally returning to the dish to be rinsed of mud. Patton had no doubt that he and Logan would receive the same treatment soon; their giant hive-mates were so caring like that. No one was ever left out. 

Patton started to cry again, and Logan paused his scratching at his flank to come to his side. The darker hive-mate sat parallel next to Patton, pressed tight into his side, and Logan turned his face to nuzzle into Patton’s cheek once more. 

“It’s ok,” he chirped softly, “we’re all ok. Even Roman and Stone-Virgil are ok. We will all take care of each other.” His low voice rumbled through Patton’s body along with his purrs, and Patton felt himself begin to purr in response, soothing vibrations matching in harmony. 

Roman and Stone-Virgil, meanwhile, were chattering about human things overhead as they tended to Virgil and Janus, and after a bit more self-soothing, Patton turned his ears to them to listen. 

“-glad you saw the notice about the drainage pipes,” Roman was saying, talking softly as if not to disturb Janus’ peace. “I didn’t even know one ran under the house.” 

“I’m glad I could hear them squeaking.” Stone-Virgil responded, after a long pause. Roman huffed, but the sound was mirthful, not melancholy.

“I promise to never make fun of your bat hearing, ever again.” Roman said, smiling, and setting a very limp Janus down on a clean fabric, carefully and loosely wrapping a corner over their hive-mate. Janus cracked open one eye, looking over at Logan and Patton, cuddled up and still muddy. Janus heard their purring, and sure enough, their own rumble picked up. 

Safe. Everyone is safe. 

Roman picked up Patton next, and Stone-Virgil wrapped Virgil in the same manner as Janus before taking Logan. Patton was just a bit nervous about the toothbrush; if it really was like Janus’ brushes outside, it would be very hard, and scratch through Patton’s much shorter fur very quickly. Patton had only ever tried to use Janus’ brushes once. 

However, when the sensation came, it was very gentle. It felt like dozens of little claws parting through the fur on his head, scrubbing the funny-smelling liquid and little bubbles between Patton’s ears. Meanwhile, Roman’s thumb gently rubbed across Patton’s stomach, loosening the mud further and making him relax without realizing. 

From the looks of it, Logan was receiving a similar treatment; the usually stiff hive-mate drooping out of Stone-Virgil’s hand with his eyes shut, looking almost like a drooping rose as it turned into a seed.

The giants continued to chatter, but it was significantly harder to focus now. Besides, just hearing their voices was enough. Patton was surrounded by his hive-mates, safe and warm and cared for. 

Some time later (when had he fallen asleep?) all four of the smaller hive-mates were huddled together, smelling strangely sweet, with fur softer than it ever had been. Roman set them all in the mini-den he’d built for them, somewhere safe to sleep on colder winter nights or when the days became too hot. Patton peeped at Roman, nuzzling the human’s hand as he was set down, and the four headed off into their sleeping room for the night.

They were all cuddled tight, in the dark, and warm and dry and safe. 

But now, Patton couldn’t sleep.

They were safe, unlikely to get sick thanks to Roman and Stone-Virgil, with the human’s sturdy den surrounding their little home away from home. 

Patton sat for a long time, maybe hours, watching his hive-mates sleep. Comforting himself with the little chirps and coos of their dreams, the gentle rise and fall of their backs as they breathed. Logan snorted, which was adorable and Patton would be certain to tease him about it in the morning. 

But still, Patton was restless. Their home was gone; the tunnels would take weeks, if not longer, to drain and dry out. All of their treasures and storage were probably lost or destroyed by the rushing water. He didn’t even want to think about what could have happened if Stone-Virgil hadn’t heard them. 

The hive had slept in this little den a few times, and it wasn’t the first time one of them couldn’t sleep. Poor Virgil still had nightmares, though thankfully rare now, about the very large and upsetting dog that had jumped Roman’s fence last summer. Logan would sometimes get up in the night to wander, his mind buzzing at being surrounded by so many human things to explore. 

Patton wondered if he’d be lucky; if Roman had set out a snack for them, as he occasionally did. 

He brushed carefully against his sleeping hive-mates, before creeping out. He climbed the little ladder they’d been given in the mini den, and slowly made his way through the living room and towards the kitchen. 

Looking around at Roman’s treasures, he was once again struck by what they had lost. What they had come so close to losing. Patton was so tired, and he couldn’t help it, he started to cry again. He was thankful to be in Roman’s den, where it was warm and safe, but there was so much gone. They were already such a little hive. He refused to think of what would happen if he lost one of the others. 

Patton shook his head, crawling up the smooth wood of the shorter ledge, called coffee-table, towards the light from the kitchen. The rain continued on, now adding low rumbles of thunder and flashes of light that cut through the dark and quiet of the den. Patton hoped the extra light would illuminate something to get the past day off his mind.

He was surprised to find a giant shadow instead. 

Whatever it was was huge, lit from behind with its eyes staring right through him. Stone-Virgil was asleep next to their mini-den; this was either Roman, or a very big monster. And Patton was alone. 

“Roman?” He peeped softly. “Is that you?” He was fluffed up in full, though the softened fur was a little more fuzzy and wispy than usual. He pulled his ears back as well, hoping the shadow wouldn’t think of him as a snack. Another rumble of thunder rolled through the house, and Patton managed to see a little more of Roman’s face, as the human carefully set his hand in front of Patton. 

“Hey, muppet. It’s just me. See?” Roman’s usually booming and vibrant voice was dampened, barely a rumble instead. Patton wondered if he was trying to enjoy the noise of the thunder. 

Patton took his wiggling fingers as an invitation, and all but sprinted to the comfort of the human’s warm hand; brushing up against it, smelling Roman’s funny human smell and the flowers from the liquid he’d been drinking. He cried a little more; their big hive-mate had done so much for them, and continued to do so. He may have been much bigger, and may speak a different language, but he was still family. 

As if reading his thoughts, Roman flipped his hand over, creating a little space that fit Patton perfectly; He could still look up and see his human, but he now felt a little more safe. It had been such a scary day. The human ran his thumb now over Patton’s head, gently stroking the space between his ears, and Patton stood up a little to add pressure to the feeling. 

The human had funny ways of grooming them, but it sure felt good.

“What’s wrong, little buddy?” Roman asked, in that low, quiet voice. He paused for a moment as he pet Patton, before asking further, “Is it the storm?”

The question made Patton himself pause for a moment, tilting his head. Yes, the storm was bad, but that wasn’t the only reason Patton was upset. And it would be almost impossible to tell Roman everything anyway. 

Patton shook his head, and Roman went back to petting him.

“Just sad, then? Can't sleep?” the human asked, after another period of silence. 

“Yeah…” Patton squeaked; for some reason unable to say any more. That seemed to be enough of an answer for Roman anyway, as the human nodded and looked away in contemplation, still petting Patton. The human’s hand was secure, and safe, and Patton chose not to move in the meantime. 

He quirked an ear when Roman continued suddenly, “Yeah. Me too.” His voice was still low and quiet, but now it had that melancholy tone. “Sometimes I guess, you’re just sad.” Patton pushed his head into Roman’s hand for a moment, churring, trying to comfort him as the human was comforting him. Patton had seen Roman sad before, but he still wondered every time; what could bring such a great, powerful and yet gentle creature to be so sad. 

Patton’s own rumble must have helped, because suddenly Roman smiled, and moved his hand away. Patton pouted, but the human merely held the hand in the way he usually meant pause. “Sorry, one second. Let me get something.” he said, and turned towards the kitchen as Patton leaned against the warm cup that held Roman’s flowery tea. 

Patton would have to go back to the sleeping den soon; he didn’t want to worry the others. Not after the day they’d had. But for some reason, he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to spend a little more time with his bigger hive-mate. 

Just in time for the thought, Roman returned, with another shallow dish, this one only the size of his cup, and painted with strange, spotted fish. He took his cup, and poured some of the tea into the shallow one, and set it down in front of Patton. 

He knew Roman wasn’t one to mix them up, even in the dark, so he was confused as to why the human was offering him the treat that was usually for Virgil.

Again, sensing his question, the human answered for him, “It’s chamomile and lavender. It’s supposed to help you sleep. But it’s also just nice.” Well, it would be rude not to give it a try; Virgil wasn’t really one to share his sweetwater on Saturdays, so Patton had only ever tasted it second hand while grooming Virgil’s face. 

Patton sniffed the liquid, feeling a little bit of warmth coming up to greet him. It did smell nice, familiar and strange at the same time. Patton took a hesitant sip, and, finding it quite tasty indeed, sipped up a little more. 

Roman began to chatter about human things; his former hive-mate taking care of him and Remus as hatchlings, sharing warm tea in the middle of the night. Midnight Sad was an excellent human term; that’s exactly how Patton had been feeling. He was sad and scared because of everything that had happened, but he was also sad because it was dark, and Patton was alone being awake, and somehow the world didn’t feel right. 

Roman finally set his tea aside, and settled his chin on his arms, watching as Patton enjoyed a little more of his own. “We’re ok,” the human said, “We’ll be ok.” 

“Yeah, we will.” Patton trilled in response; they would rebuild. Or maybe they would just sleep in Roman’s den from now on. He was family, after all. 

The human was too big to cuddle effectively, but his face was right here, for once. So close. 

Patton stood up a little on his hind legs to reach, before rubbing cheeks with Roman. They would be ok. He purred, and felt Roman tilt his head just slightly, as his cheeks rose into a smile. The human settled just a little lower, and Patton continued to purr, cuddling as close as he could to his hive-mate. 

Patton didn’t really notice himself drifting off; only hearing Roman whisper to him, a soft, “Thanks,” which was really unnecessary. They were family. Comfort was in abundance.

They would be ok. 

#warcats writes #muppen floof au #floof au #sanders sides au #ts Roman #ts Patton #ts Virgil #ts Janus #hurt/comfort #fluff #tw thunderstorms #tw drowning #not really #but just in case #tw flooding

[angelxd-3303]

There's something healing about drawing characters in various states of rage.

Closeups, because lineart is linearting:

I like to think I improved lol.

#traditional art #luigi #mario #bowser #princess peach #bowuigi #mareach #expressions #mario au #my au #ao3 stuff #yes Bowser has more floof. At this point I should just commit and give him the lion mane I want him to have lol #mario: What did you just say?? #Luigi: I know you didn't just go there. #Peach: Wanna repeat that dear? #Bowser: You have two seconds.

[galentir]

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

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #jatp willie #jatp art #jatp fanart #digital art #my art #this AU hasn't left me I love this so much already #telling by Luke's messy hair... werewolf!Luke was predestinied to be a big floof #and Reggie would absolutely LOVE IT #Alex is having none of it #he wouldn't know what answer he expected to hear from Reggie #last art post of this year! the past three months have been a lot so I'm mentally still stuck in october #but today I finally finished a big project and can now post some art I originally started with the halloween picture #can't believe it's the end of december #so instead of happy halloween have a happy new year!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

most of you will not understand the agony of this outfit. but hey here's fantasy au Howdy!

rambles:

yes. i know. he looks like a gunslinger. but I think it'd be funny if Howdy shows up and he minorly tweaks the genre simply by Existing! plus, he has to make himself useful beyond being a traveling salesman - he doesn't have a scrap of magic in him! so! alchemist gunslinger!

due to much of this "final" outfit design being Miguel's (@indigopoptart <3 thanks for your help homeslice <3) influence, i have less to say than usual! i'll talk about the things i Kept from the first terrible, terrible draft!

i wanted him to have full-coverage gloves because One, gloves fuck, & Two, shooting gloves! plus, he regularly works with dangerous materials! gotta keep his hands as safe as possible! speaking of his guns, they were a Ton of fun to draw. i wanted to make them ornate... Howdy seems like he'd enjoy nice things? fancy stuff perhaps? anyway the guns have his tavern "logo" on them!

the "second safety" mentioned triggers a magic-oriented mechanism that allows him to piece the guns together! they "unfold" into a big ol clusterfuck of a powerhouse weapon! unfortunately, using this immediately breaks the guns and they have to be repaired, so it's a "break glass in case of emergency" ace up the Neighborhood's sleeve!

i like to imagine that his bandolier, while cool, stresses everyone out a little bit. each bullet is full of pressurized weaponized magic. If they break while on the bandolier, well! Howdy would probably be very much Royally Fucked! i also drew the bullets too large here, so imagine that there's a lot more than shown and they're a lot smaller. I didn't realize this mistake until right now! oopsies!

i want to keep elements of the canon outfits in these fantasy ones. hence why his vest is striped and blue, he's still got the reddish brown pants, and! why his cloak clasp is shaped like a tie! and why the inside of his cloak resembles his apron!

i like to think that Howdy got his magic pack by swindling some poor soul out of it! when the buckles are undone, it unfolds into a vendor stand that looks Much different than the tiny scribble provided! said scribble is there to ah... what's the word. Demonstrate? get the point across? it's actually quite a nice stall! he has space to sell, and a workbench to tinker on! the pockets on the bag actually do function as pockets, though.

#'why does he have a ponytail' yeah i dont have an excuse for that one #im projecting my mullet & mullet-esque hairstyle loving self i suppose! #he's just like me now.... #< nah im jesting! my back floof isnt nearly that long! #anyway howdy my absolute beloved <3 #hes so funny. i love thinking about him #in general but also this is an au post! thinking about That! #i love it when he comes along on adventures #everyone is having downtime and he's on the side of the road handling volatile materials and bothering passersby #its a good thing he's coordinated! probably! #he's coordinated right? ehhhh i have faith that he is #scribble salad #wh fantasy au #ohhhh i should draw him with his hood up... #OHHHH I SHOULD DRAW A LIL FANTASY AU RAINY DAY THING #< i say this as if i have the energy! #its been low lately... very low... #i love being tired and drained for literally no reason!

[murasakibonnet]

Entangled

Based on @sha-biest’s golden future AU.

This was so much fun to make between the absolute floof of hair and glowy details. I’m pretty excited where Golden Future is headed.

Much love and appreciation for the beatifully talented Sha 😊

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #michelangelo #i got lost in the floof #inktober #risetober #at some point I remembered this was an inktober prompt #Day 21: Chains #sha-biest’s goldenfuture au fanart #goldenfutureau fanart #bonnet’s fanart

[pixlokita]

So I was scrolling through your page just for fun and then I saw that you have a werewolf CC AU and I was like: " Wolf Cassie's definitely going to be friends with him."

Sorry Gregory! But now we got a Wolf gang!

Aw ye ;w;

#finally he can be taller than everyone else 😔✨ #the floofs #fnaf #pix answers #fnaf security breach #cassie fnaf #evan afton #crying child #werewolf tag #babybear #gosh darn how AUs there’s too many #but technically #the werepup one came first #so #eh Idk idk #werepup

[llamagoddessofficial]

The moth boys and mutual grooming thing is so cute! But does their fuzz take to water alright? I know some species of moths can grow mold in their fuzz if damp too long and it’s rather deadly? So would they have issues with showers or so? If not I can imagine MC using all her fancy shampoos on them and making them smell like a new smoothie flavor each week.

I never considered that before, but now, I like to think that grooming for moths is important for not just bonding- it's also important for keeping fur looking good and staying somewhat waterproof. Maybe something to do with the distribution of waterproofing through their floof... it needs to be ruffled and brushed. Either by themselves, or someone else.

For Sans and Red, waterproofing isn't an issue. They know how to do it for themselves when they don't have other moths around, and even in the zoo (where they don't have to worry about rain) Mc would unintentionally help with it when caring for their wings.

Skull would have problems, though. He was raised in captivity, and grew up separated from other moths; he never had anyone to teach him how to groom/be groomed. His floof grows long and sometimes matted, he gets mucky and dusty since he can't self-clean. Mc would have to give him a proper bath every once in a while.

.... The only thing Mc dislikes more than being snatched by a clingy moth, is being snatched by a soggy clingy moth. He weighs twice as much when he's wet.

#llamagines #zoo moth au #moth sanses #can you imagine how much skull would floof up when he gets dried though #he would LOVE being towel dried #making all the happy trilling noises #hates being bathed but absolutely loves being toweled

[minibamnight]

#boba eyes!! #my fav dragon boi #i love him so much #floof #seonghwa #seonghwa with long hair because i can #çizim #ateez #ateez art #ateez fanart #midnight sketches #ateez fan art #park seonghwa #pirate au #ateez pirate au #ateez au

[muppenthings]

How about a floof and a butterfly or sunglasses for summer ( long time no see )

A reminder that floofs eats insects. ;)

I woke up today and chose violence

#Ask #pixangelofbees #floof au #And hello! Hope you've been doing well!! ^^ #cw insect

[warcats-cat]

Midnight Sad

A/N: Hi friends! Short time, no see ;) I’m back with another Floof Fic for the incomparable @muppenthings ! This is actually something I used to do with my mom if I had a nightmare or couldn’t sleep; she would bring some tea upstairs and sit with me for a little bit. (I still had to go to school in the morning, which kind of sucked, but oh well.) 

Also, I have a confession to make. I love tea, but I secretly hate chamomile... I just have a lot of lavender teas now that I drink if I’m sad or sleepy. But chamomile is the one most people are familiar with, so that’s what I’ll use here, lol.

Ok, you guys know the drill! Let me know if I missed any tags, and I hope you enjoy your time!

Read on Ao3 Here!

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Soft rumbling of thunder surrounded the house, the patter of determined rain filling the rooms with light background noise. Roman had the lights dimmed in respect of the late hour and his rather odd roommates. 

Virgil was standing in the corner, his wings pulled up over him like a cocoon, and he’d solidified into stone. As clear a sign as any that he was sleeping, and it would take a lot more than thunder to wake him. The muppets were all snuggled up in the run he’d built, cuddling in a dark hide away, presumably also asleep. 

Roman just couldn’t fall asleep himself. 

The thunder and rain should have put him right under. It was the perfect level of background noise for a deep and sound snooze. His little garden friends were all safe inside, taking refuge from their tunnels that were beginning to flood from three days of nonstop rain. Roman had a whole two days off of work with nothing to do except relax. 

He just couldn't sleep.

Roman sat on the couch, setting a warm cup of tea on the table and staring into nothing. Lavender and chamomile for resting. And yet here he was, wide awake as the day. 

Roman spent the time wondering about his miniature roommates; the tiny creatures came and went as they pleased, and seemed largely unbothered by his presence. They even, in their own way, helped him tend the garden itself. 

The four were a daily presence now; the one he called Goldie especially. They spent a good ten minutes every morning on his windowsill, brushing their long tufts of fur clean. When Roman first met them, he could tell the little muppet had been struggling. He’d watched from a distance as the other three would pause what they were doing throughout the day to free their long-furred friend from burrs and leaves; and if Roman woke up early enough, he would find the three carefully picking at Goldie’s fur, attempting to groom out knots that had formed in the night. 

Initially, Roman had only bought one little brush on a whim, something recommended for particularly fluffy cats, and propped it up against the wall while setting out a few Saturday treats for the muppets. Goldie had gone crazy, brushing up against the firm bristles and purring like a toy motorboat. When Roman had tried to walk away, thus letting the brush fall from its position, the little thing had growled. He’d stood at the window for an hour, repositioning the brush occasionally for the miniature diva. 

He’d bought more brushes the next day, and built a self-brushing structure under the muppet’s careful guidance. 

The little purple one, Stormy, was also one to visit as often as possible; usually seeking out treats or ways to fight with Virgil. How he’d managed to find Roman’s wallet and then open it and take out money with his miniscule little paws, Roman would never know. But he’d certainly learned not to leave important things sitting around.

Stormy had quite a sweet tooth, and a penchant for making a mess. Roman found himself constantly trying to protect his tea from the little menace, and was waiting for the day he’d have to take down the butterfly feeders because the fluff-ball had figured out what was inside. 

There were two blue muppets, one a darker blue and one lighter. The darker blue he’d nicknamed Sherlock, because the little guy had a tendency to stick his nose in anything that piqued his curiosity. After the phone incident, Roman had taken to getting whatever puzzle toys he could find, trying to keep the little guy occupied. Sherlock clearly very much wanted the cellphone back, but Roman wasn’t about to allow that after the muppet had called his boss, and he definitely couldn’t afford to give the bug one of his own. 

The puzzle toys seemed to be working for now; a variety of both pet and baby toys were hidden away in the artist’s closet, and he would supply a new one when Sherlock got bored with the one he’d had. 

Thankfully, the curious ball of fluff didn’t seem to mind cycling through toys, as long as the puzzle was refreshed. And Virgil occasionally helped; setting out things for the muppet to find throughout the yard, leaving clues pointing towards new toys and treasures. Although Roman still needed to talk to the gargoyle about maybe not hiding things on the roof. 

The falling treat ball had really hurt when it smacked into his skull.

It was clear, whatever they were, that all four of the muppets were excellent climbers; constantly crawling up the brickwork of the house, wandering along tree branches and occasionally the edge of the fence. If they put their mind to it, they could probably scale the smooth walls inside the house. 

Roman was pulled from his thoughts by soft chirping, and he turned to find the littlest of the muppets, the light blue one he’d been calling Heart based on one of his markings. Heart had climbed the coffee table and was now huddled up in a ball and watching him. This muppet was usually cheery and friendly; the one most likely to wander close to Roman when he worked in the garden, playing with his tiny toy watering can or chasing a feather wand; but tonight, in the dimly lit living room, he almost looked scared. 

The little thing had his hackles raised like a cat’s, the pale blue fluff down his back puffed up. In the dark, he looked more like Stormy than himself. His eyes were glossier than usual, as well, and his ears pulled down in submission, instead of backwards in aggression. 

Well, technically Roman was guessing at a lot of it. He’d learned a lot of their expressions and their body language, but there was still a bit of a learning curve involved.

Roman wondered then, what must he look like in the low light, combined by the flashing and noise of the storm. He carefully set down his teacup, and laid his hand palm up, halfway between them, trying to keep slow for the little guy. 

“Hey, muppet.” he greeted softly, “It’s just me. See?” He wiggled his fingers a little as Heart came closer; the little creature immediately nuzzled against his hand and purred once close enough. Roman noticed, though, that the sound was off; there were interruptions like hiccups, and his ears were still pulled down. 

Roman carefully flipped his hand over, and Heart crawled right into the little tunnel shape he created. Roman could feel tiny heartbeats and a slight shivering. He ran his thumb over the creature’s head, which caused Heart to lean into the touch. 

“What’s wrong, little buddy?” Roman asked softly, continuing to pet his tiny friend. “Is it the storm?”

Heart stopped for a minute to look up and tilt his head in question, before shaking it.

No. Not the thunder then.

Roman sighed, giving the muppet a slightly rueful smile as he went back to stroking Heart’s ears. 

“Just sad, then? Can’t sleep?” he asked.

Heart squeaked sadly, and the hiccup noise returned; probably their form of crying. They sat like that for a while, with muppet resolutely staying in the curl of his hand, and Roman carefully stroking the unmoving little fluffball. 

After a while, he looked down at his tea and sighed again. 

“Yeah. Me too.” he said softly. “Sometimes I guess, you’re just sad.” He looked back to Heart, who churred in response and bumped his little head against the underside of Roman’s fingers. It was sweet; thinking that this little creature from the garden was sad and still wanted to comfort him too. He smiled softly, and carefully removed his hand, much to Heart’s disappointment.

“Sorry, one second. Let me get something.” he said softly, and the creature seemed to understand. Heart curled up next to the loop of the warm teacup to watch as Roman moved to the kitchen. 

He’d found these neat little teacups at the store a few weeks ago; shallow Asian-style dishes that had painted koi fish in them. It was low and shallow enough that Roman had thought it would work for Stormy’s treat on Saturdays, and had worked like a charm for the grumpy (and messy) little nugget. 

His tea was cooled enough, so he set the dish next to Heart and very carefully poured some from his own cup. He dribbled a little on the table, oh well, and watched as the muppet tilted his head questioningly. 

“It’s chamomile and lavender. It’s supposed to help you sleep. But it’s also just nice.” he answered softly. Heart sniffed the liquid before licking up a few drops, watching again as Roman took a sip of his own tea. “My mom used to do this when me and Remus were kids.” he said, spoken more into the distance than actually directed to Heart, but the muppet knew what he meant. Probably…

“She called it the Midnight Sad. You needed something warm and to have some good company with you to drive them away. So she made something warm; usually tea, although every once in a while we got hot chocolate. And we just kind of sat together.” he looked down at Heart, who was now watching him much more intently. He smiled and ran his fingertips over the creature again; this time, when he nudged his face into Roman’s hand, there were no hiccups. 

“It’s a lot easier to be sad when you're alone, isn’t it?” he asked, and Heart made a low, almost grumbly chirr, seeming to sniffle a little. The little creature took another taste of his own tea, but his eyes watched Roman over the dish as much as possible. 

“It’s ok,” Roman whispered, “we’ll be ok.” Heart offered him a trill at that, and Roman decided to just watch him for a while. He set his tea aside once again, and set his chin on his arms. 

He hadn’t realized he’d begun to drift off until something soft nosed at his jaw, and he tilted a little to the side to see Heart nuzzling his tiny face into Roman’s cheek, purring lowly. Roman couldn’t help it, he broke into a greater smile than before. When the little guy moved back, at the gardener’s own movement, he just smiled, offering a soft, “Thanks” to the creature.

In the morning, his back would hurt like actual hell from sleeping seated on the floor and leaning on the coffee table. Remus, coming to try and convince his twin to go to some weird art exhibition his friend was putting on, would take at least three up close pictures of Roman drooling on said table, which would act as blackmail for weeks. The other muppets, especially Stormy, would kick up a very noisy fuss that their fourth wasn’t tucked safely in their den. (And then, Stormy would kick up even more of a fuss that Heart had gotten tea and he hadn’t, and Roman would find him swimming in the human-sized cup of now very cold tea with his little butt up in the air like a fluffy purple heathen!) 

But that could all be handled later. They would both be fine.

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This has a Part Two now! 

#warcats writes #muppen floof au #floof au #sanders sides au #ts Roman #ts Patton #sanders sides fanfic #i love these little fluffballs #Theyre very relaxing to write #fluff #fluff without plot #tw thunderstorms

[ne-cocoa]

🔥🍜 floofballs, they’re cute and SOO fluffyy! (੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾♡

#lil angy Red ahhhh 😭💕💕💕 #they just all floof nothing else I have no idea XD #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #sketch #lmk art #lmk au #lmk mk #roasted marshmallows au #monkie kid mk #mk #my art #lmk spicynoodles #monkie kid spicynoodles #spicynoodles #monkie kid qi xiaotian #mk x red son #qi xiaotian #lmk red son #monkie kid fanart #lmk qi xiaotian #spicynoodleshipping #spicynoodlesshipping #red son #redson #monkie kid au #redson x mk

[tmcsartstuff]

The secret strat to uploading late is if you do it exactly a week after a holiday it’ll be more acceptable

take this drawing of @celestialalpacaron’s Overlord Husk AU I meant to post last valentines but got busy with life :D

I think the gaps in the arteza colored pencils actually gave it a crunchy look this time

#hazbin hotel #my art #art #fanart #huskerdust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #traditonal art #sketchbook art #colored art #Hazbin hotel ships #hazbin hotel au #overlord husk #i barely color my art and this is why artezaaaaa #they consume my every waking thought #I’ve read a lot of fics for these two already and they just eat away at my brain more #Husk’s floof is hard to draw #Week old art #Posting late

[kobochasketch]

A cool Lady rockin’ a fur coat! (inspired by @fabdante‘s lovely Devil May Cry art of all the various fun alternate outfits and fabulous fur coats!!!) ;D

#devil may cry #dmc3 lady #dmc3 #devil may cry3 #artists on tumblr #hello all!! I hope you've been well! Please take this modest offering after *checks watch* a long time!!! hfbvhjfbghgb #I actually drew this way earlier this year but various things had it slide onto the backburner #fabdante's art really inspired me to want to do my own 'dmc character in an awesome fur coat'- #the decadence! the floof! #dmc character in alt outfit #(and before you have to wonder- I have absolutely considered kimono outfits for everyone nbgjrthbgh) #I had originally planned on drawing ReDante or Kat- but ended up drawing my girl Lady instead #I think a fur coat suits her really well ya know? #it was originally drawn in my sketchbook with the fur having been done with a brush pen :D #I tried to keep it on brand colorwise...and actually languished a good while on whether or not to make the fur white or not #I ended up going for the dark fur obviously but with contrasting white lapels meant to kinda invoke the dmc5 jacket a bit! :D #oh and while not my original intent- I can't help but think 'band au' when I look at this now nnfbfhg #anyway! #big thanks to fabdante for keeping up the cool art/meta pots/ and reboot kid art! we love to see it!!! ;DDD

[floofanflurr]

bitty frisk brain rot

#undertale #undertale fanart #fanart #papyrus #frisk #floof draws #bitty au

[zenubi-scribbles]

“Flat colors only” practice. Red/Underfell Sans has been a struggle for me to draw since I started Undertale fan art. Finally, starting to like how I draw him. I’m still color-adverse in art, so I’m trying baby steps. Good practice since it relies on a strong pose, detail organization, and line weight (another aspect I’m slowly trying to improve).

#underfell sans #fan art #practice #digital art #zenubi-scribbles #my art #coloring practice #flat colors #undertale au #exaggerated floof and hoodie apparently #may touch this up later #no promises