#ooc: this is why i have to answer right away cause otherwise i forget SORRY

[certified-prettyboy]

You never are, Marvin. Always got something to bitch about with me, haven't you? Never "Oh, how was your day Whizzer?" never "Oh, it's good to see you Whizzer!" Always a complaint.

..Marvin? I'm sorry for not coming home the other night I was busy.

- Whizzer ( @certified-prettyboy )

It's fine.

[kaalamarii]

Figure My Heart Out (SatanxGN!MC)

ObeyMax Satan day

Warnings: sex, but not really graphic or detailed. Some jealousy. Mostly just fluff and Satan having feelings. Probably ooc Satan.

Masterlist

It wasn’t the most romantic, MC leaning over the bathroom sink with their underwear around their ankles, legs spread. Satan stood behind them, pants down just enough to let his cock out, slamming in and out of them. He let out grunts and small groans and complaints about whatever it was that was making him feel wrathful today. His fingers gripped MC’s hips, making marks in their skin. 

It all started weeks ago. Satan had been stressed. Starting arguments with his brothers, throwing tantrums when things didn’t go his way, the usual wrath, but worse. It had been going on for a while, and it was making the whole house uncomfortable. The Brothers and MC mostly stayed in their rooms, complaining to each other about the fourth oldest in group messages.

It was something Asmo said in one of those chats that stayed with MC, something they couldn’t stop thinking about. 

Maybe he needs to get laid.

The brothers all blew him off (except Mammon, who replied, “Don’t we all.”), and although MC joined them in laughing about it, they thought maybe there was some truth to it. When Satan was around, whether in class or just around the House of Lamentation, MC couldn’t help but watch him and wonder. He was handsome, they had to admit.

The two hadn’t spoken much since MC got to Devildom. Satan was almost always nose deep in a book, closed off to the world. Not to mention, he always seemed pissed at something or otherwise disinterested in any matters regarding the human. He was friendly enough, but MC definitely didn’t think much of him. They were acquaintances and rarely even thought of each other.

Until that message from Asmo.

After a particularly nasty argument with Lucifer, Satan had stormed off to his room, and MC decided just to go for it. Praying that they didn’t get murdered by the Avatar of Wrath, they got up and followed him.

“Hey, Satan,” they called out, causing the demon to stop and look back at them. 

“What do you want?”

“Oh, um…I wanted to see if you had a book in your room.”

Satan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “I have a lot of books, you might want to be more specific.”

MC chuckled nervously. “Right. Um, I was hoping for some suggestions.”

Satan didn’t answer for a moment, considering what to say. No, he didn’t really want some stupid fucking human in his room. He was irritated as hell right now, and the last thing he wanted was MC rooting around in his book collection. Though he was always up to talk about books. 

And they looked so pathetic, nervously messing with their clothing and avoiding his eyes, giving him awkward, forced smiles.

Satan sighed and nodded his head toward his bedroom. MC smiled, following the demon in.

“What do you like to read?” he asked, picking up a pile of books off the floor and flipping through them, considering which ones to give to MC.

MC shrugged. “A little bit of everything, I guess. I liked Harry Potter as a kid.”

They looked around his room, shifting uncomfortably. It was annoying. 

“Why are you so nervous?” he asked, handing MC a book. 

MC watched him as he ran a finger along the spines of some books on a shelf. “Sorry. I just...I’ve noticed you’ve been...stressed lately.”

“And?”

“Sometimes when I’m really cranky, there’s certain things that relieve that.”

Satan laughed. “Cranky? I’m the Avatar of Wrath. You being a little fussy when your tummy hurts is not the same as the wrath of a demon.”

“I know. But when I’m stressed, I find that there’s one thing in particular that helps with it.”

“And that is?” Satan crossed his arms, an amused looked on his face.

MC sighed, running a hand over the book he had given them. “Sex,” they uttered.

Satan lost his amused smile, his eyes widening a little. “Excuse me? Did you just say…”

MC nodded. “I wanted to let you know, if you think it’ll help you feel better, you can take your anger out on me.”

“Are you really offering me sex?”

MC held the book up, using it as a shield against the embarrassment. “I was, but that’s stupid, so never mind. Thanks for the book.”

MC turned to leave, their hand on the door knob as Satan spoke up. “Wait.”

They sighed and turned to look at the demon. “Just forget I said anything, Satan.”

MC avoided any eye contact with Satan after that, instead distracting themselves with the book he had lent them. But now it was Satan that was fixating. He found himself watching them read the book that they had borrowed from him. He found the look of concentration they got kind of adorable. He let himself ogle a little when they had dropped their D.D.D. and bent down to get it. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, taking his anger out on the human. Plus, it had been a while.

So when they brought the book back to him, excitedly telling him how they loved it, he cleared his throat, and let them know that if their offer still stood, he accepted. This surprised the human, but they felt a tingle run up and down their backbone at the thought of being in bed with The Avatar of Wrath himself.

Their first time together was a little awkward, nerves getting in the way of them letting loose. Satan, somewhat afraid of hurting the human, couldn’t really get into it. But by their second time, and with a safe word in case Satan got a little too rough, they were both able to enjoy themselves. Each time got better, the chemistry they had together surprising both of them.

Still, there wasn’t anything between them. The two of them still didn’t spend time together outside of their intimate times, besides MC borrowing the occasional book from Satan. Something would piss Satan off, and he’d text MC a location and they’d meet up, fuck, and go their separate ways.

It was an arrangement they were both happy with. Until the day he told MC to meet him in the school bathroom.

He noticed MC slouched against a wall at RAD, giving Solomon flirty eyes as the two humans talked. Solomon leaned into MC, hand on the wall next to their head, and whispered something, making MC laugh and playfully smacked his chest. 

In fact, Satan noticed Solomon around a lot more lately. In MC’s room helping them with homework, walking them to class, eating lunch with them. Satan was getting sick of the stupid sorcerer. 

Each time he saw Solomon, it triggered something in the demon, and he found himself sending that familiar text. 

MC caught on quickly that whenever Solomon was around, Satan called them away, cutting their time with the other exchange human short. They also noticed how every time Satan seemed more emotional. Rougher, more noisy, holding them tighter and tighter. On the other hand, MC noticed they were no longer quickies in Satan’s room before bedtime. Now their time was drawn out. There was more kissing, more touching, more intimacy. Satan would look them in the eyes during, a dopey grin on his face that MC figured he no one else had ever seen, and that he himself probably wasn’t even aware of. 

Truth was, Satan did know how he looked at MC. He tried to stop it, but couldn’t. And he couldn’t ignore the feeling in his chest when he saw them with someone else. This was becoming something more than sex for Satan and as much as he lied to himself, he could no longer evade it. Especially when he saw the way Solomon and MC acted around each other.

Hence, the text, inviting MC to one of the RAD bathrooms.

MC cleaned themself up and jumped up onto the bathroom sink counter they had just been fucked on. They eyeballed Satan as he also cleaned up and tidied his clothing.

“What’s going on with us?” MC asked, surprising the demon with their straightforward question.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. It’s been different lately. The sex.”

Satan’s blonde hair fell in his face as he looked over at the human. “Was it not good?”

“Of course it was. It always is.”

“Then what’s the issue? Are you upset I’m not Solomon?” It slipped out of Satan’s mouth, wrath speaking before he could think.

“I knew it! You’re jealous!”

“I’m not.”

“You are. You think I want to fuck Solomon.”

“Have you?” Satan questioned, his eyebrow cocking.

MC chuckled. “No! And I don’t want to.”

MC grabbed Satan’s arm, pulling them over to the counter and wrapping their arms around him. “I like you.”

Satan hesitated before returning their hug. “I like you too.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Satan grinned, giving the human a kiss. “You’re becoming too brave.”

“And you’re becoming soft.” MC teased, kissing him back.

“Only for you, so don’t tell anyone.”

“It’s a deal if you give me a second round tonight.”

“Deal. But first I want to take you on a date tonight.”

“Wow, an actual date. Can my boyfriend, Solomon, come?”

Satan kissed them again with a growl. “Watch it, human. You know what happens when I get angry.”

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. LV

It was a love story from the very beginning.

The Monster At Your Door

(10x04/10x09/10x10/10x11)

Hello my dear fandom! This is another meta from my Destiel Chronicles.

I want to say thank you to my friend @agusvedder , she made the gifs for this analysis, thank you girl!

And thanks to @destielle for editing this! 

This season doesn't have a lot of Destiel in it and was mostly Dean-centric.

So you will see me talking about how our hunter perceives himself as a monster.

Brothers and Sisters

In episode 10x04 ‘Paper Moon’ we saw Kate and her sister, two female werewolves, as mirrors of Sam and Dean.

Kate, the one who was trying to save her sister (Sam), and the little one Tasha, becoming a real monster (Dean).

After getting to know about Tasha and Kate's story, and Kate trying desperately to get her sister back, the Winchesters decide to help her. But there was a little piece of dialogue  between Sam and Dean that caught my attention…

SAM: Right, but how can you possibly blame Kate for fighting for her sister? We do it all the time.

DEAN: Well, yeah, and that's worked wonders for us.

The ultimate effort to save Dean Winchester at the end of the season will cause a huge cosmic consequence we all know: Amara. So, this quote here that could be read as very Winchester like is kind of a premonition of what is about to come next season.

And then, this scene… it points us at how Dean is really feeling inside.

KATE: But she can be saved!

DEAN: [blunt, but in despair] No. Tasha's in too deep. You don't ever come back from that, not ever.

How disturbingly painful it must be for Sam knowing his brother is losing faith in winning his battle against the mark.

There’s another interesting dialogue, now between the two sisters, where we can dissect the foreshadowing of Sam trying to get through to Dean in the last episode of this season.

KATE [pleading] T., I can help you get better.

TASHA [sneering evilly] Oh, I am better. And smarter and stronger… and awesome. I'm a freakin' superhero.

KATE Who kills innocent people? No, that's not you. You were a good kid.

So, Sam will try to save the innocent and good side of his brother, with all his power.

Because even if Dean perceives himself as a monster that can't be saved, Sam will always try to convince him otherwise. Just like Castiel…

You are a role model

Episode 10x09 ‘The Things We Left Behind’ is a beautiful episode that talks about GUILT. Not just Dean's guilt (we all know about that one, right?) But also Castiel's GUILT and his REGRETS.

Castiel visits Claire Novak, because he knows he hurt her a lot by possessing her father. So he tries to help her. But, because his PEOPLE TALKING SKILLS are ‘rusty’, he’s not able to communicate it the right way. So he helps her to escape instead.

In the middle of this episode we have this cute scene:

Dean watching TV, reflecting that innocent side I was talking about first, and Sam staring at him with sadness in his eyes, being worried about the mark. This situation points out their priorities.

Back to Castiel and Claire. There’s a very meaningful scene in which Cas talks about his experience as a human and what he has learned in that time…

CLAIRE: You’ve changed. The Castiel I met? He was crappy. Like super stuck-up and a dick and you just wanted to punch him in his stupid angel face.

CASTIEL: I don’t think I was THAT bad.

CLAIRE: You totally were. And now you’re just … I don’t know. Nicer. And kind of a doof. No offense.

CASTIEL: Yes, well, um… Before, I was very self-assured. I was convinced I was on this righteous path. Now I realize that there is no righteous path. It’s just people trying to do their best in a world where it’s far too easy to do your worst.

This is amazing because Castiel is shouting out the important insights he has gained from being a human. This is character development at it’s best. Cas is not the same Castiel that possessed Claire's dad. She says he is nicer. Castiel has changed, for good. But the guilt of taking her family away from this girl is eating him up inside.

And it’s the same thing that eats Dean up inside as well.

Dean sees an opportunity to stay alone with Castiel on kind of a date with him. Both of them sitting in front of their burgers. We know Cas doesn't have to eat. So the scene is very cute and comfy.

The question whether or not ketchup is a vegetable and Dean answering Hell yes is demonstrating that Claire and the hunter are very alike.

This date is also a chance to put back the dot on the I again. Because… remember Cas and his ‘female in the car’? Well… our hunter needed to reinforce his ownership over the angel. 

But mostly… the guilt needs to be put on the table:

DEAN: (...) All right, so spill. What’s with the family reunion?

CASTIEL: I don’t know. I’ve just been … thinking about people.

[Dean glances around, then switches their plates, taking Cas’ burger and setting his empty plate in front of Cas.]

Okay, pause here, sorry but this is extremely cute… and Dean looking around like an innocent kid, it’s such a beautiful scene that I adore.

CASTIEL: No problem. I’ve helped some, but I’ve … I’ve hurt some.

DEAN: So you’re having a midlife crisis.

CASTIEL: Well, I’m extremely old. I think I’m entitled.

It’s so amazing each time Castiel reminds us he is an ancient creature that decided to spend his days with us…

DEAN: Cas, listen to me. There’s some stuff you just got to let go. Okay? The people you let down, the ones you can’t save … You got to forget about them. For your own good.

CASTIEL: Is that what you do?

Okay, here Dean is sensing Cas is feeling guilty, a territory he knows very well, so he tries to help him and give him advice, an advice Dean doesn't follow himself. And Castiel knows that too well. Because he can read Dean Winchester like a book. And we all know he won't let go Charlie's death.

And then… this jewel…

Dean is not used to receiving compliments. But Castiel is always calling him nice things. Because Cas sees the good in him, he knows DEAN IS SPECIAL. So Dean, Cas’ TFW teacher, is a role model for him. Of course he is. 

Look at Dean's flustered face, he has to avoid Castiel's tender gaze because he is feeling awkward. It looks like a don't say things like that to me on our date, bro- face.

One of my fave scenes ever.

Let's go with another one…

As I said, Castiel reads Dean like a book. So he knows when Dean is lying. He just knows Dean is not feeling well. And again, Dean is… enraptured by this. By how well Cas knows him. Look at his face… if I was telepath, which I'm not (yet) I would say, Dean ponders whether kissing him or not in that moment. It’s like… stop flirting with me or I will kiss you, bro. He even checks out Cas and stares at his lips. Gah!

Then, coming back to reality… Dean needs to know if Cas will kill him bc he is terrified of becoming a monster again:

DEAN: If I do go dark side, you got to take me out.

CASTIEL: What do you mean?

DEAN: Knife me. Smite me. Throw me into the freakin’ sun, whatever. And don’t let Sam get in the way, because he’ll try. I can’t go down that road again, man. I can’t be that thing again.

Dean is asking something impossible for Cas to do. As we will find out in one of the last episodes from this season. Castiel would never hurt Dean, even if he goes dark side.

Two Faces

After Dean is losing control, turning into the monster he was so afraid of becoming, killing Randy and those gangsters… nothing will be the same anymore. This bloody scene is a premonition of the end of this season, when Dean will eliminate the whole Stein family.

Episode 10x10 starts with this image:

Cracks in the mirror which are reflecting how Dean is feeling inside: broken.

This is an episode where light and shadow play a big role in the visual narrative, we can see Dean's face divide in one half lit and the other half drowned in shadows. Those halfs represent his two faces, his inner fight between ‘our’ Dean and the monster brought by the mark.

This episode was directed by Misha, so when we see Cas telling Dean he’ll be sending emojis… that wasn't OOC, that was just Misha 🤣🤣🤣🤣.

Now, the important part of this episode is Claire trying to convince Dean to come by saying: ‘Castiel seemed to trust you, a lot’.

That was the signal for Dean. You drop Cas’ name, count Dean in!

But now let's jump to episode 10x11 because the game of the two faces is represented here again in the form of two Charlies, a good and an evil one. They are a metaphor for the way Dean feels inside, in fact the whole episode is a mirror of it.

The parallel between Dark!Charlie and Dean is blatant, because Dark!Charlie is seeking for revenge, just like Dean will after Charlie's death.

Charlie had to release her darkness to win a war, the same thing will happen to Dean. In order to win the war against a whole family (Stein) he will have to release the monster inside of him. At the end of the episode Dean and Dark!Charlie are having a fight, a fight between good friends as a foreshadowing of the Destiel fight in episode 10x22.

To conclude:

The monster inside Dean is on the threshold of being released. The episodes we were talking about showed us a lot of examples, mirrors of and parallels to that.

The symbolisms of two faces and broken mirrors were very interesting.

The synergy of light and darkness is also a foreshadowing for the next season with the appearance of God (light) and Amara (darkness).

The Destiel burger date was too cute, and Dean not knowing how to react to Castiel's compliments was even cuter. To Cas Dean will always be special and a role model, that's why he will be incapable of harming Dean in any way.

Hope you like this chronicle, see you in the next one!

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LI, LII, LIII and LIV

Buenos Aires March 31 2020 10:03 PM

[murdersexual]

So about that part II to that LeoPika fic? 👀👀👀

WTF, BOI THIS IS TRASH! Stop torturing me, my writing is t r a s h.

🚨Warning!🚨

-Rated MA.

-Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Gambling and Gun Violence.

-NOT PROOFREAD! (Like I write shit on a tired 3am brain...)

-NICKNAMES: Koi Fish/Fishie/Fishy: Leorio. Smol Ram or whatever else I used: Kurapika.

-Sorry for any potential OOC bullshit- 🤣🤣🤣

-Sorry but not sorry for Melody- 👀😤🤣

Part II: The Whims of Fate:

Melody didn’t know how to feel, her eyes grew to the size of saucers as she saw how fast Leorio was moving. She backed away, now hanging her phone up, she tries to make her escape via the glass door elevator. Her tiny chubby hand desperately clicks onto the up button. Her own heart played a melody of guilt and fear. But that’s what you get when you snitch.

‘I-I gotta get outta here!’

“MELODY!”

The way Leorio’s voice projected echoed across the entirety of the sixth floor. Hearing him yell like that shook her to her core in more than just one way. She drew a shaky breath and her eyes flicker to the angry hazel eyed hunter and back to the elevator that seems to be moving in slow motion.

“Come on... C-Come on!”

Impatience coats her voice as she now stands directly in front of the door.

“I KNOW YOU HEAR ME!! HOW CAN’T YOU?!”

His voice boomed once more, his soft hair now waving over one of his eyes only for him to use his left hand to push it out of the way. Now he’s even more pissed... Why?

Because she ruined his ‘SURPRISE MOTHAFUCKAH’—in other words, his grand entrance.

Yet because she absolutely is f o n d of Kurapika, she’d do anything to protect him. How adorable. Maybe there’s something else that lingers in her actions...

“Why are you here, Leorio?!”

Finally, she projects her voice even though that nervousness is still present. Just as she asks that, Leorio steps in front of her. The elevator clicks open and he takes her by her collar and shoves her into it.

“WHY?!”

Obviously, she avoided the question. He KNEW she knew why he was there otherwise she would’ve given him a friendly greeting and not snitch. Her onyx orbs bore into his icy gaze. She could hear the anger emitting from his heart and she ended up closing her ears and shutting her eyes.

“Be-Because you shouldn’t be here!”

Her answer made him wonder... Yet, he didn’t release her collar. His hold can be compared to that of a death grip.

“Urgh! That ain’t tellin’ me shit! I oughta throw your ass in the fucking fountain for snitching!”

Leorio’s hands are rated E for Everybody. Meaning he WILL absolutely drop a woman off if necessary.

“I... I-! My lips are sealed! Now unhand me!”

The infamous saying that typically gets passed about when classified information is detailed to anyone that’s within a Mafia. Upon hearing that, he roughly shoves her away, the back of her head slightly bouncing off of the elevator railing.

“Ow...”

A hiss of pain left Melody, a glare is given to him as she now reaches inside her tuxedo jacket for her brand new revolver but she stops just as she places her hand on the handle.

“Do it if you’re bad...”

The entire scenario played in her head had she shot him. Her eyes blinked multiple times—seeing her death being played out in several different perspectives. Lowering her head in defeat, she adjusts her fedora and finally tells him...

“8th floor, Roulette Table number 403.”

Huh, does that number ring a damn bell?

Pressing the fancy gold button with the bold number 8 on it, a scoff emits from the fish as he now stands to the side with his eyes forward. Putting his hands in his pockets and standing coolly, he sighs while tapping his foot impatiently.

“Hmph... Ya could’ve just told me that shit from the beginning and I wouldn’t have to damn near rough you up.”

Staring at her shiny black small heeled Oxford tux shoes, she blinks while taking a second to realise that there’s always an easier way to do things. Why didn’t she play it cool? Could she have lied about this? Did her feelings cloud her judgment?

“And that I could’ve but had the circumstances been different? Then by all means. You really... REALLY shouldn’t be here...”

Nothing annoyed him more than to hear those words without no fucking why to follow. Deep down, he believes she’s probably the only one concerned about the type of trouble he’d get himself in. That or maybe there’s a hint of jealousy?

“I will only say this for the simple fact that your heart reflects impatience and curiosity: It’s for your own good. If you get mixed with any of the other families? Who will be there to save you? Nobody.”

A smirk curves onto his face, now recalling how he’s caused a lot of inconvenience on the second floor all the way up. He softly chuckles, his head dropping for a second. The doors chime and open as they reach the eighth floor. Walking out first and turning to face Melody, he gives a shrug before backing away.

“Who’s to say that I haven’t already stirred the whims of fate~?”

Melody’s breath hitches in her throat, her eyes widening only for her to smirk and watch him with softened eyes.

“You’re dressed like a really handsome Devil tonight, that told me enough, Mr. Leorio~”

Looking over his shoulder briefly, he waves his hand.

“Just call me Leorio! But don’t think I’m gonna forget that you’ve snitched! I’m letting you off easy because I gotta conserve energy for this fucker!”

Momentarily, she found herself chasing after that Angel in Disguise. Shaking her head quickly with a soft blush, she clicks the number six and heads back to her post.

‘I always find myself attracted to those with charisma that’s relative to that of the Devil himself~ I must say, had my looks never been deformed, I’m sure I’d play him a melody that even he would have a hard time forgetting.’

The doors closed and she was gone.

Finding himself standing just before the entrance. His hazel gaze softened as he felt some feminine hands reach up to his shoulders.

“Welcome~ Shall I take your coat sire~?”

Glancing behind him, he sees a ginger bunny babe with the sweetest of smiles. He took out his favourite pocketknife and placed it in his blazer’s inner breast-pocket. He already has his wallet and keys in his pants pocket. Slipping out of his heavy winter coat, he carefully hands it to her.

“Hello there~ And why I thank you. You’re too sweet~”

She winks now sauntering away. His eyes instantly found those well rounded and pale ass cheeks of her’s. He gave a nod of approval while reaching for a cup of vodka topped with cranberry. He sips it and stuffs his freehand in his pocket.

‘Hmm...’

“Where should I start~?”

Mischief rang as he asked himself aloud. Proceeding to walk forward, he sees the blue and violet ambience, the music is A1–fun and enticing. Hell, everything all the way down to the alcohol is excellent. His eyes found the slots and just as he did on the second floor, he walks on over and leans over an older man with salt and pepper hair. He appears concentrated...

“Say, excuse me, fine sir?”

Looking to the tall youngster, he tilts his head while taking out his fancy Cuban cigar.

“What is it, Young Buck?”

With a pleasant smile he gently leans down, taking his hand out of his pocket he points to the slot screen.

“Watch the last two reels... Those move faster than the middle ones... Why do you think it’s so hard to hit the jackpot?”

With a smile, the man nods and daps him up. He adjusts his suspenders and pulls the lever.

“Thank you, son! How can I ever repay ya?”

Shaking his head no, Leorio stands straight and chuckles.

“Oh no, there’s no need, it’s what I love to do, especially as a birthday gift to myself.”

Raising both brows at his benevolence, the old man pulls out a wad of cash and calls over some of the Bunnies.

“Well I’ll be damned! Happy Birthday my boy! Ladies! Treat this young man to the finest of drinks, on me, Don Magnifico!”

Two of the girls hook around each of Leorio’s arms, his eyes instantly finding their perked up breasts, he smiles and looks back at him.

“I won’t forget your kindness, Don Magnifico!”

Don Marcelo Magnifico, age 52, standing at 6’2, still maintaining his muscle, he is one of the many Mafia Leaders who aren’t fond of other families. He’s widely known within the Underground community for his foreign cuisine and weapons import. The man has literally built a ‘Little Italy’ within Yorknew. He sees something within Leorio and he hopes to potentially get to him. Maybe he can find him a spot amongst his ranks?

From the sidelines, there are a familiar set of eyes that’s seen the entire exchange. With a dreaded sigh, the usually lax blondie found himself making tracks to the bar. Was his mind truly prepared to deal with the aggro fish?

Partially...

He gives a few taps to one of the ladies, he whispers for her to take his place momentarily at the Roulette Table. With a nod of confidence, she hopples over to take his place. Now Kurapika’s off to meet Leorio at the bar. Caution bells tolled in his head the closer he came and just as their eyes met?

The cheery and flustered face of Leorio’s instantly darkened. His lips wore that angry pout. He took one of the shots down without never taking his eyes off of him. Nearly stopping for a second, those light grey eyes momentarily averted. He could sense that rage...

“Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in...”

That came out so dark...

Sitting beside the angry fish is a quietly sighing Kurapika. He leans into his left hand and uses his right to snag a shot glass only to trace the rim of it.

“So what’s the fucking excuse this time? Huh?”

“There are none...”

Taken back by his honesty, those hazel eyes searched around as he hums for he’s in thought.

“Oh that’s fucking funny because I could’ve sworn you were gonna say that ol’ excuse you always say! I was expecting that shit! Did you purposely fucking forget or what?”

The idea of being chewed out never sat well with Kurapika. Most of the time, his words were hitting him in the side of his head. Finally taking that shot down and turning to face him, he scoots closer to the edge of his seat.

“Well, go on...”

He was setting himself up to actually get hit this time around. Perhaps he genuinely saw how hurt Leorio is. Why not give him what he’s always wanted right?

“I would never forget any special occasions and I would never miss anything important... I’m honestly tired. I’m sick of the lies, I’m sick of being the one trying to hold on, I’m sick of fucking trying to be the good fucking friend... At this point, I think I’m being taken for fucking granted and I ain’t got time. I’m here to tell your punk ass that you wanna do shit alone? You wanna be okay on your own? Fine. Fine. FINE! I’m done caring...”

Hearing these words made Kurapika wonder... Is he saying this out of complete anger? Or does he truly mean it? Either way, guilt was going to eat at him. Before he could combat his words, Leorio shook his head no.

“Save your petty fucking apologies... I don’t want them. I don’t need to put up with this shit. I know it’s gonna sound bad but how the fuck are Gon and Killua better fucking friends and their younger than the both of us? Fucking children. Ya hear me? Both of them called me and told me happy birthday and they’re always checking up on me... And what the fuck are you doing? Pretending that none of us exist! So you might as well lose my fucking number. This is the last time I’m gonna ever see that pathetically sheepish face of yours.”

At the moment, the fact that any of this is being said kept anything from conjuring—thoughts, retorts and anything else. That usually stoic face started to finally falter. One of his fears was this happening but he would never come to say it.

“Oh yeah? Don’t think I won’t pass up the opportunity to knock your ass into next week!”

Cracking his knuckles then drawing back his arm, he quickly cocks it, totally not caring that he may get shot, he will land that punch.

Or so he thought...

His fist was caught! Those ombré nails instantly dug into Leorio’s soft flesh. The slightest of hisses had emitted.

“At first I felt bad, but the fact that you had the absolute audacity to question my loyalty made me retract that privilege. All you do is bitch and I don’t want to hear it. You ask too many questions... Questions that if I answer may or may not put you in danger. So sorry if I’m choosing to be distant but given my position, I don’t particularly have as much free will like you do. Am I making excuses? No, I don’t make any and never will... I hate explaining myself... but because you obviously need a frequent fucking reminder, it can’t be helped.”

Leorio felt his eye twitch. He can’t find himself agitated!

“Let me—!”

Holding a finger up with his free hand, those light grey eyes had a faint red glint. But never did they leave those icy hazel ones.

“No, you’ve had your time to speak. One thing that always irritates me is how you up and assume that I don’t fucking care... When I do! So answer me this...”

Those nails pressed further and further into his skin, he even started to bend that fist of his back. Leorio did his best not to flinch.

“What time is it? Because on my watch I have... 10:21...”

Finally releasing his fist and blinking his gaze closed for a second to recenter himself, he leans back into his left hand before slowly looking to him. Leorio saw the claw marks and he couldn’t believe he was bleeding.

“...Meaning that your birthday isn’t over yet... But since you’re here, there’s no need to text nor call... So... Happy Birthday.”

That icy gaze of his warmed up instantly. He looks away for a second, his eyes appearing to search for the words he wanted to say.

“Ahem... I... One thing I’ve hated about your ass is how you gotta explain shit to me like I’m not detail oriented! But it still sounds like you’re making excuses... I don’t care what you say! Despite you didn’t apologise, you’re still giving yourself a fucking gateway to do the same old goofy shit. Time and time again, you don’t know how frustrating it is... Hence why... I just don’t care anymore. Sure, you’ve given me the words I wanted to hear, but it only takes less than a minute to fucking text. And no, I don’t give a fuck about you’re little ‘position’.”

Downing a shot before sliding over his birthday drink in front of him. Leorio rolls his eyes dismissively, now stirring his straw before sipping it.

“Hell I could be Prime Minister for all I give a fuck and it wouldn’t stop me from checking on my friends... Buuuuuttttt I guess I’m the only one who feels like that huh? Oh correction: ‘who FELT like that’...”

In all honesty, what could Kurapika say? Was Leorio really about to give up?

Recognising his silence, that hazel gaze narrows at him. His lip turns up, a look of unimpression decorates his face. He shakes his head in pity.

“Thought so...”

Facing the still upset fishy, the blondie sees his face and wonders how will he cope without seeing or hearing from him again? Slipping out of his chair, he softly chews on his bottom lip while thinking of something that he could do or say... These kinds of situations aren't his strong suit, obviously.

“Before you leave and never come back, there is something I’d like to show you... It’s not that impressive but hopefully it’ll show you that I don’t turn a blind eye to any of your advances.”

Raising an eyebrow, Leorio saw what he thought he’d never see and that’s...

That he’s genuinely afraid of losing him.

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Okay so that’s it for part II. 😞😞😞 I really such at writing. But it’s an escape for my creativity. Hope you guys find it slightly entertaining! Thanks for reading and remember to stay hydrated and wonderful! 🥰

[startyourfuturerp]

Just curious: why did you keep cory as Finn when that also makes others uncomfortable? Would he ever be considered for a swap?

Hey nonners. I definitely understand your confusion, and I’m more than happy to explain right beneath the cut.

The short answer to your question is at this point, no, Finn would not be considered for a faceclaim swap, namely because we already have a Finn using Cory as a faceclaim, which is not a secret. It’s on the characters page and on the quick follow to the right. I asked the people who joined in the beginning if they were comfortable with it, they all said yes, and everyone who has joined since then has…well, joined, so I figure they’re all alright with it as well. I’ve said it a gazillion times in the ooc - if anyone in-game is uncomfortable or upset about anything, please tell me and I’ll do my best to make it right.

Even if we didn’t have a Finn, though, I’d be reluctant to allow a change, unless the person applying was deeply distraught. I do not believe in the groupthink that can come along with the grpc deciding this face or that is #banned or #cancelled - and even if I did, no two fc bans are created equal. I’ve more or less made up my ow mind about what I’m comfortable with, and what I will engage with, and what I’m comfortable accepting into my little bubble and my little game.

What I mean to say, in no uncertain terms:

Cory Monteith, Mark Salling and Naya Rivera are not the same. 

It is incredibly, incredibly disrespectful of Cory’s memory to even so much as imply otherwise. I’ve had friends, family and family of friends go through mental illness, go through addiction of various kinds, and I’m here to say: it is not the same as abusing someone, which both Mark and Naya did (and in Naya’s case, yes, the charges were dropped, but if I’m still mad about Emma Roberts and Evan Peters, I’m still gonna be mad about Naya). Naya, I’m always a little on the fence about, especially because there’s a shortage of people who can work with her ethnicity and whole, y’know, attitude, but the point remains.

Mark and Naya hurt people. They hurt children. This is not okay.

Cory was sick. Cory was trying to get better. He didn’t.

Some people honor his memory by not using him as a faceclaim, and that’s fine. To each their own, we all grieve and love in different ways. That’s not the way I choose to honor Cory Monteith and Finn Hudson. I choose to honor him by remembering him. By making sure nobody forgets the good Cory did, and the incredibly awkward, bumbling, big-hearted boy Finn was. I want to keep his memory alive. The thing about recasting Glee characters - and I’m not sure if it’s the same for other fandoms, since for better or worse I live here - is that so much of the character is in their physicality. Rachel is short and has a nose and crippling self-worth issues compared to the ‘pretty girls’ and tiny boobs. Artie’s in a wheelchair. Tina stuttered. Finn is tall, doofy, gentle(ish, unless there’s chairs involved). Finn is an entirely different person when you throw someone like…I don’t know, KJ Apa into the role or whoever it is we’re trying to make fit Finn’s particular box nowadays. That’s no shade to KJ, either, because I’ve seen it work and seen it work well before, but it’s not just a matter of using different gifs - it never has been, but in my experience it is so much harder to find the right voice when the face doesn’t match. When the face isn’t the character. I’ve spent literal hours poring over fc directories, looking up gifhunts, begging creators to make gifs for this and that faceclaim, and it’s such a rare thing to find a non-canon face that actually feels like the character, at least for me. I’ve done it, like, twice, maybe, and I’ve been in this community since 2015 (yikes).

Anyway. I told myself from the jump that if I got a Finn app that blew me away that wanted to use a different faceclaim, at the writer’s request, I’d allow it. Our wonderful, wonderful Finn player chose to use Cory Monteith, as God and Ryan Murphy intended, and I swear, every single time I see him on the dash, it makes me happy and fuzzy on the inside. Because it helps me remember that he was here, that he was part of this thing we all loved. It helps me remember Cory. And like, I was never a big Finn or Cory stan. Finn was fine, sure, but he had some #yikes moments and I was too busy frothing at the mouth over klaine to ever pay as much attention to Finchel as other people did, and at that point I didn’t know anything or care to know anything about the cast.

I still cried for literally a whole entire day when he passed away. Like, cancelled plans to weep. My mom and I were trying to watch Glee at the time and she asked, so gently, if I still wanted to watch it, and I said yes. I cried every time he was on screen, and it hurt, but in a good way, because here, look, he was still with us, this way. He’s still speaking, singing, making dumb faces, drumming, being so full of life. And yes, I know for some people, that’s too painful. It’s too hard to look at someone being a way and know they’re not that way anymore. I get it. I really do.

It’s just - I don’t know, nons. I don’t know what else to tell you. It’s a personal decision and everybody’s entitled to their own take on it. As far as I know, no one in game has an issue with it, and if you do, if it would genuinely upset you to be in a game with Cory Monteith’s face, that’s perfectly understandable, and I can guarantee that there are many, many games out there who do use a different face or don’t have Finn at all, if that’s what you prefer. That’s not what I prefer. I’d love to have you - and anyone reading this - join SYF, but not at the expense of firstly an existing player and character in game, and not at the cause of ‘others’. If it’s you - especially if you’re someone in game already - that’s fine. That’s one thing. If it’s just vague people who may or may not feel a type of way, then…I’m sorry, I’m not going to choose potential people being hurt over existing people being happy.

I really hope you can understand that, nonny, and I hope you’re having a lovely day. Thank you for the ask.

[painterofthe-sun]

How can someone win Ammy's heart?

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

   { Oh boy, the good stuff!! I’ve talked about this a lot before, but never in an all-together, meta format, so... I’ll guess I’ll be doing that tonight! Just...try to stick with me if I ramble and get a bit off-topic. I sometimes get like that where I repeat things, so.... Here we go! }

          I think the most important thing with Ammy and seeking lovers is that she either needs someone akin to her own or an opposite done right. I’m going to reference ships/pairings I’ve done here to try and deliver that home, since I have been meaning to write a separate meta about Ammy’s “type.” (Cause I think I’ve almost nailed down what it is...!!)

          In the way of people akin with her... I mostly look to characters like Waka and, say, Jesse McCree (which was a surprise ship, I’m tellin’ ya). With Waka, they’ve known each other for hundreds of years. An uncountable number. Because of that, they’ve shared many experiences and forged a bond that doesn’t even really need to be named; they understand each other on a deeper level that’s incredible for two people to have.          With Jesse, this gets more into personality rather than a longstanding connection. His personality can not only mirror her own on occasion (both being bright people with a love for the fight), but also compliment each other to where if the other needs something (I mostly say this in a situation when the other is upset over something; they have that way to bring each other back down and help them through it).

          With an opposite done right, I think of characters like Yami and @arthur-tristan-kingsmen‘s, well...Arthur! Yami tends to be a harder ship to sail, but I’ve found can work out regardless when done right. For @lordofdarknessyami, they inspired me to work my Ammy to how she is today; she and that Yami knew each other before he was even the “Emperor of Darkness”. A longstanding history made with a creation of opposites makes for things left unsaid and possibilities to explore.          With @warriorsofcrimsonrealms‘ Yami, it’s more of...balance. More true to the game, it’s between them that they understand that they are two sides to the same coin; where there is holy light, there will be darkness beyond compare. It is simply life. It’s also that kind of balance they get with each other, where Ammy’s stubbornness combats his own dark thoughts and his comfort can actually ease away her own. (A funny thing, but then again... Stressful kami give this Yami a headache. So understandable why it’s nice to have a happy Ammy.)

          Arthur’s case- like McCree- is personality-wise. Where Amaterasu is a powerful goddess, full of confidence and light, Arthur is the opposite; he’s a simple human with plenty of stresses, fears, and his own darkness. Yet you find equivalent exchange with them, as they both can potentially provide each other with happiness and the will to do things they might not otherwise have the strength to do alone. (Sometimes I do forget tho that the Mun and I are still working this ship out piece by piece, but.... Look, we’ve had a lot of OOC talks, so I’m feeling the drift of how this’ll all likely work out.)

          ...So yes, lots of rambling, but I wanted to make a point that there’s certainly a type I’ve noticed with Ammy’s lovers and so... The best way to start is if you can recognize you fall into those categories. Too much her opposite, and you’ll simply have a rival. Too little of her own, and you’ll instead find yourself babied under her caring light... Not bad, but definitely not a romance.

          Alright! So, you’re her type. Nice to know, but now what? There’s got to be more to it than that, right? Well... Yes and no.          Another thing I’ve learned with Amaterasu is that, yes, it’s nice to share interests or something similar. Knowing another kami or spiritual creature, enjoying eating a lot, being active, etc, etc....but Ammy tends to value the person more. There’s so, so many reasons why she loves those she has and will potentially love in the future. Some of them are just things you can’t force on, like the years upon years she’s known Yami and Waka. Others are the eventual, like @seven--deadly--dragons‘ Leviathan, @bittersilvertruth‘s Godot, and so on.

          So I mean.... In the end, I think it’s less “how to win her heart” and more of “approach with a smile and see how it goes.” Cause honestly, as long as you’re not a heartless S.O.B who murders for kicks, you should be in the clear.          ...On the note that you ARE that kind of person, what’re you trying to romance Ammy for??? Izanami is that way; go there. She loves people like you.

          “How to win Ammy’s heart” more like hOW TO NOT QUITE ANSWER THE QUESTION WHILE INSTEAD RAMBLING FOR ABOUT 30 MINUTES (or more) ABOUT HOW IT’S ALL IN PERSONALITY AND COMPATIBILITY....... Heavens, I’m so sorry if this wasn’t what you’re looking for. |D

          When in doubt, learn to cook or make any kind of food and woo her with that.

[ilovemytightknitfamily]

I'm certainly not ecstatic.

..Marvin? I'm sorry for not coming home the other night I was busy.

- Whizzer ( @certified-prettyboy )

It's fine.