#first open rp of the blog!!

[that-little-fucking-shit]

Open Starter <333

TW: Technical Suicidal Ideation, Choking, Implied Deaths of Innocents + Child Abuse In Later Reblogs :). Please be mentally careful with this RP :).

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"You know, I thought you were over all this destruction. You're not a teenager anymore, Poseidon, you should be able to control and handle yourself. You're starting to act like our father."

The mere thought of that conversation makes Poseidon want to choke, it makes the breath refuse entry outside of his lungs, threatening to suffocate himself with carbon dioxide like he deserves. He's avoiding his wife, he knows, and can feel the stares of the others within his kingdom. His son, Triton, is even blatant with it but he gets a shiver down his spine thinking about bothering his father, so he doesn't. The waves on the surface are acting strange--there are too many riptides to count, drawing people in and forcing them down to placate the destruction that Poseidon wants to focus inward. He wants to puke.

[Poseidon's current prediction is threatening everything you hold dear--yourself, your friends, your family, even your homes (no matter how far from the shore they are). You are trying to ask for his council to either force him to let your home go or to plead with him to. How will you proceed?]

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@unhinged-waterlilly @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @totally-percy-jackson [bc why not :)] @madson-of-hermes-notluke @littlest-sunbeam-of-hermes

@daonedaonlyskh @odysseus-reigning-king-of-ithaca @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost @heraaaaaaaa @cerberus-no-biting

[Please tell me if you'd like to be added or removed from the tag-list <333]

[mcgucket-computer-majigs]

I know you went to a pretty low-quality college, but what was it like?

[thescienceofdeductionblogs]

The Science of Deduction

Greetings idiots on this website!

Allow me to introduce myself. Although you probably already know who I am, I don't need an introduction. If you do not know me I consider you illiterate. But my dear Watson, @johnhwatsonblogs, is forcing me to write this, so for everyone uneducated on this website:

I am Sherlock Holmes, the one and only consulting detective in the world. Famous for my keen deduction skills, superior intellect, and good looks. I might not be the friendliest, but I get the job done. Who cares about manners if you need to solve a murder? Solving the most baffling cases with my highly honed skills, catching the most devious criminals of all and bringing them to justice. I have dismantled whole criminal networks, recovered state secrets, saved countless lives and brought down the most devious criminal mastermind of all, to name a few of my achievements, if you haven’t been paying attention. I am not only London’s best independent criminal investigator, but according to my international reputation, the world’s best and only consulting detective. I have solved cases all over the world, no crime is too difficult or too far away for me.

I have also contributed to the world of science, publishing papers about my criminal investigation methods, including how to identify 243 types of tobacco ash. Or as I like to call it, the science of deduction. So if you are looking for a place to learn about deduction and science, you are visiting the correct blog. I might share my scientific knowledge with you, allowing you insight into my methods of deduction. So do try to keep up. When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth

If you think you have a mystery that is challenging and thrilling enough to occupy me, do not hesitate to send it my way. Do you require help with a baffling case or a crime no one can solve? A mystery that seems impossible? I am your detective, then. However, be warned that I only take cases that are interesting, any boring requests will be ignored. So go on, try to intellectually engage me, if you can. Send me a mystery, a cypher, a scientific request, an intellectual challenge. Anything to occupy my mind before I set fire to the kitchen. Again. Or worse. 

I hope you are satisfied now, John. 

-Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective

[daily-beast-wirt-brainrot]

Questions to BW!

How are you usually spending your day?

Does your branches often get stuck in your cape?

Also, I'd like to add I do not wear a cape; its a cloak..

[Day 3]

[rockgodklav]

﹒✦ NEW CHARACTER UNLOCKED ✦﹒

You may now send asks to ??????? ????? AU Klavier! Each ask sent and answered will reveal one letter in his AU name till it'a completely unveiled. Good luck. :)

[ask-grian]

Hey G! Do you have your costume ready? I just got mine last minute but it fits pretty good.

-🎯Mumbo ( @ask-mumbojumbo )

Oh-! Oh, Mumbo! Hi- yesyesyes I have- uh- I planned to show you later but you've caught me, hah.

[He gives a little twirl, dressed as Zelda.]

Do you...ah.. like it..?

[just-a-mer]

[Having been thrown into the living world once again, the spirit of the true Captain's best friend had decided to take to caring for one of the abandoned ships near the sirens' isle; a token of the danger of the sirens' singsong temptations. He'd been idly exploring the vessel when he recognized the sound of a siren in the waters below, looking over the edge and smiling at the familiar face.]

"Oh, didn't expect to see you here, Captain! Tell me, what are you doing in the water?"

[He smiles as he leans against the railing of the ship, tilting his head to the side slightly. He knew full and well this wasn't his Captain. That much was clear. But he also knew he couldn't drown as a spirit, and he wanted nothing more than to hear his best friend's voice again...]

- You know who! =]

<< @op3n-arms >>

Odysseus froze at the familiar voice calling out to him with a title he had long lost. "Polites.." The name slips from his lips before he has time to catch the fleeing hope in his tone.

The siren turns, gazing up at Polites from the sea below the abandoned vessel. It is painfully clear the man is merely an echo of an amazing life lived. Yet his greeting tells Odysseus that this is not the same Polites he has been missing. Still, he can't help but smile.

"I am just as surprised to find you here, old friend. You know I've always had a fondness for the water." He answers, crossing his arms on a nearby rock.

[t-errifier]

got a commission of ART from the ART ARTIST @/Whimsicalish , i'm so in love with it - i just have to share it !!

[daughter-ofthe-sunlight]

« OPEN RP STARTER »

You were walking around the cabin area, when you see out of the corner of your eye, a girl sitting around the fire Hestia usually attends to—but the goddess seems to be busy somewhere else right now.

The girl sitting there is Reese. She’s just sitting next to the fire, staring into it with a blank look in her hazel eyes as she barely blinks. She just looks directly into the flame while seemingly not noticing anything else around her. Unusual…do you approach?

@emdabitchass

@leo-the-sun

@anyone <3

[thepollyjustice]

I meannnnn the first thing Klavier did when he sow you was flirt with you.

“H- He was just being, uh, Klavier!!! Famous and loud prick..!”

[follied-dreams]

"State your worth or silence yourself. I do not have time to toy with strings tonight."

-------------------Rules / Information---------------------

No NSFW or suggestive asks. While I am comfortable with such things, id rather keep it away from this blog entirely. Jokes are somewhat okay, none directed at me.

Try not to spam the ask box.

I am not Folly or the Dreamer, this is just an AU I thought would be fun to mess around with. I'll have a section with some details regarding the AU further down.

There are plenty of head canons for this, especially since its an AU

My pronouns are he/they/it, Folly and Dreamer are both She/Her.

Anything said out of character will be in italicized brackets [like this!] Folly will typically be in Red. Dreamer in Yellow. Some asks will be answered with images, some will not.

I am a bit rusty and shaky in playing Folly so pardon any bumps as I learn.

I am OPEN for cross-universe interactions, interactions in general, and overall silly things.

-------------------Story Information--------------------- The Dreamer is a reincarnation from a fragment of Folly's shattered mask post-cleave. However, her earliest memory is the great ones betrayal, and none of what followed. Similar to Folly, she doesn't trust easily anymore, but is a lot more scared and confused than anything.

The relationship between the two is strained, but protective. Folly often ends up speaking for Dreamer to elevator goers, but Dreamer is slowly regaining trust in the world, much to Folly's bitter displeasure.

Folly in this AU is a lot snippier than typical, and more outright mean in some cases, but also unintentionally showing another side to her in the instinctive protectiveness over the fragile innocence of her old self.

-------------------Tag Guide--------------------- #Ramblings of a Ghost - Out of character centered posts #GatheredFragments - Reblogged Posts #AnsweredFragments - Answered Asks/Responded to Posts #FadedMemories - Answered Asks/Responded to Posts that contain Art. (Also includes general story posts) #InkSpatter - General Art Tag that doesnt pertain to asks or the story. Silly Doodle and misc tag. #Arc # [name] - Arc tags! Follows specific story sections of the ask blog.

Main blog is @inkyflowercrowns, Art blog is @inkyspacecase ----------------------------------------------------- "You'll stay awhile... wont you?"

[Known/Revealed Information and Relationships below cut.]

[Blank/Empty Spaces - the character is unaware/has not met that character yet.]

Dreamer 'lives' in a hollow known as 'Dreamers Hollow'. The Elevator cannot visit this location (yet). Visitors have to take a path through Eternal Limbo provided by Folly to visit her.

Dreamer is not allowed to leave the hollow/area/eternal limbo without permission and is discouraged from wandering.

Dreamers close and only friends are Lampert, Poob and Infected (Kasper). She met them while [redacted]

Folly is easily flustered if you catch her off guard.

Universe wise: Folly is aware there are multiple timelines, and many ocs/other versions of canon characters are not from this AU's timeline. Dreamer however, is not.

[witch-with-a-thousand-faces]

'Oh dear' Terrance thought to himself.

By some odd twist of fate, he and Eugene had wound up on Night Raven's campus to deliver something for Minerva, but they had gotten separated, as Eugene managed to find his way around and back to RSA... Somehow? Whereas Terrance was stuck in the middle of a campus that, quite honestly, detested his existence as. A member of the rival school.

He considered sending a message to Eugene to see if the boy would come back for him, but knowing how Eugene tended to look out more for himself rather than anyone else, Terrance had his doubts.

And so, he sat in a tree in his faerie form, occasionally looking down anxiously at the swathes of passing students, praying he was small and insignificant enough to remain unnoticed by the student body.

[whosmuts]

open rp || gale (18+ only!)

A wizard had needs, right? They'd spent the day in danger. His life had come to the line multiple times. A few last minute potions, an arm around his waist to sweep him away... admittedly, he'd spent most of the day in a state of half arousal, past the fear and discomfort. Now they were settled, the fires banked low, bellies full of a rather delicious stew... He'd slipped away to his tent, pulled the fabric across, lowered his lanterns until the only light in the space was coming from the skies illuminating the sides of his tent. Slipping off his camp clothes, Gale bit his lip as he palmed his cock. It was already half hard, but it didn't take long for it to stand to attention. His bespoke weapon of choice, as such; thick, the currently deflated knot at the base, the faint ridges along it's length. It was funny - he'd spent so much time with it transmogrified for Mystra, he'd forgotten just how much he loved it. So now he began to stroke down the sensitive sides, barely muffling his groan as it rapidly got back to it's full size, already twitching eagerly against his ministrations.

[luck-and-loss]

EURYLOCHUS

*smooches*

Eurylochus puts a hand on their forehead to hold them back. "I'm married."

[thrpr0phetuseek]

𝒯 𝐻 𝐸 𝒟 𝐼 𝒱 𝐼 𝒩 𝐸

ᴼᶠ ᴬˡˡ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᴬⁿᵈ ᵀʰⁱⁿᵏ, ᵂᵉ ᵂᵒᵐᵉⁿ ᴬʳᵉ ᵀʰᵉ ᵂᵒʳˢᵗ ᵀʳᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵀʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᴬˡⁱᵛᵉ

~ ₑᵤᵣᵢₚᵢdₑₛ, ₘₑdₑₐ

ততততত

❝ 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 ❜❜

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♛ ᴛɪʀ'ꜱ ɴʏᴍᴘʜʟʏ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ: ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ-ᴍᴇ-ɴᴏᴛ, ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʜʏᴀᴄɪɴᴛʜ, ꜰʀᴇᴇꜱɪᴀ

♛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴʏᴍᴘʜʟʏ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ɪꜱ: ᴡɪʟʟᴏᴡ

♛ ᴀꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜰᴇ/ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

♛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

♛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ 'ꜱᴇᴇ' ʜᴏᴡ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙʟɪɴᴅ

♛ ɴʏᴍᴘʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜰᴏʀᴍɪᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪʀ'ꜱ ɪꜱ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ

♛ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʟɪʙʀᴀ, ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

♛ ɪᴛ ꜱʏᴍʙᴏʟɪᴢᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ

♛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ʙɪʀᴅ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ, ᴛᴜɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ

♛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴜɴʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ

♛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ʙᴇɴᴇꜰɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

♛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢʏ

♛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʀɪᴇꜰʟʏ ᴀQᴜᴀᴛɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴘᴏʟʟᴏ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ

♛ ᴛɪʀᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ

♛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛʟʏ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ, ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ

♛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ, ɪɴ ᴛᴜʀɴ, ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɢɪꜰᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ

♛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴅʏꜱꜱᴇᴜꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ

♛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡʀᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ (ᴏɴ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ) ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

♛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜɴꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ-ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

♛ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʙʏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

♛ ɪɴ ᴛᴜʀɴ, ᴛɪʀ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴀꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛᴇꜱꜱ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

♛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ

♛ ᴛɪʀ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴏʀ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

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༓ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵉˡˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ, ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʰ ᴴᵉˡˡᵒˢ

༓ ᴱᵖⁱᶜ ᴵ, ᴴᵃᵈᵉˢᵗᵒʷⁿ

༓ ᵀʰᵉ ᴬʳᶜʰᵉʳ, ᵀᵃʸˡᵒʳ ˢʷⁱᶠᵗ

༓ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵃʷⁿ & ᵀʰᵉ ᴴᵘⁿᵗʳᵉˢˢ, ᴸᵒ & ᵀʰᵉ ᴴⁱᵍʰ ᴿᵒᵃᵈ

༓ ᴬᶜʰⁱˡˡᵉˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᴰᵒʷⁿ, ᴳᵃⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰˢ

༓ ᵀʰᵉ ᴮⁱʳᵈ ˢᵒⁿᵍ, ᴺᵒᵃʰ ᶠˡᵒᵉʳˢᶜʰ

༓ ᴷⁱˢˢ ᵂⁱᵗʰ ᴬ ᶠⁱˢᵗ, ᶠˡᵒʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁺ ᵀʰᵉ ᴹᵃᶜʰⁱⁿᵉ

༓ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ, ᴱᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ, ᴺᵒᵃʰ ᴷᵃʰᵃⁿ

༓ ᴸⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴸⁱᵒⁿ ᴹᵃⁿ, ᴹᵘᵐᶠᵒʳᵈ & ˢᵒⁿˢ

༓ ᴳᵒᵒᵈ ᴳʳⁱᵉᶠ, ᴮᵃˢᵗⁱˡˡᵉ

༓ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᴬⁿᵈ ᴸⁱᵒⁿʰᵉᵃʳᵗ, ᴼᶠ ᴹᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳˢ ᴬⁿᵈ ᴹᵉⁿ

༓ ᵀʰᵉ ᵂᵃᵗᵉʳ ᴵˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ, ᶜʰˡᵒᵉ ᴬᵐᵉⁿᵗ

༓ ᴼⁿˡʸ ᴵᶠ ᶠᵒʳ ᴬ ᴺⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᶠˡᵒʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁺ ᵀʰᵉ ᴹᵃᶜʰⁱⁿᵉ

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[rockgodklav]

Klavier is it true that you and Apollo were caught during recess banging on the prosecution bench?

“Ja, I was showing him how to properly hit the desk when objecting. (Though.. He continued to bang it with his fists after the recess.)”