#♣. ANSWERS.

[canisalbus]

The little Courage the cowardly dog-esque paws on this drawing just sent me for some reason I'm so sorry I just had to quickly doodle a little Machete the cowardly dog XD

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[dyshonor]

"You have my apologies."

There was no need to fluff about, or beat around the bush—Diamant had been working on incomplete information, and used it to so earnestly accuse an innocent man. All of this was a game, there weren't any actual stakes, but he knew to recognize when he was wrong.

"I didn't get a chance in all the commotion of the trial, but I was wrong about your allegiance, and for that I apologize." He offers a hand for a shake, though his smile is somewhat tight. Diamant still wasn't particularly a fan of Randal's attitude.

"You can accept or not, but I offer it regardless."

-- RANDAL EYES THE HAND with a wide facade of neutrality. He blinks, then defaults to his usual half-smug, half-kind expression. The sort that seemed to beg to be punched.

So this was the infuriating placidness of true-born nobility. He has to fight to keep his lip from curling. Here was the 'honorable' gesture that those who care about such things think necessary. Aggravating. For a moment, he is almost glad that he has been forced out of such necessities and shows of faux care. Almost.

"Apologies? What for! Ser, this was a light-hearted game. Accusations and misconceptions are to be expected! In fact, it would hardly be any fun without them no?"

He waves his hand dismissively, his smile- no longer cute, but spread thinly over his jaw- picture perfect. "If you're apologizing, doesn't that posit that I should as well? That seems a waste of breath. We simply played the game as it was meant to be, ser!"

[screwslooseboozer]

　@demondrank GAMBLED! : " what the fuck? if this is some shapeshiftin' bullshit, knock it the fuck off. "

　" If it is, then one of us is pretty bad at it, cause you look like you'd go down with a stiff breeze. You need a sandwich, motherfucker, you're makin' me hungry just lookin' at you. "

[biohazard-4ever]

Do you have any affectionate leon headcanons!

♣ Leon loves affection. To give and to receive; ♣ He is an attentive boyfriend. He knows his S/O's likes and dislikes. In a restaurant, he orders what he knows he can share with his S/O even when they have chose their own plate already; ♣ He smiles at them for no apparent reason; ♣ He playfully hogs all the blanket for him so you/his S/O is 'forced' to come and lay down next to him to be held all night long; ♣ He is working in his home office? Sit on his lap. He will lay his head on his S/O's shoulder and enjoys your touch;

This is what I have atm. AM SORRY! DX

[unknownarmageddon]

can you do dream? 🏳️‍🌈

-♣

dream i think is pan and either genderfluid or bigender or something like that to me :]

also like the idea of transfem dream but to me that’s a separate scenario

[rietveild]

hello hello — i will be going on a lil road trip/vacay with friends from thursday night-monday night so i'll be a bit quiet ooc and ic !! i'll have my phone but not my laptop, so i'll be around on mobile aka discord + wire ( albeit sporadically ) but i won't really be posting formatted replies here !

[pluviacuratio-a]

♣ for funsies:

what animal do you relate bella to?

[skater-brain]

[ 🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?

[x]

✨︎ Like most Japanese people, Beat was raised with a marriage of Shinto and Buddhist customs, but does not consider himself religious. He's never really given spirituality or a higher power any deep thought, he just adheres to those rituals and that understanding of the world because he grew up with it all around him and it feels natural. That said, even if he ever had any sort of theological inklings or education in world religions, his current "religion" is entrenched in his cultural identity and unlikely to be displaced by something else.

✨︎ His mother in particular is a stickler for being visibly and devoutly adherent to traditional religious customs, so despite not consciously holding any strong spiritual beliefs himself, Beat inherited a bit of an exaggerated sense of "this is just how things are, this is just what you do" in relation to observances, shrine visits, ceremonies, etc. He's much more reverent at religious sites and events than most people would assume of a rebellious teen.

[howdyneighborr]

Tweek: ’ How many next times are there gonna be? ’ (for kenny and/or clyde >:) )

@troublcmakcrs

The two men—the intended targets of the singular question—stood and sat, respectively; juxtaposed in their expression of guilt. Or, lack thereof.

Clyde posed coolly against the framed entrance of their tiny kitchen. He put all his effort into concentrating on the small bubbles under the white paint haphazardly slathered over the cheap wood across from him. Directly in his eye-line, the tiny imperfections diverted and distracted his attention. If his arms hadn't been folded across his chest, shielding himself as Tweek began to tear into Kenny's hide, he might have absently picked and peeled the decrepit Landlord's Special paint job. After all, he didn't really have to be here. Kenny needed the intervention. Clyde only contributed to his share of rent. And was banging them both. But other than that, he felt no responsibility for the opening of Pandora's box. He avoided eye contact with his seated partner, and he could feel Kenny doing the same. Clyde half-expected, if he were to steal a glance at Kenny, to see cartoonish lines of tension drawn over his hanging head. The standing brunette refused to believe he had any part in this other than being an observer. He would deny all allegations as an enabler—as he always had, anyway. He kept his mouth shut and stayed a safe distance as the squabble roiled to a head.

Kenny leaned forward over his knees, feeling small and sick. He sat curled around himself until he could bear to raise his chin. When the wave of guilt-induced nausea ebbed, the skinny blonde rested the point of his jaw in his hands and stared up from the couch at Tweek. He wanted to chuck a pillow, stuffed with blame and accusation, across the room at the good-for-nothing bartender. Even still, when the thought formed in his head, he regretted feeling that way towards the other man. Ken knew the responsibility lay mostly on his own shoulders. Not throwing Clyde under the bus or even turning to face him for backup took every bit of Kenny's resolve. He knew the other man would male a slick remark and weasel his way out of the room  Kenny was surprised he hadn't made an escape already. He knew Clyde would slough off the accountability regardless. He also knew the time for making excuses had passed and he should start fixing his mistakes. Clyde could do whatever the fuck he wanted. Treat Tweek, treat him, the way he wanted. He would only have himself to blame when he had to sleep on the couch. Or with whoever would take him in. Clyde could make his own bed, but Kenny– He was tired of coming home, or waking up, or getting a text from a disappointed Tweek. 

That amalgam of factors ultimately stopped him from casting his sad, blue plea for help in Clyde's direction; Kenny knew he would find no comfort. And that was okay. He was an adult, not a giant man-child like Clyde. Okay, now that thought felt good. Albeit a bit internally vindicated, Kenny couldn’t shake feeling like a piece of shit, but weren't they both? Wasn't that what else had caused this? No one owning up to their own bullshit, history dooming itself to be repeated? With a whump and a sigh, his back hit the sofa cushions and his legs extended in Tweek's direction; an invitation and the very picture of man-spread. Wallowing wouldn’t un-fuck or un-drink anything. With a puckish grin, the lounging blonde was the first to respond.

“Can you be a little more clear about which specific fuck-up you're pissed about right now? I’ve kind of done a lot of shit lately…”

[qunz1]

@starfiaer said: "who taught you how to do that?"

she enjoyed the stretch and pull of muscle as her body doubled over backward, hands and feet firmly planted on the ground before she kicked off, turning the world upside down. harley didn't miss a beat at the question, walking closer to the woman with one hand in front of the other. she imagined herself something akin to a horror movie creature, and the imagine in her head brought a chuckle out of her.

"i had this coach in college," she began, disdain lacing her tone at the memory of him, "who made us all walk the length of the gym on just our hands every day to 'build core strength' or somethin'," she rolled her eyes, letting herself fall forward into a roll before popping up onto her feet. "i had blisters for months!"

[painofhumanity]

The only person Alice loves as much as--if not more than--Bruce, is Alfred. He's the only other person who she felt immediately safe around, and he treated her like a child from the moment he met her; Alfred didn't care that the young miss could warp reality or read minds, he was still going to make sure she brushed her teeth and got to bed at a reasonable time, but he was always gentle with her. Before she was ready to go to school, Alfred was also who she spent the most time with, which was often her following him around the house as he worked, asking him questions about what he was doing and just life in general.

[dyshonor]

"Dang...how much makeup did you cake on to make yourself look that much younger?" Yunaka leans in to squint at Randal's face. Sure, the last time she saw him was in the dark, but he definitely looked a lot older then. She's also pretty sure he called himself an old man. "Talk about committing to the bit...you know that much makeup is killer on your skin, right?"

-- WHEN RANDAL SEES THE starry-haired girl, the practical response leaps to mind immediately: ignore, scoff at, move on. That dastard had had some sort of encounter with this girl beforehand, he thinks. General unpleasantness that served little use in pursuing further.

But the usual protest on his tongue- I'm that very same Randal!- dies down quickly enough. She had... recognized him? As him, not a stranger, not completely. He fights down the feeling that pokes in his throat.

"There's no makeup at play here, madam!" he scoffs. "Or, well- no more than necessary. Some touch-up and emphasis for the occasion at hand, but-" Besides the point. "You're familiar with the curse putting half the monastery in diapers, no? For me, it is the very same."

A dip of the head. "I see you've found yourself entrapped in this... inspired little game the pink one and her pimple-headed friend have formulated," he hums. "Was it blackmail for you? Or- no, you seem the type to enjoy this sort of thing. Candy, and all."

[screwslooseboozer]

Hey skeptic, there is someone going around telling people you are a proshipper and to stop writing with you. I am one of those people and I've seen one or two people make a post referancing anon hate so I'm assuming they got those as well? Just letting you know so if you suddenly start getting blocked by mutuals, that might be why.

　GASP!!!! ME?????

　SOMEONE WHO BELIEVES FICTION IS NOT ON A ONE - TO - ONE SCALE WITH REALITY??????

　ME????????

　OH MY GOD WHO WOULD SAY SUCH A THING!!!!!

　I don't care. Follow me or don't. Be an adult and make your own decisions, okay? While I may not be happy about it, if a mutual decides what's best for them is to not have me around, I'm not going to stop them from setting that boundary. Your own health comes before the little fictional characters we bang against one another in our free time.

[askcupsandcasinos]

(i swear the next one will answer an ask. just gotta get through all this plot (: )

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[unknownarmageddon]

you say you aren't much of a dream guy but I don't know man, youre a pretty dreamy guy /p /lh /lh /lh

-♣

WEEPING

[rietveild]

puts a toddler in Kaz’s office just to see what he does

what the fuck — it's all that kaz can think as he steps into his office to see a small boy with curly brown hair and wide blue eyes standing next to his desk. he'd kept everything locked when he left, there was no way for a measly toddler to get past the security, not just of his office but of the slat. some of the dregs had children, the toddler could have belonged to one of them but kaz would have thought they'd all have known better than to let their children disturb his things in his absence.

his heart lurches with something in between excitement and dread — had the wraith returned ? had this been her idea of a joke ? was she going to pop out any second and recite some old suli wisdom about saving orphans ? of course not. he buries any hope as soon as it threatens to bloom. he would have sensed her if it were inej.

kaz softens his tone, puts on a small smile, and lowers himself so that he can look him in the eye. ❝ who might you be ? ❞ the child responds by stretching out a hand and palming at kaz's face. he scowls at the toddler and leers back in disgust, narrowly dodging a spit-soaked clap to the cheek.

❛ mon..ster ? ❜ the boy asks, his eyes growing wide.

kaz laughs, ❝ i am. and i'm going to kill your mommy or daddy for letting you in here. ❞ he rises to his feet once more and casts a glance out the door, ❝ jesper ! you're on babysitting duty ! give the little cretin a lollipop and keep him entertained while i figure out who he belongs to. ❞

he didn't really plan to orphan the boy, but he was more than prepared to break a bone or two in order to re-establish a few ground rules.