Thank You So Much To The Amazing @fresadoodles For This STUNNING Commission Of My OC, Sofia, With Loveable

Thank you so much to the amazing @fresadoodles for this STUNNING commission of my OC, Sofia, with loveable Sunny Day Jack :) You're truly an amazing artist!

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Gentle Gears of Affection : Pinocchio Headcanons :

Sweet and heartwarming headcanons for Pinocchio as he learns to express his affection:

Nightly Stargazing: Pinocchio develops a fondness for stargazing. On clear nights, he invites his cherished one to join him, sharing a blanket and quietly pointing out constellations, finding peace and connection under the starlit sky.

Learning to Dance: Pinocchio decides to learn dancing to share special moments with his cherished one. His initial steps are awkward, but his dedication to learning for the sake of sharing dances is incredibly touching.

Cooking Attempts: Although not necessary for him, Pinocchio tries to learn cooking to prepare meals for his cherished one. His attempts might not always be successful, but the effort he puts in is endearing.

Sharing Silence: Pinocchio learns the comfort of sharing silence, sitting together with his cherished one, perhaps reading or simply enjoying each other's presence without the need for conversation.

Small Notes of Encouragement: He leaves little notes of encouragement in places where his cherished one will find them, offering words of support, love, or just a doodle to make them smile.

Gentle Touches: Gradually, Pinocchio becomes more comfortable with gentle touches, like brushing hair out of his cherished one's face or a soft touch on the back when walking together.

Listening to Music: Pinocchio enjoys listening to music with his cherished one, often asking them to share their favorite songs with him, and occasionally trying to learn an instrument to play for them.

Watching Sunrises or Sunsets: Pinocchio finds sunrises and sunsets fascinating and loves to watch them with his cherished one, appreciating the beauty of the world in these quiet moments.

Mirror of Emotions: As he becomes more attuned to emotions, Pinocchio's facial expressions start to mirror those of his cherished one, smiling when they smile, and showing concern when they are worried, reflecting his deep empathy and connection.

Recounting His Day: Pinocchio starts sharing details of his day with his cherished one, even the mundane aspects, seeking a deeper emotional connection through everyday experiences.

Remembering Small Details: He pays attention to and remembers small details about his cherished one's preferences and habits, surprising them by recalling things they might have mentioned in passing.

Learning Their Favorite Flower: Pinocchio learns what their favorite flower is and surprises them by either bringing the flower or crafting a mechanical version of it.

A Moment of Peace

Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Her olive complexion and subtle glow hinted at her half-human, half-Awoken heritage as Aria stirred slightly. Eyes of turquoise and emerald fluttered open. A smile spread across her face as she took in the familiar sight of Crow beside her. His blue-grey complexion and bright, golden eyes were softened by a peaceful expression.

As Aria's long, raven black hair spilled over the pillow, its vibrant blue and violet streaks framed her face and contrasted beautifully with the tan of her skin. With loose waves and occasional braids adorned with glowing beads, her hair radiated an ethereal beauty.

Crow lay on his back, one arm draped over his head, the other resting lightly on Aria's waist. His chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths. Aria couldn't help but reach out, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw and the curve of his lips. He looked so serene, so at peace, that she almost didn't want to wake him.

Despite how much she treasured these quiet moments, the day awaited them. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips. "Crow, it's time to get up," she whispered, her voice gentle but insistent.

Crow groaned softly as he turned towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. "No," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "Stay here. Just a little longer."

Aria chuckled, running her fingers through his dark hair. "We have things to do, remember? We can't stay in bed all day."

Crow opened one eye, peering at her with determination and affection. "Who says?" he countered, his voice more awake but still playful. "We deserve a day off. No Guardians, no missions, just us."

Aria sighed, pretending to be exasperated, but the smile on her face gave her away. "Crow, you know we can't just ignore our duties."

Crow tightened his hold, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. "Just one more hour," he pleaded, his voice taking on a cute, almost childlike quality. "Please?"

Aria's resolve melted at the sound of his plea. She sighed, her fingers still gently tracing patterns on his back. "Fine," she relented, her voice soft. "One more hour. But then we really have to get up."

Crow smiled against her skin, pressing a kiss to her neck. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with contentment. He shifted slightly, pulling her even closer, his body molding against hers.

Aria relaxed into his embrace, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his proximity. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to savor the moment, the feeling of his heart beating steadily against hers.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them, in their own little bubble of peace and love. And for that hour, nothing else mattered.

Crow's fingers traced soft patterns on her back, his touch gentle and soothing. "I love you, Aria," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

Aria smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "I love you too, Crow," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "Always."

Crow, known for his soft-spoken and kindly demeanor since his resurrection, felt a surge of gratitude. Despite the hostility and grief he had faced from other Guardians due to his past as Uldren Sov, Aria had always seen him for who he was now. She had helped him navigate the complexities of his identity, and in her presence, he felt understood and loved.

"I'm never letting you go," Crow whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You're my anchor, Aria."

Aria's heart swelled at his words. She knew how much he struggled with his past and the remnants of his old identity, but she also saw the good in him, the kindness and bravery that defined him now. "And I'm never leaving your side," she murmured, her voice steady and reassuring. "We're in this together, now and forever."

Crow tightened his hold, his heart pounding with the certainty of their bond. "Forever," he echoed, his voice filled with conviction. "I love you, Aria."

"And I love you, Crow," she replied softly, her fingers gently caressing his face.

As they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, the bond between them grew even stronger. Together, they could face any challenge, their love and commitment unbreakable. In that quiet, precious moment, they both knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their hearts forever entwined.

First Encounters Snippet

Elara's face radiated delight and eagerness as Pinocchio expressed his wish to see the garden. "Absolutely, I'd love to show you," she replied with warmth, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. She reached out confidently, her touch gentle yet assured, as she took Pinocchio's hand in hers.

Leading him through the hotel, Elara moved with a confident grace, her steps unhurried yet purposeful. Pinocchio felt a comforting reassurance as Elara's hand enveloped his. As they progressed, the hotel's ambient noise gradually receded, giving way to a serene quietude as they neared the gardens.

Pinocchio's typically heavy, pronounced footsteps became lighter, echoing Elara's graceful pace. His blue eyes remained intently focused on Elara, captivated by her ease and elegance as she navigated the hotel's opulent interior. The combination of her poised demeanor and the gentle hold of her hand stirred a sense of comfort and curiosity within him.

As they entered the garden, the vibrant sounds of nature enveloped them. Birds chirped harmoniously, leaves whispered in the breeze, and the air hummed with the symphony of the natural world. Elara, aware of Pinocchio's attentive gaze, turned to him with a warm, welcoming smile. She guided him through the garden paths, enthusiastically pointing out various plants and flowers, each with its own story. The garden's rich tapestry of colors and textures captivated Pinocchio, its serene beauty a stark contrast to the more mechanical environment he knew.

In the midst of this natural splendor, Elara remained the focal point of Pinocchio's attention. Her presence was a peaceful anchor amidst the garden's vibrant life, a sense of tranquility that was both new and deeply comforting.

They soon arrived at the heart of the garden, Elara's treasured sanctuary. It was as enchanting as she described: a secluded alcove framed by ivy-clad walls, with a charming fountain at its heart, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The sun's rays filtered through the leaves, casting a mosaic of light and shadows, enhancing the magical aura of the place.

Elara gestured around them with a sense of pride and affection. "This is my special haven," she shared, her eyes reflecting her deep bond with this tranquil spot. She settled onto a quaint bench, patting the space beside her, inviting Pinocchio to join her. "You seem to have a real appreciation for the garden's beauty," she observed, her eyes meeting his. "It's not often that someone understands the subtle beauty of nature so well."

Elara's gaze lingered on Pinocchio, noting how the dappled sunlight added a gentle touch to his typically stoic features. She saw in him a unique blend of curiosity and awe, qualities she found deeply appealing. "I hope this place brings you the same sense of peace it brings me," she said hopefully, her voice filled with a genuine desire for him to find solace in this special corner of the world.

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Here is an excerpt about Pinocchio and Elara's first meeting that I'm currently working on.

Flustered

As Elena engaged NakedToaster in playful banter, her fluent Spanish enveloped him like an enchanting melody. He was unable to decipher the words, but the rhythm of her speech and the twinkle in her eyes set his heart racing. The gentle cadence of her voice and the way her lips shaped each syllable were mesmerizing, even if he couldn't grasp their meaning.

Toasty found himself utterly captivated, his attention fixed on Elena as he tried to interpret her intentions through the veil of an unfamiliar language. "What are you saying?" he inquired, a sheepish grin revealing his complete befuddlement yet undeniable fascination.

With a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, Elena responded, "Ah, if only you could understand." Her laughter, melodious and infectious, filled the air. "Maybe I'm saying how much I enjoy talking to you, or perhaps I'm commenting on how cute you look when you're confused."

Toasty felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment and delight. "That's not fair," he protested, his tone light and playful. "Here I am, at your mercy, hanging on to every word I don't understand."

"That's the fun part," Elena replied, her smile widening. "But I promise, it's all in good fun. I like making you blush; it's adorable."

Despite the language barrier, Toasty was utterly captivated by her. The way she moved, the expressive gestures that accompanied her words, it all drew him in deeper. He laughed along with her, enchanted by the sound of her voice, even as he wished he could grasp the meaning behind her words.

Elena's playful spirit was evident as she continued to sprinkle their conversations with Spanish, taking pleasure in Toasty's bewildered attempts to follow along. After delivering a particularly fast-paced sentence, she laughed, "You should see yourself right now, mi amor." Toasty, always ready to play along, retorted with mock frustration, "I hate you so much." Yet, the warmth in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks told a different story, one of deep affection, which Elena understood perfectly.

Elena, fully aware of the affection behind his words, leaned in closer, her voice a soft tease. "You mean, you love me so much," she corrected playfully, her gaze locked on his. Their exchange was a dance of unspoken feelings and shared understanding.

Toasty, caught in the spell of the moment, couldn't help but smile genuinely, the tension of the language barrier melting away in the face of their mutual affection. "Maybe I do," he admitted, the admission hanging between them, charged with the promise of deeper confessions yet to come.

As their interaction wound down, Toasty realized he had been so engrossed in Elena's presence, so taken by their playful exchange, that any initial awkwardness had melted away. The connection they shared transcended language, rooted in the joy of discovery and the warmth of mutual attraction.

Looking into Elena's eyes, he saw not just playful teasing but also genuine affection. "I might not understand your words, but I think I understand your heart," he said, a sincere smile touching his lips.

Elena's laughter filled the digital space between them, a sweet melody that seemed to bridge the physical distance of their video call. She brought her hand to her heart, a gesture of warmth and reassurance. "And that, querido, is all that matters. There's plenty of time for you to learn Spanish," she teased, her eyes sparkling with the promise of future joys, laughter, playful teasing, and perhaps, lessons in love.

As they ended the call, Toasty was engulfed in a wave of anticipation for their next virtual meeting. The playful banter, the challenge of bridging their linguistic divide, and the undeniable connection they shared had ignited something extraordinary. Despite the confines of a screen, their bond promised to deepen with each conversation, a testament to the strength and resilience of their growing relationship.