#I WANT FOG

[archivistraccoon]

We should have Dnd character class reveal parties

This might sound crazy, but what if when you pull up to your next dnd game, you take out a balloon and a needle, and everyone else does the same.

“IT’S A CLERIC!!!”

*Gasps* “Mine was a ranger!! No fair!”

It would be hilarious, especially if the dm had made the class and build for the players.

[deadsetobsessions]

Writing Prompt… kind of? Definitely write more if you want but this was a cute little “fic starter” that popped into my mind.

——

Danny didn’t know the first thing about art. This is an important fact.

“Sam, why am I even here?”

“Suck it up, Casper.”

“The show or the school?” Danny privately thought Casper the Friendly Ghost was the best thing to have come around. It did wonders for improving relations between Amity and inhabitants of the Zone.

Sam smacked him on the arm. “You know which one. You’re just here to be the normie judge. You don’t need to know anything about art.”

“Everyone here is like an art acolyte or something, Sam! I’m an engineering newb in a room full of people with art PhDs!”

Sam rolled her eyes and checked her manicures. “If you call Fenton Works newb level, then the rest of the world would be Neanderthals. Seriously that’s why you’re here. The art’s gotta appeal to the untrained eyes too. I trust your judgement.”

Danny gave in. “Thanks, Sam. That means a lot.” He followed after Sam but after a moment, he whined, “But couldn’t you have taken Tucker? Dude’s got four untrained eyes!”

“He’s busy with his internship. And you were already in Gotham.”

They reach the exhibition, Sam and Danny being welcomed in. Sam’s parents, while not the richest of the rich, were known art connoisseurs and respected people in the communities that dotted around the world. On top of being the descendants of the man that invented the deli toothpick cellophane twirling device, that is. Sam was standing in their place today- begrudgingly- because they’d promised to pay for an entire month of Gotham architecture tours and a trip to Japan. After all, Sam had much of their knowledge too. If anyone could say anything about the Masons, it was that they were passionate in their chosen field. L

“The contestants are in the room next door. The judge panel is beginning.” The person at the door informed them. He gave them a slip of paper and a pen to mark their choices in each field. Danny breathed a sigh of relief and began wandering around.

After he wandered between the oil paintings- “oo, this one. Reason why… the vibes are nostalgic. I like it.”- and the various depictions of a specific ship, Danny was pulled to a stop by his core reaching out. He looked up and what he saw took his breath away.

It was just a photo.

But it felt like he was there, on that rooftop, crouched among the shadows and watching the early rays of muffled light hit the tops of his city. His core thrummed. It felt like protection. It felt like he was being fulfilled, like Danny was once more becoming Phantom and that he was watching over this city he’s beginning to understand.

Danny, almost fevered, scribbled down the name [A Robin’s Nest- by Tim Drake] as his number one choice to win the contest over all. And, at least, to win the first in the photography division.

——

“Oh, Ancients, are you okay?”

Danny had wandered around in the interim as the votes were tallied. He hadn’t been paying attention when he smacked into a little kid that could have been his little brother.

“Uhm. I’m good.”

Danny helped the kid up. “I’m Danny. I’m sorry I smacked into you. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Yeah. I’m Timothy Drake. I’m good.”

Danny’s smile widened in shock. “Like the photographer? Oh, wow! I really loved that photo! It was amazing! It felt like I was up there with the vigilantes!”

As he spoke, Danny glanced around for the kid’s designated adults. Hm. That’s odd. Everyone and their parental figure was accounted for.

“Oh.” Timothy flushed. “Thanks! I hoped the judges liked it too.”

Danny smiled, a small secretive thing. “Oh, I’m sure they will. Will you tell me more about your photography?”

“Oh, if you want!”

——

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

Just simple calling each other's names makes me so emotional, they took my heart and don't even think about giving it back

[mewdoodles]

24 - fog

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 29 | Blue

[neuropathyfordpines]

If you have speech issues due to brain fog or psychosis or schizophrenia spectrum or intellectual disability or aphasia or whatever reason love you forever. We are not stupid, we are not freaks, we are disabled (if you identify that way) and deserve to be normalized. Speak "strange" forever

-schizophrenic with somewhat constant disorganized speech and writing

[wishchip106]

NPC’s

Erik: So I sit down and ask Charles to play chess, then what?

God (or whoever idk): you propose to him, easy enough.

Erik: Okay 👍

idk 😭

[thefabledpheasant]

I’ve been sick these last 4 days and it’s awful but it made me realize that we were robbed of sick Arthur.

He’d either be a giant baby about it or he’d try to pretend he was fine while basically dying. Probably the latter since we’ve seen him try to play off very bad wounds, but I’d like to see both versions honestly.

And then Merlins reaction would be wonderful. If Arthur’s being a baby about it, Merlin would be so annoyed and petty. But if Arthur was trying to pretend nothing is wrong while looking like a corpse, Merlin would also be very annoyed and petty, but in a completely different way. Like, “I care about you so much and am worried about you so I’m going to annoy you into admitting you’re sick so I can take care of you”

[dragonskulls]

some character concepts + finalized refs for a small comic im planning 😁

[purpleelephantsocks]

Oh god, oh fuck, oh no; the parallels between Jean at the beginning of tsc panicking and telling Wymack "I want to go home" and Jean at the end of tsc falling apart after finding out his baby sister has died, telling Neil the same thing.

"I want to go home."

He is only nineteen

[lamina-tsrif]

this guy can NOT catch a break

[peitalo]

So seriously debating leaving instagram and focusing on sharing art fully here instead i jusy hate….. instagram………..

[isjasz]

[Day 136]

Greyout

[melovrs]

imagine studying w bf!ness,,,

he'll work thru problems u don't get, never getting mad or shaming u for not understanding :( ness is a good teacher, explaining topics you've been struggling to learn for weeks in a matter of hours !

if u still can't grasp the concept quite right, so he'll try his best to explain it to u ! and after long periods of studying, he'll feed u some sweets to get your energy back up & help u focus again ! and times where ur especially distracted (by his reading glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose and the slight messiness of his soft hair), he'll motivate u by offering pecks on ur cheeks every time you get a question correct !

this obviously fuels ur drive to study, though u already know he'll offer u kisses if u just ask ! playing along with ness' little studying game is fun for u tho, so u don't resist <3 he's so adorable when he's all focused on helping u understand a subject, that he doesn't even notice the lovesick gaze in ur eyes !!

& that's why he's especially surprised when u pull yourself onto him and press your lips onto his <3 your tongue slips into his mouth, your hands tangling in ness' soft hair. ness grabs onto your hips, his eyes fluttering shut, breathing heavily. his glasses bump against your nose, and you finally push yourself off him, satisfied.

"wha- what was that for, engel?" ness asks, his breathing uneven and heavy. his glasses lay crooked and slightly fogged up from both of your heavy breathing.

you smile, petting his head. "nothing, jus' wanted to kiss you."

"plus, you're so adorable when your glasses get all foggy after i kiss you," you breathe out.

engel - angel ♡

eee kiss scenes r so hard to write :( hope i did ness right <3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Rip & Tear!

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[tamagoneko]

quite mountain