#sugar scribbles

[sugarpsalms]

think I'm gonna pass on this suggestion, boss

[spotsandsocks]

🎅🏽 + dragons of it inspires anything <333

Hi honey, hope things are going ok out there! Dragons was a fun choice and after a little thought I came up with this bit of fluff. The things I can get a dragon involved in.. you know I’m kinda impressed myself! 😂😂

Eddie watches Buck watch Maddie take a slow turn around the room, her eyes absorbing everything. It’s obvious from the way his husband is restlessly shifting from foot to foot that he’s nervous, he wants his sister to like the choices they’ve made. Eddie’s not nervous, the room is perfect, how could it not be when Buck puts so much of his heart and soul into it.

Maddie stops by the crib and her eyes fall upon Eddie's favourite part of the decor. It’s his favourite because it’s beautiful and because Buck loves it so much.

Eddie watches Buck watch Maddie reach out with a finger and gently push the mobile, so it starts spinning, there’s a smile on her face.

“This is beautiful, an unusual choice,” she looks up at her brother with a grin, “but very beautiful.

Eddie knows what’s coming next, he’s heard the rationale before but he’s happy to listen to it as many times as Buck wants to explain.

“Babies like bright colours and it was just too cool not to buy, right?” Buck joins Maddie by the empty crib and she wraps her arm around his waist, leaning into him.

“So cool.” All her love for her brother is in those two words. Eddie understands exactly how she feels. “I think she’s going to love looking at it.”

“Yeah, and she can keep it forever, might even be a family heirloom one day, cos who doesn’t like dragons Maddie.”

“No one with any sense I’m sure.”

Eddie chuckles quietly as Buck hugs his sister even tighter and kisses the top of her head. Buck’s so excited it’s adorable but then to be fair they both are, it’s been a long wait.

From his spot by the door Eddie listens fondly as Buck chatters away about baby development, dragon mythology, colour theory and the various options he considered before making his final design choices. Maddie listens with the same soft smile Eddie knows is on his own face. From within the circle of Buck’s arm, Maddie’s eyes move around the room again taking it all in until they settle on Eddie. Maddie’s eyes aren’t like Buck’s at all, they’re brown like his and that’s not all they have in common, the love they share for the man she calls brother and he calls ‘his’ always shines brightly for anyone who cares to look.

There’s more to show her but eventually the tour of the nursery ends and Buck is steering his beloved sister through the door and back towards the couch where the others are all waiting. He pauses on his way past, the heat from his hand soaking into Eddie’s skin as blue meets brown and the tenderness he always finds there is a constant wonder to him.

“Eds? You coming?

“Yeah, In a sec.” The soft assurance ends with a kiss to the corner of his mouth that leaves Buck smiling as he follows his sister.

Alone, Eddie wanders over to the crib the Buckley siblings had been admiring, he runs his fingers along the edge of the white wood, then across the pale yellow sheet and finally he touches the dragon mobile that Buck fell in love with the second he saw and bought, barely three minutes later. The dragons dance in the sky from his gentle touch, it really is very beautiful; five dragons hang above the tiny mattress; gold, bronze, brown, blue, and green. All different sizes, made from a shimmering fabric that catches the light with tiny wings spread wide that show even more fine detail and a translucent quality Eddie’s amazed by. He knows it cost Buck a lot, so much he refuses to tell him the actual amount but whatever it cost it was worth it. It’s the loveliest thing in the room and it will be until their daughter arrives to join the family. Penelope Diaz is due any day now and soon she’ll be in their arms and sleep here in the bed they choose for her and be loved by them completely and forever,

Eddie touches the golden dragon one more time and as she sways forward, taking her own family with her he smiles and turns to go and find his.

Well if that wasn’t soft enough for you I don’t know what is😂

Thanks for joining in with my spotty stocking Christmas fun. Who knows where the next prompt will take us. 💜

Bit of a niche audience here I fear so only tagging fellow dragon fans and the most indulgent of mutuals @hippolotamus @thelikesofus @tizniz @stagefoureddiediaz @buffaluff @caroandcats @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @repressedqueen @eddiebabygirldiaz @buffaluff @livingwherethesidewalkends @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @bi-buckrights @bekkachaos @beyourownanchor6 @dr-shortsighted-owl @inell @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @thekristen999 @dangerpronebuddie

[frostbite-fable]

learning to draw by being really mentally unwell about a guy

[turochamp]

(blowing air into the microphone) IS THIS THING WORKING?

[cottenkiwi]

Chocola-Chan

[jallo-art]

Drawing Process of my Feather Tail Gliders

[1loer]

*store announcement jingle* This is a collegue announcement. Clean up on aisle 4. Bring a mop.

[feartoxinjelloshot]

theres something going on here

[a-second-chance-su-au]

huh

[catspores]

Zachboy and Suc Suc

[sugarpsalms]

Made-up fic title:

To hold a god is to make him pray.

Hung onto this one for a bit because I wanted to think on it, and I've decided this has mildly uncomfy trust exercise vibes. It's another one of my favorite team building devices, pretty much tied with 'reluctant buddy mission'. Since I did Law & Doffy for that, let's do Rosi & Doffy for this.

I've been thinking about how fun it'd be to revisit the idea of Rosi being wired ever since the first installment of No Loyalty. Not in a 'for real' way, but in a 'testing Doffy's faith' way. This is kind of the perfect vibe for it, so! Let's go under a cut!

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The timeline is vague, but it'd have to be far enough along in Rosi's mission that Doffy no longer really suspects anything. He's got to be comfortable enough that the idea of Rosi spying is out of mind, because that makes it feasible that Rosi could get away with it if he wanted.

So, Rosi shows up. Doffy knows he's coming and plans to meet him at the dock bar, which Rosi agrees to—provided Doffy waits for Rosi to approach him. This sounds like an odd request, but whatever. Doflamingo isn't all that worried about who does what.

He heads out around when Rosi should be debarking, taking his time on the walk. When he gets there, Rosi is already inside. Only, he's not alone. He's having a drink with someone else in Marine uniform, and suddenly it makes sense, why Doffy needs to wait.

He goes to the bar, gets his own drink, and nurses it by himself, listening in as best he can. He can't make out what they're saying, but the chat sounds friendly. They seem to get along, and Doffy can't help but wonder what the nature of their relationship is.

Eventually, the meeting ends. Rosi and the other Marine get up, say goodbye, and the stranger leaves. Rosi comes to Doffy, who spins his stool around and goes to say something, but Rosi stops him, clapping a hand over his mouth.

Confused, Doflamingo tries mumbling through his fingers, but Rosi shakes his head and shushes him. Before Doflamingo can get annoyed, Rosi uses his free hand to gesture to his chest. He draws a line from his collar to his hip and mouths that he's wired.

Doflamingo goes stiff. He hadn't had so much as a passing thought about Rosi being wired in over a year. What was he wearing one now for? Was he recording the person who just left? Why? Who authorized it? Did Rosi do this often?

Before he can spiral too deeply, Rosi mouths 'follow me', leaving the bar and making for the hall. Doflamingo goes after him, feeling uneasy when Rosi slips into the bathroom. Still, he follows and locks the door behind them.

Then, as if this is routine, Rosi takes his coat and shirt off. And Doflamingo sees it: the thin wire coiled all around him, the mic nestled in the hollow of his collar bone, and the tiny transponder it's attached to snug against his hip.

Rosi lets him take it in, then waves for his attention. When he has it, he mouths 'I'm disconnecting it.' Which he does, methodically; rather more, Doflamingo thinks, than he probably would've if he was alone.

Rosi makes a show of popping the mic off and crushing it; stripping out of the wire; snapping the wire off of the transponder at the base. He even slips the snail out of his wasitband and passes it to Doffy.

"I'll need it back," Rosi says as Doflamingo rolls the thing in his hand, checking to see if it's really dozing. "It's evidence."

Doflamingo hesitates. "Of what?"

"Nothing you need to worry about. Give it back, please."

Doflamingo holds onto the snail a bit longer, unsure if he should. The accessories are broken, yes, but it could still record. Even if the quality would be poor...

He looks from the sleepy snail to Rosi's bare chest, to the broken mic and wire.

He's being ridiculous.

Rosi didn't have to do this, he reassures himself. Doflamingo wouldn't have suspected—no, best not to think of it like that.

Doffy didn't have to suspect him. That was better; that felt nicer. Rosi is open. Rosi can be trusted.

He gives the snail back.

[the-insouciant-scientist]

are you still accepting the mistletoe meme? Spwines for 3! Thank you! (I love your style btw <3)

Pictures taken seconds before disaster (CHOMP)

[multiicolor]

looking a little too sleepy but heres more glinda, ur welcome ✨✨

[turochamp]

I WAS UHHH watxhing The Nanny

[chalk-drawings-on-the-sidewalk]

こねこちゃんの悲しみ

[mikumimikyu]

(he/she/they) "sugar (dododododo do) ohhh honey honey (dodododo do do)"