Dead dove, do not eat.

[dreamlocket]

DYSFUNCTIONAL

Fluff's boring. Overdone. Forget that, let's play ships that affect everyone involved for the worse, not better.

How to Play
- Comment with your character's name, canon, info, and any preferences you find relevant.
- Reply to others.
- Respect boundaries, even when the internet barbies aren't.



01. YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME TO HAVE TO HURT YOU TOO... The object of your love/lust is resisting your advances, so it's time to take what you want.
02. JEALOUSY. It's jealousy to the extreme. You're going to make damn sure your lover knows how you feel about them seeing other people.
03. INCEST IS BEST. You know it's wrong, all kinds of sinful, but you can't resist the draw. If characters aren't related, then they are now! Or at least it feels very close to incest anyway.
04. YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET FAR. You love that person so much, you've made sure they can't get away - by physically tying them down or by some other emotional or mental means.
05. I'LL MAKE YOU HURT. You've set it up to make sure your lover catches you cheating or doing something else hurtful just for that reason. You want to make them suffer.
06. CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE ME. You're both taking sex to extremes.
07. BROKEN. Your lover has utterly broken you and you need them to know.
08. SECRECY. You're embarrassed by your lover, utterly embarrassed. If they weren't useful in some way (even if it's just in bed!), you wouldn't even be with them.
09. YOU'RE MY LAST CHOICE. You don't really love the person you're with, but they're all you could snatch up and it's no secret to either of you.
10. FORCED TOGETHER. You don' love each other, but you have no choice but to be together due to outside influences. Alternatively, you've been captured and are now being forced to make a sex video even if you don't want to.
11. WATCH HOW I DO IT. You were just forced to watch your lover have sex with someone else (willingly or not) or beaten and now you've got to deal with the aftermath.
12. IF YOU ONLY KNEW. You're not who your lover thinks or you've got a lot of deep dark secrets that, if they only knew, they'd hate you forever.
13. NOT WHO I WAS. Maybe your lover was replaced with a pod person or they're under brainwash or something, but you know they're not who they were.
14. LOVE POTION XXX. You couldn't resist it anymore. You needed your lover, so you've drugged them into loving and wanting you too.
15. THREATS. This person isn't with you willingly. They're only putting up with you because you've threatened them into doing so.
16. FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT.
17. NOT GOING TO SAVE YOU. Your lover is on the brink and you're just going to watch them fall. You don't care anymore.
18. HATE YOU. You need your lover to know how exactly much you hate them. You can't even touch them without your skin crawling.
19. BETRAYAL. You've betrayed your lover in some huge way and you don't care that they've found out.
20.YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!

Comments

Claire Bennet || NBC's Heroes || OTA

[infinite1ups]

( Would prefer the angsty side to the smutty side tbh. )

The Deep | The Boys

[deepinthere]

Squalo Superbi // Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

[sharktrash]

well hello there

[judgementcrime]

[Rico has a feeling that Squalo knows exactly what he's doing when he starts ignoring Rico's calls. One or two? That's fine, he's not insane. They're all busy sometimes. They had a pretty fun thing going on between them, he'd thought. He could keep it going for a while. But when it stretches into a couple weeks? That's when he starts to feel embarrassed, and he takes that personally. A weak molotov mix through the window and a friendly reminder is not gonna cut it this time.

So when he finally has the time to track down the damn asshole, he's not too surprised to see him not too far away from the club, in an alleyway with a guy he doesn't recognize. Emphasis on with. Ugh. Is be about to be petty? Yeah. Incredibly so. With only a cursory glance to evaluate whether he's going to get into deep shit for this or not, which he's not because the guy isn't politically important and who gives a fuck if Squalo likes him or not - he's reconsidering that himself - he strides towards them.

And with absolutely no warning whatsoever - or hell, maybe Squalo knew this was coming the whole time - Rico steps up, presses his gun to the side of the stranger's head and pulls the trigger.

That’s a bit messy. Well, so are relationships.]

Well, great. [Rico says shortly, as he shoves the falling body towards Squalo.] Who the hell was that supposed to be?

*hello* 👀

[sharktrash]

[ He's mostly right. Squalo knows exactly what he wants, but this is maybe not the exact way he expected to get it. There was certainly something about Rico putting in an effort, fighting for him, even roughing him up a little maybe, and this was a much better method than talking issues out like women or whatever. ]

[ What he was not expecting, though, was having brain matter splattered on his face right here and now. There goes the poor sod he was stringing along to maybe have some fun with, or just use as a way to get his supposed partner mad. So Rico gets to enjoy maybe three whole seconds of Squalo's genuine What the FUCK face which would not normally appear in such circumstances before it momentarily becomes an oh no that's hot face which then shifts seamlessly to annoyance. ]

Somebody who's NOT A FUCKING COP, [ Squalo growls, shoving the body back. So much for respect for the dead. Guess it wouldn't have worked out anyway. ] The hell do you want?! Busting one of my cousins not enough for you, asshole? [ More like third cousin twice removed, but he wanted a reason to bitch and he was going to, as if he wasn't in front of a gun that's just wasted somebody. ] I thought you were gonna leave Little Italy alone.

[judgementcrime]

[Rico relishes the hell out of those quiet few seconds in the aftermath of the gunshot ringing out, and it shows in his expression. Because he knows full well he's about to get bitched out to an incredible degree. Good. He’s got some bitching out to do himself.

Yeah, he's not here to play hot potato with a bloody corpse. He shoves aside the body pitched back at him. Kicks it out of his way when it falls on top of his ankle, and continues pressing forward right into Squalo's personal space. And with the same amount of hesitation that he'd had pulling the trigger (i.e. none), he nestles the warm metal of his gun right up underneath his jaw, really digging it in. At the same time, he slings his other arm over Squalo's shoulder. Brings him in close. All, you know... Casual. Sweet. Frowning. Oh that's not good, he doesn't usually do the last one.]

And what, are you the whole of Little Italy? Cry me a river. This isn’t a work matter, this is a you and me matter.

[Rico's eyes narrow. There are a few flecks of red splattered across his face, but not as much of a mess like on the other. Have fun rinsing that out of your hair, you prick.]

Who gives a shit about one of your cousins, you've got plenty of 'em left. Not my fault that one was stupid enough to get arrested. How about you give me an apology to start with?

[sharktrash]

[ It's more of a reflex than anything that makes Squalo tilt his chin up, as if trying to get away from that definitely still warm barrel ramming under it, not that it makes much of a difference. He kind of looks more thrilled than scared, though, as if he's enjoying every moment of this. Which he is. In fact, he's about equally tempted both to spit at Rico's face and to demand they fuck right there on the dumpster, but either of those might be pushing it a little too much when he's in this mood. ]

[ There's still no apology coming, however, and Squalo doesn't back away, either. Rico can crowd him all he wants. Squalo gives him a crooked half-grin. ]

Fuck you. You wanna talk you and me? Fine. You know what's the last thing Vinnie told me? [ Of course the nobody-cousin from Little Italy is called Vinnie. What else could it possibly be. ] That you're fucking the bartender over at Velvet Dragon. 'Nd then you snuff him, how do you think that looks?

[judgementcrime]

Looks pretty reasonable in my books, [Rico says evenly, with absolutely no shame whatsoever. About Vinnie's murder, and the fucking around.] You don't pick up my calls, am I supposed to sit around with my thumb up my ass and wait for you?

[Is that what started all this? Jealousy? The arm slung over his shoulder plays with Squalo's hair, winds up with a tight fistful.]

Velvet Dragon was part of a job. Which I would have explained to you if you'd asked. But you didn't! [He says that last word sing-song, playful even if his face is anything but.] So - fucking that bartender over every surface of that place was just for fun.

[sharktrash]

[ Oh, that guess seems to be right on the money. Squalo's clearly riled up more by each word coming out of Rico's mouth, finally struggling in his grip. He might also be trying to elbow him somewhere in the solar plexus, and this guy's jutting bones are sharp. ]

You good for nothing donkey-blowing dickbreath. [ There's probably something even more colorful being added in Italian because why not. ] Then why the fuck are you hunting me 'round the club if I decide to do the same?

[ This could get him shot. Number of fucks he gives: zero at the moment. ]

[judgementcrime]

[He’d said what he did on purpose to get a reaction from him, but guess what? Getting elbowed in the chest fucking hurts. Rico wheezes with the impact, and gives him an incredulous look as Squalo unrepentantly curses him out with more than a few choice words in Italian.

The whole point of pulling a gun on someone is so that they don’t pull shit like this. But of course Squalo never got that memo, the crazy bastard. Well, that’s fine. He should have expected that, it’s half of why he likes him in the first place. That’s Rico’s mistake.]

Because. You. Didn’t. Call!

[He says it in a growl, emphasizing every word. It doesn’t get him shot. But it does get him pistol whipped. Rico twines his hand further into his hair, really wrapping his fingers around the silver strands, and yanks down on it hard at the same time he pulls the gun back from his throat and uppercuts him on the jaw with it, slamming it closed - and more importantly, shutting him up. If he timed it right, he should have bitten his tongue too. Serves him right.]

https://i.redd.it/qaejxpeejqg91.jpg

[sharktrash]

[ Guess that makes two of them. Squalo wouldn't be into somebody nice and self-preserving either. ]

[ Case in point, he's punched by a fucking gun handle. He doesn't quite bite his tongue, but he certainly bites his lip hard enough to feel his mouth well up with blood. ]

[ Enough is enough. There's a telltale sound of metal sliding through fabric, and a moment later, he's jamming what looks like a knife into the gun in just the right way to keep it from going off while he turns the best he can and tries to headbutt Rico in the face. It might not work too well with that tight grip on his hair, but he does also have a plan B which is basically just spitting a mouthful of blood and saliva at his partner. ]

'Cause you don't fucking own me!! I will not be an afterthought.

[ Guess he's still mad about the bartender. Oops. ]

hfjkrsfd

[judgementcrime]

[Why couldn't they just have a Talk about being exclusive, like normal people? Oh wait, because they aren't normal people.]

[Rico's hand jumps as Squalo strains forward hard enough to pull several strands of his own hair out in order to headbutt him. His chin jerks backwards, just barely avoiding the blow by inches, but then he gets a mouthful spat all across his lower face. He curls his lip in disgust, tasting it on his teeth, more bothered by the spit than the blood. Squalo's got enough leverage on his gun to challenge control over its movement if he wants. But even considering that, Rico's not too interested in putting it away.]

Yeah? I got a body at our feet that proves otherwise.

[To all parts of Squalo's statement. Somehow it's both reassurance and derision at once. Honey, you think you're an afterthought after all this? He breathes out, his gaze flicking over the red painting Squalo's face as he strains to keep him in place.]

Let's talk afterthought. [Some hints of his New York accent starts slipping out as his voice gets rougher and deeper, because he's that pissed.] Because I'm not gonna be one, either. I'm not someone you can ignore for weeks.

Belphegor . Obey Me . OTA

[drowsydemon]

Maya Natsume | Tenjou Tenge

[bombahead]

Rin Tohsaka | Fate/ Series

[bossymaster]

dimitri alexandre blaiddyd | fe3h

[stubboarn]

[ prefs in journal. pm me if unsure. familiar with azure gleam! ]

pain time

[godshattering]

[ Remire is, in a couple words, a calamity. Something he'd guessed with the firmness with which Jeralt had summoned Teach in the captain's own brand of anxiety not outright voiced, this being some information Claude may or may not have been intentionally eavesdropping for when he'd noticed the knights deploying somewhere and his questions about it went unanswered. Maybe it was fitting, then, that despite not being their professor Teach had turned right to where he'd been loitered and summoned the Deer to go with them. Intriguing, in its own deeply morbid sort of way; how often had the houses teamed up throughout the year? Whatever was waiting for them on this mission - that certainly set the tone.

During the short travel there the mood had been difficult to read with how it seemed to ricochet between several varieties of distress and to the point where even the normally (mostly) cheerful Deer were as silent as the grim-looking Lions. Despite his attempt to keep an even veneer on the outside, even Claude's sense of foreboding was slowly increasing exponentially the closer they got and it became clear the dark smoke on the horizon was just an indicator of what would greet them.

The smoke turns out to be the least terrible part.

It makes sense to split the students into two groups with whatever battalions they were able to call forth at short notice, with the Deer falling back to keep guard with Professor Hanneman directing them to cover the villagers freed from their rampaging neighbors and loved ones. Marianne sets about healing them while Raphael and Ignatz keep guard, and though he's been told to stay relatively in one place Claude exchanges a look with Lysithea that says the mage can't just stay there either. With that, they're off. (Lorenz's scolding shout gets thoroughly ignored by both of them.)

A burned out house still smoldering threatens to choke him as he covers his face with part of his cape - finally finding a decent use for it - and keeps an arrow nocked and at the ready. It comes in handy when they catch up to the back of the Lions' formation and one of the unwell villages lifts something meant to harm Mercedes, and he's quick to let that arrow fly. Down they go, and he exchanges a terse smile with her as she goes to cover Annette and Claude turns to Lysithea to ask her if she's seen Dimitri while they've been walking. She shakes her head no and he turns back to to peer ahead further into the fray, obstructed as it is by haze and rubble with the ominous sound of weapons ringing amidst shouts. There's probably no reason to worry.

Right? ]

[stubboarn]

[ he doesn't like the scenes before him. the kinds of memories they bring back are unwanted, and cruel; dimitri remembers his father in every scream; his mother, in every wounded child. he remembers the soldiers who have died for him, and the voices of the dead. too loud, too insistent, who seems to have risen from the vault he keeps them closed in with this one town in order to take him to task.

amidst the smoke and the blood, dimitri grips his lance tightly and snarls - ]

Hunt them like beasts. Those who have hurt the townspeople will pay!

[ the lions look at him, stunned. felix clicks his tongue but even he knows better than to stop the boar in his rampage. dedue sticks close by him in worry. dimitri's attention is taken by sylvain, who quietly points out that there are mages he needs to pay attention to - they do not seem to be part of here, and dimitri grits his teeth, feeling his head pound with every step he takes.

salvation! salvation! ]

Anyone who disturbs the peace should be slaughtered!

[ the lions move. there's a steely determination in their faces as they stomach the prince's words. what else can they do? they form a phalanx around dimitri, spreading out in order to keep others away - claude will get a rather tense word from sylvain telling him to stay in his line of sight. there is a wild beast moving amongst them. and it is hungry for blood. ]

[godshattering]

[ Stay in his line of sight? Claude turns to look at Sylvain to see if the older teen is joking or maybe some advanced level of slight to his skills, but the redhead's face is far grimmer than he's ever seen it. That's enough to confirm this isn't a joke, not something Sylvain's come up with to goad him into training grounds banter. There's some context he's missing, having only heard Dimitri's voice but not what was said or the exact tone over the roar of everything else while focusing on finding villagers to aid in their advance. He frowns then with the question on the tip of his tongue but turns as Lysithea says his name as pegasi riders approach in uniforms he doesn't recognize.

With the Lions tackling those advancing on foot, the two Deer team up to ground the riders in short order. They continue sweeping abandoned houses as they pass, Sylvain's watch split between them and the prince, and direct what villagers they find hiding away from whatever awaits. Footsteps behind them as they're entering one house has Claude wheeling around, arrow ready to be loosed, only to discover Hilda is there clutching her axe.

Now is no time to joke but Claude is opening his mouth for some inane quip about actually putting in effort until she beats him to speaking first. I think something is wrong with His Highness, she says, tentatively, like she's either unsure if those words quite fit or what his reaction to them will be with that title they don't use neatly separating meaning and emotion, and his heart jumps into his throat. The gesture he makes is supposed to suggest Hilda team up with Lysithea instead but he has to hope they'll understand as he hurries out back into what was once the town's square.

Not an injury, he thinks while recalling that shout in what he knew to be Dimitri's voice but didn't sound like Dimitri, or Sylvain would've said something. Or Mercedes, or probably even Felix if it was bad enough. As he jogs past slumped over stone fences the Lions' faces from their phalanx flicker through his mind again and he realizes - it's worry they were trying to hide. Not about the village, either; their house leader is where it's focused.

He joins the formation once more and when he means to step towards where Dimitri faces a mage to offer some kind of backup, it's Ingrid who catches his arm this time to keep him from going further in. Her expression is also grave in a way he's never seen even with all that teasing that she should lighten up sometime, and when Claude follows her line of sight to Dimitri - well. Understanding finally sinks in. ]

[stubboarn]

[ he hasn't been in battle in so long, and this reminds him of the frantic pace it sets in the mind. the screams, the smoke, the blood - dimitri crushes his enemies, destroys them with his lance. the lions press close to him when there's a crowd and contracts when there's easy pickings for individual enemies, if only so dimitri doesn't have to kill everyone. or hurt anyone. whatever they can handle amongst themselves, they keep far away from their prince. dimitri handles the heavier, more powerful fighters and mages, who crumble against the prince's might.

he is covered in soot and blood.

when they have a quieter moment, the lions move towards him to try an reign in their prince. boar, felix roars, grabbing him by his uniform. we have a mission here. or did you forget? are you that far gone that you can't tell friend from foe? ]

Don't underestimate me.

[ he snarls. he looks hateful. dedue presses closer, quietly and patiently trying to calm him down. finally sylvain says, don't let him see you like this. ]

Who is -

[ sylvain presses closer, and firmly gets into the monster's line of sight - don't let him see you like this, your highness. i beg of you.

felix clicks his tongue. and then, from a distance, he sees claude, and he grits his teeth.

they stand awkwardly around him, until ingrid tells him, your highness, we can handle the rest of the work - please rest. several of them echo the sentiment, felix being just as brash as he was before, which gets him a glare from dedue and sylvain shaking his head. not that felix cares. he, too, is a scared animal.

they rescue the villagers - what they can. tomas ... becomes something less than human. everyone is shaken from the experience. and in the outskirts of town, dimitri leans against the shade of a tree and rubs his face, sitting on the roots as he breathes heavily, his hands in his face. ]

[godshattering]

[ There is a deliberate system of checks and balances those closest to the prince are running. Felix castigates, Dedue supports, Sylvain reasons, Ingrid guards. Ashe shifts his weight from one foot to the other and back again nervously, Annette worries, and Mercedes waits with a hand on each of their shoulders.

He watches, both hands now gripping his bow. His fingers tighten around it enough to where if he was stronger he could twist the metal when Dimitri glances his way. Claude looks away into the ruins of the village. He doesn't see the rest.

There's some murmurs from the Lions he intentionally tunes out as he walks off to do - something, anything to feel useful, anything to avoid replaying everything about this in his mind over and over. As if he can outrun his own thoughts, like he doesn't know that's impossible. Like he can't feel Lysithea and Hilda watching him closely as he keeps his mask set in place to greet the other Deer with nothing but grim cheer as they walk up to assist with the post-battle efforts. Others need some sense of normalcy even if he can't offer it to himself.

Eventually, there's nothing left for him to do but to trudge off in the direction of where he'd seen Dimitri disappear with a relatively clean towel clutched in one hand. There are too many emotions vying for the lead in his chest as he walks, and none of them offer any comfort as they crash over him with all the turbulence of Derdriu's seas during a storm. By the time he reaches where Dimitri sits hunched over, Claude's mostly pushed them back though the weight of them hangs heavy in his chest.

What is he supposed to say? All of what he'd considered on his path out of the village crumble to dust as he looks at the prince. The temptation is there to stay silent for once in his life but it feels wrong. Claude takes a deep breath as soundlessly as he can then winds the towel up in his hands, intent on using it to clean the grime away from the other's face. ]

Sit up, Dimitri.

[ As neutrally as he can, given Remire, Tomas who isn't really Tomas, the Death Knight. Wherever they go from here. If only either of them knew the Flame Emperor would arrive while they're otherwise occupied with... this. And Claude should say more, he knows, but Dimitri deserves the chance to speak first. Maybe it'll answer some of his questions or maybe the other will try to gloss over it, but he won't find out without being told something. He stays standing while waiting for Dimitri to move, deliberately in arm's reach for whatever it counts for. He waits for as long as it takes, unwavering gaze focused on the prince. ]

[stubboarn]

[ he is a wild animal in a cage. when he hears movement around him all of his ghosts scream - hush, your death is coming. and of course it wasn't. he had expected it to be the professor, or dedue, or felix, or any of the blue lions, but that voice -

- dimitri stills. he doesn't look at him, but he does sigh. ]

Ah ... Claude.

[ yes. he remembers now. amidst the horror and the sorrow and the rage, the deer were there as well. and sylvain had begged him: don't let him see you like this. well, all of that caution was to waste, wasn't it? what is there to say. had he come here to be angry? he'll take it, what good is a man like him for anyway -

he turns to look at him after a pause, and when he sees his hand, he doesn't understand. ]

What do you have there?

[godshattering]

[ What's basically a lack of response from Dimitri doesn't inspire confidence. But it does help that he answered, doesn't it? The prince could've said nothing at all. It's not exactly reassurance, especially given the lack of movement, but for a second Claude feels a little less like turning around.

Until he's suddenly asked what he has in his hands, of all the possible things to be said, and for a millisecond he forgets to keep his face impassive and frowns before the expression fades away like it was never there at all. The question is just far enough out of left field that he almost thinks there has to be another meaning to it - that there's something hidden beneath one of the ordinary towels available about the training grounds and normally brought on missions so they don't have to pack their own.

Then again, he could just be projecting his own thoughts on that. Today's been as far away from ordinary as anything could get and whether something is just what it claims to be is worth questioning at this point. ]

A towel. [ To demonstrate, he keeps a grip on the hem only and lets it unfurl, fabric fluttering down towards the ground for Dimitri's inspection. Suddenly he feels foolish though the exact reason why eludes him and he narrowly avoids the urge to shift his weight from one foot to the other in silent uncertainty. ] I meant for it to clean off your face until we can stop somewhere else to do a better job. Or you can clean it yourself, if you'd rather.

[ He opts to conveniently leave out he was planning to do that part for the other, even if the omission makes it even more blatantly clear. To Claude, anyway; it feels like he may as well have just shouted that part out as he waits for Dimitri's decision. ]

[stubboarn]

I see.

[ what is ... best to say here. words seem to fail him. he stands up, because it's rude to be away from someone talking to you, but beyond that it's taking a while for dimitri to regain his sense of balance and composure. it always is: he has to reach in deep to haul the prince out of its tomb, to carefully plaster it over the beast that he was and is trying to rein in. ]

... you needn't bother. [ he says it softly, sighing. it did not even occur to him that claude would want to clean him himself. why would he? a beast like him? ] I ... appreciate the gesture but I ... am not deserving of such kindness.

[ yes. that is the ... best way to start with it, he thinks. dimitri wipes the side of his face with the back of his hand, and says, more forcefully, ] I apologize. I did not mean to - I was not myself. [ a pause, and then he says, ] I will go back to my duties. I will help where I can.

[ this is what he meant to say, and he does move to walk past claude, but exhaustion has crept in in the wake of his lack of adrenaline, and he misses a step as he goes - ] ... well, I ought to watch my step first.

[godshattering]

[ The words Dimitri is choosing make up the most stilted sentences he's ever heard from the other. That includes all of those times Claude's spent throwing out lines meant to fluster the prince and succeeded in making him sputter, but this? This is different, and while he'd tried not to frown seconds ago he doesn't bother pretending like he isn't now. There's a similar refrain he's noticing. What Dimitri is saying now compared to what he was told when they were on a hill underneath the stars aligns in a way that seems to finally connect together, the common thread he was missing before now coming to light - something grim he doesn't entirely know how to account for.

That Dimitri apparently chooses to leave feels a bit like a less polished version of his own exit plan always at the ready, but when the prince stumbles Claude grabs him lightly, hands on both of his elbows to steady him without really thinking about it. He can't actually tell if he's supposed to find the joke made about it funny - if Dimitri has suddenly decided to joke, which is jarring enough - but he doesn't. ]

I think you should sit back down.

[ I think, Claude says, but it comes out as less a suggestion than an order despite him sticking to his normal casual tone like everything's normal here. Never mind that they both know Dimitri could brush past him if he chooses to since this restraint he's taken on to keep the other in place doesn't count for much for anything. Dimitri might be trying to avoid him, but Claude's not looking away this time. ]

There's... [ He falters then, uncertain if telling Dimitri the truth that there's nothing to be done for the decimated village will upset whatever fragile balancing act is going on here. In the end, Claude can't find anything to smooth it over with. ] There's nothing you or I can do that the knights aren't doing already so you'll be helping more if you take a second to get some rest. Just sit quietly if you'd rather do that, but at least sit.