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boykingboytoy · 5 years ago

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Hi, my lovely!! 💕💕 5,6,21, and 25? 💋

Hello gorgeous!! 💕💕 Thank you for the ask! 💋

5. Favorite episode

Amber, I’m surprised at you! We have 307 episodes of Winchester goodness and you expect me to pick one? Hmm, nope too hard. You get a list again. :p

Lebanon is special to me because we finally get to see the whole family together, but it’s not my first choice. It is probably one of my favs in terms of making me emotional though. I’m a bitch and I a l w a y s cry.

Mystery Spot / Channel Chasers are my definite favorite in terms of comedy. They’re fun and silly and sometimes I just need to have a good time in a show with so much fucking angst in it.

Fan Fiction / Sympathy for the Devil are amazing in terms of meta material alone. It’s nice to see fans of a show represented in the show itself. We all put so much passion into what we do so these two give me the warm and fuzzies.

I won’t subject you to more, but these are all up there for me.

6. Favorite quote

In Sharp Teeth (S9 E12) Dean says, “You know, who cares where happiness comes from? Look, we’re all a little weird, we’re all a little wacky – some more than others – but… if it works, it works.”

This quote always hits me hard because being in fandom is so hard to explain to people who don’t get it. Most of my irl friends think it’s so weird that I’m still involved in fandom when they all “grew out of their fandom phases”. Older people in my life are critical about the amount of time I “waste” on fandom and other “nonproductive” hobbies. But hey the weird shit that I like makes me happy and “if it works, it works”. As long as something makes me happy, everyone else’s negative opinions can fuck right off.

21. Top 5 ships

Wincest [Dean/Sam]

Brady/Sam/Jess [Stanford Sinners OT3]

Destiel [Dean/Castiel] (Was in the #1 spot for a long ass time)

Daddycest [John/Sam/Dean]

Sabriel [Sam/Gabriel]

25. Top 5 minor characters In No Particular Order

Missouri Moseley - I love this woman to death ok. She is such a badass and she’s psychic and she takes no shit. She was only in 4 episodes, but I wish she had become closer to a Bobby type character seeing how close she seemed to be to John. Not to mention helping Sam out with his powers would have been an amazing character arc.

Andrew Gallagher / Ava Wilson - Both of these Special Children were in a few episodes during S2 and both of them got killed off so fucking quickly. Couldn’t like o n e of them live and help Sam figure out shit. Being a Special Child is such a mind fuck and letting Sam have friends that he can learn with would be so good for him.

Jesse Turner - This little boy from S5 was the original Jack. I love Jack, but what happened to this kid?? He was a half-demon, half-human who was destined to become the anti-christ. Hello?? Having him come back would have been a m a z i n g!! And he’s so powerful like f u c k. This child who is like 10 years old can alter reality, exorcise demons, conceal himself from any supernatural beings, use telekinesis, and teleport. The writers just made him go missing?? Where was he during the apocalypse or when everyone was summoning their armies and shit?? He also could have been a great foil for Jack’s character if they ran into him later on. (Also if Sam became the King of Hell I o v e the thought of this kid being one of his right hands..)

Jacob Pond - Now this little boy was in S7 E3 and is a Kitsune. After the death of his mother Dean tells him if he kills anyone else Dean will come after him and this motherfucker tells Dean “ The only person I'm going to kill – is you. ” I wish we got to see this kid pop up every now and then trying to kill Dean, growing more powerful every time we see him. It would have been so good if the writers didn’t completely trash this story line after this episode.

Becky Rosen - Personally I have mixed feelings about Becky as a character, but I like to see her pop up every now and again. I’m glad to see the writers actually keeping a side character alive for once, even if she’s a questionable character. Can you taste the salt I’m spewing or am I not yelling loud enough?

Thank you for the ask my darling!! 💕 💕 I loved getting to answer such a long ask. Have a good day and stay safe out there beautiful!

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chrisemrysfics · 6 years ago

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Hello dears!

A little bit late, but here we have my contribution for the last day of @3-days-of-lenalove on the theme of Romance!

This has four parts, they are still written as Lenalee’s thoughts; and each part is indepedant. The first is about the OT4, which is my main ship I have with Lenalee (though I left it purposefully unsaid if the boys are also dating/will also date). The second is Lou Fa/Lenalee, which I blame one of my friend for making me think of this couple. The third is Road/Lenalee, as I always more or less wondered about this ship. And the last is, as I named it, “No Romance”. I wanted to also celebrate that she might not want or need romance in her life, and I left it vague purposefully whether it is because she is aromantic (and/or asexual), or simply not looking for it.

Fun fact: I also ship Alma/Lenalee, but I did not find inspiration to write something. I can see them bonding by sharing a friendship with Kanda (which can also make an OT3).

I hope you enjoy!

Romance

Kanda, Lavi and Allen.

Part of Lenalee had not believed she would have the heart to feel romantic affection, and yet she had been proven wrong. Three times.

The first had been Kanda, however, she could not tell if it really was romantic, and neither could Kanda. In fact, it had never truly occurred to them to wonder, up until Lavi entered the picture. While Kanda and Lenalee grew up together, they soon realized siblings did not apply to them, and yet their closeness did not feel romantic.

They had never truly spoken about it, but Lenalee could still recall all the times she sought safety in Kanda's dojo. She could still recall the first time Kanda held her in his arms, soothing her from a break down after she first saw a friend die.

She could see in her mind, how it became something they both sought, to simply lay together, or sit so close their side touched. The first time they kissed, it was chaste, Lenalee had seen something in Kanda's eyes that betrayed he was thinking hurtful thoughts, and she had placed a hand on his cheek, and a kiss on his lips.

It was another little habit they shared after this day, cheek kiss and forehead ones, chaste kisses when they needed reassurance someone cared.

When they met Lavi, and Lenalee started to feel fondness for the red haired, she had not been certain what to do. Should Kanda and her speak, define their relationship? Should she even act on the warmth that was forming when she was with Lavi?

However, for a while, nothing happened. Lavi slipped himself, expression softening, one hand on a shoulder in comfort, even one arm around her shoulders. Compliments would sometimes leave his lips, just soft enough to convey genuineness.

In the end, none of them had the courage to take a step forward, not when they all knew death could await them. Yet, an understanding formed between the three of them, and sometimes, when it felt really hard, Lenalee would find herself laying between Lavi and Kanda, feeling safe and protected with the casual closeness.

It was Allen that unpurposefully prompted her, and all of them, to fully communicate. Mutual fondness had formed between he and Lenalee, however as she realized how much she was growing to care, she also noticed that Allen seemed to backtrack whenever he showed something that was not simple friendship.

One day, Lenalee could not help it, and rather than let it slide when Allen walled himself after giving her such a soft smile and warm look, she touched his cheek with her hand, watching the wall fall back right away from the surprise.

I care about you, Allen; she had admitted in a soft voice.

Emotions had swirled in his eyes, and then hesitantly, a little lost, he told her, Aren't I coming in between you and Lavi?

The surprise had soon shifted to understanding, and then Lenalee had breathed out a laugh. I think it's time I speak with him and Kanda, and with you.

The shocked look on Allen's face when his mind seemed to make sense of what she suggested had been lovely, Lenalee decided, especially mixed with the light hope in his silver eyes.

And then it had all fallen into places. Lavi and Kanda had not been blind, and they had long ago accepted they were both important to her. Allen had already fallen into their dynamics without realizing, but now, he knew he did not need to restrain his affection. Just like Lavi. Kanda did not change, they had always known it was not quite romance between them, but he was still her partner.

Still, Lenalee had hoped Komui had more or less guessed, he had always seemed to eye the three boys in a way that made her think he had realized.

They were proven wrong when they were laying down for a bit, all cuddled, and heard the shriek. Or maybe he had thought it was unsaid affection, not acted upon.

Somehow, Headquarters stayed standing after the Komurin of that day.

Lou Fa.

Their first interaction happened when they arrived from the battle of the Ark, and even if it had been brief, there had been a surprise in Lou Fa's eyes as Lenalee smiled at her, both feeling a certain comfrotableness as two young women watching the silly boys. Lenalee had thought the small blush on the scientist's cheeks had been from Allen, but later, she would realize it had not been the case.

They met more often, as the Asian Branch helped Headquarters more. Lenalee would find Lou Fa sweet, and Lou Fa would feel she understood why Bak had a crush on Lenalee.

Lenalee had more than once offered reassurance to Lou Fa, noticing when the young woman would get uncertain of herself; but their relation changed the day Lou Fa saw Lenalee walk off from a room with a look that made the scientist's heart hurt.

She had followed, and Lenalee had stopped when she noticed, Lou Fa had hesitated but when teary eyes glanced her way, wide but hesitant and longing, Lou Fa had rushed the little distance that separated them to hug Lenalee.

Lenalee had almost crumbled into her arms there and then, but she gathered the strength to lead them to her room.

And it had been once Lenalee had calmed down, that she realized how much she loved the hand brushing her hair, the warmth close to her; it had been them both who realized how much they loved having the other in their arms.

That was the day they shared their first kiss, and the day that marked the start of their romance.

Road. note: it is left unsaid if Road has mentally played with Lenalee or not, but I do consider Road didn’t, meaning that Lenalee’s feelings are not planted by Road, but really Lenalee’s. Still, if you are really sensitive to dub-con, Lenalee’s own thoughts can seem as if she is victim of manipulation, so be warned!

As much as Lenalee's mind had not been there until Miranda's Time Record had healed her mind, she had always remembered the feeling of Road's hand brushing her cheek, the soft voice murmuring, such a pretty doll.

Lenalee felt Road had done it on purpose, and many times, she wondered wih a shiver of fear, if she had fully been released from the Noah of Dream's hold.

Why else would she think more of this memory that should not be, rather than the fight that followed? Why else would she feel annoyance when Road kissed Allen's lips, the Noah's eyes meeting hers subtly after?

Oh, Lenalee had tried to tell herself it was because it was Allen, but she could not feel herself. She knew that she did not feel this way for him.

Tried as she might, Lenalee could not ignore the pang of sadness when Allen exorcised Tyki-or so they thought. She could not ignore how similar Road felt to herself, when she watched the apparent young girl grow dangerously protective, how she knew that if anyone harmed Komui, Lenalee could not deny for sure that her own reaction would not be unffiting for an Exorcist.

Maybe, Road had sensed that long ago. Maybe Road had seen Lenalee's mind better than Lenalee herself, seen all of it to destroy it better.

Maybe Lenalee's dreams that she could not share, that sometimes left her waking with her body still burning, were not quite dreams after all.

No romance

Lenalee watched with amusement as Lavi once again tried to steal Allen's food, her gaze sliding to Kanda, her fork finding her mouth faster so she could take a bit and muffled the giggle she felt rising at the twitching eyebrow from the swordsman.

It did not help that Link looked like he both wanted to be out of here and to bonk Allen's head, or that Marie did it for him, not sparring Lavi either. Poor Miranda though, but Lenalee could see the amusement that made its way into the woman's gaze, just like Krory's hesitant look had a little smile with it.

Lenalee wished for more of these moments, of these days they could laugh and enjoy life, no matter how hard it was, no matter how they fought a war.

Sometimes, she felt blessed to have found so many people that she wanted close, that grew to be part of her world. She felt that she had earned more than she dared to hope for, and that was why Lenalee fought so hard.

She had so much, and she wanted to protect it, to keep it.

And sometimes, it amused her that the one thing her brother seem to fear most, was not part of her world.

Lenalee had wondered, at times, if her heart had swayed toward someone. After all, love could form whether someone wanted it or not, even in the middle of a war. Or maybe, even more so in the middle of war.

Yet, even when she knew some could have captured her heart, it did not happen. Whether it felt more platonic, or simply that it never developped past friendship, Lenalee simply did not find anyone who truly brought romance to her heart.

And Lenalee felt she didn't look for it, either. Whether she did have crushes, or it had been a desire for platonic closeness, she could not know. Whether it was because she did not feel it, or because she felt she did not need it, romance was not part of Lenalee's world.

Not because it was impossible, but simply because Lenalee held no desire to look for it.

Love was in her life anyway, not romantic, but no less meaningful. And that was all that mattered.

#lenalove2018 #Lenalee Lee #d gray man

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tomodachimeter · 8 years ago

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Fukigen na Mononokean Chapter 43 Spoilers

Your resident MC is dead, manga’s over, everyone go home.

(just kidding.)

Zenko’s father stares for a bit, sees Keshi’s discarded dress, and is reminded of the “ghost” he saw as Ashiya hurries to block Keshi from view. He asks shakily whether there’s a ghost, to which Ashiya emphatically denies, and out of desperation Zenko’s father agrees.

Ashiya says that Keshi is a relative’s child, and Zenko adds that Keshi wanted to go to the Bon Dance festival, so Zenko was letting Keshi borrow one of her old yukatas to try on. She gestures to Abeno in confirmation.

Abeno asks Zenko’s father to tell the neighborhood association president that nothing’s there because they’ve exorcised the supposed ghost, but to keep that they were involved a secret.

Zenko’s father doesn’t mind that; he asks if they’ll be keeping Keshi company during the festival, and if those clothes are what they’re going in...

Festival time...!

Eventually the group makes it to where the dancing is happening, but remembering what happened previous years, Keshi is worried about surprising people again.

Ashiya tells Keshi that they’ll be the ones to make sure nothing happens, and Keshi should just enjoy it all she wants.

The neighborhood association president approaches them and tells them to join in.

Keshi thinks about how much she always wanted to do this and join in, and how she’s finally able to dance with everyone. “My wish has finally been granted today!”

When everything’s over, Abeno calls the Underworld gates. Keshi tries to give back the kimono (lmao Abeno and Ashiya averting their gazes when she starts pulling it off) but Zenko tells Keshi to keep it; it suits her and she looks cute.

Keshi thanks the Mononokean (group) for making her “human”, and departs happily.

Ashiya says they’ll walk Zenko back to her place (Zenko’s father: You’d better not let her go home alone in the evening...!), and Zenko says they can stay and relax for a bit. She asks Abeno if he’ll come too, but Abeno says he’ll pass.

“Abeno-san, are you sleepy?” “No...”

Ashiya and Zenko are surprised as Abeno collapses, and rush over to him. Ashiya’s thoughts: “Why... Even though he only gets this tired and collapses after he opens the gates twice... Hasn’t he only opened the gates once today...?

Side-text: “Is there something wrong with Abeno...?”

ABENO-SAAAAAAAAN---

The cover page of little Zenko and her dad is so cute...!

Ashiya’s thumbs up at Zenko when she’s making the excuse to her father in the beginning pfft.

The Mononokean seems to love horror as always.

This chapter was full of wonderful panels, to be honest. These are probably my favorite.

ABENO-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN---- to be honest my mind started running on overdrive with theories...

My OT3 got so much time together I’m so happy.

#fukigen na mononokean #the morose mononokean #fnm manga summary #mypost #abeno is... really pretty on the last page tbh.... sweats

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leonardo-artista · 8 years ago

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Leo is not a supportive partner but Riario goddamn needs one

On writing Leario, on writing platonic bonds, on the importance of communication and being heard, on identifying with characters and asexual spectrum headcanons, on the false "sex fixes everything" belief and the false relationship hierarchy.

Warning: less meta and more me trying to explore and explain my feelings

There's something that bothers me about writing Leario post season three; in some ways Leo takes a step backwards. In season two he and Riario worked together and Leo understood that his actions had consequences for him and for other people. In season three however he fails to fully exorcise Riario's demons and leaves him to almost be executed and again become brainwashed, becomes obsessed with a Crusade instead of considering other options, abandons Vanessa to her fate, loses one friend and almost loses another one.

For me it all starts to go wrong when Leo does not ask Riario to stay when they return to Italy from their voyage. Riario has been through many trials. His faith has been tested and found wanting. He needs redemption or renewal. Leo could have offered him a new path, but instead Riario is left to beg for a redemption he is refused.

But let us suppose Leo asked Riario to stay with him. Let's imagine Riario made it clear that's what he wanted, because Leo is, as I'll come to again in a moment, dense. They return to Florence together. There's Zo's hostility to contend with, Lorenzo's brutality to contend with, the invasion to thwart. But let's say Leo triumphs, with Riario a part of that victory.

Is that a happy ever after?

Probably not.

There's a reason I frequently give Riario friendships outside of Leo's influence when I write Leario. In particular with Vanessa, who is a good listener and a source of comfort for Leo. She's an obvious choice. In au fics, there is often no blame attached to Riario for Guiliano's death/departure; sometimes Guiliano is alive. But regardless, it is important to me that Riario has someone who listens.

Because Leo does not.

I imagine life with Leo, especially a s1 or s3 Leo would go much like this:

LEO: Look at this awesome painting I'm working on

RIARIO: It is beautiful. I'm also working on something.

LEO: Sure. Look how the shadows fall here…

RIARIO: You said I am an artist too.

LEO: You are, you are. I liked that painting you did of the birds.

RIARIO: You love flight. I know. But this is something different I'm working on. I told you. A series of watercolours to illustrate Greek epics.

LEO: Right. That's not going to be that popular.

RIARIO: But my passion lies there.

LEO: Then go paint it.

RIARIO: Paint them.

LEO: Yes, them.

RIARIO: Are you even listening?

LEO: Of course I am. I think more sienna in this area, what do you think?

RIARIO: You don't even recall what day this is.

LEO: Thursday?

RIARIO: This is the day I killed my mother. (does not remind Leo he promised to go and take flowers to the grave because Leo has clearly forgotten)

LEO: Ah. Sorry.

RIARIO: It's a difficult time.

LEO: I'm sure. But you can't change the past. No, not sienna, maybe something lighter.

RIARIO: You don't care at all, do you, when you're lost to your obsessions.

LEO: That's not true.

RIARIO: What is the first watercolour an illustration of?

LEO: ….The Iliad?

At which point Riario is going to understand why Zo spends so much time saying "Fuck you, Leo," and going off to the tavern where he can talk to Nico and Vanessa about what an ungrateful bastard Leo is.

Except maybe Riario doesn't have anyone else to talk to.

How to fix this problem of oblivious, self-centred Leo? Friendships, as I stated above. And/or having Leo learn to pay attention to the larger picture, to the people around him, to truly listen when Riario is confiding his secrets, his needs, his pain.

When I wrote "Weather Every Storm" the Vanessa & Riario was an integral part of the story. And furthermore Leo was more self-aware. He had enough sense to recognise that he is not always good at being in a relationship. He takes people for granted. He acknowledges that he needs to prioritise communication and to truly listen. Riario's problems can't just be fucked away. The Leario is the thrust of the story, and while there is sex within the fic, the plot follows the characters' personal growth as Riario attempts to build a new life, away from the influence of his father, and Leo learns to be more supportive. It's still my favourite fic.

I extrapolate this desire for someone to understand, a strong friendship to other fandoms. In another fandom I have a largely unmet desire for fic with a particular platonic m/f bond*; so much that I'm writing it for myself, pointlessly, because smut fic is the most popular thing. Same reason I have to write 99% of any Riario&Vanessa myself.

I'm usually headcanoning the male as somewhere on the asexual spectrum, possibly grey-a or demisexual. Sex isn't the most important thing for them. In this second fandom, it's been pointed out that "conversational intimacy"** is the most important part of his sexual relationships.

The female is someone skilled at listening. They don't brush people's concerns aside; they see the real issue and explore it. They can be a shoulder to cry with no expectation of sex resulting from a bond. They listen and assist where possible.

Part of the reason the male characters – Riario, in Da Vinci's Demons – resonate with me is that they can be read as on the ace spectrum as I am, and because they are often alone, with no or few trusted compatriots. Fic that suggests sex is the be all and end all of a relationship does nothing for me and even more so when it's a character I've come to identity with, as with Riario. Fic that has sex "fixing" all issues does nothing but piss me off. Fic that has sex as the One True Allowable pleasure makes me beyond enraged – and when Leo is a pansexual hedonist visionary I can't imagine he's suddenly only into vanilla buttsex but I’ve seen both he and Riario given this mindset in fic. There is more to a character than who they are fucking.

So what do I do with these characters? I put them through hell because that's we do, isn't it? We write to explore them, to explore the world, to explore ourselves. We learn from pain, we get to acknowledge our pain, we get to see how we might get survive our pain.

And then I put them together again. I give them support systems that work, by giving them not a sex obsessed lover but the friend down the pub. Someone who genuinely listens and tries to understand, not someone mostly interested in smoothing things over so they can get back to fucking.

This is a little raw because I'm tired and stressed. The person I'd normally turn to isn't available at this moment for me to lean on – that's part of the reason I'm stressed. The one person I can open up to and know I will be heard rather than dismissed. And trying to explain that, trying to explain how anyone, a friend, a sister, a colleague, is the most important person in your life is difficult; you're not fucking them so why do they matter so much? It's no big deal if you lost them. Not like getting a divorce or being widowed. That's the relationship hierarchy***.

The relationship hierarchy appals me. The idea of a relationship where one partner is oblivious to their partner's needs is worrying. sidenote: I can write Leario in my sleep at this point. It's lost its edge somewhat to write origin stories though I have one more major fic to come. Established relationships, where Leo has learnt to do better/where Riario is friends with the Scooby Gang; OT3s/other pairings; gen. Maybe I need to explore those before I can recapture my passion. And I can write platonic m/f scenes and fics and gratify my own needs; but fic written but unread is half-done in many ways. But sometimes it seems smut fic is all anyone wants; not the emotional component.

Sometimes you just need someone to listen. But sometimes the best you can do is write someone else getting the comfort you so badly want.

Please be gentle with comments. This is a pretty personal post, despite my initial framing; I always find it easier to begin with, and to support my assertions, with factual or fictional examples. There's a reason certain characters and dynamics resonate with me, after all, and why I turn to them when I'm trying to illustrate my own troubled feelings.