#soft vibes

[eepyess]

Wholesome commission for a friend :3

[graytodd]

It's been a while since I've sketched dickjay and baby!damian as family ~ @epiclover246

[doshegotabo0ty]

[hannatart]

Mullet Stan being a fav in the crowd haha! So is Fiddleford- combining them all ,they are super duper favorite right?

[moonbils]

contains: best-friend dynamic, late night setting

warnings: none for this :)

The first time she showed up past midnight, it was raining. Not in a dramatic, movie kind of way—just soft, steady rain tapping against the windows like background noise.

I was in bed with the lights off, scrolling through random videos I’d forget about in the morning, when my phone lit up.

BILLIE

you up?

It wasn’t weird. Billie had always been like that—popping in and out of my nights like a second moon. And she knew I didn’t sleep early anyway.

ME

door’s unlocked

A few minutes later, I heard it—the quiet shuffle of her boots against the floor, the click of the door, and the soft thud of her backpack hitting the ground.

“Hey,” she said, voice low but steady.

“Hey,” I said back, sitting up. “You good?”

“Yeah.” She kicked off her boots and padded over to my bed, hoodie soaked around the edges. “Just didn’t wanna be home.”

She didn’t have to explain. I made space without thinking, and she climbed in like it was muscle memory.

⸻

We’d been friends for years. Since before the stadiums and the strangers shouting her name. Before the world knew her voice. Before she knew what fame would take from her.

Back then, we shared chips and bad jokes and fought over what to watch on movie nights. These days, we still did—just with a little more silence between us sometimes.

I handed her a towel. She pulled the hoodie over her head and ran it through her wet hair, messy strands falling in front of her eyes.

“You look like a wet cat,” I said.

Billie smirked. “Thanks, I try.”

We sat there for a minute, the room dim and warm, the sound of rain filling the gaps.

“You wanna watch something?” I asked.

“Only if I get to pick.”

“You always pick,” I said, already handing her the remote.

She chose something dumb on purpose—some old cartoon we used to watch when we were too young to understand the jokes. It played softly while she leaned into me, head resting on my shoulder like it belonged there.

“This is nice,” she said, barely above a whisper.

I looked down at her. “Yeah. It is.”

⸻

An hour passed. Maybe two. I lost track somewhere between her laughing at the dumbest parts and us quoting lines like we were back in middle school.

She pulled the blanket over both of us and curled up, her feet cold against my leg.

“You always hog the blanket,” I muttered.

“You love it,” she said, eyes closed.

Maybe I did.

We didn’t talk about serious things that night. We didn’t need to. Sometimes, her showing up was enough. No reason. No drama. Just that unspoken, best-friend understanding that being near each other made everything suck a little less.

At some point, she fell asleep.

I stayed awake for a bit longer, watching the rain trace lines down the window. Her hand was half-limp against mine under the blanket, her breathing slow and even.

And I thought

If this was all we ever were, I’d be okay with that.

Just her. Just me. Just this.

[spindleanddye]

🧊❄️💙

First bit of yarn spun on my hatbox wheel, and first thing Ive spun in months. The holidays and neurodivergence have kicked my ass but im getting back in the spinning groove!

[bakutenshi]

I may have drawn them already but it looks like they won the poll so we are good (･ω･ )

Don’t fret I’ll still draw the others 🫶

[renae-the-turtle]

Happy Valentines Day!

I actually drew this in January, but it turned out to be perfect for today, so I held off on posting it :)

[kalhamamor]

“It’s always times like these when I think of you and wonder if you ever think of me…” - A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

[graytodd]

[s0ftplacetoland]

You ask me why I like you, and the words feel too earthbound—like cupping water in your palms and calling it the sea.

I could tell you about the way your voice feels like a lighthouse calling me home, or how your laugh cracks open my ribs, letting the wildflowers inside me bloom.

But none of it would be enough, not for this, not for you.

I like you because the world tilts in your direction, because every word you speak feels like the first page of a story I’ve always wanted to read.

And if I had no words, only silence, I’d still find a way to show you: my gaze resting, my breath steady, my being leaning toward you, always.

[ikarus-im-weltall]

looking up in my padded cell

[truepinkshape]

[balanceandbloomcoaching]

Even in the silence, there’s a symphony—garden birds, fluttering butterflies, and the gentle rustle of petals. Balance your heart, let your spirit bloom, and step into the light. With every step, you’ll find your way to peace, resilience, and healing. Heal, grow, shine, and let your soul take flight—your future’s bright. 🌸✨ #BalanceAndBloom #FindYourPath #NatureHeals #SoulTakeFlight #SerenityAwaits

[ariesintheshire]

He has a way of drawing me in, of making the world feel softer when he’s near.