#thoughts of lazy mind

[im-that-random-girl]

I hope you are happy with the decisions you made.

I hope that your regrets don't keep you awake.

I wonder how your regrets changed from the past year?

I wonder if your conflicting emotions finally cleared?

I hope you stay happy with the decisions you make.

I hope you aren't only left to ponder over your mistake.

[beccawise7]

Sunday kinda feel.

~beccawise7 💜🖤

[veveisveryuncool]

some season 4 doodles :]

im crazy.

[princema-k]

Dude dude I loved your angry flora, now can you draw Emmy covered in blood :D

Oh unless you can’t do gore.. uhhm then uh just draw Emmy hugging a toy robot I guess

i know what u are. anyways hope this works :)

+ layton under cut

i put them together bc i thought it'd look cool. partners in crime (DONT TAG AS SHIP)

[transhawks]

this fandom doesn't get dabi tbh. Like outside of the aesthetic, if given half the chance, he would have become a workaholic to rival his dad. Like he'd complain about it more than Enji tho, but he'd still be out there working his ass off.

[lara635kookie]

[spooky-activity]

I wonder where the Trailblazer could be 🤔

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[talxns]

Co-creator of Batman Bill Finger did an interview in 1972 in which he responded to the question of whether Batman and Robin were “homosexual fantasies”.

His answer was that he “didn’t think of Batman and Robin in those terms.” But the next thing he says piqued my interest in regards to their intended relationship dynamic.

“I thought of [their relationship] in terms of … Frank Merriwell and Dick Merriwell, his half-brother, who was the kid he was taking care of.”

Brothers! Very interesting.

[bolithesenate]

komari vosa my beloved <3

i just think she is neat

[yokyoaaa]

Metadede week day 4: swap

If you’ve seen my old metadede comic where meta likes halloween and dedede likes christmas, I thought to myself what if it’s vice versa?

[screamingcrows]

what about 17 with dottore bestie? 👀

Bestie I was gonna randomise the prompts buuuut it's a great prompt so I'm doing it 💙 "There is a fine line between stupid and genius"

It's established relationship kinda? There's a very tasteless plot point lmao, drugging in a sense but it's not reader on the receiving end.

Steam caressed your skin as you brought the cup to your lips, eyes focused on the man in front of you. You saw him swallow once, twice, before setting down the fragile procelain with more care than he usually showed you.

It was a rare occasion that you both have time to sit down, nevermind the nerves swirling around in your gut. It was fifteen minutes before The Regrator would arrive. Fifteen minutes before the future of your project, and in turn your position under Dottore, would be determined.

"You're afraid," Dottore's voice was gruff, taking another sip before continuing, "he will know the moment he steps foot in here, and you'll be all the more sorry for it. He despises people who fail to keep a level head."

A frown tugged at your lips, trying to will your hands to stop their incessant trembling.

"But-"

"Don't start on that," the dismissal in Dottore's voice had you feeling like a scolded child, "Pantalone is well aware of his own hypocrisy, pointing it out will only sour his mood further."

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and mentally trying to get all the important pointers in order. Dottore had made you rehearse those three minutes over and over to the point where you swore they must've been burned into your mind.

"Good, deep breaths. The tea is brewed to his tastes, I've handed in all reports in a timely manner as of late, he's sustained no significant losses, the beast should be as agreeable as he gets."

The sight of your rough sketches spread across the wooden coffee table made you wince. Were the measurements off? Did they even have use for a weapon like this?

It didn't look particularly presentable either, the graphite lines smudged in several places. Your fingertips brushed against them, trying to reassure yourself that Dottore had encouraged this, and he wouldn't entertain poorly thought out ideas.

"What if he refuses to fund it?"

"We've already discussed this, you retain your current position and-"

"And I can try to polish it before attempting again..."

Hail clattered against the window, the dark skies outside perfectly encapsulating your current hopes. It wasn't so much that you wanted to be Dottore's equal, you weren't delusional enough to think it possible, but the chance of seeing pride warm his garnet eyes once more had your stomach doing flips.

Before you could slip further into the trenches of your mind, you felt the couch dip and the familiar heat of his body against yours, an arm unceremoniously circling your shoulders and tugging.

"A rejected project isn't the end of the world."

Dottore gave your shoulder a small squeeze, a little too tight to be comfortable, and you had to hold back a chuckle at his somewhat endearing attempt. Resting your head atop his shoulder did help to soothe your nerves, if only-

"Can't you do the talking? You know the technical details as well as I and have more experience negotiating with him, not to mention the question of rank-"

"And how do you hope to get experience if you refuse to try? I said that I'd support you, not that I'd coddle you," there was a sternness to his voice that would've made your toes curl in any other situation, "and in the unlikely situation he brushes you off due to rank..."

Your shoulders slumped as you curled a little closer, eyes drifting back to the golden liquid swirling in the fine porcelain.

"Then I watch him drink his tea and regret it."

Dottore's fingers were wrapped around your chin before another heartbeat could pass, digging into the soft skin as he angled your head upwards, the beaked mask nearly taking your eye out.

"What?"

How you wished he hadn't put on the mask yet, seeing his eyes widen in disbelief was such a rare occurrence, and from how his chapped lips had parted, you'd wager disbelief would shine clearly in them.

"You said we'd get back at him if he was mean, so I did some preliminary work," a small chuckle left your lips along with some of the unease that had gnawed at your bones.

Right. You would have the last laugh no matter what.

"I- that," Dottore fumbled for but a moment before letting out an almost tired growl, "what did you do?"

Small giggles rippled through your body as he pushed you to the side, reaching forward to snatch a cup. You could see him bring it to his lips, this time inhaling the steam.

"I didn't poison it, not really anyway, just added a laxative."

The snort that left you was downright disgraceful, but little did you care, not when The Second jolted as he did, almost sending the cup flying before turning to you with a sneer.

"There is a fine line between stupid and genius, and this, darling, has to be the most idiotic thing you've done. We have been drinking it as well," he practically spat out the words, only encouraging your amusement.

Seeing him this frustrated was well worth the trouble of having kept the petty revenge plan secret. You simply grinned, wiping tears from your eyes as his hand tangled gently in your hair, the subtle concern for not messing up your appearance right now making your heart flutter. The punishment for keeping him in the dark would come later and be all the sweeter for it.

"It's not in it's active form, it won't work unless the catalyst is also consumed," you gestured to the plate of sweets atop the table, "so we have nothing to worry about. I haven't had any tea, so I'll eat some and offer him if it comes to it. You simply pass and we'll be safe."

The groan that slipped past Dottore's lips had warmth blooming in your chest, his hand loosening it's grasp before gently stroking your hair. Decently proud of the little insurance, you relished in seeing how his frustration died out, and the fond tone of his voice.

"Little vixen..."

You leaned into the touch of his gloved hand as it came down to fondly hold your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin.

The loud knocks against the heavy door was enough to have every muscle in your body tensing, every shred of confidence slipping through your fingers as Dottore rose to open it.

You saw him grasp the handle and look back at you, signature grin in place, baring the pointed teeth that so often left marks in your flesh.

"Well? Do we greet a Harbinger sitting down?"

Frantically you scrambled to stand at attention, nearly knocking over the table in the process, the sound of Dottore's rumbling laughter when he opened the door doing little to make your now prominent blush fade.

[im-that-random-girl]

How did it feel?

When you kept yourself guarded-

Stone faced and iron hearted.

How did it feel?

When they barged in, all things disregarded.

Brought in sunshine and your walls melted.

How did it feel?

Running through flower fields

And being more happy than you thought you could be

Now how does it feel?

When they pulled all of that from under your feet?

They came in like a storm and left with the breeze.

Traces left behind on your skin like feathers on your fingertips

How does it feel?

Do you feel cold and empty?

Do you again keep yourself guarded?

Stone faced and Iron hearted?

[beccawise7]

When you can't find the words to share what's heavy on your heart and he just holds you...

~beccawise7 💜🖤

[hazy-egg]

Day 8: Candy

hands down the worst random event from DSAF 2

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

for my Baby's First Barovia table I'm going to modify Strahd's charm ability so that if he targets one of the PCs with it, and they fail their saving throw, they can choose to either:

become Charmed by Strahd and feel like they're his best bud for 24 hours as described in the stat block or

become Strahd's eyes and ears for 24 hours, effectively letting him scry through them for free for the day

hilariously, mind control was one of the few things my players didn't have any problems with on their comfort surveys... but I personally don't want to hand my new players the improv curve ball of "now you think Strahd is rad" and have to enforce it for 24 hours (which could easily be 3-4 game sessions) if they aren't 100% on board with it.

because listen, I'm not going to spring mind control on them when it'd be funny, I'll spring it on them at the worst possible time when the last thing they'll want to do is go along with it.

this way my players can at least choose which sacrifice they are more willing to make, and it creates room for player buy-in on the Charmed condition if that's their choice. and if that's not their choice, they keep full agency over their PCs but have to figure out how the fuck they'll get around being a walking Spy Cam for Strahd for a whole day.

[oneroomjestershow]

wait he's innocent it was the rats