#answers: ic

[delusorydetective]

😠 ANGRY FACE — how easy or difficult is it for you to express your emotions? if you find it difficult, what do you think is holding you back?

IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS || Accepting

❝My emotions? I feel as though I don't struggle much with expressing most of them. Whether or not they are interpreted by others correctly . . . is more of the challenge. I won't deny I my demeanor can come across somewhat subdued, but I am not a child. I don't see the reason for overdramatized responses to things.

There are few situations that I find myself struggling with due to how infrequently they arise, although I am almost always able to overcome them.❞

[skulls-and-bunnies-blog]

“Hey. Got you some takis. The blue kind.”

❝Snacks! Snacks! Snacks!❞

❝T'anks 'omie! Ya wanna share 'em wi' me?❞ They'd never say no to free snacks, especially from one of their siblings.

[sweetestsurprises]

A text came in from an unlisted number.

A short message and a video.

"Happy V-day kiddo. Here your present -Vish"

A video filed clearly filmed from a hidden pocket on the man of him asking his brother to buy him dinner to prove he was successful, complete with his brother's reaction.

@viciousrocket

Oliver was nearly to his brother's apartment when he felt his phone go off. Probably just a Birthday Valentine's day text from Mally. He had snuck out before his business partner could catch him after all. While he would have very much rather spent the day at home, he knew Amby would have somehow managed to drag his ass here anyway

Fishing his phone out of his pocket along with the apartment keys, Oliver glanced at the screen. The unknown number caught his attention, and the rose haired man paused to check it.

He was surprised to say the least when he realized who had sent it, curiously opening the video.

The sheer look of shock and panic on Gideon's face in the video brought a smile to Ollie's own, the first since he'd woken up this morning.

❝Damn, he actually did it.❞ He couldn't help but laugh to himself. Served that jerk right. Though . . . this was going to be a little awkward.

His grin remained, even as he looked up from his phone to see the malice filled glare Giddy was giving him now as the door opened. Knowing his time was limited, Oliver sent a quick text in response before Ambrose also appeared in the doorway to drag him inside.

[ Text ] : HA! That was just as great as I was hoping! XD [ Text ] : Going to be stuck at my brother's place if you wanted to steal some cake, I had to make them one each one since they're both so picky. = n = I've also got that outfit I said I was going to make for you.

[stubbornstalwart]

"Do you have an issue with me?" - @rexinvicta

@rexinvicta

Fidelio simply stared at the elda for a moment, a small amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He had to admire the kid's tenacity to just come out and ask him that. But did he really want the paripus' truthful answer?

❝An' 'spose I said yes, would tha' really bother you so much?❞ His cheek rest against his knuckles as he eyed up the other. His true opinions on the elda were complicated to say the least, but Fidelio would be damned if he ever let that be known. He was here on a mission after all, not to make friends.

And just as quickly as it appeared, the smirk faded to an unamused expression, tail flicking behind him.

❝You migh' 'ave somehow gotten Lady Junah ta take a likin' to you, but 'm no' so easily swayed by pretty words 'n wistful thinkin'.❞ He'd made that mistake before and paid the price. Anything that sounded too good to be true, most often was. ❝'m not sure why you're even askin'. I's not like I 'ave any intentions of makin' friends. I'm jus' here ta make sure Lady Junah is safe.❞

[thegalarghost]

"You'll always be safe here."

Gentle Care pt 2 || Accepting

Allister clutched his mask to his chest, a small smile playing on his lips. He'd never been one to care about grand gestures. Small reassurances were all he required to be contented. Especially now, some may question the man's words, but for better or worse, Allister truly believed them. And in a sense, the boy still felt indebted to him after all he'd done for him.

After all, those years ago, if Rose hadn't offered him the position he still held today, it would be anyone's guess where Allister would be today. He had even been kind enough to keep their arrangement a secret. The vast majority of the league still didn't know why the boy's parents were always unusually absent from every match. Most would probably disapprove of a child as young as he was residing alone, would have likely sent the boy to live in an orphanage, the sheer idea of which terrified the boy.

He preferred to be alone with the ghosts after all, and it allowed him to further deepen his bond with the dead! It wasn't as though the boy was lacking for anything, he was able to focus upon his schooling and the gym without worrying about anything, it was all taken care of for him so long as he followed the rules. And that part was easy.

So, despite what anyone said, Allister would always be grateful to Rose, and still felt safe in his presence. The absence of his mask and the lessened struggle to speak plenty proof of that.

❝Th-Thank you . . . M-Mr. Rose. I-I've been . . . getting br-braver . . . I . . . I think . . .❞

[cappycodeart]

"The dead one! Yeah I haven't thought about her in a long time!"

A little theory I've had about Winter King's original motives based on his heartless comment about Betty and Ice King's original motives for kidnapping princesses in the first place...... clearly she gave off Bad Ex Vibes…

[whatisamildopinion]

sorry but I just KNOW Riz and Penny have the most unhinged text chain known to man happening off screen

[irlplasticlamb]

mhysa.

prints + merch + commission info pinned to profile :)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

probably will be FORCED by Pomp And Circumstance to go to the CLOWN HOSPITAL, for a CLOWN INJURY (may or may not be An ALLEGEDLY Fractured Foot...a MOURNFUL MALADY incurred in the most PATHETIC and LAPSIDAISICAL Fashion of TRAGICALLY UNFASHIONABLY Events......

Anyway. Forgot what I was saying. Buy me 1/25th of an x-ray or whatnot I guess

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Off the Court

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Word Count: ~2.5k

summary: private life can sometimes affects professional life..

🏷️: @yailtsv

I slammed the door harder than I meant to, my breath coming out in short, angry bursts.

Screw this. Screw her.

Paige and I had fought before, but this? This was different.

She’d canceled on me again. A date we had planned two weeks in advance, something I was actually excited for. And when I called her out on it? When I told her how much it hurt that she kept bailing?

She laughed. Like she had the actual audacity to fucking laugh in my face.

Laughed, shook her head, and said, “You’re being so dramatic right now.”

And when I didn’t respond, just stood there feeling like an idiot, she sighed, rubbing her temples like I was the problem. “Babe, I’m busy. You know that. I don’t have time to be up under you every second of the day.”

That was what broke me.

I took a slow breath, looking her dead in the eye. “Go fuck yourself, Paige.”

Then I grabbed my stuff and left.

She didn’t come after me.

The next day, I ignored every notification about the UConn game. I didn’t want to think about Paige, didn’t want to see her, didn’t want to care.

But my phone would not stop buzzing.

KK: Paige is terrible right now. Fix this.

Nika: if I have to watch her miss another shot I’m benching her myself

Ice: embarrassing for all parties involved

I sighed, gripping my phone tighter. It wasn’t my fault she was playing like garbage.

Then my screen lit up with an incoming call.

KK.

I groaned but answered. “What?”

“Where are you?!” KK’s voice was urgent.

“In bed,” I said flatly.

“Get up,” she ordered. “Come to the Pavilion. Now.”

“KK—”

“No, listen,” she cut in. “Paige is killing us. She’s missing everything, turning the ball over, playing like she doesn’t even know how to breathe properly. We need this win, and we need her to pull it together.”

I swallowed hard. “Why are you calling me?”

KK groaned. “Are you serious? Because you’re the only one who can fix this. She’s in her head, and we both know it’s about you.”

I hesitated. “I don’t think—”

“Please,” she said, exasperated. “If we lose because of this lesbian drama. Your lesbian drama. I’m never speaking to you again.”

I sighed, running a hand down my face. “Fine.”

“Good. You have fifteen minutes.”

By the time I got to the locker room, halftime was already halfway over.

The second I stepped inside, every head turned toward me.

“Oh, thank God,” Nika muttered, throwing her hands up like I was some kind of miracle worker.

Paige was sitting on the bench, head down, elbows on her knees. She looked wrecked.

I cleared my throat. “P, baby.”

Her head snapped up so fast I thought she might get whiplash.

“You’re here?” Her voice was quiet, uncertain.

“KK called.”

She swallowed hard, nodding. “Right.”

I crossed my arms. “You’re throwing the game.”

She exhaled harshly, running a hand through her hair that she let fall freely to relieve the tension in her head. “I know.”

“So fix it.”

She scoffed. “Easier said than done.”

I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “Paige, your team needs you. They need you to focus.”

Her eyes met mine, and I could see it—everything. The frustration, the regret, the way she was still thinking about last night.

“I can’t when I know you’re mad at me,” she admitted.

I clenched my jaw, but eyes softened looking at her. “Oh, my sweet baby.”

“I didn’t mean it,” she rushed out. “What I said—I was tired, and frustrated, and I was a dick.”

I didn’t say anything, just watching her.

“I don’t think you’re clingy,” she continued. “And I don’t think you’re dramatic. You just…you care. And I’ve been taking that for granted.”

My chest tightened.

“I miss you, ma” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t play right when you’re not there, or when we’re not right.”

Silence settled between us.

Then—

“Oh my God,” Nika groaned. “Are you guys gonna make up now? Because we have a game to win.”

Ice nodded. “Yeah, wrap up the gay shit and let’s go.”

Paige let out a small, breathless laugh. “You staying?”

I hesitated, but then sighed. “Yeah. I’ll be courtside.”

She exhaled in relief, standing up. The moment she walked past KK, KK smirked.

“She’s so gay for you.”

Paige flipped her off without looking back.

The second half started, and it was immediate.

Paige was back.

She sank a three within the first thirty seconds, then stole the ball on the next possession. The crowd roared, the energy shifted, and suddenly—UConn was UConn again.

With a minute left, they were up by four. Paige drove to the basket, hit a perfect layup, and sealed the game.

The buzzer sounded.

The team erupted, the Pavilion shaking with cheers.

Paige turned to me instantly, finding me on the sideline. She didn’t hesitate.

She sprinted over and grabbed me, kissing me in front of everyone.

The team lost their minds.

“Oh, come on,” Nika groaned. “Can y’all be normal?”

Aubrey gagged. “This is so disgustingly gay.”

Aaliyah sighed. “I feel like I shouldn’t be witnessing this.”

I pulled back, breathless, forehead pressed to Paige’s. “You’re gross and sweaty.”

She grinned. “You love me anyway.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue.

Nika clapped her hands. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s go. Post-game interviews first, make-up sex later.”

I choked as Paige laughed.

KK shook her head. “Next time y’all fight, schedule it for an off day.”

Only for coach Geno to hold his hand up to give KK the high five she’s been craving because of her statement.

I laughed, shaking my head.

Yeah. We were okay.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[franzkafkagf]

a lament for suns and wolves

[delusorydetective]

⚡️+ what are your thoughts on your "successor", Goro Akechi?

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

❝As we haven't met personally, I'm not entirely sure how to properly answer this. Truthfully I harbor no strong thoughts one way or another.❞

❝Simply basing my opinions on what I have observed . . . I would venture to say he tries far too much to make face. And in turn, to me at least, to not feel genuine. A mask of sorts if you will.

Personally, I feel a detective's energy is much better spent on the task at hand, rather than flashing a smile to the public and clinging to a title.

While I will admit there is very much a social and political aspect to the job, there is such a thing as taking it too far, and should not be the largest focus of one's attentions. Solving crimes is far more important than a popularity contest.

But, I digress. He has achieved enough to garner the moniker, so I suppose he must hold enough skill to deserve it. As previously stated, I haven't personally been acquainted, and therefore cannot form my true judgment on the matter.❞

[skulls-and-bunnies-blog]

"Don't let them push you around!"

❝B-Bu' they're so much bigger 'n me . . . Wha' am I s'posed ta do?❞ Were the tears real? Were they fake? Who knows, but if he was going to pity them, they were going to take it.

❝Ya gotta 'elp me . . .❞ Though to be fair . . . they probably deserved this for pulling yet another of their tricks.

[sweetestsurprises]

"If the suffix -ette means the smaller form of something... how big is a bague? Is it like a 20-foot long loaf of bread?"

❝Ooooh~! I actually know the answer to this one! Normally I throw bread related questions at Mally, but this one does involve my interests too!

A huge loaf of bread would make sense if you take the words at face value. Buuuuut, actually a bague is a lot smaller than a baguette! A bague is actually a Kalosian term for a ring! Funny, right? ❞

[stubbornstalwart]

回 = patching a wound - @rexinvicta

@rexinvicta

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Fidelio glanced up from the chessboard. He'd taken note of the commotion on the ship's deck, but defending the gauntlet runner wasn't one of his duties. Unless of course Lady Junah was in need of his aid.

When golden eyes fell on the elda, his attention shifted back to pondering the game before him. He still couldn't fathom what Lady Junah saw in this rag tag group, and much to his irritation, even despite his warnings, it seemed Basilio was taking a liking to them as well. Someone here had to keep a level head.

Fidelio pretended not to notice as the elda removed his coat to tend to a wound, likely received from whatever skirmish had just taken place. Though the tip of his tail began to flick in irritation as he watched from the corner of his eye. What was he doing? He was wrapping the dressing too tight, and he hadn't even cleaned the wound properly first!

❝Tch.❞ Lowering his feet to the floor, Fidelio strode over to the elda with his bag in hand. ❝'f you can' even tend a wound properly, maybe you're not such a threat after all. If you wrap it tha' tight, you're just gonna cut off the circulation.❞

Without waiting for permission, the paripus shoved the other's hands out of the way, tending to the wound himself, even utilizing his own supplies to do so. After all, the elda had saved him earlier against the sea beast, or at least that's how he'd justified his actions to himself.

❝Don't forge' ta change this tomorrow, and you can keep the rest of tha' salve, I've go' plenty.❞ Once the injury was properly dressed, Fidelio stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest as he averted his gaze. ❝And don' go thinkin' I did this 'cuz I like you or anything. I jus' can't stand seein' someone flounderin' like that.❞

[thegalarghost]

▄ = telling them a joke . " 'Ey, Allister! How do ghosts keep fit? Dey exorcise ev'ry day! "

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse --- || Accepting

Naturally, League meetings tended to be boring for the boy, much of what was spoken about going right over his head, but as a league member he was expected to attend regardless. And most unfortunately of all, he was often expected to remove his mask within the meeting room, it was just fortunate he was comfortable enough with the other league members to tolerate it.

While he tried his best to listen to the words being spoken, Allister found his gaze fixed upon the table before him, lost in thought over what he would do when the meeting was over. While he wanted to inquire with the other members if any of them wanted to spend some time together, he didn't want to put anyone out, so he'd most likely take the next flying taxi home.

Hearing his name called out so suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts, large violet eyes looking toward the new champion. Lately, he had been growing more comfortable in Gloria's presence, especially since she seemed to to try and help the cause by involving the ghostly boy more and more.

His head lulled to the side at the sudden question posed to him, only for her to answer her own question before he even had the opportunity to. He blinked in confusion for a moment as he registered just what she had said, and why it directed at him specifically. Well of course his ghosts exercised everyday, they had to be ready for new- OH!

IT WAS A JOKE!

❝O-Oh! I g-get it!❞ A slow smile crept onto his face as he gigged at the play on words. ❝I-I gotta . . . tell that o-one to Gengar . . . later. I uhm . . . I-I think he'd . . . like it❞