#ic: answered

[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

[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.

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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.

[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

[castieltrash1]

Can I request Jon Snow x Lady!Reader. Arranged marriage that becomes real love?

this is so sweet ty for the req :')

jon snow x afab!reader; arranged marriage, slow burn, vague mentions of sex, mutual pining-ish i think

when you’re finally brought to the godswood, gaze averted and flecks of snow glinting between strands of hair, jon finds himself relieved. he’d known his duties from a young age so when the time to wed arrived -- a wife already chosen on his behalf -- he didn’t fight it. he tried not to imagine your appearance, but it proved difficult, and many late nights at winterfell were spent concocting an image of you in his head. not nearly as beautiful or rich as robb’s future wife, surely, but you’d be worthy of a stark bastard at least… right?

it’s odd. you’re different, but somehow more beautiful. jon can’t really explain it and he doesn’t try, not wanting to offend you. the first night is painfully awkward regardless, and he’s relieved when you both agree to take it slow for now. everything happens eventually, of course, but your patience pays off. jon considers himself lucky -- he could’ve been stuck with anyone for the rest of his life, but he had you; you, with your kind words and pretty face, practically handed to him on a silver platter. he kept waiting for you to act monstrous, assuming your beauty had to be compounded by something, anything, but it’s not. your marriage isn’t perfect, but jon enjoys figuring things out with you by his side. he likes being a united front with someone. he likes the warmth you leave on the other half of the bed, sheets smelling like the oil from your baths. he enjoys keeping you happy, noticeably fulfilled when he’s seen as a good husband and dutiful partner.

the more you go through together, the deeper jon’s feelings grow. he knows it’s happening, despite his initial attempts to ignore it. you have a lifetime together ahead of you - there’s no need for him to rush things. but the affection gnaws at him, and he can’t deny himself any longer. he loves you. by the old gods and the new, he really, truly, loves you. he hadn’t expected it, thinking any romantic dedication to you would take years to build -- if it ever even came to fruition -- but now it’s here and he almost isn’t sure what to do.

it’s been on the tip of his tongue all day. he’d nearly said it in bed the night before, limbs tangled in sheets as he stared down at you, but the words were caught in his throat. now, every time he speaks to you, the declaration begs for release, desperate for you to know the depth of his feelings. three more opportunities arise before midday, but he lasts until after dinner, when he finds you overlooking the courtyard below and feels his heart skip a beat. you turn to face him and, somehow, his gentle expression tells you everything.

“i love you.”

+ after he says it for the first time, it takes him a while to work up the courage again, even if you happily return the sentiment. it felt like a reward and he doesn’t want to spoil it. the words aren’t careless to him and he wants them to mean something, not be taken for granted. soon enough, you’ll hear it five times a day, gruffly murmured in every free moment alone. and, despite its newfound frequency, it only seems to be more genuine each time.

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.

[fromtheberrybush]

The kids are drinking together tho

"KIDS-!"

@only-red-lights @lightspecksofsnow

[emmetverse]

An angry RJ is coming for ya, Nightshade!

The portal came out into one of the lower floors of Octan tower. The lights had gone out a long time ago. The portal dimly illuminated the narrow, windowless hallway with a lower than comfortable ceiling. Down both sides were identical office doors, numbered as the hall went down, leading to the open double doors at the end. They were perfectly sized to the world around them, but for any visitors, they were just short enough that they would have to duck. It was all just a little too small.

And everything, everything, was covered in a thin layer of the kragle. The doors, the hinges, the floor, the ceiling. Through the little windows in the doors were the robots frozen in place. Nothing moved. Not even dust. The only sound was the creaking of the building.

[theatreribbons]

*blows up gangles room.* heh~

@ask-jaxy-boy

wHY DO YOU DO THIS ALL THE TIME??

[circusclowne]

Pencil and Match as jecka and nicole from class of 09

this inspired a class of 09 x bfdi au with the rest of freesmart

might make more of this in the future..

[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

Moodboard pt.4

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: Granny’s Slip-Up

Chapter 27: Ghosted and Launched

Chapter 28: Family Ties and Fresh Beginnings

Chapter 29: Ghost Of The Past

Chapter 30: Past Shadows and Present

Chapter 31: Distraction and Comfort

Chapter 32: Crashing Out Respectfully

Chapter 33: Let Me Be There

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️