#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.❞

[sweetestsurprises]

Kiss meme 💗

send one of the following hearts to give my muse a kiss!

@diotheworldus

Did Oliver even know as much as the name of the man who's hips he was currently straddling in the crowded bar, lips locked zealously together as thought hey were long lost lovers? Absolutely not, but formalities were the last thing on the rose haired man's mind right now.

After all, that's not the rousingly spicy story Mally would be waiting to hear from the generally bubbly man tomorrow. Or at least that's what he was telling himself in the moment.

He hadn't even been many drinks in when he noticed the man's ravenous gaze upon him, and considering Oliver was seeking a distraction after the day he'd had of remembering, this seemed like the perfect way to let loose and forget. Especially considering it didn't seem as though it would take much effort on his end.

Oliver effortlessly downed the drink placed before him, one the blond man had so kindly purchased, he assumed, to grab his attention, all the while maintaining eye contact with him.

Hoping down from the stool he'd been perched upon, he allowed his jacket to fall lazily off of his shoulders as he sauntered over to the man's table, returning his lolli to his lips.

Hardly a word was exchanged, the gazes they were sharing enough to communicate the pair's intentions, as Oliver allowed himself to be hoisted up onto the man's lap. Lips colliding eagerly mere moments later as he slid his arms around the stranger's neck, not even bothering to remove the lollipop he'd been eating from his mouth.

The pink hard candy added a sickeningly sweet bubblegum flavor whenever brushed up against by a probing tongue, which wouldn't have been a hinderance, if it hadn't been for the stick pressing against the edges of his mouth. Fortunately though, he easily ignored it, and he knew his medication had little effect on a normal person besides the sensation of an espresso shot. Whether his goal was to capture the the candy, or move it aside to better greet the man's tongue was anyone's guess, but what was for sure was that Oliver was savoring the stranger's taste mixed with the bubblegum flavor, and feeling of his much larger frame, pressing up against Oliver's own.

It was some time before Oliver finally broke away from the kiss, if for no other reason than to catch his breath. His gaze locked with the man's once more as a self-satisfied grin played on his lips.

❝Thanks for the drink Stranger~.❞

[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

[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

[franzkafkagf]

a lament for suns and wolves

[radiance1]

The Ghost Prince does not, under any circumstances, answer a summoning after it was made aware he existed. None know why he doesn't, some are bitter and hateful of it while others are thankful that it's one less bloodthirsty manic to deal with.

The Ghost King meanwhile hasn't been seen in multiple eons, so the magical community who wanted to use his power just, stopped, trying to summon him for a long time.

Most magic users knew that the Ghost Prince never answered a summons, and that the Ghost King just dropped off the radar.

So could you really blame Constantine for not taking it that seriously when some wannabe hotshot cultists try to summon both of them in the middle of a city to wreak havoc?

He'll give them some credit though. Points for doing it in broad daylight and actually being somewhat of a threat with not relying on just summoning the Ghost royalty and figuring out what to do from there.

The area they were in was somewhat destroyed, then the cultists manage to complete the summoning circle to summon both of them and Constantine, well he just light up a smoke.

It isn't going to work anyways so what does it matter?

...

Is that a fucking Ice cream truck he hears? Who the fuck is driving an Ice cream truck while their city is being under attacked with cultists trying to summon eldritch ghost royalty?

He'll give them some points for dedication, though.

Then he looked at the cultists and nearly had a goddamn heart attack to see that the summoning circle is actually fucking lighting up and working.

The Bat is so gonna give him a headache over this.

----

Danny Phantom, crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Does not answer summons.

For one, it is annoying as shit, whenever someone interrupts his day just to ask for infinite power (that he can't give), world domination (that he won't do) or infinite riches (which he also can't do).

It just got annoying being summoned all the time so. One day he just, well, no. And hey, it worked out well enough for him to not continue doing it.

Then he also learned that Pariah Dark is basically the same, after he got out the coffin and stopped trying to take over the world for whatever reason. He was actually a pretty swell guy!

He was just with him too, with him being not so swell at the time for making him go through lessons about Ghost etiquette, rules, stuff that's expected of him as the crown prince.

And don't even get him started on the engagement and marriage proposals.

Overall, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave. Then he felt the familiar suggestive pull of a summoning and, instead of rejection as he usually does in a second. He thought for a bit if he wanted to go with that or crown prince duties.

It was tempting, but dealing with cultists seemed worse than this so he was about to reject.

At least, before he heard an Ice cream truck playing in the background. He doesn't even know how the hell that popped up through the pull but by the gods has it been a while since he's had Ice cream.

So he answers and is gone with a pop.

Pariah Dark just stares for a good second or two, before breathing out and deciding to also answer. Fright Knight is just there, off to side, questioning what he should do now.

Danny wastes no time with the cultists on the other side and in fact, he pushes them out of the way and goes diving for that Ice cream truck he hears. Only to realize he doesn't, have any money on him.

Fuck.

Pariah Dark is less inclined to follow the rules imposed by humans like money, but he does know it can be important. Once in a while. Not that often, but it has its times.

So when he sees his adopted son being sad over being unable to pay for some kind of human delicacy, he digs around in his hair (yes, his hair.) and pulls out some money and puts it on the counter as payment.

The man inside the tiny vehicle had shrieked before getting what they wanted. Which is good. Fear is a good motivator, Pariah thinks.

Unknown to him, it wasn't out of fear (Well, mostly) but because the Ghost King placed down a coin made of pure, solid gold on his counter.

The two then go about their business in the human realm, completely forgetting about the fact that they were summoned here for something.

Constantine is both relieved and about to have an aneurysm at seeing Infinite Realm royalty only answering a summon because of Ice cream.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

It was dark winters night . Drake sat up in his mansion thinking of misako . He sighed looking at their high-school pictures. He wished he never cheated. He wipes tears away looking at her old house

Even past that old house, it seems like the home was still up. Even after the harsh argument; it still remains there. Standing tall after the years where Misako was living there before she moved. Her parents were still there but they would still be talkative with the neighbors.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Through the Lens series Masterlist

Most to all dividers used in this series was made by @bernardsbendystraws

Thank you again!! Rose

Rating: General Audiences (for most chapters but ratings will be updated each chapter also along with warnings being updated as well)

Warning: none^

Paring: !Super Senior Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader (reader is intended to black, but anyone can read it)

Fandom: Women's basketball

Tagline: Capturing every moment, even the ones that break us.

Brief Description/Intro:

When Y/N’s professor encourages her to use UConn Women’s Basketball as her muse for her final project, she never expects to find herself drawn to one player in particular—Paige Bueckers. As a junior with a passion for game photography, Y/N captures Paige’s every move, but their connection takes an unexpected turn during a game when Paige’s block shatters Y/N’s favorite camera, dueing her first night with the team. What begins as a series of chance encounters quickly grows into something deeper, despite the looming uncertainty of Paige’s final season as a super senior before heading to the WNBA. Can they navigate the lines between passion, distance, and dreams—or will their connection remain a fleeting glimpse into what could have been?

Moodboard pt.1

Questions?

Official Playlist

Moodboard pt.2

Moodboard pt.3

Prologue: A Shattered Beginning

Chapter 1: Through the Lens of Dreams

Chapter 2: Caught on Camera

Chapter 3: Focus on Us

Chapter 4: Holding My Breath

Chapter 5: In the Spotlight

Chapter 6: Sidelines and distractions

Chapter 7: Homecoming

Chapter 8: Unspoken but Understood

Chapter 9: Just Us

Chapter 10: Under Pressure

Chapter 11: Silence and Reconciliation

Chapter 12: The Storm We Needed

Chapter 13: Trust The Process

Chapter 14: The Raw Moments

Chapter 15: The Final Cut

Chapter 16: Marking Her Territory

Chapter 17: Court-Side Love and Matching Jerseys

Chapter 18: Family Photo Shoot

Chapter 19: Stormy Nights

Chapter 20: Breaking Points

Chapter 21: Timeout

Chapter 22: Crossing Lines

Chapter 23: In Focus

Chapter 24: On Different Courts

Chapter 25: Birthday Surprise

Chapter 26:

Chapter 27:

Chapter 28:

Chapter 29:

Chapter 30:

( definitely will be more....)

■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■

-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[quiddling]

Maegor in a pin-up pose with his b̶i̶g̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶y̶ titties out. Asking for a friend

sometimes i look into my ask box and it really leaves me actually speechless

[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.❞

[sweetestsurprises]

"Don't" to grab my muse's wrist to prevent them from doing something dangerous

Send "Don't" to grab my muse's wrist to prevent them from doing something dangerous

@diotheworldus

If there's one thing Oliver Orit wasn't know for, it was restraint and good decisions. And due to his small stature, he had more than grown accustom to being underestimated. But the petite man was never shy to spare his thoughts if something, or someone, were to upset him, despite the consequences.

Feeling the firm grip on his wrist and the curt warning, Oliver turned his head to see just who was attempting to ruin his fun this time. Blue eyes took in the tall blond stranger with a quirked brow before his expression shifted to a more playful grin.

❝Awww, worried about little 'ol me, big guy?❞ His head lulled ot the side, lollipop hanging lazily from his lips. ❝I may be small, but I'm not fragile. I do appreciate the concern though~.❞ After all, he did always have a way of slipping out of of situations should they become too hairy.

[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❞

[castieltrash1]

hiii since you're taking got requests and i saw sandor is one of your faves: there's this post that's like "submissive like a guard dog is submissive" (i hope this makes sense even if you don't know what i'm talking about) and it always makes me think of him bc he's. you know. the hound. so what i'm saying is anything sandor-related with a dom reader would be very appreciated since i've never really seen anyone write him like this before :] if that's not your thing, that's totally fine though !

oh dw anon u came to the right place <3

sandor clegane x gn!reader; smut, dom/sub dynamics, dog motif, the hound is ur beaten and battered guard dog <3 mentions of violence, strong language, etc.

it doesn’t matter how you meet. maybe he serves your family. maybe he’s kidnapped you. maybe you’re just some lowborn whore whose face he pushes into the mattress to avoid looking at when he’s fucking out his anger. at some point, regardless of the roots of your relationship, the hound begins to heel. it’s not always obvious -- especially if you’re not some little lady/lord he’d be beheaded for lifting a finger to -- but it’s there. he’s already spent most of his life like this, and being with you is no different. you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

once he (somewhat) lets you in, the dynamic shifts. you’re not just his liege, his captive, the prettiest face at littlefinger’s silk street brothel -- you’re his. and that makes him yours, he thinks. it means taking care of you, giving you as much comfort and safety that he can offer in this hellish life. it’s the least you deserve for picking him, since now he’ll never let you leave. you’ve resigned yourself to a cruel, cold, and crass beast; who cares if he has to behead a man or two to keep you fed or hold an entire inn hostage just so you can sleep on a featherbed for the night? he’ll never say please or thank you, but he’ll always stand in front of you. he’ll always lean against the door in case someone tries to break in.

he’s not gentle. he’ll growl when you tug his hair, a makeshift collar threaded between your fingers, urging him between your legs or bringing him back up to your mouth. he’ll bark about breaking you in, splitting you in half, vulgar words foaming at his mouth the longer it goes on. and when you lock eyes with him, he’ll always crumble under the weight of your gaze, lowering his head in some twisted form of obedience. he’ll eat out of your palm and you’ll know there are mutts in volantis better fed than him.

“sandor?”

you could hear the resulting sigh from a mile away, the sound of his armor clanking as he heeds your call. when your eyes lock on his figure, he rolls his shoulders back, masking the way he bows his head as if it were nothing more than loosening a crick in his neck. it’s hard to tell when he’s blushing, but you swear there’s a hint of flush blooming down his neck. you think if you asked him to kneel right now, he might even do it.

“i’m hungry,” you say instead, making your way toward him with a small, knowing smile. “let’s go eat.”

+ you’d be better off never mentioning it, but the similarities between sandor and your average dog aren’t too far off. he sleeps like one, always either curled into a ball or sprawled halfway out of bed; huffing and kicking with night terrors. he slurps out of bowls and licks his plates clean. he’s good at sniffing out enemies, even better at finding their scent on you, teeth bared as he asks where you’ve been and who with. he loves being pet and, if you catch him in a good mood, he'll sometimes nuzzle against your hand. and when he’s got you on all fours, clawing at the sheets or floor while you scream his name, it’s not hard to see he's always been more animal than man.

game of thrones weekend (reqs open!)

[penofwildfire]

Do you think Zane's ever glad to not be in his original body. Do you think he ever embraces the distinction between himself and the old Zane. Do you think he ever thanks the master that his bloody actions have not stained the white gi of the boy who gave his life for the world.