#she was very relaxing to draw!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

okay wait laughingstock concept Incoming: so im imagining some of the neighbors (maybe Julie & Frank) noticing that Barnaby & Howdy are a lil fruity, yk yk. and Julie's like damn, i guess we have to play matchmaker here.

so naturally they wind up getting the whole neighborhood involved. everybody's a wingman here. Poppy's dropping hints when Howdy drops off groceries, Wally is constantly asking Barnaby to go get him things from the bodega, etc etc. Howdy and Barnaby are facing this sudden change in town-wide behavior with slight concern and bemusement

eventually - lets say Julie, Sally, and Wally - get Barnaby into the bodega and then abruptly leave like "don't have too much fun without us you two *wink wink nudge nudge*". once they're gone (read: very obviously hiding outside & watching through the window) Barnaby & Howdy turn to each other like:

Barnaby: you think we should tell them we're already married?

Howdy: let them have their fun - they'll figure it out eventually

[chiropteracupola]

I feel so near to the howling of the wind / Feel so near to the crashing of the waves / Feel so near to the flowers in the field...

[moth and compass is a collaboration with @natdrinkstea!]

[sqlmn]

Ananza and Ymber just don't really interact much because she thinks he's boring. And she doesn't know WHY he's bothering to visit because Ohiwe thought it would be funnier if Ananza didn't know about Deacon.

Deacon just in absolute awe of her - that's her! That's the wind deity !!!!!! THAT'S THE DEITY HIS MOM PRAYED TO! ! !!!!!

Ananza then decides she adores Deacon because he's fun to talk to and that is the most important thing for her - fun conversations. And the adoration helps but it's clear that he adores Ymber, too, and that really makes her opinion of Ymber go up. He's got such a good follower who adores him so he must be doing SOMETHING right.

[runefactorynonsense]

Cozytober - Day 31 - Feast (for my eyes!)

🎃Happy Halloween , 2023 🎃

[plantenjoyer]

I SWEAR I KEEP TRYING TO DO ART BUT THEN SOMETHING GETS IN THE WAY AND THEN I PROCRASTINATE AND THEN SIX MONTHS PASS

[charrfie]

Finally got some new stuff in the works that I'm very excited to share with you guys :^)

[dennydraws]

Denny! Aryllin has the same hair color/hair style/eyes as my elf farmer (Althea)! Not my main PC, but it's super cute. Anyway I love her! Tell me some more Aryllin Facts!

Our farmers are sisters!! :D!

Blessed ask, thank you!! (as I'm about to start the work day and so don't want to oooofff xD;;; ) Recently me and friends tried multiplayer and we ended up as all angels who kinda look seasonal xD; So now we joke Ary is spring angel and our multiplayer farmers are her family lol We need a group shot!

I think Ary came to the mortal realm as a watcher in training! So she is fairly new to ...mortal matters? Human matters? She probably took a long while to realize she has feelings for Claude or what that even meant! Which makes them so much fun to draw and think of all the little "I think I have feelings but I also don't know how to process that." hehe XD

All I have on hand is a little doodle from my planner at work :D;;;;;

Ary sees people as little sproutlings that need much love and care and she is excited to see how they will blossom! She can be over protective and leap into action if it means defending someone. As angel she heals fast so she doesn't shy from monsters, fighting or getting injured. Battle Angel, GO!!!

When it comes to professions in Sun Haven ... she is explorer and farmer, she loves growing things! And she loves running and zooming around places! :D

Most ideas about her come as I play and draw ... so she is still work in progress for sure xD

[pocketramblr]

Girl now is NOT the time to be thinking about Yumi and Nikaro role swap potential

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"I'm sure our visit to town earlier did a great deal in drumming up excitement," Dorian chuckled, finally setting aside his great performance in favor of settling down beside Elizabeth, holding her hand in his: He too wouldn't be surprised at all if the front page story would be their impending nuptials in just a few days time; the presses making money hand over fist as everyone jumped to grab the papers and read on about the union of the children of two wealthy pillars of the community-a union they'd never get to see...

Honestly, it was a touch disappointing to think that he wouldn't have such a huge and lavish wedding: As a boy, Dorian had always daydreamed about his marrying Elizabeth being the talk of the town (much like how it was with him and Emily), with his whole family in attendance. He envisioned a union in the garden, among the blooming rose bushes, with Elizabeth's mother Lena sitting alongside his parents at the front row, with Randall at his side as his best man, just as he promised in their youth...he even imagined Mrs. Pace there, sitting up front with his parents and Mrs. Henshaw...

But that was when he was young and largely unaware of the prejudices of his family and the city of New Orleans at large...he had no idea that the backlash, were he to pursue Elizabeth romantically, out in the open, would be so...severe. He knew now, of course, he knew this was the only way they could be together, but he couldn't quite shake the disappointment settling in his heart nonetheless.

[tvrningout-a]

okay violence aside, chiyo likes height differences bc if someone's tall, then her head is at the perfect placement to listen to their heartbeat whenever she hugs them. she doesn't tell people she likes that, but it's pretty calming to her :' ) tbh if she's upset ( at you? at herself? at the world? take your pick ), just hug her and make sure her ear is pressed against your chest and she calms right down

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[kavehater]

Lord give me energy today eueueue

[arolesbianism]

Shakes the bars of my cage I need to draw soooo bad I need to draw I need to draw let me draw I have to draw I need to draw I must draw (<- has been too sick to be on electronics much and doesn't like doing traditional art)

[sysig]

Yes, the fluff is far preferable (Patreon)

[luveline]

could you write bau!reader x aaron, reader is pregnant and baby is so restless and kicking a lot as reader is at her desk working and aaron is the only one who can calm baby down

ty for requesting <3 pregnant!reader, 1k

“Woh,” you mumble, almost clipping your head on your desk as you lean forward. “Oh, my gosh.” 

“What’s wrong, mama?” 

You wave your free hand weakly at Derek, the other to your bump. “Nothing’s wrong, handsome.” 

Derek laughs warmly and stands from his chair. “I don’t believe you. Come on, tell me what’s wrong. Or I’ll go get the big man and he can force it out of you himself.” 

Hotch’s never forced anything out of you, but he has kissed a confession from you before. He could do it again easily. 

You right yourself as the baby’s rampant kicking makes you feel as though you’ll pee your pants. “Derek, there’s some crazy stuff happening inside of me right now.” 

He smiles at you fondly. “I bet there is.” 

“She’s kicking the shit out of me.” Sitting up, your back twinges and relaxes, the weight of your baby bump spreading out. You’re very pregnant and the baby is extremely active. She kicks pretty much 24/7 these last few days, and it’s driving you crazy. “Do you wanna feel?” 

Derek presents his hand for feeling. You stand up, and Derek lays a hand across your bump. You don’t have to move it anywhere: the second he touches you, he can no doubt feel the baby’s aggressiveness. She’s aiming her little feet almost like she knows where your most fragile organs are. 

One rough kick has Derek taking back his hand. “She’s beating you up, mama.” 

“She hates me.” 

“She doesn’t hate you,” Spencer says, twirling in his chair to give one of his innocuous tidbits of information, “babies kick for all sorts of reasons. They kick when they’re hungry, or after you’ve just eaten because of the extra glucose shared via the placenta. Sometimes they kick because they can feel sensation through your skin.” 

Spencer stands up. You raise your brows. “You wanna feel?” you ask. 

He grins and offers his hand. You take it and place it against the baby’s restless feet, smiling at Spencer’s smile, a little enchanted by how fascinated he seems. At Spencer’s touch, she starts to kick quickly like she had been with Derek, and eventually you have to move his hand in the hopes she’ll stop. She slows, but the occasional stretch pokes at your stomach. You can see the distension of her limb even through your shirt. 

“She’s really going for it today,” you say. “Maybe I had too much brown sugar in my oatmeal.” 

“You know babies can tell the difference between hands?” Spencer asks. 

“I sort of guessed,” you say distractedly, rubbing at the baby’s kicking with the crest of your palm. “She doesn’t act like this with Hotch.” 

“Good to know he has that effect on everyone,” Derek says with a laugh. 

“I might go and ask him to make her stop. I’m gonna need a change of clothes if she doesn’t.” 

Derek laughs again, full-bellied, his arm wrapping around your shoulders in a pitying hug. “Aw, sweetheart, you’ll be okay. Just two more months and this will all be over.” 

“Well, you never know. The longest overdue pregnancy in human history was almost a hundred days, that’s more than an extra three months.” 

“Spencer!” you say, not truly shouting, but your volume escaping you as the horror of a year long pregnancy sinks in. “Don’t jinx me.” 

Your loud voice, or perhaps Derek’s roaring laughter, draws the attention of JJ and Hotch, who appear from the depths of his office with matching curious expressions. JJ begins down the steps to the bullpen, while Hotch stays at the balcony waiting for an explanation. 

“Baby Hotchner’s giving it large,” Derek says, rubbing your upper arm. 

“She won’t stop,” you complain, relieved to see your stern husband. “Can you come and set her straight?” 

You aren’t always so quick to complain to him, but this is too much. It feels as though she’s about to start doing spin kinks against your spine —it’s honestly the most she’s ever moved. When you were just a few weeks pregnant you’d longed for her to wriggle and show you a sign that she could feel you, but now you’d appreciate a few minutes of calm. 

Hotch follows JJ down obligingly, and he, surrounded by your curious coworkers and colleagues, without any hesitation (but certainly some care), slips his hand under your blouse to feel at his baby’s sharp kicking. He presses against what might be a foot for a few moments, his smile barely hidden, his palm warm. 

“She really is giving it large,” he says, the deep softness of his voice like a signal. 

The baby’s kicks soften, until, barely ten seconds later, they stop. Your spine ceases vibrating, and you can finally stand there without having to press your thighs together. 

“Thank you,” you say, holding Hotch’s elbow. He’s well and truly saved you. 

He rubs your stomach with his thumb. His dark eyes stay set on your bump. “You’re welcome.” 

“I guess baby just missed her dad,” JJ says. 

You look at Spencer. He doesn’t say anything. “No correction?” you ask. 

“No,” he says, pouting that you’d ask. “Either she missed the sound of his voice, or your reaction to seeing him has calmed her down. That’s not a big difference.” 

“It’s both, I think,” you say, paused by a big yawn. 

“Are you tired?” Hotch asks. 

“Urgently.” You let yourself sag forward toward him, gesturing for Spencer, Derek and JJ to look away. “Thanks for your help, boys, but I need something no one else can give me.” You collapse into Hotch’s chest for a hug. 

The bump is very much in the way, but he reacts accordingly, ushering your chest to his, cheek pressed gently to your forehead. “She’s exhausted you,” he teases under his breath. 

“She really has.” 

“I love how she settles with me,” he says, rubbing your back for a long, slow handful of seconds, before he pulls away enough to grin at you. “But I suppose she gets that from her mother.” 

“You’re very calming.” 

“So I’ve been told.” 

[eyobis-andthe-bunnycats]

I had a nice relaxing day today, a rarity in these trying times.

[ID Start: a quick doodle in limited colors of Sabrina the Cabilope reclining on a bunch of pillows on a bed. Their face is relaxed and is smiling with their eyes closed. There is simple grey shading and the background is a cornflower blue. /End ID.]