I thought you might like these moss-filled pawprints in concrete which I saw earlier. :-)
ID: a row of medium sized pawprints, most likely a dog's, dried into the concrete of a pavement kerb. Time and rain has filled the pawprints in with green moss or lichen. The pavement is glowing in the sunlight and you can see the sitting shadow of a dog beside me.
ID: A closeup on one of the moss/lichen pawprints, almost perfectly filled in.
Kuro compares him to a puppy. Puppy brown hair, puppy brown eyes, puppy like energy. At first Mahiru feels insulted, until he realizes what Kuro leaves unsaid in his affectionate teasing. Puppies are clumsy, yes, but they are also loving, and loyal, and impossibly sweet. Their exuberant nature brings smiles and laughter to those around them. Mahiru thinks it’s not so bad, to be the one who makes Kuro smile.
Tetsu has always been called a tree. It made him uncomfortable. A tree, a landmark, someone to be pointed at and used to touch base. Yet somehow, when Hugh does it, when Hugh compares him to an oak, with his bright smiling eyes and fang toothed grin shining proud, it makes his chest feel warm, like a small animal has come home to roost. The oak tree is large, yes, but it is strong. It embodies safety, shelter, shade in the summer and relief from sudden storms. An oak tree… He loves that. He loves that Hugh makes him feel comfortable with how he is.
Mikuni doesn’t know it, but to Jeje, he is the sun. Or maybe he does. Maybe he is, in fact, aware of the way his heat both sustains his partner and scorches his to the bone, how he is something that can’t be touched but is nonetheless longed for. Maybe he knows, all too well, how he pulls the poor man along, like a planet helplessly caught in the gravitational field around him. Maybe that’s why he lets cool scales rest flush against his skin, leeching his warmth and keeping him company. The sun is always lonely. Anything that gets too close to it inevitably dies. Jeje doesn’t mind being Icarus.
“That golden part of you.” That’s what Freya had asked her for. Iduna doesn’t think very much of it, usually, but sometimes, late at night, watching the other woman’s sleeping face twitch and relax and twist with her dreams, she wonders if that question wasn’t asking for something more. That golden part of her. She’d gladly give it all to Freya again, from her hair to her heart to her light. Even if she doesn’t shine the brightest, the faint light of the stars is of more use to those lost at sea than the overwhelming sunshine of day. That suits her just fine. Glittering starlight is something they can admire together.
At some point, Hyde’s mocking had become sincere. Licht doesn’t know when, exactly, the change took place, but when his servamp calls him angel now, he can see, he can hear, that he means it. Means it with every fiber of whatever he may have that constitutes as a soul. Licht wonders how often Hyde recalls that the devil was an angel too, once. He still might be. Those demonic wings that frame his partner’s back, tattered and black like ebony keys… If he has anything to say about it, they’ll take flight once more, alongside him.
Ildio sometimes says that Nicco’s hair reminds him of seaweed. Nicco never knows how to take that. Stringy, limp, unkempt, is that what he meant? It isn’t until they’re on a boat together, in those clear ocean waters at what seems like the end of the world, that he thinks he understands. Waving peacefully along the bottom like a field of lush grass caressed by the wind, seaweed looks rather beautiful to him. He’s glad he grew his hair out again. … Maybe he’ll put it up more. Just… To really make it his.
Lily calls him any number of things. Sweetheart, dear, beloved, love. Misono likes these pet names well enough (not in front of his friends, though. He’s not old enough quite yet to not immaturely be flustered by such affections, though his protests never amount to much). But his favorite by far, silly as it sounds, is when Lily calls him his little rosebud. He knows he still has much more growing to do, but that isn’t all of it. Roses must be tended carefully. You have to love them. Even a tiny bud has already been cherished so much just to get to that point, and it promises so much more in the future.
The way their Servamps say “I love you” reads loud and clear.
Just made some simple pictures with viktor ♡
Made some new five fingered paws they seem a little bit off with vik I think
But I still like them since they have squeakerssss♡♡
[starter for @smp-archivist ]
Fundy had always liked the idea of running around the server.
Her papa didn’t like it when she went outside the walls of L’manburg. They were there to protect her, to keep her safe. Every time he even went near the entrance to the country, Wilbur looked at him like he was about to lose something. Or maybe it was someone that he had already lost? Fundy didn’t like seeing her papa sad, that’s all she knew.
But foxes aren’t meant to be kept behind walls and fences. Fundy’s curiosity about what the world outside looked like, besides the trips that she had taken with her father to see his family far away, was the one thing that constantly stayed in the mind of the two month old kit. And so, for the first time, the little kit ran out when the president hadn’t been looking, his feral form dashing in a blur of red across the hills and through the forest.
She thought she had been following the same path that she had seen the people who had visited before take, whenever they left and her father had an irritated expression, like he had bit into an unripe fruit that was yucky and bitter. But it seemed to stretch forever, deeper and deeper into the woods.
Fundy had begun to panic, like she was lost, just before she saw a stone structure sitting in the middle of a tiny clearing. It was square and featureless, save for a single block gap in one of the walls, something that nobody else would have actually gotten through. The little fox had no issue getting in though, and was surprised when she came across some strange orange, purple, and green blocks surrounding something that looked like the screen of the comm that his father had recently given him. Actually, it looked like a big comm! Though the keyboard had less buttons, and more prompts.
She let out a chirp of confusion as she walked up to it and transformed back to her anthro form. Not actually knowing what to do, he started playing around with it, tapping a string of random prompts, including one that came up that said “spectator” (which sounded like a word her papa would use), as well as a button that said “@p”, thinking that might send a message to the president, and then hit the enter button.
And then the world flickered around her, and she was...see-through? That definitely wasn’t what he had meant to do. She seemed to still be able to interact with the big comm though, and tried tapping more buttons to figure out how to fix it.
And then the world changed entirely.
There was snow, and houses- very pretty houses. And there was a new comm in Fundy’s paw, that looked similar to what she had been playing with before she had shown up here. Fundy decided to check out one of the houses and tried to be polite like his papa had taught him. He tried to knock on the door of one of them, but his paw went...through the wood?
Another confused chirp filled the air as she tried to push on the door, and her paw went through it again. She decided to keep going, and walked through the door. That was pretty cool!!!
Inside was small, something that wouldn’t remind her of who she saw standing there in the kitchen.
She padded up beside the king, looking up at him. She hadn’t seen the monarch in a while, not since that day when they had gone into a small room and George had had a really pretty, shiny metal in his hands when he ran up to Fundy, not that he remembered what had happened after that, just that she woke up in her bed with an ache in her chest.
But what was Eret doing in the snow? It didn’t snow in L’manburg at this time of year, which meant that this was somewhere new. Why was Eret somewhere new?