i have like five oughhhshfhf someone save me
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Hello! Could I request a river otter petre moodboard? No pressure ofc!! Thank you! :3
- @snuggles-and-starbeams
Sure!
🏞️ Petre River Otter 💙
Sweet little creature 💙
Requested by: @snuggles-and-starbeams
peach apple black vanilla
a place to space out 💫
splashing in puddles, putting worms back on the grass, the raindrops on the window having a race, gray skies, wind whipping your dampening hair, flowers poking out of the wet grass, warm humid air, leaving the window open to fall asleep to the rain, the sun poking out of the clouds and giving the world a warm glow at the end of a gray day, taking a bath at the end of the day to wash off the rainwater and mud, cuddling under warm soft blankets and listening to the gentle pitter patter of the rain as you fall asleep in your caregivers arms as they rub your back
I think the reason I lean so heavily towards Leander (ever since I first played) has to do with the sheer conglomeration of despair and hope that inherent comes with him. His palm is the first we have ever touched, after years of being confined the the raspy bandages we’ve elected to wear for the protection of others. We feel the rough calluses of his palm, the ridges of his fingers. We feel, for once, a heartbeat coming from a wrist rather than a wrenched-open chest.
We finally feel what human connection is supposed to be, rather than the disillusioned, just-out-of-our-reach genre of love we were born into.
And, for whatever reason, it’s just him. He offers it up freely.
Anyhow, I digress.
FOR @lunas-little!!!!!!!!!!!!! A fluttershy stimboard w sunflowers!!!!!ヾ(*´∇`)ノ I LOBE UOUUUUU<33333
lets love the flowering trees with papa