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The cutest meme of all memes!

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This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using StableMond: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend any or all of the 'Mond models, they're all some of the best furry SDXL models.

For the upload Tail Tagger was used to assist in tagging: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 for AI assisted tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true

AI Story - Fluffy Snow, Fluffier Feelings

The snow fell in thick, lazy flakes that whispered against the red umbrella like a thousand tiny secrets, each one melting the instant it kissed the warm fabric stretched above Veemon and Gatomon. The city street hummed with muffled winter life—distant laughter from bundled-up humans, the soft crunch of boots on fresh powder, the low rumble of a passing car whose tires hissed through slush—but right here, under the umbrella’s crimson dome, the world felt smaller, softer, and impossibly warmer. Veemon’s blue scales glistened with a light dusting of snow that refused to melt on his excited cheeks, his yellow V-mark glowing faintly like a beacon of pure, unfiltered joy. His brown eyes sparkled, one pupil shaped like a tiny pink heart that refused to hide how completely smitten he was. Gatomon, curled close beside him with her white fur fluffed against the chill, kept her golden-gloved paws pressed firmly over her blushing face, the pink flush spreading all the way to the tips of her long, tufted ears. The Holy Ring on her tail glinted softly, a quiet reminder of the holy strength she usually wore like armor, but right now it only made her feel exposed, vulnerable in the sweetest way.

A gloved human hand thrust a black microphone toward Veemon’s snout, the foam tip cold and slightly damp from the falling snow. The reporter—a cheerful teenage girl with snowflakes caught in her scarf—leaned in, her voice bright against the wintry hush. “Veemon! Quick street interview for the Digital News Network! How does it feel being out here in this surprise snowstorm with your partner by your side?”

Veemon’s grin split wide, sharp little fangs flashing as he puffed out his chest and squeezed the umbrella handle tighter in his strong blue paw. Snowflakes danced on his tongue when he opened his mouth, tasting crisp and clean like the first breath of a new adventure. He didn’t hesitate—not even for a second. His voice boomed with that familiar energetic lilt, playful and proud and utterly sincere, the slight lisp from his Rookie days still charmingly present. “Being in the snow with my lover immerses me in a special feeling. I like it!”

The words hung in the cold air like fireworks, bright and impossible to ignore. Gatomon’s ears shot straight up, then flattened instantly as a fresh wave of heat flooded her cheeks. She peeked between her claws, golden eyes wide with mortified delight, the blush so intense it nearly matched the umbrella’s red. “V-Veemon!” she hissed, her voice a perfect mix of tsundere sharpness and flustered squeak, tail lashing once behind her before curling shyly around her legs. The sound of her own heartbeat thundered in her ears, louder than the crunch of snow under their feet, and she could smell the faint, clean scent of fresh powder mixed with Veemon’s warm, slightly spicy dragon aroma—like sun-baked rocks and adventure itself. “You can’t just say that on camera! Everyone’s watching!”

But Veemon only laughed, a bright, rolling sound that cut through the wind like sunlight breaking clouds. He leaned down just enough to nudge her shoulder with his own, the touch sending a spark of warmth straight through her fur despite the freezing air nipping at her whiskers. “Why not, Gatomon? It’s true! Look at this—” He swept his free paw in a grand gesture, nearly knocking a snowflake off the microphone. “The snow’s all sparkly and soft, like the Digital World after a big battle when everything resets and feels brand new. And you’re here, all cute and fluffy and trying to hide that pretty blush. Makes the cold feel like the best thing ever! My heart’s doing flip-flops bigger than when I Armor Digivolve!”

The reporter giggled, the microphone trembling slightly in her gloved hand as she caught the adorable exchange. “Aww, you two are the cutest! Viewers are gonna melt faster than these snowflakes.”

Gatomon’s paws finally dropped just enough to reveal her narrowed eyes and twitching whiskers, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. She could feel the cold tip of her nose brushing Veemon’s arm as she scooted closer under the umbrella’s shelter, the fabric creaking softly above them. The scent of wet wool from distant pedestrians mingled with the clean, icy tang of snow, but all she really noticed was how Veemon’s body heat radiated like a cozy Digi-Egg, chasing away the chill that made her claws tingle. “You big dummy,” she muttered, voice softening into that rare, affectionate purr she only ever let him hear. “Acting all bold in front of strangers… What if Kari and Davis see this? I’ll never live it down. My tail’s gonna be twitching for days.”

Veemon’s heart-eye pupil grew even bigger, and he shifted the umbrella to free one paw, gently—oh so gently—taking her gloved hand in his. The leather of her claw covers was warm from her own body heat, and he could feel the tiny tremble in her fingers, the way her pads pressed back against his scales in silent reply. Snowflakes landed on their joined hands and melted instantly, tiny drops sparkling like diamonds. “Let ‘em see! I’ve been waiting since that first Armor Digivolution to tell the whole world how special you make every day feel. Remember when we fought the Digimon Emperor and you lost your Holy Ring? You were still the strongest, bravest cat I ever met. And now, here in the snow… it’s like the Digital World’s giving us a private reset button. Just you, me, and all this fluffy white stuff turning the city into our own little romance movie.”

Gatomon’s blush deepened, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let her tail curl around his ankle, the soft purple stripes brushing his leg in a shy caress that sent pleasant shivers up his spine. The world around them blurred—the crunch of their footsteps in the deepening snow, the distant jingle of holiday bells from a storefront, the faint taste of winter on the back of her tongue when she dared to stick it out and catch a snowflake just to tease him. “Fine, you win this round, Vee,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper yet carrying all the warmth of Angewomon’s holy light. “It does feel… special. The way the snow muffles everything, like the universe is giving us a quiet moment after all those crazy battles. Your paw’s all warm, and this umbrella smells like fresh rain and your silly courage. I… I like it too. A lot.”

They walked on together, the reporter waving goodbye with a happy squeal that faded into the snowy hush. Veemon kept the umbrella tilted perfectly, shielding every inch of Gatomon while letting a few playful flakes land on his own snout so he could lick them off with a dramatic “Mmm, tastes like victory!” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up, light and musical, cutting through the cold like a Cat’s Eye Hypnotism spell turned into pure joy. The touch of his hand never left hers; every step sent little sparks of electricity through their connected palms, the snow compressing softly under their feet with a satisfying crunch that matched the rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.

As the streetlights flickered on early, casting golden halos through the falling snow, Veemon stopped beneath a snow-laden evergreen tree whose branches drooped like protective wings. The air smelled sharper here—pine mixed with the clean ozone of winter—and he turned to face her fully, umbrella still held high like a knight’s shield. “Hey, Gatomon… can I tell you a secret?” His voice dropped to that rare, serious tone he saved for the moments when mischief gave way to the deep, loyal love burning in his chest.

She tilted her head, ears perking, the blush fading into a soft, curious glow. “Only if it’s not another public declaration,” she teased, but her golden eyes sparkled with invitation, whiskers twitching in anticipation.

He leaned in close, close enough that their breaths mingled in visible puffs of warmth, the cold air tasting sweet on their tongues. “Every time it snows, I’m gonna remember this exact feeling—your paw in mine, your laugh cutting through the quiet, the way your fur smells like fresh linen and holy fire even when you’re all embarrassed and adorable. You make the whole world feel like an Armor evolution waiting to happen… only better, because it’s real, and it’s us.” Then, gentle as a Vee Headbutt turned into a caress, he pressed his forehead to hers, the yellow V-mark brushing her white fur with the lightest touch. Snowflakes landed on their joined brows and melted into tiny rivers of warmth.

Gatomon’s breath caught, the world narrowing to the steady thrum of his heartbeat she could feel through their touching heads, the soft pressure of his scales against her fur, the faint salty-sweet taste of a snowflake that landed on her lip. She didn’t hide this time. Instead, she lifted her free paw and booped his nose with one careful claw, the gesture so tender it made his tail wag like a happy puppy’s. “You’re impossible, you know that?” she murmured, voice thick with affection. “But… I wouldn’t trade this snowstorm for all the Digi-Eggs in the world. My strong, silly, justice-loving dragon… my partner, my—my lover.” The word slipped out shyly, but once spoken, it felt right, like a perfect Digivolution line clicking into place.

They stayed like that under the tree, umbrella forgotten for a moment as it tilted to let a gentle cascade of snow dust their shoulders. Veemon’s laugh rumbled low and warm, vibrating through them both, while Gatomon’s purr—soft, rumbling, utterly content—rose to meet it. The city moved on around them, but in their little cocoon of red fabric and shared warmth, the snow kept falling, each flake a tiny promise: that no matter how many battles or blizzards the Digital World threw at them, they would face it together—playful, tsundere, bold, and hopelessly, adorably in love. The cold nipped at their toes and the wind tugged at the umbrella’s edge, but none of it mattered. Not when every sense was filled with each other: the sight of flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, the sound of shared laughter and falling snow, the smell of winter and warmth intertwined, the taste of snowflakes and stolen glances, the touch of paws that refused to let go.

And as the interview clip later went viral across both worlds—Veemon’s heart-eyed declaration looping with Gatomon’s perfect blush—the two of them simply walked home hand in paw, the umbrella bobbing like a victory flag, hearts lighter than the fluffiest snowdrift, already dreaming of the next storm they’d turn into their own special, sparkling forever.

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