#detectivest

[madefate-a]

“i’m a fucking adult and you have no legal authority over me.” for his Space Father // @detectivest​ 

       ❛ If you’re citing another intergalactic’s social norms or legal codes to me, you’re going to have to be more specific. Because here, on this planet, I don’t think being sixteen is actually good for anything. ❜ It’s increasingly hard to hide the grin that threatens to pull at the corner of his lips -- call him out of practice if you like, but there’s something delightful about keeping the knowledge of his sixteen year old antics close to his chest as he watches Angus’ sullen expression -- it’s so deeply, wonderfully normal. And he’s grateful for it -- for the fact that Angus has the opportunity to grouse and groan about Shiro confiscating his book. 

       Not grateful enough to give it back, of course. 

       ❛ Don’t act like I don’t know your schedule, Kiddo. There’s absolutely no reason why you should spend the entire weekend reading. Carve out an hour, take a break. ❜ There’s no small glimmer of pride in Shiro’s voice -- as every day, week, year passes, Angus retains a brilliance and dedication that floors him. He’s a wonderful kid. Who’ll probably enjoy a rebellious little break, if he gives himself the chance to take it. 

       Shiro meets that knowledge with a swell of nostalgia, a swell of familiarity. 

      ❛ Unless you prefer an extra hour of studying to, oh I don’t know, taking the bike out for a spin ... ? ❜

// memes ! & accepting

[zagubionywilk]

                 >> ⚔️ <<             ❝          YOU DON’T SEEM THE TYPE     to be running around conducting this on your    OWN,    kid.    need some help    ??        ❞             he offers,   doing so mostly from not having    MUCH ELSE    to do    ;    the blood hunter had already conducted his business to find this kid wizard toiling about.   he’d been   CURIOUS    to know what they were up to.

@detectivest​  |  hewwo starter hrs are now

[oceantempered]

@detectivest​  asked : “Don’t worry about me. You have too much else to worry about.” Uwu angus

          ‘ angus, i’m ALWAYS going to worry about you. ’ katara said, pausing her work on gathering the food they’d bought at the market away into the group’s bags. the water-bender bent down to angus’ eye-level, a small SMILE gracing her features. ‘ i’m going to worry about you just like i worry about sokka and aang and toph. don’t think that you get out of that so easily. ’ katara’s hand goes to ruffle angus’ hair before tossing him some fruits. ‘ now are you going to HELP me or not? if you don’t, momo’s going to eat everything before i have a chance to put them away. ’ 

[bardbattleda]

❛ brush ❜ !! ↳  brushie brushie,    ft. @detectivest​

    there’s an unexpected touch, fingers through her hair -- elsie’s initially unsure why but she thinks she may have an idea after that split second’s passed. usually people just ask the question, and settle for the answer no, it’s not naturally like that. pure, snowdrop white is an odd color for hair, she’s been told. the truth of the matter is her hair had been different once, a beautiful golden, but she can barely remember herself like that anymore; can’t conjure the image in her memory. wild magic had taken its toll on her after she’d been caught in a magical explosion. she’s a little self conscious about the effects now.        “ ... i’ve not got something tangled in it, have i? ” 

[betterdcyz-a]

@detectivest replied to your post: remus eating chocolate cake around 3 in the...

real question but if chocolate kills dogs… does it give remus a stomach ache?

It does during the day on the full moon. But after that, it’s all good. He can consume all the chocolate he wants and probably still get a stomach ache from eating too much lmao. XD yet Remus is smart and would know when to stop lol but ngl Remus does love his chocolate ~ 

[storiestcld]

                                 @detectivest​ from here

❝ well done, angus! ❞ estelle praises, a bright smile on her face. ❝ that was wonderful for your first try. you will master it in no time. ❞

angus reminded estelle too much of her little sister and it made her a little homesick. she needed to try to message her at some point in time, but she was still far from completing her goal. she needed help, which she hadn’t originally planned on, and if that help was in the form of a kid with a passion for the arcane, well... she wasn’t going to exactly say no.

she supposed angus was more like herself, than anything. she was just like him when she was a kid.

❝ do you want to try again? ❞

[kibanafuji]

‘ can I hug you? ’ angus nervously asking for comfort and closeness? angus unsure how to express to raihan that he wants to be close to him, so he just outright asks?

“of course.”

and his arms are outstretched and waiting nigh instantly, a warm smile gracing his lips.

“somethin’ troublin’ you?”

[warforqed]

        -- - SEATED INSIDE a tavern- a little boy with a notebook and pen was probably the last thing on his list of. . . ` things i’d see in a tavern.` yet he was approached, and promptly questioned about gods know what.  blue eyes traced the figure before him- yet the words coming from his mouth fell on deaf ears.  he was just so. .  appalled that he was approached suddenly.       ❛ i.. i apologize, can you repeat the question, stranger? ❜

@detectivest ♡’ed.

[qoodouthere]

@detectivest asked: “take me home.”

It jolted him more than he thought it would, hearing those three words coming from the boy at his side.  With how long it’d been in the works, Taako figured that it would have worn off by now... Y’know, with the moving of his stuff, the re-doing of the room...

Turns out, no such luck on that one.

There was that fondness, bubbling right over.

Damn it.

“C’mon Ango, the sentimental look isn’t a good one.”  He said with his arms crossed over his chest, though he turned on his heel to the direction that would bring them both home.  

“Only rule of Casa de Taako: don’t bring home any shitty food.  You’re living with Death, I can have him take you whenever I want.”  Despite the threat, a smile upturned his lips.

[abouttiimeadjacent]

      ❝ Yeah, ah-- I mean, I failed geography.  I can't even read maps-- can't read at all.  So I can't, um, show you where Hill Valley is. ❞

@detectivest

[madefate-a]

The small boy sits on top of Hurley’s workbench (the one he’s not supposed to know she has) while she works on the newest adjustments to her battlewagon (the OTHER things he isn’t supposed to know she has). He’s technically goldcliffe militia and this is all technically against the law but... well, the lieutenant seems to have the best idea for catching the raven and what little boy is going to say no to a plan that involves RACING? “How’s it going to run, do you think? Are we going to win?”

       ❛ It’s going to run fast. Maybe even fast enough. ❜ Hurley never claimed to be as savvy in the art of battle wagon construction as Sloane, but she’d like to say she’s a fair bit better than not half bad. These are, after all, designs that they had made -- they had made together, once. In one of those afternoons that passed in a haze of autumnal gold and swiftly encroaching night, bent over sheets and sheets of paper, covered in oil and surrounded by parts. 

       Hurley doesn’t think about that now. She thinks about just this wagon, and only enough to make sure it’ll work. 

       If she gets tangled up in looking back -- there’s this pulsing, aggravated worry in the pit of her stomach, absolutely sure that all of this will fall apart. That she will be unable to move forward, paralyzed by every what if. What if some other team overtakes them; what if the whole mechanism falls apart because she doesn’t have help with it, and she really can’t do it on her own. Hurley drums her fingers against the adamant spanner on her desk, eyes glued to the plans. If she keeps to the schedule, the whole thing’ll be put together with at least two days to spare. She might even be able to take if for a test spin. 

       She’s going to do this. No matter what, no matter what happens. 

       Are we going to win? 

       It’s the first time Hurley’s looked up in -- gods, close to a half an hour by now. Seeing Angus, little and determined while he’s perched on her desk, Hurley melts a little. She casts a smile at him, then ruffles his hair, and doesn’t think about the fact that all she needs to do is look at the fact that she’s let a kid ( fantastic detective, but still a kid ) in on what is definitely illegal and probably dangerous enough to get her killed to realize how stupid this whole plan is. Even though she’s going through with it anyway. 

       ❛ Yes, ❜ she says decisively. ❛ You still up to being my eyes in the crowd? I need to make sure that nothing strange is going when I’m racing and I can’t see it myself. ❜ 

// @detectivest

[zagubionywilk]

@detectivest​  --  “That’s the first time I’ve ever cried on an investigation.” (He’s lying, he’s 10 and a certifiable cry-baby)

                                            RANDOM GHOST ADVENTURES

               >> ⚔️ <<         HE DOUBTS THAT    ----     but he wasn’t here to fact check the kids crying shenanigans.    the investigation itself was rather    DEEP    of how it was concluded   ;    the beast    THEMSELF    only having been vile for self defense.   he’d been fine to let it go but the control placed upon its mind left it    A MERCY    to be downed.        ❝          hm    .  .    it was unfair but that’s    HOW   the end sometimes comes about.   are you okay    ??       ❞

[tenthlord-blog]

@detectivest  // ❤

“You always ask the right questions, don’t you?”

[unweapon-archive]

@detectivest  *  /

❝ --- And um, I think that’s it! ❞     He is made of magiks and nothing else. Skeletal body and bulbous head rattles like a children’s toy, clattering with every invisible breath. He recounts the tale too bizarre and sad to be untrue. He tells of an orphanage and then of the experiments. Of his sister and her horrible transformation. He speaks of the time when his very sight would petrify anything in his line of view and of how many people perished by a single glance. But he also tells of friends long gone with a fondness that assumes they are still living. Emil speaks sprightly in tone, even as the years have past he is still the same, static in time, optimistic and kind. The boy floats a few feet above the ground, and while expression cannot change from a wild carved in grin, he seems pleasantly excited. ❝  So? How about it! Do you think you can help me?  ❞

[heroquills-a]

   ❝ANGUS?!❞

[brothersaved]

   “ ...AND THIS- ” seto crosses his arms as he turns the corner, looking into the large, open window of kaiba corp’s test lab. “ is where i iron out the prototypes of the machines we build. as well as other projects, of course. top secret, usually. but we make exceptions. ” he isn’t normally one for giving TOURS of his facility, but the kid seems trustowrthy enough, and seto glances over at him as he raises an eyebrow. “ any questions? ”

sc. // @detectivest