ART IS A FUCK? means the concept of good and bad art???thats fucken STUPIT. IF YOU’RE DRAWING STICK FIGURES IM HAPPY FOR YOU AS LONG AS IT MAKES YOU HAPPY. IF YOU’RE DRAWING REALISM IM HAPPY FOR YOU AS LONG AS IT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
RULES ARE SHIT? do what you wanna! no one can tell you that you HAVE to draw a certain way! DRAW HOWEVER YOU FEEL IS RIGHT FOR YOU, I BELIEVE IN YOU.
TIME IS FAKE? TAKE AS MUCH TIME AS YOU NEED. NO ONE CAN FUCKEN RUSH YOU. Someone who makes shit in 1 hour is NOT superior to someone who takes a week!
Prompt : You and the boys practice your hand to hand combat all the time to stay fit for each case. But when Dean gets a bit too handsy in training, Castiel takes it upon himself to intervene.
You blinked as you stumbled backward, raising your arm to
your mouth. It came back bloody.
“Let me see.” You tried not to flinch as Dean caught your
face gently in his gloved hands.
“What the heck, dude?” Sam called from the sideline, ducking
under the ropes to get to the pair of you.
“It’s fine…” You mutter, running your tongue along your
teeth. They were all still there so you were fine.
“I thought you blocked it.” Dean whispered with a
sympathetic hiss, turning your face gently in his hands.
You let out a scoff. “Me too.”
“You really should stop now, Dean.” You tapped at your
bloody lips with your glove as Cas spoke up from where he stood close to the
door. “You are being too rough.”
“Look, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Dean snapped, shooting
Cas a sharp look. You followed Dean’s eyes.
Cas was leaning on
the far wall, his body tensed as if the sight of you fighting each other had
him on edge. Castiel never partook in the bunker training sessions. He was
inclined to sit back and stare. As always. You almost smiled to yourself,
despite the pain in your lips. Could you imagine Cas boxing against Dean, or
God forbid, Sam? The skinny little guy would get destroyed. Dean was like a
train in the ring. You ran your fist along your jawline, flinching at the
tenderness. It was going to leave a bruise.
Dean heard you inhale sharply at the touch and he turned
back to you, his eyes soft. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.” You shook your head to clear it, wiping away
some blood on your lip. You knew how to take a hit or two. That was the point
of training. Bobby always used to say, better to take a fist to the face from
one of the boys rather than a thing that’s actually trying to kill you.
You heard Dean sigh beside you. “Look, your stance just
needs a little work. You could have blocked that if you had more power behind
“I know I know.” You grumbled, shuffling away from him. “I’m
tiny and I can’t beat you. You said that before.” You looked up at him, and you
saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes and you instantly lowered your head. It
wasn’t his fault you couldn’t knock the guy down. It wasn’t your fault he could
punch through your block like Rocky. “Sorry.” You mumbled.
Dean shuffled closer to you. “Just try to keep tension in
your stomach. Your core is the strongest part of you.”
Before you could react, Dean had his huge hands on both of
your hips, steering you into the correct stance in front of him. “Feet shoulder
width apart.” You blinked uncomfortably. You didn’t exactly like Dean touching
you. You felt heat rush to your face.
You hesitated and your eyes flickered up to the far wall
where you knew someone was watching. Castiel stood a few feet away, rigid and
still as a statue, his blue eyes fixed on you and Dean as you practiced. You
weren’t big on physical touch at all, and this was new, even though you
probably should have expected it seeing as it was Dean.
“Lower your butt.” You gulped down a gasp of shock as Dean
placed his hand wide on your lower back, pushing you down. You looked straight
ahead, feeling blush redden your cheeks. You knew that if you looked around now
you would find Castiel’s eyes and you were too embarrassed at the moment to
look to anyone, not even Sam.
Dean leaned over you. “Now take a swing.” You swallowed hard
as his arm came around and he rested his other palm on your flat stomach,
pressing his fingers into your abdomen. “Feel it here.”
It took you an uncomfortable moment of transition to finally
take a step and swing. Dean let out a hum of approval as you did. “Good, that
was better.” He patted your stomach lightly. “Did you feel the difference
You nodded, a little dizzy. You felt horribly awkward,
Dean’s hands were still on your body. You weren’t exactly comfortable. “Yeah.”
“Swing again.” Dean commanded as he steered you around to
face the other direction, your back facing Cas. Sam stood in front of you,
bouncing lightly as he took a moment to warm his arms up. “Hit Sam.”
“Uh,” You hesitated, unsure.
But Sam gave you an easy smile. “You’re fine, Y/N. Take your
Part of you wanted to turn back to Cas, see what he was
thinking, but Dean was right behind you, his hands on your back and abdomen.
You lunged forward, swinging at Sam with your gloved fists.
And that was when two things happened. First, you hit Sam,
and he smiled widely, blocking your strengthened blow with a nod of approval.
And second, as you lunged forward, you let out a squeak of shock as Dean’s hand
slipped lower and he grabbed a handful of your ass. You wheeled around, but
Dean was already stepping away, a faint smile on his stupid, handsome face.
“Sorry.” He ducked away from you as you instinctively lashed out to kick him,
your face bright red. “I didn’t mean to,” Dean was laughing lightly, his eyes
pleading yet amused. “I slipped, it was an accident.”
“Yeah right!” You snarled, swinging at him. You punched him
in the arm before you turned around to stalk to the side of the mat, your face
slowly regaining its normal color. “You’re a jerk!”
“Y/N, I swear that was an accident.” Dean took a step toward
you, and you shook your head. As the embarrassment wore off, you kind of just
wanted to punch him. But this was Dean, and you were kind of used to it by now.
“Maybe we should call it a day, guys.” Sam offered, his face
slightly pink. He shot Dean a glare, as if he was scolding him for ruining a
perfectly mature training session, but he didn’t say a word.
“Fine.” You muttered, feeling your jaw. “I need to shower
The three of you turned at the voice behind you.
Cas was standing,
moving towards you, shaking of his trench-coat as he moved. He tossed it on the
floor, his eyes hard and cold, fixed on Dean. You swallowed hard as he moved
past you to face the older Winchester brother, leaving the scent of his
aftershave in his wake. He loosened his tie and pulled it free with a sharp
jerk, and tossing it away before he met Dean’s eyes.
-Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when their love is unrequited. It eventually leads to suffocation of the diseased.
Killua twisted his head around to frown at Gon. “What are you doing now?”
“Making a list…” Gon muttered, an intense look of concentration on his face.
Killua raised an eyebrow. A list, huh? He leaned forward on the park’s table, asking, “Of what?”
“Of all the guys we know.”
Killua couldn’t help himself- he snorted. “I already told you, Gon. Give it up.”
“I won’t!” Gon snapped, not even pausing to stop his writing. “I can’t just- I have to do something, Killua! If you just tell me who you’re in love with-”
“I’m not going to,” Killua said shortly, even as his heart sang: its you, its you, its-
You. Its always been you.
“Then-” Gon’s hand moved faster, “- I’m not gonna stop, either!”
Killua scowled. Gon was so stubborn sometimes. It made Killua’s head pound. But he should’ve known this is how his best friend would react after Killua told him about the disease.
Hanahaki. The disease of love. How was it even possible for a sickness like that to even exist?!
Killua didn’t know. If only feelings could be just that- simple emotions, unable to have any physical effect on one’s body. But the world didn’t work like that because the world was as cruel as it was unfair, and Killua couldn’t do anything to stop his love for Gon from manifesting inside of him. Killua’s love curled and grew and sometimes when he thought about it too much, he imagined he could actually feel the flower sitting at the bottom of his throat.
It was a weird sensation. But the thing only hurt him when the flower’s petals blocked his windpipe; when he had to cough them up to breathe again.
Killua didn’t get it, the disease or his own emotions or how the flower in his throat somehow knew Gon didn’t love him back. Not like that, at least.
But I do know one thing, he thought with a helpless smile as he watched Gon’s brow furrow and his tongue stick out between those soft lips-
Killua was heads-over-heels in love with Gon Freecss. He was one hundred percent smitten with his best friend. And Killua would die before Gon ever found out.
Killua’s heart lurched painfully. Something inside him shifted slightly and Killua’s eyes flew open wide- the flower- when he tried to inhale but suddenly couldn’t.
“Ki-Killua?!” Gon jumped off the bench and ran over to Killua’s side as Killua coughed violently. “Killua! Killua, what’s-”
Killua couldn’t hear him. His vision blurred. His throat was on fire. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe-
He bend over his knees, shuddering, and gave one last cough.
A handful of soft, velvety petals tumbled out of his mouth and onto the grass.
For a long minute, they said nothing. Gon was frozen, hand hovering over Killua’s shoulder blades, but Killua barely noticed his presence. He was too busy gasping for air as tremors left his entire body shuddering.
There was still something heavy that tasted of metal and iron in the back of his throat. A second later Killua spat out a clot of blood onto the pile of already scarlet-stained petals.
“Ugh,” he rasped, finally. “Fucking- stupid flower.”
He coughed again and he faintly heard Gon’s detached voice-
“…is it always like this?”
Killua squinted up at Gon. His face was white. He stared at the flower petals with glossy gold-brown eyes and Killua’s stomach plummeted to the ground.
Damnit. Killua hadn’t meant for Gon to see this.
“No,” Killua said and Gon looked at him sharply. “I’m not lying, I swear! Its not normally like this.”
Most of the time it wasn’t, at least. But the symptoms were worsening, had been doing so ever since Killua told Gon about the disease. Seeing Gon react with such horror and overwhelming misery had only somehow made Killua’s ridiculous feelings for him grow.
Killua wasn’t sure how much worse the symptoms could get, at this point. But if it did get worse, it would only be a matter of time until…
Gon’s face hardened. Killua felt Gon’s hand curl into a fist on top of Killua’s back as his best friend swore, “I’m gonna save you, Killua.”
Killua swallowed thickly. He didn’t say: You can’t. You didn’t even know what was happening until I told you, how can you hope to save me now?
Instead, he said, “You’re stubborn streak is going to get you in trouble one day, Gon. Trust me when I say that this isn’t something you can save me from.”
Gon shook his head vigorously. “I don’t care! I’ll do whatever I can to save you anyway, because…”
His voice trailed off and, to Killua’s immense shock, his best friend’s normally tan cheeks darkened.
“B-Because?” Killua managed to stutter, pulse racing, flying, soaring-
Gon took a deep breath. “Because you’re my best friend, Killua. And I care about you too much to let you go that easily. No one could ever amount to how important you are to me, so I won’t let anyone take you away. No matter how much you love them.”
“I’m sorry, Killua. I know you that like this guy a lot, whoever he is, but I refuse to do nothing and let you die. So you’re gonna have to deal with me meddling in your life for a little bit, okay?”
Killua gaped. He stared openly at Gon as the shorter teen strode back around the table, sitting down and going back to his list with a single-minded determination that set his gold eyes aglow.
Killua shut his mouth. There was something warm unfurling inside his chest, right where his heart was. It made his toes curl in his sneakers and Killua dropped his gaze to the park’s wooden table. His cheeks were uncomfortably hot.
This feeling was different then the one when his body rejected the death flower. This feeling was soft, warm, peaceful. Gentle.
Killua peaked up at Gon through silver lashes. The other teen was too absorbed in his work to notice Killua’s gaze but that was fine.
Killua didn’t mind the flower in his throat because he didn’t mind- couldn’t regret- loving Gon. But he also couldn’t help the small flame of hope that flared inside his heart, fluttering against his ribs like a dove waiting to be set free.
Maybe, if he was lucky, Gon would figure out the whole truth behind Killua’s
Hanahaki Disease. Maybe, if he was the luckiest person on earth, Gon might just love Killua back.
Maybe, Killua could live on with Gon at his side, and he at Gon’s.
But for now all he could do was wait. Because if Gon did find out that he was the person who made Killua’s flower grow, he would wither away with guilt. And Killua would let himself suffocate before putting that heavy weight on Gon’s shoulders.
So. He would wait, and hope.
Killua lifted his face to the sun’s rays, enjoying the warmth across his forehead and nose, and smiled despite himself as he listened to Gon’s pencil scratch another name onto the list.
Miro is just sitting there like: Ball, do you see how Basti stole my child? He just can’t do this to me.So now I’m sad. That’s my Erik he can’t just steal him. Ball, you’re the only I still have. Than Basti is there like: Haha you idiot now he’s mine. And Erik is sitting there like an innocent child who hasn’t done anything.
Now that the read through was mentioned, what is the show rated? In the read through there were swear words but on Carmilla they're not mentioned or only a selective few, even in the bloopers they were bleeped out. It's normal to swear & it's not a kids show + they're in college, I don't know I just find it funny lol