#canon thing

[number-one-kallamar-lover]

Okay so aside from their personality my Lamb doesn't have any distinguishing features

Aside from being 2'10

[selfish-thunder]

How Dean Winchester would have come out of the closet (part one)

He was probably just standing in line somewhere, probably at some gas station, and there’s this dude, right?

And Dean’s friendly, so when dude starts talking to him, and he turns out to be pretty funny and nice and cool, why the fuck not talk back?

And he goes to leave and dude catches up with him and he asks for his phone number. And Dean realizes... oh wait, dude has been flirting.

#sorry, man #whoops #don’t swing that way #you’re awesome though

And it happens a few times over the years, and he doesn’t care, he’s comfortable, they’re awesome, maybe he enjoys the attention, alright? He didn’t realize how often it could happen. It sneaks up on him sometimes

Then one day A+ Parenting John Winchester says something homophobic. Like really homophobic. And Dean’s like #wow #okay #those dudes were awesome though but okay

And he starts to feel uncomfortable when it happens again. And maybe he’s a little harsh, then maybe he feels a little bad at the look on the dude’s face. So maybe when it happens again, he makes sure not to be harsh. And maybe he just double checks his dad ain’t around when it happens, because his dad is awesome and those guys are awesome and there’s no reason to create a not awesome situation

and if something pops into his mind while he’s getting off, well. first off, imagining a hetero fantasy means there are guys there too, and just the fact that dudes hit on him plants a seed, so it’s just crossing wires, alright? that’s it.

Well, some time passes. His dad’s his dad, his brother’s his brother, Dad goes missing, and it’s #hiya sammy #so #dad hasn’t been home in a few days

And he says something one day, doesn’t really think about, it was just a joke, and Sam's all #wow #why not just tattoo no homo on your forehead Because Sam has friends in the community and that shit just doesn’t fly with him. And Dean’s all #yo i’m cool with the rainbow And sam’s all #then why use gay as an all-purpose insult And Dean’s like #sensitive much?

But he recognizes that’s a thing for Sam, and he watches what he says

And he realizes that those little situations? the ones his dad never passed up on? just those little small things? Yeah, it actually feels nice letting them pass, not saying anything, not using those comments

And he starts to wonder what the point of those comments was if not just plain humor, and that, well, maybe, those comments weren’t actually very humorous.

And maybe it’s kind of nice hanging with Sammy instead of Dad. Sam may roll his eyes and makes sarcastic remarks and tells Dean he wishes he wouldn’t with some of his behavior - but he wishes Dean wouldn’t just because it annoyed Sam or maybe made them late or something like that. Not because of... whatever. Maybe it was refreshing.

#missed ya sammy #even if you are having weird psychic shit going on

Then

And his dad is dead

It’s Dean’s fault. Dean is why he’s dead. God, what an awful son he’s been. God, what an awful son he is. And god it hurts.

Life goes on like it has to. He has Sammy to protect or maybe have to kill. People to save. Monsters to hunt.

He just doesn’t understand why every time he thinks about all those awesome dudes who took the time to flirt and hit on him make him wince now. He doesn’t like to think about them. He doesn’t know why just the memories make him feel like a worse son. He doesn’t like it, he wants to punch something, and god help the next dude to hit on him because will fucking hit him

And besides, the other half of him argues, there is so much more important shit to think about than who once hit on him. The fucking shit that monster said in the psychiatric hospital is looping in his head, Sammy is possessed, they have to be arrested and go to jail for a hunt, and let’s not forget the Sammy-being-targeted-by-the-demon-who-killed-their-mom thing, and

Sam died. Dean sold his soul to get him back because he’s pretty sure Sammy went to hell with the whole demon targeting him thing. Now he’s got one year to live. 

Fan-fucking-tastic

And Sam thinks he can save him, but he can’t be saved, and he doesn’t want to be saved, and their dad’s in hell, why not just go join him? Dad sold his soul for him, he sold his soul for Sammy, they’ll crack open a can of self-pity and just hang out

But he still has to live a year, right? So, he decides to live a year. It’ll be a good year. He goes all out - they have Christmas even - and so, maybe, there was this one night

He’s at the bar, like he does, there’s this guy, and he’s cool, and they start talking. And the guy steps a little closer, and Dean sees what this is, and he steps back, feels a little awkward, thinks of his dad, but then dude just smiles and backs off, and Dean’s disappointed.

So he goes out another night maybe, and there’s this guy, right? And he’s having a hard night, maybe, and Dean sees the signs of self-pity, #hello #queued for self-pity in hell

One thing leads to another, and the next thing Dean knows, he’s outside the bar, making sure dude has a cab home, and telling the dude #you are hot don’t worry #fucker missed his chance #any guy would be lucky to have you #you’re amazing and you’re awesome and you’re better off without him

And it’s not until dude is gone that Dean gets uncomfortable again. Because... well no. He’s drunk. Been drinking. Not like he meant it.

But then the morning comes, and he thinks about it, and he’s surprised how he thinks about it. Because he thinks, he hopes dude remembers. Not him, but what he told him, hoping dude won’t be so down on himself. Then he thinks, why? Then he thinks...

Well, pffft. Dude was hot, okay?! Dude was super hot, and charming, and sweet, and actually really great, and Dean really did mean what he said. That’s fine. There is absolutely nothing wrong with knowing when someone is a great person, and there’s nothing wrong with recognizing when someone of the same gender has got it going on, alright?

Yeah.

Yeah!

YEAH

Exactly that.

#god dude was hot

And, well, maybe that’s a little freeing? He misses his dad, god does he misses his dad, but you know what? Sammy’s right, there were just some things their dad didn’t understand, and that’s one of them. He means, not that his dad couldn’t appreciate someone, but he was set in his ways. He was rough, had other things or whatever

And it is freeing. Dean can appreciate how someone looks! Dude! Those dudes? Some of those dudes work hard on their body. Why the fuck not recognize that? And some others? They don’t see it. They don’t realize what they have - that they’re beautiful fit. Dean sees them. He always saw them. 

If he said anything, they might get the wrong idea #don’t swing that way but duuude, thanks! #you’re awsome #you’re hot 

But isn’t it just feeding into their false ideas of themselves if he doesn’t appreciate it?

Yeah

#i’m a saint

And yes, it is freeing, because things start to change in his life that he didn’t expect, and isn’t that what you want before you die?

Like Sam’s hair shit. Sam’s weird about his hair, okay, fine, you do you, but it’s nice, actually, to tease his brother with #you’re such a girl Rather than #you’re so gay.

He doesn’t know why. It just is.

He relaxes. It’s whatever. It’s fine. And Sam is just behind the Dean-train when he frowns, or gives Dean a look, or when he’s all #stop checking out the watiress And Dean’s like #who And Sam’s #what And Dean’s #oh. no. not her. And Sam’s just like #i...

Because he's just not used to Dean’s new general #appreciate people #they deserve it #i’m gonna be in hell sammy let me appreciate people Kinda thing

That’s all

Besides, aren’t there more important things to think about?

Which comes slapping Dean in the face when -

[black-nyanko]

Is it true that nm x ccino is canon now?

this for u*ˊˇˋ*

[greenmanwiththesauce]

i think it's really funny how people called me useless and all that as a child and i reverse engineered it so instead of having little to no self confidence i am quite literally capable of destroying you with my self esteem. hah hah i am so awesome (punches you)

[enziroth]

Semi-Canon Thing (pt 3)

I swear this isn’t going to become a full on story, because I can’t handle so many at once, but here’s this because someone in the KidLaw chat requested it >.<

Warnings for graphic descriptions of torture.

The pictures came every few days after that, each with a new horror.

Law could recognize the angry red lines left by whips, the marks of animal teeth, the ugly black burns. Every picture showed him a new crop of them on Kid’s skin, a fresh layer replacing the barely-healed ones that blotted out the delicate white more and more. It almost seemed as if he were losing Eustass as time went on, the man slowly blocked from his sight under the marks of torture.

His metal arm had been torn away by the second picture, the stump left raw and bloody. His hair was caked with dirt, more muddy brown than red now. On his neck, mottled yellow patches framed by blackened skin spoke of flesh set on fire and left to burn.

His face was always a mess, soaked with blood and matted hair, but never torn apart so much that it was unrecognizable. Whoever was sending the messages, whether it was Kaido himself or someone working under him, they wanted Law to know it was Kid he was seeing.

The second and third pictures had come within the week. The fourth and fifth followed soon after. Law kept every one, pinning them up on the wall next to his desk as a constant reminder of what was at stake.

The gulls hadn’t brought any ransom notes, or demands for surrender. Law kept himself busy with plans for when they came. He had assets, of course, and knowledge far surpassing anything Eustass could offer, but he had no doubt that Kaido would want him to turn himself in.

But it had been two weeks now, and still nothing came but the pictures. They couldn’t possibly be holding Kid just to taunt Law with him, could they? It was a far more strategic move to ask for Law’s surrender in return for Kid’s life, instead of using him to throw Law off-balance in the coming fight.

Or they could mean to kill him, slowly, and have me watch. He’d hardly be able to face an emperor when he couldn’t breathe without the man…

No. They couldn’t know. He’d never shared that, not even with Kid himself. The demands would come, and he would deal with them.

But for now, Law was left to stew in his fear, locking himself up in his quarters with the pictures and little else. His crew knew not to approach him, knew not to ask him for new orders or for help with little things.

Shachi dropped off meals by his door in the morning. Penguin picked up the half-eaten leftovers at night. Bepo kept the ship on course to Wano. Law fell asleep with the worn shred of Kid’s cloak every night, until even the barest hint of his scent was gone.

It was all he could do.

The sixth picture came tucked inside the shell of a long-range transponder snail. The snail was unmarked, but there was only one person it could belong to.

Law hadn’t bothered to lock himself in his room to open this particular letter. He shredded the envelope on the deck, in full view of his crew. After the long, aching nights spent shivering in his empty bed, he didn’t have the wits left to care what they saw of him.

It was Kid, of course, bound and forced to his knees. He’d been stripped of what tattered clothes he’d had before, naked except for his shackles. Law had seen the thick bands that crossed his neck and ankles in every picture since the first, a constant reminder of his place.

And yet, this picture was different. None of the others had shown the torture itself; merely the result of it, the proof left carved into skin.

This one showed a bladed whip cutting through Kid’s left side, where the long scars still lay. It had been angled so it lined up perfectly with the longest one, severing tough tissue to bite the pink flesh beneath. Angry red streaks ran up and down his chest, the jagged cuts speaking of Kid moving at the last second to mess up the shot.

Law didn’t want to think about how many there were, about how Kid’s pride would’ve made him take all the other lashes just to deny his captors. How had they made him hold still, for this one?

Maybe they broke him. Maybe they sent the snail because they won, and they want me to know it.

Maybe they wanted to know what price he would pay to get the shattered, bleeding body of his lover back.

His fingers tightened on the picture, edges crinkling under his grip. He was scared to look up to Kid’s face, terrified at the thought of seeing dull eyes and empty features instead of the man he knew.

God, he didn’t want to look, but he had to, he couldn’t help himself…

The look on Kid’s face was fury.

There was no misery here, no begging, no pleading for mercy. The curled lip, the bared teeth, feral eyes narrowed in anger…this was Eustass Kid, the man who fought his way out of the South Blue and into the New World, and this petty attempt at breaking him was an insult.

He’d never fall. Not to this.

Law felt the swell of pride rise in his chest. Here was Eustass, his Eustass, still intact. Of course he was; Law wouldn’t have chosen anything less than the best, the strongest, to share his bed. Kid had proved himself time after time, and Law was a fool for worrying.

After Wano, after he rejoined Strawhat and they took down Kaido together, he’d call Kid to meet him. They’d sit together at a bar, some two-belli place on an island far out of the way, and Kid would laugh at how Law had ever been scared for his sake. They’d swap stories, Law of the antics of Strawhat and Kid of the trials of dealing with Apoo. Kid would tell of how he’d stood alone against Kaido, boasting that he’d have won if only his ally hadn’t turned on him.

Then they’d hunt the traitorous bastard down, together, and Law would hold him still while Kid tore him to pieces.

Relief bubbled in his veins, and in a daze he heard himself laughing. Kaido could take as many pictures as he wanted; it wouldn’t change a damn thing. Law would meet up with Strawhat, and they would send Kaido to his grave just as they’d sent Doflamingo before him.

Law snatched up the snail, eyeing it. If Kid wasn’t going to give in, well, Law wasn’t either.

The sun caught its shell as it sailed over the railing, leaving a trail of searing white flashes before it fell into the sea.

[robotbeta]

☽, ♣, ✄, and ∑ & ≠??

Thank you! I’ll answer these ooc

☽ : The muses secret fear

Bet-E: That she will never discover her past before Miles

Miles: That he will someday be unneeded or replaced

Betty: That one day, she’ll wake up and have all her past memories again, making her a completely different person than who she currently is.

♣ : Muses favourite book/s

Bet-E: Encyclopaedia Britannica

Miles: I, Robot by Isaac Asimov

Betty: The Joy of Cooking by Marion Rombauer Becker, Ethan Becker, and Irma S. Rombauer (It was her first cookbook, and holds a lot of memories for her)

✄ : Muses favourite colour and why

Bet-E: Pink - It is a feminine color, and she feels a strong need to prove herself to be female.

Miles: Brown -  Anything brown takes a long time to look dirty

Betty: Navy Blue - She feels it complements her skin and hair color best.

∑ : Muses idol, if they have one.

Bet-E: Daft Punk/Marina and the Diamonds/Adel/Frank Sinatra/Andrew von Oeyen/Pretty much any famous musican, but particularly ones who convey emotion through their music

Miles: Tony Stark

Betty: Gordon Ramsay

≠ : If they met their idol, what would the muses reaction be?

Bet-E: "Please show me how you create."

Miles: "Dude! Can I work for you?"

Betty: ”ohgodohgodohgod-Hi! You’re amazing! Do you have any tips for aspiring chefs? Thank you for being an inspiration for me!”

[robotbeta]

where does miles work? we know bet-e enjoys cooking, but what's her favourite thing? does she still enjoy food even though she can't participate in it?

Miles works at a privately owned robotics/computing company called Kennith-Overland Innovations (Otherwise known as KOI [their logo is the fish]). He works as a leader in the robotics programming branch and makes a pretty nice amount. He just doesn’t spend it ever. Cuz he’s a dumbass. Because he’s simple and prefers to keep things that way. Most of his money goes towards paying rent (which, considering his kinda crappy condo, is fairly low), food, electricity (A LOT OF IT GOES HERE BECAUSE BET-E), and buying things Bet-E wants, like new blenders and clothes she feels are appropriate for expressing herself.

Bet-E greatly enjoys cooking. She sees it as an art form, as one that she can properly share with others. It’s a craft she can perfect through trial and error, it’s a lot more straight forward than music. Her favorite thing to cook would probably be desserts, because they are the greatest challenges. (Betty feels the same way!) Many are quite delicate, and their presentation is important to perfect. Which brings me to the second part of that question: does she still enjoy food even though she cannot eat it? Yes! She enjoys food’s aesthetics. The visual presentation of food is extremely important to her. Whether she is creating the food herself, or if she is looking at food somebody else has made, the way it’s presented is incredibly important. It is only bested by how the food tastes.