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tged webtoon ep 159 spoilers and thoughts below the cut yep just the usual

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JAVIERS FACE LMFAO "wow. these people are so weird. thank god im the only normal person here" jesus christ this entire estate is insane /aff

also i think im required to inform that i sent this panel to some of my irls because they're also civil engineers, and i asked if they recognized any of this and they said "oh god yeah"

so we can pleasantly confirm that the adaptor/artist are still referencing real civil engineering stuff!

while we're still here at the start of the ep/my thoughts i do wanna say, the whole "ugly" gag is getting. a little too well worn

it is really well drawn! the artist is very skilled at drawing exaggerated expressions and its always fun to see, but i think this is like the third or fourth time now that this has been used, and i think my brain is just tired of the repeated schtick. i dont hate it, but the funny has moved on for me

i really hope that in this next arc we see a return of a devilish or conniving lloyd, rather than silly "ugly" expressions; its funny when he looks stupid but id like a better balance, which means i want more instances of him looking cool and smart as hell!!!

of course these words will. probably fall on deaf ears its not like i can message the artist/adaptor directly lmfao but yknow its the thought that counts i guess. actually i might be using that phrase wrong not sure

ANYWAY ANYWAY verkis looks so pretty here,, i like that he confirmed lloyds intentions w the jewel of truth . truly a man who wants to do Nothing thats so real of him me too bud

AND THENNN my personal favorite peak of the episode THE SWORDMASTER SYNDROME KICKING IN AAAAAHHH AAAAHHHH

IT MAKES SENSE THAT LLOYD PUSHING HIS MANACIRCLES TO THE LIMIT WOULD BE THE LAST PUSH HE NEEDS TO BECOME A HIGH LEVEL SWORD EXPERT and now hes suffering the consequence of not dealing with this earlier </3 get overstim'd idiot shouldve taken a break before this happened bozo!!! /j

i really really REALLY love how the text and the effects were drawn in these panels and the following ones (thats three reallys!!!)!! the visual echo and then the sudden sharp jaggedness, it really shows how much OUCH and impact it has and i really really love it YEAHHHH PUT LLOYD THROUGH THE WRINGER YEAHHH YEAHHH

AND THEN JAVIER KEEPS LOOKING SO FUCKING HAPPY THROUGHOUT THIS EPISODE PLEASSEEJ LKAJDFLKSJDFLKJSDFLK JHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH he's having a grand ol time lmfao now his noble can experience what he had to go through!!!

ALSO ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THE VERY FIRST THING THAT LLOYD LOOKS AT WITH HIS NEW HEIGHTENED VISION IS JAVIERS FACE AND HOW PERFECT IT IS HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO you could have looked at anything else and yet the first thing you narrow in on is javiers face IM SHAKING YOU LLOYD

no seriously wow he's so pretty ALSO THE FUCKING. HAND POSE IM CRYING

also its really really fluffy nice that javier helped lloyd with getting used to his senses! though they couldnt really do anything abt his insomnia

i had heard that some really cute moments got cut from the novel in this little timeskip here which is like awww i wish we got to see it like, that short bit with the "ugly" gag could have been replaced with the moments from the novel and itd still fit the episode length! at least i think

(like i was told that lloyd gets called "good boy" by javier. like. WHAT. WHAT. GOOD BOY??? GOOD BOY??? AND THAT GOT CUT?????? GOOD BOY!?!?!?!? i told my irls abt this and we collectively had a stroke i wish it made it in bc javiers face when saying that and lloyds reaction wouldve been PRICELESSSS)

oh but also back to talking about javier helping lloyd out, i think its really really cute,,, i know its not explicitly said or shown but i want to think that javier is able to repay the lullaby in a sense by doing this. i really like that javier not only depends on lloyd, but lloyd depends on javier too, and they can rely on each other. thinking about that makes my heart warm and my feet kick and then i start giggling like a maniac

anyway few month timeskip and lloyd u look tired as hell im so sorry buddy

though honestly i really like how he looks in this panel for some reason HAHAHAHA idk him just looking grumpy and tired is fun bc u dont really see it that often u usually see him being silly or evil more so this is a nice panel to have heehee

disgruntled tired sleep deprived engineer now aint that the realest STEM experience ever,,, shaking ur hand lloyd i get u i understand

AND THEN THE END OF THE EP HI RAPHAEL the angel arc!! i guess!! idk the names of these arcs

i wonder how he'll try to enforce this,,, and i wonder how lloyd will get out of it,,, like did tkobai ever go over the angels and what they do? does lloyd know about them?

i did see pics of what he looks like from the novel and we were SO robbed of very pretty long wavy hair, it seems the artist just chopped it all off,,, uueueueueuee

i posted abt this on twitter already but my singular cope is that we actually just havent seen the rest of his hair and its just in a ponytail and its like really really thin and we'll see the rest of his hair soon trust <- copium pumping

and a bonus little illustration, happy chuseok!!!

thats all from me!!!!!!! IM REALLY EXCITED TO SEE WHERE THIS ANGEL ARC GOES and whether or not lupellan and wrot,,,, whatever his name was are going to interfere also,,, triple clash!!! also if he'll ever overcome his insomnia,,,

see yall next week :3

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ERMM.... trollsona posting.... Firefly my absolute beloved. She is me fr. Cant believe I haven't shared her here yet

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Kill the cringe cop in your head, do what makes you happy.

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Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.2) NSFW

W/C: 3.2k #NSFW, THEY FUCKIN', bottom!reader, top!sukuna, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna ignores feelings through the force of sheer willpower, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, blood as lube (SORRY), Sukuna unhinged horknee, ABO elements

A/N: I wanted to make this include more parts, but I am so flabbergasted and in awe of the response to this fic that I feel the need to feed y'all feral creatures LMAO. JKJK but 👀 Thank you for all the feedback and support! It really gives me the motivation to continue writing and to interact with the JJK community. I'm having a lot of fun!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah

“What the fuck is this?” Sukuna drawled, an intense fury simmering through his being. His gaze couldn't tear free from you, not even to size up the blindfolded weirdo watching him intently. 

He shattered the coffin, freeing you from the makeshift cursed bath some freak had forced you into. He smoothed damp hair from your sickly face and searched for sparks of life somewhere in the cold stillness that'd overtaken you. And there was something. He found it, a little glimmer of vitality in the smallest, shakiest inhale. 

“Good,” he praised, brushing your hair back more and more to get a better look at your face. You looked like the frail little thing he saved all those decades ago.

“You know,” Gojo interrupted, but Sukuna paid him no mind, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about that kitsune.” 

“Then you don't know what this is,” Sukuna decided blandly. “Figures.” Kenjaku kept him off the record, huh? Guess that's a bonus.

“Oh? Do you wanna enlighten me before Yuuji comes back?” Gojo smiled, as if he really expected Sukuna to play nice and be honest with him. “Come on, come on, it's your chance to be vulnerable~” 

“Tch. Pretty damn sure the fox'll be the one to tell you.” His hand smoothed over your stomach and rubbed slow, gentle circles against your skin as reverse technique sought to bring you all back to him. “He yaps about as much as your insufferable ass does. Granted, he talks a lot nicer.” 

“Wow, rude.” Gojo sighed and clapped twice as if clapping on a light. “Okay! I've had enough bullying. Yuuji–” 

“Brat, don't you fucking dare–” 

Yuuji inhaled sharply. He blinked owlishly at your calmed expression, your eyes now closed and breathing now steadied thanks to Sukuna's aid. 

Aid. That wasn't something the king did. 

“Sensei,” Yuuji managed, voice quivering under the weight of memories’ emotion. “Can you fix this?”

Somehow, you were stuck in the throes of flirtation with the malevolent king of curses. 

“It may be courtship,” Uraume guessed, soft smile brightening their cold exterior. 

(They'd been smiling more recently, actually, ever since you completed that overcoat and presented it to them. Nary a day went by when they did not don the sentimental garb.)

But you weren't so sure; the event of courtship was serious business across all lucid creatures. Animals and creatures of primal existence sought out partners with favorable genes and strong constitution, whereas humans and the like yearned for merit or love in their coupling. You didn't quite grasp the way humans thought. Not yet. 

Well, save for flirting. You decided it was a sort of pre-courtship where nothing became serious and nothing was on the line, but frivolous touches and haughty words of praise ran rampant when those concerned crossed paths. 

Much like today.

(Much like the days before and after.)

You walked along the stone-paved path most mornings, lost in thoughts and mumbling to yourself bits and pieces of poems. Most were unfinished, but in their own time, verses would find one another and complete the incomplete. 

A groggy yawn hummed from the palace entrance. And moments later, Ryoumen Sukuna fell into step with you, grumbling and mumbling complaints about the nippy Spring morning while he tucked his arms away into his sleeves. 

He followed you, idly looking around the expansive space you'd helped curate and maintain when you weren't busying yourself with the girls or decorating clothing. The gardens weren't a mess before, not at all, but now they had a certain taste–trees and flowers were planted with specificity, stones were moved, paths reworked. You took the outside over completely. The king didn't mind. 

“Sukuna-sama,” you said, voice melting in kind with the morning frost. “I'll need to leave for a short while.” 

Sukuna quirked a brow and looked at you. You gazed upon the large, thick koi flashing their beautiful scales and ornate patterns of orange and white as they swam and followed you. Tch. How come even the fish were drawn to you? 

“And how do you think you'll accomplish that?” Sukuna tossed a rock into the koi pond, making the fish scatter. “Getting away from me isn't something you can do.”

You huffed and looked at him. “I understand. I simply seek your permission.” 

“Denied.”

“Ah.” You deadpanned. “Why?”

“You're mine; I decide where you go, how you breathe, if you eat. Or are you forgetting that?” 

You sighed and let your ears droop sadly with your tails. “Surely you jest.” 

“Are you laughing?”

You whined like a sad, sad street pup before cozying up to him, slipping your hands up his stomach and chest like you were supposed to. “Please?” 

“No.” 

You chittered and pressed your face against him, but didn't protest and complain much more. 

Sukuna’s thoughts whirled. The show was amusing, sure, but you didn't do anything without reason, especially when it had to do with breaking character and acting out like this out of–

Oh? 

Sukuna leaned down and sniffed you, searching for the intriguing coil of flowery citrus he nearly missed on the warming breeze. It was so, so faint, but decadent and alluring in a way that made the master of toxins cautious–most poisons tasted sweet, after all. 

You pulled your head back, shrinking down the slightest bit with your ears flattened against your skull. Your eyes, wide as a full moon, stared up at him, expectant. The touch of your hands on him never left, though.

“Brassavola nadosa.” Sukuna tilted his head. “You smell like it.” 

You blinked curiously, relaxing. “Is that so?” 

We don't have that orchid in the garden. Sukuna hummed and lifted a lock of your hair, catching another weak waft of the flower's faint scent. 

It's coming from him, then. Hm. 

“Tell me again why you want to leave the palace?” Sukuna asked on a hunch.

And that hunch doubled down when you fidgeted with the cloth of his haori and looked aside. 

“I wish to bear children," you admitted, shy and quiet. "To try, at the very least. Perhaps find a mate, too.” 

Children. You wanted children. After everything those sorcerers put you through for who knows how many years, you still wanted to mother a runt of your own. And you were willing to run off into the wild to, what, let some random man knock you up? Fill you with seed of unknown origin, unknown value, unknown potential?

Sukuna's ego flared. He leaned down to you, tilting your chin up to make you look him in the eyes regardless how small you felt in that moment. He deserved to witness you. You deserved to witness him. 

“You're not leaving,” he breathed, and he swore he could hear your heart break. “If you want a brat, you'll get a brat–only if you stay here 'n give up on those shitty thoughts of finding a sire out there.”

Your eyes scanned his face, tracing over serious lines and honest creases. Clearly, you searched for an answer–

“How?” 

–one that Sukuna didn’t have. Or maybe he did. Perhaps he just couldn't find the words for it. 

He scoffed and ruffled up your hair, unable to answer you. “You're not leaving. Not unless I say so.” 

The first time he let you go, he left scars. 

He found you in your chambers come early evening. Your tails swished and flicked as you sat amidst a nest of his robes and the missing linens from his chambers while you futzed over the embroidery of another haori, this time adorning the plain thing with the darkest scarlet one could find. Sukuna could already guess why. 

Your being burns as wildfires do. Lively. Emphatically. Devouring more and more so long as the earth lets you. Yet where you do not lay ruin, you grant warmth and light in a divine way. Wildfires are not such horrible things if one stays a respectable ways away. 

Your poetic nonsense irritated him to no end, but he fell enamored all the same; you spoke to honor him with every utterance of his name. You didn't try to kiss his feet nor did you bask him in compliments–you only spoke into existence that which hummed through your mind, unprovoked. It just so happened to be everything Sukuna liked to hear. 

So when he found you secluded away, beckoning so sweetly with intoxicating scents of citrus and gardenia, what choice did he have but to lay claim, to give you the brat you so sorely yearned for?  

You sensed him. Your gaze flicked to him, stoic and unmoved as ever, as the energy in the room built into suffocating silence, something like tectonic plates caught in deadlock, holding their disastrous energy, waiting for the right moment to devastate the world with a single, cataclysmic shift.

And of course, it was the impatient predator that moved first, setting a catastrophe into motion. 

The hours blurred together. 

Every minute of the chase was thrilling, invigorating, surprising–you were filled with tricks and traps, never slowing down for a second to think or doubt as the beast of a sorcerer pursued you through his palace, through the city below, and now into the looming forest in the mountains. 

Admittedly, he'd gotten carried away. He lost himself in the rush of it all, the adrenaline and pure, destructive desire pushed his self-control into unraveling just the slightest bit; honest attacks tore through space and time, hoping to maim and cripple you if they were to hit. And, honestly, the way you avoided his attempts to strike you down enthralled him as much as it enraged him–he was seconds away from unleashing his domain until a less-than-satisfying ripple of cursed energy tore across your thigh and put you down.

It was then, walking up to you, to his prey, that Sukuna remembered you weren't a sorcerer. Most would be able to stand and walk it off, maybe even heal with reverse technique, but you could only grasp at your weeping wound and grimace. Because you were not a sorcerer, you were a kitsune: a trickster, a creature full of mischief and void of cursed energy. 

Yokai. Not a human. Not a curse. Not like the rest of the boring souls wandering his earth. 

Sukuna pinned you the second you tried to make a break for it. Fangs and claws gnashed and tore into him while his hands strained to keep you down and rip those damn clothes free from your burning skin. 

Mating's never a pretty thing when it comes to nature. Humans like you made it something more.

Sukuna clasped a hand over your mouth and forced his weight onto you, ripping reedy yowls from your core as you twisted and turned, primal mind urging you to run, run, run, don't make this easy, make him prove his worth–

Rip.

Ribbons of what were once your robes fluttered to the ground, useless and unsalvageable. They were plain black, so unlike what you usually wore. You wouldn't miss them. 

“Make this as difficult as you want, pet,” Sukuna whispered as he loomed over you. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat when you stilled.  

“You know how this ends.” 

His pants were pulled down while another hand wiped slippery blood against your pliant entrance–and that was the only warning you got before he pushed into you. 

Where you should have screamed, you instead sighed. Your back arched off the ground like a work of art. Two hands gave up on holding you down in favour of gripping your waist and hips, pulling you closer to him, forcing you flush against his body. 

He noticed it then: a litany of old scars and discoloured marks shining against your skin. Marks left by those who did not deserve to taste such a delicacy. 

Unsightly.

Blood painted the grass. Cleaves and slashes ate away at those tainted scars, painting over the ugliness left hidden for too long–now, his marks would decorate you. Now, those hidden scars would mean something. They’d mean everything. 

Yet Sukuna's selfish maiming wasn't fitting the bill, and your antsy-ness was proof of it. You tried for the last time to pull from him, but his grip tightened around your throat. You gazed at him, then, eyes so wide and hungry, eager to fight or fuck–whichever came first. 

He braced over you and nearly winced as he dragged out of your suffocating heat. A sharp snap back inside loosened you, the glide of blood and slick aiding him. 

“I'll take you the way you need it,” he drawled as he built the pace quickly, already feeling his own obsession and excitement reverberating through his body, filling every fibre of muscle with electricity.

“Then,” he growled, leaning closer to your face. “I'll fuck you the way you want it.”

“More,” you sighed, digging your nails into the pillow you had your face buried in while the beast fucked you from behind. Sukuna groaned in compliance and lanced into your guts deeper, harder, faster than before–you were the only one that could handle the brutal way he let loose, and he was more than willing to indulge in that privilege. 

The hands all over you rose to the occasion, too; one had your tails fisted in his ruthless grasp, rudely holding you still and pulling you back against his hips; another rested on the curve of your ass, only moving to give a sharp slap or to knead your soft, perfect skin; the last two held your hips in a crushing force, his calloused fingers digging into your plush sides and sharp hip bones like you might disappear at any second. 

A sharp, sweet whine signaled the beginning of the end, as did the restless fidgeting and shifting in the king's grasp. Seeing you, a poised, powerful, mischievous being, come undone beneath him came to be one of Sukuna’s favourite sights, especially knowing it could only be because of him--only him. 

He leaned over you, his heavy chest pressing into your back as one hand released your waist in favour of fisting in your hair and tugging your head back and out of the futon you so desperately clung to. 

“Ah-ah,” he scolded breathily. “No hiding.” It was a familiar sentiment, one he had no problem reminding you of now and again. You had a horrible habit of trying to vanish when overwhelmed, after all. 

“Terrible beast,” you snapped back, scoffing indignantly when the deep bassy laugh of the man rolled through your body. “Horrible.” 

“You love it,” Sukuna growled back, grinning through every word. 

Something about it clearly struck a chord with you, judging by how fast you choked on your voice and came undone, legs trembling and body tightening around the too-big intrusion. The king groaned and bit at your neck, licking whatever blood beaded at the surface in between rushed, hushed words of praise for you and your efforts–most, if they heard the things he said, would call it out of character for the beast. Most didn't get to see beyond his raw power and crippling cruelty, however. 

Sukuna grunted and spilled inside you, pulling you back by your hair, hips and tail to ensure he forced every bit of his offerings deep into your core. Your body rocked and twitched against his, accepting all he had to offer you at the end of yet another coupling, before he let go of your locks and let you collapse face-first into the futon. 

He pulled out slowly, watching as every inch slipped from your abused hole before popping free and uncorking a dribble of whiteness from inside. He tutted and scooped it up with two fingers before stuffing it back in. 

“Oi, oi, are you even trying to keep it in?” He teased, smirking as you huffed. 

“You've exhausted me. I have no energy to attempt the impossible,” you lamented, nuzzling your nose further into the soft sheets smelling of cedar and fresh blooms–something so uniquely Sukuna. 

Your king sighed and gave your ass a firm few pats. “Guess I'll have to spoil you even more.” He settled onto his back and easily pulled you onto him, yanking you up to straddle his waist right where that second mouth laid open and eager to taste you. 

“This is uncouth,” you sighed. But you rocked back against the thick, heavy tongue pressing into your pliant heat, licking deep into you with a mind and hunger of its own. 

“Seems couth enough for you,” he commented, watching you ride his centre with rapt attention. “Little harlot's getting off on this, hey? Such a needy little brat.” 

His hands smoothed up and down your legs and sides as you shamelessly chased a second high. Your hands clasped over his as he took you into his hand and stroked you back to ample stiffness, the soreness of too many rounds of fucking making you far too sensitive to touch. 

“S-Sukuna-sama,” you stammered. “I can't–”

Sukuna's head tilted with a pleased smirk. “Ho? I thought you wanted to bear children? Are my offerings not enough for you?” 

You scrunched your face up into something of a prissy glare, but the shine clinging to your lashes and the shuddering of your body against his betrayed your crumbling demeanor. Of course, he was impressed with how his fox was fairing considering everything he put you through. 

He maneuvered you onto your back, grinning as you growled and weakly struggled against him. You looked perfect–stomach swollen, hair fanned out behind you, eyes teary but unable to tear away from the creature that’d tormented you for hours upon hours with no desire to give you a break. 

“Greedy god,” Sukuna lamented. One hand came to rest on your bruised neck again, fitting around so perfectly. “Nothing’s ever fucking good enough for you.” 

“You are.” 

That gave Sukuna pause. He stared down at you, all eyes looking over you with rapt attention as he tried to think. Tried to understand. Tried to parse those words and uncover what exactly you tried to convey. 

But it didn't click. 

“Tch. You're lucky I'm a generous god,” he scolded, releasing you from your torment in favour of collapsing down beside you for some much-needed rest. Not only did your beautiful body wear him out (not that he'd admit it), but your whimsical words wore his sanity thin. The worst part was you didn't even intend to damage him so. 

“I am truly honoured to merely be in your presence,” Your voice, light and dreamy as petals fluttering, laughed, and Sukuna's soul did something odd. 

He stared at the ceiling as you shuffled beside him, quickly returning to his side, donned in one of his haori and determined to make a comfortable nest of blankets and clothes around you both for the rest of the night–ah, morning? Huh. What an ordeal. 

You curled up next to him, shoving your back firmly against his side the way you often did when resting as a fox, and Sukuna huffed. 

“Turn to me,” he commanded, and you obeyed. 

He, too, turned to face you to envelope your lithe form with invincible arms and divine protection. Your soft purrs rolled through him, settling his wild spirit into a lazy tempo of an early morning stroll through a garden filled with one sort of white orchid: 

Brassavola nadosa. “Lady of the Night.” Your calling card. Your divine essence.

"Brassavola nodosa (Lady of the Night) is a medium-sized epiphytic or lithophytic orchid species boasting extremely fragrant flowers throughout the year. The blossoms, 4 in. across (10 cm), emit a citrus fragrance at night. Each flower features long, slender, pale green or creamy-white sepals and petals and a large, heart-shaped lip sometimes adorned with purple or dark red spotting." - gardenia.net

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞!!

Hi!! I’m Evan! This is Intro Post IV.

- Red text is primary information, things that I’d like to bring attention to, or just things I’d like to elevate above the others

I’m genderfluid, I only use he/him, I don’t have a label but I mostly like guys, and I’m a minor!!! If you’re 18+ feel free to interact but please don’t DM me or send asks.

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Table Of Contents ⇩

1. The Basics

2. Fun Facts

3. My Resume

4. Primary Music

5. Guide To Tags

6. Hobbies

7. Other Media

8. Kinnie List

9. Primary Fandoms

10. Cast List

11. Outro

[ The Basics ]

- I absolutely adore nicknames, feel free to call me anything you want; chances are I’ll be fine with it

- pretty basic DNI -> homophobes, transphobes, racists, xenophobes, proshippers (wincest ಠ_ಠ)

- feel free to interact or spam (the good kind), my notifs are off so you won’t be bothering me at all!! Feel free to do asks or anons as long as yr a minor, I love love love answering asks. I promise I’m not scary, I don’t bite (anymore lol)

- I would prefer it as a personal boundary that you don’t DM me unless you truly deem it fit, those 1 on 1 situations tend to be incredibly uncomfortable for me. If there’s truly something you’d like to speak to me about in private, go for it.

- I love my mutuals to death. Whether we talk every day or haven’t spoken once, ily :)

- I greatly appreciate tone tags!!! There is a list at the top of this intro with a tone tag guide!

- CDT timezone, typically active from 7 AM - 12 AM (this will change to 6-8AM and 5-11PM soon)

[ Fun Facts ] + notes

- my car’s name is TOMATER (all caps)

- im the ninth wonder of the world

- I love doing little drawings

- if you want one just ask (examples at end)

- once again I love love love my mutuals

- Richard Cameron defender for life

- theme changes often

- ADHD & severe social anxiety

- if you ever draw anything for me I’ll love u forever

- The Man Who Would Be King (6x20) is the best SPN episode and nobody can convince me otherwise

- if I don’t respond I swear I’m not ignoring you!! Chances are I said ‘I’ll answer later’ and then forgot—just @ me!!

- if you ever have any corrections for one of my posts (typo, incorrect facts, hurtful language) please please let me know whether it be public or private, as the last thing I’d want to do is upset anybody.

[ My Resume ]

- Professional Ghostbuster, Midwestern Cowboy, Supervillain (for the fits)

- Bug you put in a jar with sticks and leaves and a few holes in the lid so it can breathe kinda guy yk?

- Weird kid and loser for life (I’m happy this way)

- I believe I’m incredibly funny (tell me if I’m not)

- Most sentences have bonus sentences (for the thoughts that didn’t fit into the sentence right)

- hot feral scientist

[ Primary Music ] + fav song by each (‘m basic wtv)

- AJJ -> Getting Naked, Playing With Guns

- Cage The Elephant -> Spiderhead/Halo

- Car Seat Headrest -> Life Worth Missing

- David Bowie -> Rebel Rebel

- Radiohead -> Karma Police

- Seb Lowe -> The Man, The Myth

- The Front Bottoms -> Be Nice To Me / More Than It Hurts You

- The Smiths -> Pretty Girls Make Graves

- Vundabar -> Worn/Wander, Sad Clown

- Will Wood -> Memento Mori

[ Guide to Tags ]

- #evan speaks -> yapping time, applies to majority of my posts

- #evan rants -> I’ve got a lot to talk about!!

- #evan draws -> I draw :3 some art at the end

- #evan can’t vote -> US politics (doesn’t come up that often, but still)

- #evan loves his mutuals -> y’all are my best friends and ily sososo much

[ Hobbies ]

- Occasionally crocheting

- Reading and writing

- I play alto sax in marching band (never rains on the *redacted* 🫡🌧️)

- loveeee art so much, specifically pencil drawing and painting

- idk if music counts as a hobby (listening+playing)

[ Other Media ]

Shows -> Supernatural, Sherlock, House MD, My Babysitters A Vampire (Rory my beloved), Scooby-Doo, Over The Garden Wall

Movies -> Dead Poets Society, Ghostbusters, Velvet Goldmine, The Truman Show, Goonies, Stand By Me, Saw Franchise, IT 2017

Others -> Homestuck, The Secret History, getting into newer classics (highschool english class books tbh), I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

[ Kinnie List ]

Steven Meeks (DPS), Castiel (SPN), Richie Tozier (IT), Truman Burbank (TTS), Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters), Adam Stanheight (Saw), Henry Winter (TSH), Will Graham (Hannibal)

[ Primary Fandoms ]

Supernatural, Sherlock, Dead Poets Society, Homestuck, Ghostbusters, House MD

[ Cast List ] <- y’all are like my family ily

@pingunaa @ghostboyhood @wordssricochet @poetsinnyc @meekspeaks @midwest-quill @yourfavvgal @alightelixe @lv3buzzz @craicapparition @asclexe @lefthandedspaghetti @notcatseatheadrest @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @de4d-poet-kisser @cherrishnoodles @blakenation1 @desire-mona @prettypinkbubbless @sesamie @hemlocksloadofbull @mighthavebeenmurder @tired-and-bored-nerd @neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @sillyhyperfixator

^^ if we ain’t close like that lmk and I’ll take you off dw ♥︎ and if I somehow missed you please please tell me and I’ll fix it right away, there’s some people I was gonna add but I wasn’t sure if we were friends like that yet lol

Outro!!

If you made it to the end of this thank you thank you thank you so much it means the world to me.

I can’t add more photos, so I’ll make and link a separate post with my art, so you can decide if that’s something you’d be interested in!!!

[ art here!! ]

[masked-and-doomed]

NEW ME NEW INTRO!!

Hello, I'm Kat/Kats (or Yomotsu), welcome!! I am so normal about my boyfriends.

Please feel free to ask me about my OC, UG!! Hell, even cooler if you do it in a roleplay kinda way.

Other places you can find me:

@katsdoodles - art blog/archive.

Discord: thatonekats

👆 just in case. Tumblr explodes. Talk to me if you wanna ig (I am not good at conversing. So. Keep that in mind.)

Ao3: ThatOneKat2

👆 Might as well have it here. I've been more in a writing mood this year.

Twitter: @ThatOneKats

I have a twitter now I fucking guess. A bit of bonus content there (a little bit more of unhinged thoughts) but you're not missing much if you don't go there.

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Suspected BPD, have been diagnosed autistic. I will feel things very intensely either forever or feel nothing about it in the next hour max. You may see vent posts. Every now and then. Check the tagging system to block em out.

I am deeply in love and sickly affectionate for my 4 darlings. They're my boyfriends, girlfriends, besties- our relationship? Is uhh whatever man. It's love. It's love. (Also not the best fathers but hey I take what I can get)

First two being Yomotsu Hirasaka (pfp), and Takao Hiyama. They are my most intense hyperfixation of 2 years.! They are from Mirai Nikki/Future Diary. An anime/manga which I don't really like.

The next beloved is Pocketcat! He is from Fear and Hunger. He's. A silly :) There's so much intrigue of him aaaghhh ough he is so sad.

Last one !! Faust. From Guilty Gear. He's a. He's somebody. Got him on Valentine's Day. He makes me a different kind of ill. Alas, this doctor cannot cure me.

They're 💙 just like me fr. I love them. URL is them btw. Masked men, doomed.

(comfortable with sharing and gushing together with everyone. I don't mind if you send or @ me in stuff that has Faust shipped with someone, (I like appreciating art of Faust in any form :] ) just know I'm uncomfy with all (canon x canon) Faust ships except Happy Chaos, meaning that I won't talk about them (eg., fau.slayer) together.)

I am. Also obsessed with my lambs as well. (The Conclave, consisting of Axus, Libraria, Baldias, and Chronus) They mean a lot to me. I wish to give them happiness they didn't have the time nor place for. You will see me reblog lambs and tag it as them. Feel free to send me lamb pictures, effectively beaming Conclave to me.

NOTE! I do sometimes post about needing my darlings to kill themselves, or wish great harm upon them. I will not always have positive things to say about them. I am a hater as much as I am a lover. (Not the "I want him dead" (lovingly) (though I do have sadism and would enjoy killing them for the fun of it), I have genuine hatred towards them all (Libraria the least) and I loathe their existence.

(if I had to guess, this is the bpd doing its thing)

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Yayaya tagging system time!

#ah rambling - general yapping tag

#[MN/funger] rambling - ramblings of MN or funger

#[MN/funger] bangers - memes/shitposts of that fandom

#oc time - posts about the little OCs I have (currently empty. DW about it)

#unnamed girlie - posts about my self insert. (UG for short)

#UG spoilers - in case you wanna go through the UG tag but not be spoiled about the endings and such.

#guy in my head - headcanon posts

#doodle tag - stuff not high effort enough to put into my art blog goes here

#reblog moment - reblogs! So you can filter them out

#lovesick - yandere / obsessive behaviour

#gatito - kitty tag.

#belalang beloveds - grasshopper tag. Belalang is grasshopper in Malay :)

#art save - images I wanna draw (typically memes I wanna draw with my guys)

#art reference material - reblogs of posts with helpful art stuff

#general reference material - reblogs of posts with whatever that isn't art. Not really 'general' perse but I don't have another word

#epic meowtual art - art by the meowtuals!

#ask game - reblogs of ask game posts

#ask game answer - answers to asks abt the ask game

#hello asker - ask tag

#tag game - reblog of posts that are meant to have you tag other ppl to continue the chain

#negative. And #/negative are used for vent posts. Make those sometimes.

#hxrny aroace on main - (mind the x) epic posts where I feel feelings for some characters (carnally)

#fanfic shit idfk - posts related to fanfics I'm reading (or something like that)

#girl what you on?? - posts where I'm in some sort of delirium, talking to my beloveds. And being ill about them.

#shit I send to fictional guy - posts I'd send to fictional characters. Will prob have their name tagged too.

#unnamed oc core - wow it's just like him fr. Many things will be tagged this btw. They are not okay. (Same person as UG jsyk)

#pocketkitty - for posts I don't want in the pocket.cat tag or reblogging posts that are like pocket.cat. (only applies to him everyone else gets tagged with their name in posts that are like them)

#robot nephew - similar to pocketkitty just that it's. Mr robo.t K.y

#silly doctor man - I fell into gui.lty g.ear and now I'm in love with this bozo. When I don't want it to be in the main tag. Yes like pocketkitty and robo bo.

#mister omelette - guy that asks which came first the chicken or the egg. Answers himself, it's omelette.

#mask quartet - fucking stupid masked bitches trying to save humanity gone wrong

Liveblog tags:

Guilty gear: #pride in my gears: sign, #pride in my gears: rev, #pride in my gears: overture, #pride in my gears: strive

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Tag me in stuff you think I like!! I don't mind! Or like tag games.

There's also a *cough cough* side blog. For degenerate thoughts of mine. If you want it just give a DM ig.

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Pictures i want here

(This applies mostly to Faust. Sorry not sorry Faust. I will give you the worst horrors.)

(This is me any time someone mentions Conclave. I wish I could say I was exaggerating. I'll just say that Conclave has spiked my libido and I've been the fastest to draw suggestive art of them and write smut of them than of any other character I've fallen in love with. I need them carnally. And I tell you, it is a need.)

[inseasofgreen]

OC Fun Facts

tagged by @drchenquill open tag! I'm in a yapping mood so I figured I'd get some of it out of my system!

I'm going to do Sciosa Dy Altirum, Ilyos Altrium, and Gaelin Aestra from POTO since i've been severely neglecting them lately with my writing

Sciosa

Sciosa is the best dressed out of everyone in the Nite Region, possibly the whole world. Dressed to the nines, even in battle.

She loves sleep. LOVES it. She'll often crawl up for little snoozes several times throughout the day. Little cat naps for a little eepy baby.

Has a pet Tammer (ie. flying bunny) His name is Cyn and he's got an attitude problem. Which Valid, if I were a majestic rabbit with wings I would probably be a diva too

Ilyos

For all his faults, if there's one thing he exceeds at it's knowledge. He is often found pestering the Elder's of the Royal Library like a toddler after learning the word "why?"

Ilyos never thought he would rule as he was the second son and thought to be ill suited. But the Kings of Dawn don't follow traditional ways of crowning their monarchs and the source of their power chose him. Really spun them all for a loop there.

Unlike his daughter, he hates napping and just resting in general. He thinks its a waste of perfectly good time to be doing anything else. Can't relate tbh

Gaelin

Gaelin as high priestess is not allowed to marry or have her own children. As many of her predecessors had she has taken many lovers over her reign, none of them of the opposite sex. The gods demand lesbian priestesses what can I say!

Loves Lemon Tarts, eats them at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She's done that most of her 158 years of life. She's more lemon than Zaentriaeal, and still just so sweet.

She can often be found studying in her freetime. To the naked eye it might appear to be some old tome about magic, the god's, kings of dawn, or the zentriaeal. But nope. It's often about banned magics, mythical creatures that have either vanished or are just really good at hiding, and sometimes she'll dabble in learning more about the bond between Zrato and their Dragons.

Bonus! Expanding on the first fact, she doesn't have biological children but that doesn't stop her from being a mother figure to so many characters in the cast. She may not be their mom, but she's the mom that stepped up 😤

Keeping this an open tag

[lunaastoir]

how i think a meeting between childe and kaeya would go down

just some wannabe pirate and war criminal brain rot!!! this idea has been stuck in my mind for WEEKS and i just needed to get it down so i could breathe thanks aifjskfj 

also sorry if someone has already done this!! i did not check the tags or anything to see if a similar idea was posted but here’s just my take on it!! weewoo had to throw out a disclaimer just in case 

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so the only way i could ever truly imagine them meeting is if you’re hanging out w one of them and suddenly woAH HEY CHILDE FANCY SEEING YOU HERE???

like i don’t see them meeting on their own unless kaeya a) travels to snezhnaya/visits liyue for some reason or b) childe comes to mondstadt on fatui business

but anYWAYS- i digress,,, let’s say a chance meeting happened between the two (pls mihoyo make this happen i am BEGGING) 

so you’re just walking around mondstadt after completing your commissions w paimon yapping abt trying out the new dish at good hunter (i wonder if it’s called emergency food)

you run into kaeya as you’re making your way over to said restaurant  

pirate boy was patrolling since he’s a knight and even tho i clown him out of love he does take his job very seriously 

so you bump into him and the smooth mf says smthg like 

“fancy meeting you here, it’s almost like we’re destined ;)” 

pls smack him thanks <3 

you roll your eyes and you can practically fEEL paimon’s glare 

so y’all get caught up in conversation and just end up walking around town (w promises to paimon that you will treat her to some good food later) 

kaeya’s retelling something that happened earlier in the day w klee i had to include her i love her sm pls 

and then you just hear a 

“huh if it isn’t mondstadt’s honorary knight” 

dEAR GOD you would know that voice anywhere- JDSJFS 

so many questions??? are running through your head??? as you turn around???? 

first and foremost being ayO childe what are you doing here???

his hand is held up in a wave and he has his trademark soft smirk playing on his lips pls im gonna wring his pretty little neck lovingly

he makes his way over to you and you guys just kinda stare at each other for a good second 

paimon breaks the silence w her scream of “chILDE???” 

that snaps you out of it and you give him a questioning look while waving back (very delayed might i add) 

“it’s good to see you too paimon” he laughs

he briefly explains that he’s here on fatui business and relax he’s not here to cause any trouble yet

this is basically when kaeya cuts in 

knowing the both of them they were definitely sizing each other up when pleasantries were exchanged

also kaeya (being the cavalry captain) is DEFINITELY aware that childe is in mondstadt especially since he’s a harbinger - it’s not like he can be quiet abt it 💀

assuming that they haven’t had a chance to meet tho since i mini headcanon that jean would probably have been the one to escort him and his underlings to the goth grand hotel, there would just be some intense eye contact

both men are v prone to putting up a friendly demeanor while having the ability to practically slice you apart w sweet threats and razor sharp looks 

kaeya would take the initiative and say smthg like

“i dont believe we’ve met - i’m kaeya of the knights of favonius” 

childe would shake his hand and out of propriety introduce himself too 

now here’s where things could get a touch complicated 

as fatui harbinger to cavalry captain, obviously there’s some animosity (hidden ofc under sweet words of deceit and sugar coated phrases of diplomacy) 

however, as just kaeya and childe, i think these two would hit it off pretty quickly LMFAO 

they remind me a lot of oikawa and atsumu from haikyuu if you’ve ever watched it 🕴 same exact vibes 

there would be the formalities in the beginning before childe’s playful nature would come through 

kaeya seeing that you two knew each other and were quite amicable ahem even if he did try to kill us would join in w his own smooth nature 

expect lots of cringe worthy moments and just jokes™

childe would probs say something like 

“i’ve heard mondstadt is famous for it’s wine, i would like to try some and see just how good it really is” and BOOM it’s over for you

you thought they needed you to keep it amicable???

naH now you’re just third wheeling bestie💀

100% inseparable and now drinking buddies at the end of the night 

their natures just FIT like you thought dealing w them alone was bad??? BYE you’re in for a treat then 

enDLESS TEASING!!! it!! will!! not!! stop!!! 

they just team up to make sure you’re either flustered or ready to wring their gorgeous necks 

they would probs end up being spar buddies too 

childe would casually bring up the fact that he likes to fight and would maybe p o s s i b l y like to spar especially w someone in the famed knights of favonius 

kaeya would agree and BOP BOP sparring buddies 

but in conclusion!!! to this very unnecessarily long post!! kaeya and childe would meet as a result of you, they would hit it off bc c’mon they’re so similar it hurts and they’re not following you anymore now you’re following them <3 

a lil bonus scenario bc writing this has been sm fun:

“you’re such a lightweight” kaeya laughed out while his new friend was miserably collapsed on the bar stool next to him. childe looked up from where his head was tucked into his arms and raised an eyebrow. “is that a challenge captain?” he huffed out, his usually clear ocean blue eyes now dilated with the effects of the wine. “you shouldn’t have ordered hardcore alcohol as your first sample of mondstadt wine. that’s a rookie mistake” kaeya remarked while amusedly staring at his companion’s deconstructed state. “yeah well, honestly i think i can still take a couple more drinks. probably more than you anyway” childe retorted. his flushed cheeks however, told another tale altogether. kaeya smirked, a competitor huh? “i wouldn’t expect anything less from a fatui harbinger” were his words and with that, two more drinks were waved over by the cavalry captain.  

needless to say, an hour later, two extremely drunk, flushed men stumbled out of angel’s share, all the while giggling about gloves of all things. it’s safe to assume that they were both kicked out, if the ten drinks they had ordered were of any significance. as they help each other up while making their way onto the streets of mondstadt, they leave behind a bill fit for a feast, and a night that they will certainly remember (especially due to the nasty hangovers they will inevitably wake up to the following morning). 

[angelicspaceprince]

No-So-Hidden Agenda

Author: Anna

Title: Not-So-Hidden Agenda

Character/s: Gabriel, Balthazar, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Gabriel/Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 6, 846 words

Warnings/Tags: No smut, Gabriel being a dick for some of it, Changing Channels, shows like The Bachelor, me basically taking the piss (me if I was in this situation), plus size reader, some self criticism

Summary: When you first met the Trickster, he was playing the role of a janitor. Then, he found pleasure in trapping Dean in an endless round of murderous Tuesdays. Now? Now he’s finding endless joy in separating you from your brothers and pushing you around different TV shows. He doesn’t appear to have an agenda, but that doesn’t seem anything like him. So, why exactly is he throwing you into his version of Married at First Sight? 

Notes: My mum watches a lot of tv surrounding romance or whatever (The Bachelor and Married At First Sight) so I thought eh. Changing Channels but with these programs. Also, ROMANCE IS NOT MY THING I’m sorry if it ain’t romantic.

Tags: oddone92, bethisaghost, elyshakate, thewhiterabbit42, spearqueenbean, thoughtfullyoptimisticgalaxy, duckgirl6, micas-dont-like-rain, vitosfangirl, lilacprincessofrecovery, fanfictionandjunk, angeus320, authoressskr - if you want to be tagged, shout me a message!

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Not-So-Hidden Agenda

You had begun hunting with the Winchesters since you were twelve, your hunter guardians having died during a hunt. Bobby had been close to the people who raised you, and took you in. John later allowed you to start hunting with them, but you were sure Bobby had something to do with that.

So, as you’d expect, you had become like a third sibling to the Winchester brothers, and even when Sam decided to leave for college, you stayed with Dean to continue hunting. When John went missing and Sam had to drop out after the death of his girlfriend, you were always guaranteed to be there.

So, when you were investigating an apparent angry spirit who had gotten a professor to jump to his death, although you were sure he was pushed or tripped, you were there to help the boys. And that’s where you first met the Trickster.

When you first met him, he was all eyes and suggestive comments, flirting with you during the entire time you had to talk to him, every single conversation. When the boys were fighting and pranking each other, you took it upon yourself to delve deeper into the investigation which meant more discussions with the janitor, not that you minded. His conversations were light and easy and he always was fully stocked in your favourite candy and snacks, which was always a bonus.

Then you found out he was a Trickster and was the cause of all the deaths and/or humiliations that had happened since you caught wind of the case. When the three of you went into the school to gank him, the three of you were quickly separated but you figured you’d be okay. You didn’t have a weapon on you (your choice, you didn’t feel like you could stab something you saw to be practically human) so you decided to keep an eye out in case the Trickster managed to sneak out.

Then it happened.

When you turned the corner, your stomach dropped and your heart started to pulse, fast and loud. There, at the end of the corridor, was the one thing you feared more than anything else, huge and menacing as it apparently stares you down, intent clear in its posture.

You didn’t even think, you just turned and ran, twisting through the hallways as you tried to slip away from the illusion behind you, which you could hear was hot on your heels.

You knew it was fake but so were the alligators and the aliens and the freaking ghost. You weren’t gonna take that chance.

What you didn’t know at the time that, instead of shaking it off, it was herding you towards the lockers where you were promptly locked in. You huddled in the corner as the illusion that chased you stood outside the door, holding it shut.

You could see the black spots appearing in your vision as you began to hyperventilate, just being in close proximity to your fear affected you in such an extreme way as you pushed your body up against the wall in an attempt to get as far away as physically possible to that door.

It was probably only five minutes, but it felt like an eternity when the illusion finally fizzled out of existence. Your body was shaking, you were most likely crying you weren’t completely sure, but you knew you were safe. And when you finally could stand (with the help of Sam, not that you’d ever admit that), you felt the weight in your jacket pocket.

When you pulled the mysterious object out, it was your favourite candy with a small note.

Until next time sugar.

You didn’t tell Sam and Dean about the note.

Fast forward a few years and Sam and you were stuck in a time loop. Sam was convinced it was the mystery spot, but you weren’t convinced. Everything was the same, the piano being forced upstairs, the driver who’s keys you and Sam eventually had to start pinching, Dean’s freaking order, the time you guys leave the house when you leave the house, the damned dog yapping away, even the creepy man eating his breakfast who was sure to wink and send a suggestive comment to you at the diner, which Sam and Dean were always quick to shut down. When the Trickster finally messed up, you were pretty pissed. When he caught up with you, you tried your best to ignore him.

“C’mon sweets, aren’t you at least a little happy to see me?”

“You killed Dean hundreds of times, why would I be happy to see you?”

“I mean I told you I was alive, and I was hinting at you the entire time we were at the diner.”

“Hundreds of Tuesdays and only one pick up line. Only one in your arsenal.” Before the Trickster could make a remark about your arsenal, you stalked off. The next thing you know, you are waking up, looking over to Sam relieved when Asia’s Heat of the Moment wasn’t playing.

Dean died not even an hour later.

Sam and you went on the hunt for the Trickster, desperate to bring him back. Dean didn’t have long left topside anyway, but every minute he spent with you guys the more you had to remember him by. Hell, you even contacted the angel you had worked with on previous cases when the boys weren’t available, because for some reason, God decided you were special enough to have your own guardian angel. Balthazar, as it turned out, could be of no help. But, he could push you in the right direction.

So, you fought on and finally found the Trickster. You ran in when Sam called out your name and, sure enough, there was the stupid face that you were so attracted to, holding onto Sam’s stake as he moves to see you, smiling brightly.

“Hello there sugar plum!”

“Fuck off.”

Sam interrupted before you went ape shit on the guy, but even his pleading didn’t change his mind.

“It’s toxic! One of you dies, the other two go running off to save them no matter what the cost and its pathetic.” His eyes flickered over to yours that were filling with tears.

“Please.” You finally said, voice breaking as you finally break your silence. “He’s our brother.” The Trickster huffed.

“Fine. It got boring ages ago anyway.” Before he could click his fingers, you grabbed his arm tightly.

“Thank you.” You said, voice thick with emotion.

“Anything for you sweets.” With a quick wink and a snap of his fingers, it was all back to normal.

And, just like before, a bar of candy and a note was found in your pocket.

Stay safe, sugar plum.

You figured that was the end of that. No more Trickster, no more troubles, just focus on not starting and then stopping the apocalypse and you’ll be fine.

So, when Sam suggests they find the Trickster and ask for his help, you could say you were pretty livid. The idea that Sam wanted to ask for help from that bastard that gave you guys hell for months, killed Dean over and over and trapped you in a room with no escape was pretty fucking stupid to you. And enraging.

But, Dean eventually agreed with Sam and as always, at least in the Impala, majority rules. So, you set off after the Trickster, tracking him to a warehouse.

You insisted on a stake this time, not wanting to risk anything as you slowly make your way into the warehouse when you realised three things

One. You were no longer with your brothers.

Two. You weren’t in the clothes you originally were wearing.

Three. You had no fucking idea where you were.

That leaves you where you are now. As it turned out, you were trapped in a limousine that was heading towards a mansion where, standing outside in a full suit, was the Trickster. The dress you were wearing was long and impractical but clung to your curves and accentuated your body. The make up on your body, a rare occurrence, was light and highlighted your best features. And the moment you were practically pushed out of the limousine, you knew exactly where you were.

Inside the fucking Bachelor.

You have got to be kidding.

You all but stalked to the Trickster, heels making is slightly difficult but determination making it all too possible as you stand in front of him.

“Y/N! You look gorgeous sweets!” He compliments as he moves to hug you, but you step back, hand out as a warning.

“What the fuck? What is going on?” The Trickster smiles before spinning.

“You like? Got inspiration from Dean-o’s channel flicking earlier.” He is clearly pleased with himself. You raise an eyebrow.

“It’s becoming more and more apparent that you’ve never had an original thought in your life.” His body slightly deflates as you keep your guard up. “Where are the boys?”

“Safe.” Is all he says. “C’mon, enjoy this!” Your eyes don’t leave him, tracking his every move. He’d taken away your stake, but you were sure you could make another one.

“No offence, but why would I believe you?” You could see your words hurt him but he plays it off as if it’s a funny joke.

“C’mon, sugar, relax! This is gonna be fun!”

It wasn’t.

After the realisation you were stuck in that stupid show, you knew what was going to eventually happen. A rose ceremony.

You were overjoyed he didn’t make you go through the agony of a single or group date, rather just letting you sleep for the night and then have the rose ceremony the next day.

The music was tense as you stood with the other girls, all of whom were eerily similar to you it was almost creepy. When the Trickster walked in, confident as always, you couldn’t help but feel the small pang in your lower stomach. That suit really did look fucking amazing on him.

It was no shock to you when your name was called out relatively towards the top. You decided to play along and walk up to the demi-god, your clearly unimpressed feelings radiating from you.

“Y/N, will you take this rose?” He asks charmingly as he looks down at you.

“Can I shove it up your ass?” You smile sweetly. His smile falters before the scene changes and he’s gone.

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It had been three days since that incident, and the amount of shows you had been shoved between was immense and disorientating. The Trickster – Dick, as you had come to name him – had come and gone whenever it suited him, but for the most part you were stuck in rom coms that meant that random characters would come up to you and talk him up.

Only Dick would put you through a series of movies and shows that stroked his ego.

But the one you were stuck in now had you pretty much with him 24/7.

Fucking Married at First Sight.

When you first realised where you were, you weren’t impressed. Until the wedding. It was almost like he had been in your brain – you wouldn’t put that past him – and picked it until he could create your perfect wedding. From the dress, to the venue, the flowers, heck even the food, it was all that you imagined. You had vows that he clearly had written for you, and you decided to play along.

As a hunter, you knew the chances of you getting married where incredibly slim, your line of work didn’t leave much for you in the dating department. So, just this once, you were willing to play along and live out the dream you had since you were a child. And if that meant talking him up and making him feel like he was the sun and the stars to you, you were willing to give him that little something.

Don’t even think that you were going to consummate the marriage, however. That’d be too weird.

You did kiss him though, and you weren’t shy to admit that it was nice. He knew how to kiss.

But that was three weeks ago, and you didn’t realise that you were going to be doing literally everything to do with the show. Including talking to the ‘experts’, aka the sex addict ‘relationship experts’.

Dick took it way too seriously. You were flawed with his whining comment said during this weeks ‘session’.

“Why aren’t you trying in this marriage, Y/N?” He slid down into the couch as he complains.

You look at him in shock. “Because I don’t want to be here. Or in this.”

“Y/N, you said you don’t want to be here and yet you auditioned to join the show. Was Dick not what you were expecting?” You shrugged.

“No. He isn’t my type.”

“What would say is your type?”

“Funny.” Was the first thing that blurted from your mouth. “Gotta be funny, loyal and able to take care of themselves. I don’t have time to take care of you when I’m on a hunt. Loving, affectionate, but can tell when I need my space. Romance isn’t high on my list, but I don’t mind it. Kind.” You pause. “Someone who will accept me for me. Who won’t try and change me, but challenge me. Who will love me no matter what. Someone who isn’t afraid to be undeniably themselves.” You finish softly as your jaw clicks as you finish your verbal vomit. “What did you do?”

“Nothing sweets, I swear.” He moves to put his arm around you, trying to comfort you, ignoring the way you stiffen in retaliation. “Everything you just said came from you, I’d never force you to say something like that.”

“You wrote my wedding vows.”

“Perhaps. But I wouldn’t make you share something personal.”

You believe him, but that didn’t stop your embarrassment as you realise who you just described.

You had described him.

That week, it was Yes Week and you were the one in charge. You quickly got to work, making him do all the cleaning, cooking, washing, all the grunt work. The human way.

He did it happily, humming away as he did it. Even did small things to make you smile, small notes found around the apartment, your favourite flowers found in weird areas around your house, making your favourite meals. He claimed it was your birthday at one point, so he baked a cake and iced it, all by hand, in his boxers, singing obnoxiously and cracked jokes. Really funny jokes. That irked you because you didn’t want to laugh, but by God, he cracked you up.

Being married to Dick wasn’t such a bad thing. Yes, you still asked about the boys on a daily basis, and he assured you they were safe. Even showed you on the TV them on the Japanese game show, which gave you a good belly laugh. Just seeing them as okay and alive made you happy, and even though it pissed him off that your main concern were always the boys he made the effort not to get cranky. He pulled every stop to make you happy. And that meant a lot.

When the following week came along, you were pretty annoyed when he had something else to complain about.

“There is no intimacy, we are never physically intimate and it hurts. They won’t even let me kiss them!” You slowly turn to look at the Trickster.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I barely even know you and you are complaining that I refuse to have sex with you? What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” You were livid, what the hell? Why would he see that as a problem when you were pissy at him to begin with.

The scene seems to pause before fizzing out and, yet again, Dick disappears and you are in a new setting.

~~~

You were a bigger girl, yes you had muscle from your years of hunting, but you were larger before then and you were larger now. You had some issues growing up with your size, but you had gotten over it quick. There was no room for self-doubt about your size and the way you looked when you were busy shanking monsters. But still, it sometimes would weave its way into your life.

Which made this incredibly hard.

You were stuck in 1912, more specifically, in the movie Titanic. The shittiest movie of all time.

Dick had kept you company but you knew you weren’t the ‘perfect’ body shape of the era and you felt it, which made it hard for you to really even hate the experience.

You were almost at the crucial scene where iceberg met boat, and you were 99% sure that Dick was going to make you do the door scene when Balthazar suddenly appeared in your view. You were, for the first time in a while, alone when he suddenly flew in front of you.

“Y/N!” He sounds relived. “Thank fuck, Cassie’s been worried. You’ve been missing for days.” You blink as he observes your surroundings. “Oh Father, not this hell hole. C’mon, lets go before Celine makes an appearance.”

“Days? What about Sam and Dean?”

“Fuck it if I know, let’s get you out of here.” Just before he goes to touch you, he’s pushed up against the wall as the Trickster appears next to you. Balthazar’s eyes widen in shock.

“Gab-” He’s cut short as he starts to choke. Funny, you didn’t think angels could choke.

“Leave him alone.” You turn to Dick. “Leave him alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s my guardian.” The Trickster simply smirks as Balthazar clearly begins to panic.

“I think your guardian here needs a bit of a break.” He says calmly before clicking his fingers and Balthazar, as quick as he came, is gone.

“Where is he?” When he doesn’t answer, you push him firmly until he walks up against the railing of the boat. “Where. Is. He?” He shrugs.

“In a loop of his own little Hell.” You look at him confused, causing him to roll his eyes so dramatically that his whole body gets involved. “He’s stuck in another Titanic, but on repeat.” It takes a moment for you to realise something else.

“He called you Gabe.” You say slowly as you look up at him. “Is that your name?” He winks.

“Can’t let you in on all my secrets.” With that, he was gone.

~~~

It was clear now that whenever the Trickster – now Gabe – was stuck on what to say or in a situation he wasn’t comfortable in, he’d change the channel, so to speak. But you were never uncomfortable. Now, however, was a different story.

It took you thirty seconds to place where you were placed now, with the shapeless dress, the green hills and foggy morning, and, most importantly, the Trickster’s stupid costume and stupid tall hat.

Fucking Pride and Prejudice.

“When are you going to send me into something that is, I don’t know, slightly entertaining?” You snark as he takes off his hat.

“You truly don’t know why I’m putting you through this?” He asks softly.

“Sorry if I’m not as smart as you but you haven’t exactly been clear with what you want from this.” You can tell he looks super confused, as if what you had just said was in complete gibberish.

“I…I thought I made it pretty clear, sugar.” You shrug.

“Not to me. Where’s Sam and Dean?”

“You’ve asked me this literally every five minutes, can you just forget about them for five minutes and see what I’m providing for you?”

Your reply is a snort.

“Just…trust me on this. Please?”

Your blood boils. “Trust you? You sent my worst fear after me at Crawford Hall! You then decided to trap my brothers and I in an infinite number of Tuesdays where he died over and over, and yes, some of them admittedly were funny but he still died, and then you killed him for six months! My brother! And now, you’ve separated me from them doing God knows what, you won’t even tell me your name and you want me to trust you? How fucking stupid are you?!” The Trickster winces several times during your rant. “I mean, c’mon! I know you’ve got an agenda here, just tell me what it is so I can pretend to be on board, get Sam and Dean and can get out of this hell.”

He looks at you strangely. “An agenda?” You roll your eyes dramatically. “You really can’t tell what I’m doing here?” You look straight at him.

“With you? No. Never.” He looks slightly distraught.

“Sweets, its right in front of your face.” He does a dramatic spin with his arms held out. “Just think about it, where have you been? What’s the linking factor?”

“They’re all shit.” Your quick reply causes him to sigh.

“It’ll hit you eventually.” He hums. “How about a change of scenery?”

Before you can even protest, he clicks his fingers and the two of you fizz out of the Jane Austen novel and into your next ‘channel’.

~~~

The catsuit was incredibly uncomfortable, tight in all the right – and wrong – places, but it made you feel vulnerable rather than sexy.

You had already taken such glee out of punching some dickhead who was, for some reason, singing the line ‘tell me more, tell me more, did she put up a fight?’, causing a very amused Gabe to wink at you and allow you to go to town on the boy.

He wasn’t too impressed when you started flirting with other people, however. They all instantly turned into him, which really irked you. You ended punching his stupid face a few times too. Heck, you even experimented and flirted with a couple of girls. Same outcome. The little shit.

But when you woke up and found yourself suddenly out of the relatively loose clothing and now in the tight leather catsuit. You simply looked over at Gabe and raised an eyebrow when the first few bars of ‘You’re The One That I Want’ started playing. The music instantly stops and he simply smiles your way.

“Looking good, sugar!” He compliments as he moves to sit next to you.

“I feel gross.” You complain. “A catsuit? Seriously? Could you get me in something a little tighter?”

“If you’re asking-” Your glare stops him in his tracks. “I think you look good.”

“You think my ass looks good.”

“Isn’t that what I said?” He responds cheekily. You shake your head.

“The boys okay?” You ask quietly after a few minutes go by. He lets out a dramatic groan.

“Seriously?” You shrug, not turning to look at him.

“They’re my brothers, family. I gotta make sure they’re okay. That’s my job, ya know?” You explain softly. “Just….are they safe?” He seems to soften.

“They’re fine. Sam has herpes.” You snort loudly when he tells you this. “But they are fine. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt them permanently, sugar.” He promises. “Figured it out yet?”

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’. He sighs dramatically.

“I’ve made this incredibly obvious, ya know?” You look at him, amused.

“Not to me, it isn’t.” He does a full body eye-roll.

“Only I would get involved with the most oblivious person in Creation.” He mutters.

“Get involved with?” You question.

“Don’t worry about it, sugar pop.” He smiles charmingly down at you. “Not that I don’t appreciate the scenery, but I’ve had enough of sitting around a high school. Change of scenery?”

Before you could even agree or disagree, the scene around you changes.

~~~

This was a new one. You were standing at a podium with twenty-four other women, all dressed in beautiful dresses, looking at the middle of the stage where, surprise surprise, Gabe was standing.

Oh.

Oh shit.

You recognised this show from the nights where you and Dean couldn’t sleep.

Are You The One?

It suddenly all clicked into place. Every single show you’d been on wasn’t to make you uncomfortable.

It was to freaking woo you. What the actual fuck was he thinking?

You automatically go to press the buzzer along side five other women, the only difference? Your buzzer doesn’t work.

You didn’t want to be here, you wanted out. Out. Out. You never had to deal with this before, your hunter demeanour went with you everywhere making you scary and unapproachable to most men. You didn’t know how to act, how to feel, how to continue.

You couldn’t even concentrate on the video playing, you were too busy trying not to hyperventilate as your hand stays firmly down on the button that refuses to buzz you out. You were weak at your knees and could hear your heart pounding loudly as you try your best not to faint.

Two hands suddenly wrap around you and hold you up. “Sweets, sweets, are you okay? Sweets, can you hear me? Sugar?”

You can barely hear the Trickster’s voice over the pounding in your ears. “Get me out of here.” When it doesn’t happen instantaneously. “Please. I know what you have been trying to do, but please, please, get me out of here.”

A quick snap of his fingers and you were gone.

~~~

You were out of the Hell you had called TV Land and in what you’d imagine was what was more or less a pocket dimension of the real world, which you were okay with. You could handle this much better than all of the fictional crap you’d been made to deal with. From what you could tell, you were at a café somewhere, but when you looked up, all you saw were stars. No pollution from any cities nearby meant you have a clear view of the galaxies above.

It was beautiful. Calm. And it, as a result, calmed you down, stopping the panic that once consumed you.

A sudden shift in the air lets you know Gabe has arrived. “Do you understand now?”

“That this is all a ploy to woo me?” You move your gaze to meet liquid gold. “No I don’t understand, but I know what you’re planning.” He looks at you confused.

“What don’t you understand?”

“Why me?” You shrug. “I mean, how old are you? Centuries? Millenia? Real fucking old in any case. You’ve seen women who are twice or three times more attractive than me, you see women all the time who are way better than me. So why go to all this trouble, unless you think its because I have some hold on the boys?”

He sighs dramatically as he leans back in his chair and stares up into the heavens. “Why won’t you trust me?” Your look is deadly.

“I don’t know, why wouldn’t I trust you after killing my brother endlessly for days on end, or after releasing my biggest fear after me and locking me into a room so I couldn’t get out, or after separating me from my brother’s in an attempt to humiliate them and woo me?” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm. “You really think that after all that that I’d be into you? That it would forgive everything that you did?”

“Well….yeah? I mean. I gave you a rose, and not just any rose. A chocolate rose.” You raise an unamused eyebrow in his direction, not impressed with his joke. He rubs his face. “Sweets, I know you have ample reason not to trust me, but I do care about you.” You go to stand. “Wait, please, can you just,” he sighs, clearly not happy with the way things are going, “can you just sit and let me talk?”

Against better judgement, you do. Gabe looks incredibly unsure of what he was going to do next. “You gonna talk or what?”

“I’m trying to figure out what to say.” He admits. It was unusual to see him stuck on what to say or do, and as a result you were unsure of what to say or do. Finally, he starts. “Why don’t you believe that I like you?” You scoff.

“Look at me!” You indicate at your voluptuous body. “I’m not exactly super model quality. I snap at people, I’ve attempted to stab you, what, sixteen times since you snapped me away. I don’t have time for people, I am a hunter, which means that there is no time for a relationship and my lifespan has been knocked down by a decade or two. I’m not exactly the best of people to work with, let alone date. You will live for a long time after me, and you are…well, you. All powerful, just desserts and all that. Why would you be interested in an insignificant mortal like me?”

He looks a little taken a back by your rant as he moves forward, leaning over the table to grab your attention.

“Sweets, you are so, so wrong.” He begins, grabbing your hands, causing you to hold back a shiver as electricity flows between the two of you. “Sweets, everything about you, I’ve fallen in love with. Your eyes, fuck sugar, you have no idea how wise your eyes look, like you’ve lived a thousand life times and yet they are youthful. Mischievous. You hands,” he moves to press a small kiss in each of your palms, small sparks tingle through you when he does, “you have no idea how strong you are, how hard you work. Your hands show that, how hard you work to protect yourself and those around you. You are intelligent, and quick-witted, and powerful in your own right. You kicked my butt twice, and literally every other human I’ve met haven’t even been able to touch me. And that’s kinda hot.” His thumbs start to rub circles on your wrists, keeping you calm as he continues. “You’re loyal to a fault, the fact you won’t shut up about your idiot brothers proves that.” You roll your eyes, opening your mouth for a rebuttal, but he isn’t finished. “You keep me on my toes, and I’ve never been good at vocalising my feelings, but sugar, I wouldn’t have done something like this unless I genuinely felt something for you.” You snort.

“So this is your messed up way of saying I love you, please give me a chance?” You retort.

“Yes!” He exclaims, hands now flying in the air. “And your body, sweets? I would be lying if it wasn’t the one thing on my mind when I go to bed at night.” You send him an unamused smirk. “And I know you like me too.”

“Yeah right.” You lean back in your chair to avoid being touched by him again. “What makes you say that?”

“When we were on the couch.” He smirks confidently. “You described me.”

“You are incredibly arrogant to think that I’d be into you.” You attempt to distract him from the fact that, yes, you did describe him down to a T.

“Funny.” He starts, causing your heart to drop.

Don’t tell me he remembers all of it?

But of course he did.

“You can’t deny that I’ve got a wicked sense of humour, sweetheart. Loyal? Able to take care of myself? Sweetness, I think that if this proves anything I’m loyal to a cause and I’m perfectly able to take care of myself.” He begins to pace around the table slowly as he recites your list. “I’m affectionate, overly so I’ve been informed but I know you. I could tell during this entire thing when you needed space, and I provided it for you. Romantic, pssh.” A small flower seems to grow on the plate in front of you as he leans down to whisper into your ear. “I can be romantic when I want to be. Seductive too.” You move your head away to look at him, clearly not amused. “I know you don’t think it but I’m kind! Saved a puppy in my day. Even what I did that caused us to first meet I’d argue as being kind. Douchebag is being douchebaggy? Small dose of humiliation to put them in their place and to stop them being a dick. Professor threatens to fail students unless they have sex with him, cheating on his wife whilst doing so? Sugar, we both agree that they aren’t worth the living space that they take up.” You don’t agree, but he takes your silence as such. “I accept you for you, you know this surely. I’ve never stopped you from hunting, or tried to change you whilst you have been here.”

“Only my opinion.”

“I’m trying to make you see what I know you feel but refuse to admit.” He rebuts. “You can’t deny that I challenge you. I will love you, I do love you, no matter what. And we can both agree that I’m undeniably and unapologetically myself.” He stops, standing right in front of you so you have to crane your neck up to see him, toe to toe. “I check everything on your list. And you know that.”

“I’m not interested in anyone who doesn’t tell me their name.” You smile tightly.

“Gabriel.” He says without hesitation as your stomach drops when you realise exactly who he is. He seems to notice your sudden hesitation. “Just…think about it okay? Dean-o’s calling me, but I’ll be back.”

With that, he’s gone.

Your brain was racing, you knew he ticked your boxed and he was incredibly attractive, but could you really trust him? After everything he did? And, with his full name and the fact that Balthazar knew who he was made it pretty much confirmed in your mind that you weren’t dealing with a Trickster. But an archangel.

Fuck, that made things harder. It was one thing to him to be a demi-god, but an angel? One of God’s best? Fuck that shit, you were completely out of your depth.

Before your brain could dig itself further into a hole, everything around you becomes black and white static as you are whisked away from your beautiful spot surrounded by stars back into the warehouse you originally were when this mess started. There, in the circle of fire, was Gabriel.

“Y/N!” Dean sounds relieved. “Are you okay? What did the sonofabitch do to you?” You simply hold up your hand, indicating to him to stop.

“He did nothing, Dean. Just whisked me around some crap TV shows before I was pulled back here.” Gabriel looked relieved that you didn’t tell him the whole truth of the situation.

“We finally figured out who he-”

“He’s Gabriel the archangel.” You finish for him, eyes never leaving his as Castiel looks over at you, clearly confused. “Holy fire?” You nod at the circle. Gabriel simply nods, looking slightly annoyed. Dean grabs your arm.

“We’re heading.” He indicates to the door but you pull your arm away.

“I want five minutes with Gabriel. Alone.” You insist. Dean looks down at you, unsure if that’s a good idea. “I’ll be fine Dean.” You smile up at him. “Just have something private to talk to Steve about.”

“My name is Gabriel.”

“Oh, I thought that you might have had another name Nancy, God knows how many you’ve had over the years.”

That seemed to satisfy him and Sam as they all but pull Cas away from the situation, leaving you and the archangel alone. Silence ticks over between the two of you.

“So. Is this the part where you shank me with the angel blade that your guardian gave you? Newsflash, sweets, won’t work on me. Archangel and all.” The smile he sends you is bittersweet.

You shake your head. “No. But I would like to start with. What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Gabriel?” He looks at you as you continue to stress his name, clearly not sure where this conversation was going. Good. “You are in hiding, I gather, seeings that you were perfectly happy pretending to be a Trickster.”

“The Trickster.” The look on his face is clearly over-confident to make up for something. “Witness protection. To the Pagans, I’m Loki.” You roll your eyes, whispering an ‘of bloody course’.

“That’s besides the point.” You continue on. “Your brothers and sisters don’t know where you are, do they Gabriel?”

“If you’re threatening to out me-”

“For fuck’s sake, Gabriel, stop thinking that I’m going to stab you in the back!” You finally shout. “I don’t care if you are in hiding, it’s none of my business why you ran and to be honest, I could really care less at this point, but what I do want to know is why the hell you’d get involved with Heaven’s business if you are hiding from your siblings?”

“Don’t you dare think that I don’t love the-”

You hold your hand up again, pinching the bridge of your nose before taking a deep breath to calm yourself. “I get it Gabriel. Okay? You don’t always get along with family. You take breaks and live your own life, that’s normal. That’s family. Sam did the exact same thing for four years, and it did him the world of good. I’m sure it has for you too. But,” you move forward as you talk until you can’t move forward unless you want to get licked by the fire, “why get involved when you’ve cut yourself off?” His jaw clicks.

“I want it to be over! I’ve had enough of the stabbing, the fighting, the ‘where’s Dad? I don’t know, you don’t know? Let’s try and run things and hope it doesn’t all go to shit!’. I’ve had it!” His voice slowly gets louder, more emotional.

“Please don’t yell at me Gabriel, I’m not yelling at you.” You respond calmly, quietly. “I can empathise with what you are saying, but these are my brothers you are asking to fight against each other, almost certainly ending with the death of both of them. You hate experiencing that, so why should I? There are other ways Gabriel, surely you can see that.”

“How did you know that I was trying to get them to convince them to say yes?” He looks at you suspiciously.

“You were trying to woo me by putting me through supposedly romantic shows and movies. You were making the boys go through random shows, not letting them pass unless they played their roles. It’s kinda easy to figure out.”

“Boys didn’t think so.”

“The boys are stupid when it comes to subtext.” You shake your head. “I considered what you said.” He doesn’t look happy about that.

“If you’re just going to-”

“Stop assuming what I mean.” You instruct firmly and he shuts up. “We are currently fighting your brother in the hopes we can find a way to not have him take over the world and kill all humans, and I’m talking about both of them by the way. I just….I can’t right now.”

He shrugs, playing it off as if it was nothing to him. “Whatever, sugar. All I can say is that you’re missing out. Care to set me free now?” You cross your arms. “You weren’t finished?”

“No.” You give him a knowing smile. “You are one to jump the gun, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been told that once or twice.”

“Well don’t.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He was beginning to sound hopeful. “I’m not saying definitely yes, however,” you stop him from talking, his mouth closing as quickly as it opened, “after all of this,” you wave your hand behind you to accentuate your point, “has blown over? I’m willing to give it a go.”

“Really?” Oh God, it was like you had told him you were getting him a puppy for Christmas. He perked up and looked possibly the most excited you’d ever seen him.

“Yeah. I mean, if Dean can pussyfoot around dating Cas, why can’t I date his older brother so we can make fun of the both of them?” He seems amused.

“So, once this is all over?”

“Ask then, I’ll most definitely say yes.” You turn and see the fire alarm by the front door. “But, for now, lets keep this between us? I don’t want Dean at least trying to shank you.”

“One thing, sugar?” You hum. “Why do you keep saying my name?”

You smile sweetly over to him. “Like the way it sounds. Suits you, much better than any other name you have.”

You step back, moving to break and activate the alarm. Water starts to spray inside, and the holy fire circle quickly goes out, and within seconds, he’s gone and behind you, pulling you close.

“I’ll see you when this is all over, sugar.” He growls into your ear before disappearing all together. Outside, you hear Dean’s swearing, and you rush to see what’s wrong before cracking up laughing.

As a parting gift, Gabriel had changed the Impala to the Mystery Machine.

Dean was pissed.

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Seemed like fun... credit to @vampiretsuki for coming up with the questions.

Rules: Answer the Questions and Tag whomever you want to tag~

1.- Would you rather wear Carla’s Scarf or Shin’s eyepatch?

Carla's scarf. I tend to always wear a scarf anyway and like the fact that Carla's is big enough to hide behind.

2.- Which moments has been the most shocking to you? (Game, Manga, CD Drama, Stage Play, Anime)

Could we stop removing Azusa's arm? Has the poor child not suffered enough? Laito and Kou's back stories make my heart hurt. Ayato's back story is too close to home for me to be comfortable with... I didn't want these feels can I have a refund please?

3.- Have you had a Diaboy whom you hated (or had very little interest) and now you love him? 

Ayato. His inability to wear clothing correctly or engage his brain before he acts still irritates me. I do think he'd be pretty fun to hang out with when he's not being too competitive... and he does have his adorable moments, like when he plays air hockey with Subaru. He's grown on me.

4.- Which moments (Game, Manga, etc) has made you laugh the most?

Manga: When Yui describes what a fruit tart is and Yuma is all HELL YEAH! MAKE IT NOW WOMAN! NOW!

Game: When Kou asks Yui and Azusa not to tell his ravenous fan girls where he's hiding and Azusa immediately points to where Kou is in the hopes that Kou will hurt him. Azusa! You little shit!

Drama CD: Curse of Odessa: They are all trying to work out why it's happening and suspect Laito who swears innocence and then is all "Wait, oh you mean that girl? Christ, that was years ago... Oh yeah I totally tapped that, my bad ~ Nfu".

5.- Which moments has made you cry the most?

Azusa "What do you think the saddest thing in the world is? It’s not dying as you would think. It’s not being wanted by anyone."

Man down! Man down! Send medic!

6.-Which moments has been the scariest for you? 

Kanato. Just Kanato. He terrifies me. Probably because I know he'd wrap me around his little finger and I'd lose all sense of my own identity. He very much reminds me of my toxic mother 😬

7.- Which moments has made you the angriest? 

Papa Maki setting up the chain of events that cause the population boom, orphanage crisis and subsequently Ruki's father's suicide. Perfect piece of story telling that just highlights the utter evil that men do.

Really hammers home that he is not just a cold absentee father, he's an evil puppeteer that's been manipulating and manovering his chess pieces for centuries. Damn I love a good villain.

8.- Would you like to be a student at their nocturnal school? Would you stalk/see what the Diaboys are up to? Who? (Only pick 3 diaboys!)

I'm a night owl so nocturnal school would have been a dream for me. I'm also a loner so I probably would steer clear of the boys as they attract too much attention...

I'd probably ask Yuma where he got his cardigan from (I love that cardigan). Be utterly in love with Reiji (because I'm weak for intelligence coupled with snark, bonus points for glasses) and cause myself no end of issues by telling Laito (repeatedly) he looks like a dick in that hat.

9.- Have you had any DL Dreams? if so… Tell us your favorite or your most recent~!

I rarely remember my dreams, which is probably a good thing.

10.- Is there something/habit a diaboy does that bothers/annoys you? 

Kou. Everything about Kou annoys me. I don't actually hate him, I just... I can imagine he would bounce up to you and start yapping away before you'd managed to neck your first coffee of the morning. I really really like angry grumpy mean Kou but as soon as the idol personality comes out I want to smack him with a shovel.

11.- Is there something/habit a diaboy does that makes your heart flutter/melt?

Shu not giving a shit but being naturally awesome at anything he actually does. Like I said I'm a sucker for intelligence but couple that with actual skill and I'm going to stick you on a pedestal. I'm trash so whenever anyone gets rough or chokes someone ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tags (please don't hate me for tagging and feel free to ignore or scream at me for involving you!): @gin-no-bara @teadrinkerbirb @idrankthepoisonedteaagain @nevaeh-naeva