#Hes so FFFFFFFINE

[allexthakatt]

Everyone wants young Sirius Black. That's fine or whateva but SIRIUS BLACK FROM GOLDEN TRIO ERA?!! I want an x reader of THIS mf

Get that BOY away from me I want the MAN 😩🤤

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Feeling a bit betrayed

So, I've been keeping my Hazbin hype to myself for the most part on here, cuz I got a few months to prepare and I dunno how frustrating an experience Prime will be since I've never used it, but yeah, I flipped out SO MUCH when the announcement hit. I'm just choosing to focus on other interests for the time being so my impatience doesn't kill me. XD

However, there is one thing I wanna talk about....it's on the negative side, and yeah, it has to do with the voice cast announcement yesterday, s-so please look away if you don't wanna read. I'm NOT mad at anyone, just venting. I-I just need to get this.....o-outta my system right away, so I can get over it as quickly as possible.

N-not every member of the pilot cast said they were leaving....

S-so.....I thought.....that the ones who didn't say anything were staying......

M-maybe I was just tricking myself....

D-dang it.....why'd Ed not SAY anything? On his Twitter? Did he not know at the time? C-cuz it feels so unlike him otherwise-! I-I was convinced that if he knew, he would've told us j-just like the others- I-if they could reveal it, why couldn't he? That's what I thought....I thought it wasn't a cause for concern....

He KNEW he was playing the fan-favorite character. He KNEW his voice was part of the reason why. A-after all those streams he's been on, all the fans he's interacted with, all those times he literally would jump in in the middle of the stream without being announced cuz he KNEW he would get 90% of the messages otherwise-

He was AWARE of his popularity- A-and he didn't say anything? I-it's his choice, b-but gosh- I-I wish I could say I saw this coming, but I legitimately DID NOT until yesterday! A-am I stupid? M-maybe I'm just stupid.....

I always got the sense that he loved being on Hazbin, and that he was the type of guy to communicate with his fans about this kinda thing, before we got our hopes up.....Even if it hurt, it would've been early enough for us to move on and adjust our expectations!

However, even though I wish he'd spoken up, I can UNDERSTAND why he didn't keep the role. It's because he's not a singer. Looking at the cast list, it's very clear that Viv wanted every character to do their own singing. She loves musicals, and wants to make this show feel like a high-quality Broadway show. Can't do that when characters have different people doing their singing like in the pilot. I understand why it had to happen.....

I-I'm not mad at him, just a bit....downtrodden....His voice was so distinct, and iconic.....No doubt, the new guy'll sound different, but....Let's hope it's not in a bad way. I did look him up, and safe to say, he can do the singing part perfectly, so that's a great sign. Voice aside, favorite character is still favorite character, nothing will change that if the writing's good. B-but I am a very auditory person, so I-I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping that I still get a good voice with the same effect on me as the old one....

A-and....y'know.....it kinda makes it a bit more heartwarming that Ed is Striker now. Just shows that Viv liked working with him and wanted to keep him, pffffff.....So, if he's fine with it, then I'll eventually be, too....^^

J-just....r-really wish I could've known sooner, that's all....

But it's fine....I'm fffffffine......

[spirit-small]

Edgeworth didn't like taking Phoenix to work with him. He tended to find him more distracting than helpful, and more often than not they would wind up arguing over something trivial and it simply was not a pleasant experience for him, no matter how much Phoenix missed being in the courtroom.

It was hardly a substitute, but to at least break up the monotony of being stuck at home, he would sometimes accompany Trucy on her daily activities. Now, a middle school classroom isn't the most exciting place for a borrower in his 30s. But it's a change, at least. Even if he is just kinda sitting in a bag. The real excitement comes when Trucy does her magic act.

Being a magician is, in many ways, he thinks, similar to being a lawyer, weirdly enough. The way the lawyer captivates the crowd, making them believe whatever unbelievable thing you're selling them. It's about not only convincing them, but even believing in yourself that what you claim is true. That you can truly perform miracles. The magic stage or the courtroom, the game is the same. And the name of that game is deception.

Now, sure, being a borrower ratatouilling a bean in order to practice law is a couple more layers of deception than most lawyers would have, but the principle here is the same.

Or was.

He misses it. The thrill of it all. Cracking the case and solving a crime is a feeling unlike any other, and one he'd gotten hooked on in his brief career as a lawyer.

So when he spots a crime scene from the safety of his daughter's pocket, he can't help but get a look.

"Hey, Truce... Can you see what's going on over there?" Phoenix calls up to her.

"Hmm... Looks like a murder. Wanna go see a dead body?" Trucy holds up her fists and looks down at Phoenix in her pocket, excitement in her eyes.

"Oh, you know I- actually. Wait. Wait. Am I a bad father if I take my daughter to crime scenes...? I mean, murder and death and crime doesn't exactly... Seem like the kind of thing I should be exposing you to? Hmm..." Phoenix thinks back to his days as a lawyer with Maya, and how Pearl would often accompany them to the site of crimes much worse than this, at an even younger age, and she turned out... Fffffffine? Relatively speaking.

"Oh, come on, Daddy, what's the worst that could happen?" Trucy rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright, let's go look at a dead body."

Trucy does an excited little hop and bounces toward the police line - do not cross. She hides Phoenix in her cape on her shoulder, for ease of talking without suspicion. Just as she tries to duck under the police tape, she's stopped by an officer.

"WooOOOOoooOOOOooOOOOOOAH there, kiddo!" An ear-piercing screech. "Y-Y-You can't go in there!" He gets on his loudspeaker. "THIS IS A RESTRICTED AREA, SIR!!!"

"Listen, Truce, this was a bad idea, maybe we'd better-"

"No way, Daddy, I got this. Watch!" Trucy winks and sticks her tongue out. She turns her attention to the officer.

"I'm here on behalf of Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. And I don't think the man in line to be the next Chief Prosecutor would take all too kindly to you holding me up like this. Hrmph!" She crosses her arms and pouts at him.

"Prosecutor... E-edgeworth? But this is... Prosecutor Gavin's..."

"grrmbl more like prosecutor FOP... grmmbrgrl..." A detective in a lab coat pushes past them, shoveling snacks in her mouth.

"Ema Skye...?" Phoenix whispers.

"Ema Skye?" Trucy repeats aloud.

"Hm?" Ema turns and looks Trucy over, up and down. "Am I supposed to know who you are?"

"Well... No, but, I think... You know my Daddy?"

"Mmhmm." Phoenix nods.

"Your Daddy."

"Phoenix Wright!"

"Phoenix... Wait, for real? I didn't even know that was scientifically possible! I mean, science is still totally unaware of the mere existence of b- Ahem. You have to tell me everything. Is he nearby? Is he..." Ema gets in close to Trucy and whispers. "Is he here with us right now?"

Trucy nods.

"Perfect. Let's go somewhere private, I'd like to catch up." Ema grabs Trucy’s arm and starts dragging her away from the crime scene.

"But don't you have an investigation to do?" Trucy asks.

Ema shrugs. "Dude's dead. He ain't going nowhere. I'll get on it in a bit. Meekins, hold my calls."

"I-I-I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT, SIIIIIIRRRRRR!" Meekins yells into his loudspeaker.

Trucy takes Ema back to the Wright Talent Agency, formerly the Fey & Co Law Offices. She takes Phoenix off her shoulder, placing him on a cluttered table after clearing off a space for him (just kinda shoving some junk onto the floor).

Ema gets in close to Phoenix, violating his personal space just a little bit. She hasn't seen him, nor any other borrower, in years. They're elusive creatures, and any sort of scientific research into them is almost non-existent. She has, since they first met, had a desire to thoroughly study his biology and put together a full paper on borrowers, but he and Maya said something about "potentially catastrophic consequences" and "putting millions of borrowers at risk" so even her offers to only publish it posthumously, either after her passing or Phoenix's, were shut down.

Her curiosity had never quite been sated on that front. Though she didn't want Phoenix to feel uncomfortable around her or like he was nothing but an experiment, so she tries to keep the scientific angle to a minimum. Which is hard, since science is one of the few things she has left that bring her joy. Science, and snackoos. She can't resist asking at least one question.

"Soooo... How did this... Y'know... Happen?" She gestures to Phoenix and Trucy.

Phoenix looks up at her and closes his eyes, putting his fingers together and kind of making a triangle around his nose. He inhales deeply.

"That... is a long story."

-----

"...huh. So it's true, then? Maya's no longer practicing... But like, for real this time. Because, remember, when we first met she said she was retired-"

"Yes. Yes I remember, Ema. I was there too."

"Right. Well, anyway, that's too bad. I was really hoping I'd get to work on some cases with her. This prosecutor I'm working with, ugh, don't get me started. He's both glimmerous, AND a fop! It's like the worst two in one! I was planning to help her out just to spite him..." Ema leans back and munches on a few snackoos, a kind of annoyed look on her face.

"Well... You know... If he's that bad... I do have an in at the prosecutor's office... Maybe I could make things... A little difficult for him? Eh?"

"Would Mr. Edgeworth really do something like that?” Ema perks up.

“Well... maybe not. He’s been on a real ‘morals’ and ‘ethics’ kick the last couple years, he’d probably say it’s some sort of ‘abuse of the power and respect his position affords’. Like the square he is.” Phoenix crosses his arms and pouts.

“Damn.” Ema follows suit.

"...so, detective, huh?"

"Ugh, yeah. They wouldn't put me on the forensics team. Can you believe it? They expect me to actually investigate without the latest in scientific investigative technology? Do they think I'm some sort of barbarian? Or cro-magnon? Or maybe like a wild west samurai, or-"

"I get the picture, Ema."

"R-right. I just... Urggh!" Ema looks away and shoves a handful of snackoos in her mouth. "I jussh don shee ow zhey shink-" she swallows. "-I can actually solve any crimes if they don't even give me the basics. Like, CSI Miami circa 2004 at LEAST. I'm flopping here, Wright. FLOPPING!"

"Well... Y'know... If you ever need some help investigating... I was pretty good at figuring out the real culprit in court." Phoenix smirks at her. Ema's eyes go wide.

"You wanna... Ratatouille me?"

“Well, no- Maya knew absolutely nothing about the law, but you became a detective all on your own. I don’t think ‘ratatouille’ is the right word here. I just wanna lend a helping hand, if you want it.”

“You really trust me to keep you safe? To keep you a secret?”

Phoenix chuckles. “I trust Edgeworth to, don’t I?”

“Ha! Well, alright, Wright- What do you say we head down to the crime scene?” Ema puts her hand down palm-up next to him. Phoenix steps on and she lifts him up to her shoulder.

“Ummm, Daddy?” Trucy looks at Phoenix and makes a face.

“Riiiight, Truce. I forgot you were here for a minute. Just, uh... head on home, don’t tell Edgey about any of this.”

“Well of course not! He’d be sooooo mad at you.” Trucy winks and sticks her tongue out. “I’m just wondering how you’re gonna get home.”

“...hm. Ema, you can drop me off later, right? If not, Trucy should be fine walking across town in the middle of the night, won’t you, Truce?”

“You know I love the smell of a seedy alleyway after dark, Daddy!”

“That’s a good girl.”

“...no, uh, no, I think I’ll drop you off. It’s fine. I feel like as an officer of the law I’m supposed to discourage teenage girls from going out alone at night.” Ema makes a moderately concerned face but pretty quickly wipes it away when she realizes she doesn’t actually care that much. 

“Come on, Wright.” Ema adjusts her hair to hide Phoenix on her shoulder. “Let’s go solve a murder.”

[darkicedragon]

Liveblogging Danganronpa 2

So that just leave Hajime then. 8′) But there’s not going to be any more trials. Maybe.

suuuuuuus.

One less than the end of the first game too, I think?

...Unless mini-Maru counts XD

Future Foundation, Hope’s Peak being the hope of the future... Did the escapees do something to undo some of the despair hold?

:o

Theeere’s the glitch again. :)

Ohohohohoho, time for the mind screwing. :D

Huh, restaurant lobby is restored. Well, I guess that’s normal, haha.

Yessssss, she’s looking after them!

PREVIOUS SAVES INTERFERING BC THERE’S TOO MUCH MEMORY LOAD. HECK YEAH.

Okay, but is this recording from the current simulation.

Hm, interesting. Since he so believed in Hope’s Peaks’ hope, then that’s leaning towards my earlier thoughts about the Future Foundation.

Dropout in terms of actual schooling, or dropout because he’s dead now?

Thank you, very convenient glitch, pfft.

The ruins?

Hope.

Fffffffine.

Unless it’s a very badly spelled HOEP, pfft.

Sssssssssssus.

Yeah, okay, I’m never going to grab it in the right spot, ahaha. ‘Please call me the Ultimate Hope’ He really wants to be Makoto, huh. Or is part Makoto.

Hnnnnnnnnnnnng, it feels really nice just. Having everyone together. qwq Also that the others are also hearing and reacting to them. (Which, yeah, simulation, and they’re being affected by it but then... Does that maybe make Hajime the only non-completely simulated person?)

Although Hajime’s not reacting either, hmmm. So all simulated and it’s the player who’s freaking out.

...

Hm.

Ooooooh. Though yeah, it looks like a basic trial area.

lkkladfl so they finally have this save’s memories bac.

Reset tiiiime?

Prologueeee. Or reset, haha.

Thought it sounded like Nagito, haha.

....Nope, not Nagito talking! Someone loved by  talent, hmmmm.

dskfjlsdfjaahahha.

Okay, if not Hajime, and someone loved by talent, then Byakuya?

Should be Byakuya if Nagito doesn’t recognise him with memories. Or could be Chiaki, but this doesn’t fi her talking patterns.

Yeah, Byakuya.

Hmmmmmm?

Nagito

What’s up with your nails. 8′) Are red nails a sign of being part of the despair group, pfft.

Did we see that he had bandages on before? I don’t think so.

Ooooooh?

Oi, anyone can have painted nails if they want.

But otherwise, a hand transplant???

Would it be Junko or uh. Her sister. XD’‘

More points to a simulation I guess.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

🔄 au for Eijiro. let him be tall

🔄 body swap ((Long post under the cut))

Eijiro couldn't get the hairstyle right. He couldn't get it at all, actually. This was bad. He wondered if Josuke ever had it down, maybe he could slip by without it being commented on. "-JOSUKE! HURRY UP, YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE AGAIN!" "Yes," no stutter was weird no stutter was weird no stutter was weird, "Mom- -I'm coming!" Eijiro crossed himself as he left the bathroom, "Come here," he froze, but followed the voice to the kitchen.

He froze again at the sight of his teacher standing there. Tomoko motioned for her son to sit, "Here, I'll do it for you, since you took so long, but you owe me." "Owe you what?" She bapped him on the head with a hairbrush, "Kamakura sponge cake. The one you ate yesterday and two more for the hair." "Okay." Eijiro was quiet as Tomoko got to work shaping Josuke's complex hairstyle. She hummed softly to herself, "Eijiro's parents haven't called to set up the conference I requested." "Huh?" "I'm worried that he might be another Okuyasu situation. He's... Odd." Eijiro frowned, "Odd how?"

"He's very... He's very religious. Prays at school, that sort of thing. Very innocent, you know, sheltered," she shrugged, "but what I'm concerned about is how he went missing for a few weeks without a single word from anyone about where he was." "So... That makes you think he's..." "-Living alone, actually alone, not with a sick parent" Eijiro let out his breath as she said that, that was okay, "If he has a guardian, I'm not sure what I'm going to do to them. He's so scrawny, and with the disappearance, I'm thinking I may need to get the police involved."

Eijiro swallowed nervously, partially because he didn't like the fact that his eyes were out, but mostly because he hadn't thought about how everything looked to, you know, teachers. Authority figures. They were in trouble.

...

"How's the job search goin'?" "Good, I got an interview at the docks." "Cool, we need the extra cash, they banned Takeuchi from the club, and she was half my income." "Why?" "Cuuuuuzzzz one of our neighbors found out she was stalkin' me. Breakin' into our house when I was sleeping while everyone else was out."

Josuke had woken up in a strange house, in a strange body, and had gone to the kitchen to find himself wedged between Otoishi, this fucking wall of a man, and the uncomfortable conversation they were having. He was surprised when a third man, tall with artificial limbs and shiny, mirror-like eyes, came down into the kitchen as well.

"Good morning Eiji, are you okay," the cyborg wrestled the coffee pot from Akira, who'd started in on a third mug. "yuh-yeah, i'm okay," he thought Akira's brother wold have a louder voice, but that seemed to be working in his favor: Otoishi hadn't batted an eye at his silence.

"I was just curious, I've never seen your eyes before." Shit, "o-oh, i-i-" "Aw~ what's with the third degree? I like it," Josuke tried not to cringe as Akira ruffled his hair. The punk leaned over and whispered something to this guy (he managed to catch the guy's name at least). Diran let out a tiny "oh", and Akira nodded. Diran turned his attention to Akira, "There's a Ms. Higashikata who sent a letter home with Eiji, she wants to have a meeting with someone about him."

"I could go," the huge man ruffled Josuke's hair (seriously, what was with the hair ruffling?), "I'd love to go, or you could." "Mmm, no," Diran sighed, "Whoever the primary caregiver is should go, and that is you, Akira." "fffffffine, but only because his teacher's hot." Josuke choked on the tea he was drinking. "Please don't flirt with the teacher," Diran sighed. "Relax, relax, I'm not," the punk took a long sip of coffee, "I'm not, kid. Shut your trap."

Josuke did.

"You're gonna be late," the wall of a man got up from the table, "have a good day at school, Eiji. Akira, why're you up? Go back to bed." "Fine. Fine." "whuh-what? how ih-immune to caffine ah-are you?" Akira chuckled, which started out normal and slowly became nervous and sad. Josuke got up. He was going to be late for school after all, and he'd learned more about Akira in a half hour than he'd ever wanted to.

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

Just like any other night

Kanene’s Notes: Sugar! /0/

Spice! \0\

And everything nice! \0/  

To create the perfect fluff

But Kanene accidentally (unless...)

Added an extra ingredients to the concoction--

Angst!!

*Explosion*

*Evil crackling*

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! Good Omens belongs to the incredible Neil Gaiman and  Terry Pratchett; Aaaand the characters of this fic (and AU) themselves belongs to @10yrsyart

* Read here to know the AU Ducks and Dolphins and click here to see everything cannon about the D+D. It’s  f a n t a s t i c! Reaaad!  ^w^)s2

* I didn’t really asked a permission by myself, but this post kind of give permission to write about the AU? (I really hope so xDDD), so, if you also want to write about them please don’t be ashamed ! (And give credits, pleaaaase! :D)

* Something around 1.200 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* This is not cannon. This idea just came because everytime I thought in a fluff, plots of Az cheering up Crow were all that appeared, soooo I tried to challenge me a little and make the opposite. I hope I managed to demonstrate even a little bit of their personality (and don’t have misunderstanding them) well!

* Fanfic em português brasileiro daqui á pouco Thankys for reading, my lollipops! I hope you enjoy this day! Hug a demon, hug an angel and don’t forget to drink water!! Byeioo!~

                                     [~*~]

Aziraphale is calm, stoic, precise, bold, moralistic, firm, direct and ruthless if necessary. He is also sincere, generous, comprehensive, limpid and kind. He is as a pillar, a base. Something concrete, someone who you can lean on for support, trust, belief.

He knows very well how separate his work from his personal life. His feelings from his mind. He is rational, leaded primary by his brain and not-

And n-not-

(Come on. Control your breath. Control yourself. One… two…three…)

In any way, under absolutely no circumstances by his feeli-

(Focus. Focus on something, something, some- a book! Take one of the books. Right. Very well. Focus!)

…

Damn.

His breath came out a little weaker, shaking. He tightened his grip in the fabric of his pants, closing his blue eyes and trying to focus on his own heartbeat, which seemed to reverberate in his dry throat,  attempting to correct his breathing with its.

Inhaled and exhaled. Inhaled and exhaled. Rested his head against the couch, sinking a little deeper into it. Some part of himself was thankful that it was already night, which meant the bookstore were closed and there was no danger of an incident.

There was no danger.

He settled back a little more on the furniture, held the book again, with a little firmer grip than needed as he readjusted it to a more comfortable position where there would be no danger in his thick, warm tears researching its pages, eventually falling and blurring the words of its lovely sentences.

At least it was night, a night just like any other night bathered in a weather of every other nights where there would be no incidents.

“Angel…?”

… Damn.

Crow approached closer to the upright, perfect posed form, seeking his eyes and staring deeply into them, their gold glittering in the night pitch. Az didn’t tried to hide these vulnerable moments, at least not anymore, but neither did he showed them when they became present. His voice came out a little faltering, yet in the calm and characteristic tune he always had.

“Crow, dear, I thought you were already sleeping.”

“I just woke up for a cup of tea.”

They both knew this was a lie, still none of them really mentioned such information when the one with dark hair as the ebony of the night, a night just as any other one, removed the book of his carefully manicured hands and held them for a moment, intertwining their fingers as he got closer enough to finally entwining him in a hug. He loosened the hold for a brief second, only to position the angel’s head on his shoulder, and then tightly hug him again. It was as he was trying to  show that nothing, on Earth, Hell or Heaven, would be able to hurt the angel without going over him, first.

It might seemed as any other previous hug, if it wasn’t for the fabric of his pajamas getting gradually wetter and the slight shivers and sniffles that slipped from the mouth of the one with blonde, almost white, hair. His cry was silently, and for a light of moment, Crow remembered his own cry, which could be described as any other, just a bit louder and with rumpled clothes.

He shook lightly his head, focusing in the present, in the possibilities, the sentences and words that would be said after the storm. His mind felt lethargic and yet running in full speed almost at the same time. Crow combed Az’s hair and gave small, but big in meaning, pecks in his neck without even noticing.

The time itself lost meaning in this piece of time.

A hand tapped softly his back and his head slightly lifted. It was the signal to break the touch, and it was promptly obeyed.

“Do you want to talk about this?” His voice was a special whisper, packed, designated and delivered to just only one being in the entire universe.

“There is nothing to be said.” Even with everything, his voice still lacked major flaws or slips. It was made of a calm, sad nature. “It is just…” And the owner of hundreds of books, reader for thousands years and maestro of words ended up losing himself in them.

‘It’s just…’  Crow wondered if even the humans, at some point of their existence, could understand all the feelings and sensations between the lines that this phrase could possess.

Probably.

Everyone does, in some way or another, doesn’t it?

The black-haired never paid much attention to time, especially after such thing already fulfilled its basic function of lead him as far as possible from that particular century. However, this day, he almost could see the sand of hourglass pouring grain-by-grain as he let the angel running his fingers through his hair, pressing his back on the blonde’s sweater and stroking the back of the other’s hand with his thumb. His warmth and presence were the necessary reminders that Az needed to focus on the here, in the Bookstore rocked by this ordinary night, and now, with the best company he could ever wish to be.

A piece more of time was spent. Maybe two, three, and perhaps a little more.

…

“We should go out.”

“What are you rambling about, Crow love? We always go out.”

“No. I mean… for something different! Not just a lunch.”

“A day to just wander, you mean?”

“Maybe.” Shrugged, pondering, his tongue absently wriggling in the ar. Az tightened a bit more the touch, feeling lighter as allowed his mind travel and dance between some possibilities for the future meaning of this conversation. “We should make a picnic!”

“A picnic?’

“Yes! In any place, nearby or far away! We could take the food or milacre it there. I can give you a ride.”

His head turned, his heart floating and expanding when he saw that the trail of tears had faded from his husband’s face, and now the red was also beginning to gradually leave his skin.

Az pondered for a few minutes, eyes gleamming.

“I don’t think I’ve ever married at a picnic before.” Smiled, and part of his soul melted with the beauty in the other’s happy expression, along with the smile that also was painted in the demon’s face, he was absolutely sure.

“Let me tempt you, then.” Crow hissed, carrying on their internal joke, since they, after their last wedding-lunch, decided that from now on there would be no more dates, only weddings.

Az raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful disbelief look. Their foreheads met. The angel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling a light, which came neither from the stars, cars, poles and nor the living room lamp, little by little filling his being.

“I love you, Aziraphale.” Their eyes met.

“I love you too, my husband.”

Perhaps they had spent some time like this, in silence, enjoying themselves. Perhaps they had slowly moved away right after the talk, holding hands, a warm feeling in their chest. Who really knows? It is a moment only for them, so let it be.

“The preparations should be started, then!” The one with blue limpid eyes, now up, excitedly leaded to the kitchen. “Milacre a massive amount of food certainly would alert your side just as mine, so, I believe the best option we got is cook by our own.”

Crow scowled, which evolved to as annoyed expression as received the lightly incisive and inquisitive look from the other, puffing up his cheeks and deviating the glare as he dispirited followed his steps into the other room.

“Fffffffine.” Gave up of the dream to sleep that night. However, deep inside, he knew worth it just to watch the blonde-haired angel calmly, excited walking his eyes and fingers through the Recipe Books were under his care. Urg. The sacrifices that must be made. “But I’m not using a patterned apron!”

And the cars drove through the streets, the stars hardly glowed in the sky and the worlds kept not an even bit silent during that sunless hours, just as any other night of any other day. Nevertheless, on that store, more specifically a Bookstore, at that moment and for those two, maybe this wasn’t a common night anymore, and would definitely lead to a day not even a little ordinary, either.

A recipe book was open, some bright smiles (maybe trying to help the stars?) too.

“Sure, my dear. I would never…” replied Az, trying to decide which color would most highlight Crow’s duck patterned pajamas.

[10yrsyart]

What ABOUT CD-I LINK?! What is he? Verbal? Busy? What is he?! I NEED THE HEADCANON! Please.

CD-I Link canonly talks in his game and he is terrible. there we’re done, no headcanons required. 

“It is written ‘Only Link can defeat Ganon.’““grEAT! I’LL Go grab mY STUFF!”

(fffffffine, if you want a headcanon: CDI Link is only a kid so that’s why he’s so enthusiastic and a little absent minded. it’s all a big game to him, even if he means well.) 

[kanene-yaaay]

A night just as any other

 Sugar! /0/

Spice! \0\

And everything nice! \0/  

To create the perfect fluff

But Kanene accidentally (unless...)

Added an extra ingredients to the concoction--

Angst!!

*Explosion*

*Evil crackling*

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Thank you all very much for all the support, reblogs, heart and kinds words that you give to me. I can’t call this a christmas gift, but I really hope that you like it and this small oneshot is able to light up your day! ‘w’)s2

* This characters don’t belongs to me! Good Omens belongs to the incredible Neil Gaiman and  Terry Pratchett; Aaaand the characters of this fic (and AU) themselves belongs to @10yrsyart

* Read here to know the AU Ducks and Dolphins and click here to see everything cannon about the D+D. It’s  f a n t a s t i c! Reaaad!  ^w^)s2

* I didn’t really asked a permission by myself, but this post kind of give permission to write about the AU? (I really hope so xDDD), so, if you also want to write about them please don’t be ashamed ! (And give credits, pleaaaase! :D)

* Something around 1.200 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* This is not cannon. This idea just came because everytime I thought in a fluff, just appear plots of Az cheering up Crow, soooo I tried to challenge me a little and make the opposite. I hope I could demonstrate even a little bit of their personality (and don’t have misunderstanding them).

* Fanfic em português brasileiro (Portuguese Version) Thankys for reading, my lollipops! I hope you enjoy this, festive or not, day! Hug a demon, hug an angel and don’t forget to drink water!! Byeioo!~

                                      [~*~]

Aziraphale is calm, stoic, precise, bold, moralistic, firm, direct and ruthless if necessary. He is also sincere, generous, comprehensive, limpid and kind. He is as a pillar. A base. Something concrete, someone who you can lean on for support, trust, belief.

 He knows very well how separate his work from his personal life. His feelings from his mind. He is rational, leaded primary by his brain and not-

 And not ngk-

 (Come on. Control your breath. Control yourself. One… two…three…)

 In any way, under absolutely no circumstances by his feeli-

 (Focus. Focus on something, something, some- a book! Take one of the books. Right. Very well. Focus!)

 …

 Damn.

 His breath came out a little weaker, shaking. He tightened his grip in the fabric of his pants, closing his blue eyes and trying to focus on his own heartbeat, which seemed to reverberate in his dry throat,  attempting to correct his breathing with its.

Inhaled and exhaled. Inhaled and exhaled. Rested his head against the couch, sinking a little deeper into it. Some part of himself was thankful that it was already night, which meant the bookstore were closed and there was no danger of an incident.

 There was no danger.

 He settled back a little more on the furniture, held the book again, with a little firmer grip than needed as he readjusted it to a more comfortable position and so that there was no danger in his thick, warm tears researching its pages, eventually falling and blurring its words of the lovely sentences.

 At least it was night, a night just like any other night with a weather of every other nights, where there would be no incident.

 “Angel…?”

 … Damn.

 Crow approached closer from the upright and perfect pose, seeking his eyes and staring deeply into, the gold glittering in the night pitch, when found them. Az didn’t tried to hide these moments, at least not anymore, but neither did he show its when they became present. His voice came out a little faltering, yet in the calm and characteristic tune he always had.

 “Crow, dear, I thought you were already sleeping.”

 “I just woke up. I came for a cup of tea.”

 Both knew this was a lie, still none of them really mentioned such information when the one with dark hair as the ebony of the night, a night just as any other one, removed the book of his carefully manicured hands and held them for a moment, intertwining their fingers as he got closer enough to finally entwining him in a hug. Separated the hold for a brief second, only to position the angel’s head on his shoulder, and then tightly hug him. As if he tried to show that, nothing, on Earth, Hell or Heaven, would be able to hit him without going over him, first.

 It might seemed as any other previous hug, if it wasn’t for the fabric of his pajamas getting gradually wetter and the slight shivers and sniffles that let out the mouth of the one with blonde, almost white, hair. His cry was silently, and for a light of moment, Crow remembered his own cry, which could be described as any other, just a bit louder and with rumpled clothes.

 Shook lightly his head, focusing in the present, in the possibilities, the sentences and words that would say after the storm. His mind felt lethargic and yet running in full speed almost at the same time. Combing Az’s hair and gave small, but big in meaning, pecks in his neck without even noticing.

 The time lost meaning in this piece of time.

 A hand tapped softly his back and the head slightly lifted. It was the signal to break the touch, and it was promptly obeyed.

 “Do you want to talk about this?” His voice was a special whisper, packed, designated and delivered to just one being in the entire universe.

 “There is nothing to be said.” Even with everything, his voice still lacking major flaws or slips, it was of a calm, sad nature. “It is just…” And the owner of hundreds of books, reader for thousands years and maestro of words ended up losing himself in them.

 ‘It’s just…’  Crow wondered if even the humans, at some point of their existence, could understand all the feelings and sensations between the lines that this phrase could possess.

 Probably.

 Everyone does, in some way or another, doesn’t it?

 The black-haired never paid much attention to time, especially after such thing already fulfilled its basic function of lead him as far as possible from that particular century. However, this day, he almost could see the sand of hourglass pouring grain-by-grain as he let the angel running his fingers through his hair, pressing his back on the blonde’s sweater and stroking the back of the other’s hand with his thumb. His warmth and presence were the necessary reminders that Az needed to focus on the here, in the Bookstore rocked by this ordinary night, and now, with the best company he could ever wish to be.

 A piece more of time was spent. Maybe two, three, and perhaps a little more.

 …

 “We should go out.”

 “What are you rambling about, Crow love? We always go out.”

 “No. I mean… for something different! Not just a lunch.”

 “A day to wander, you mean?”

 “Maybe.” Shrugged, pondering, the tongue absently wriggling in the ar. Az tightened a bit more the touch, feeling lighter as allow his mind travel and dance between some possibilities for the future meaning of this conversation. “We should make a picnic!”

 “A picnic?’

 “Yes! In any place, nearby or far away! We could take the food or milacre there. I can give you a ride.”

 His head turned, his heart floating and expanding when he saw that the trail of tears had faded from his husband’s face, and now the red was also beginning to gradually leave his skin.

 Az pondered for a few minutes, eyes glomming.

 “I don’t think I’ve ever married at a picnic before.” Smiled, and part of his soul melted with the beauty in the other’s happy expression, along with the smile that also was painted in the demon’s face, he was absolutely sure.

 “Let me tempt you, then.” Crow hissed, carrying on their internal joke, since they, after their last wedding-lunch, decided that from now on there would be no more dates, only weddings.

 Az raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful disbelief look. Their foreheads met. The angel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling a light, which came neither from the stars, cars, poles and nor the living room lamp, little by little filling his being.

 “I love you, Aziraphale.” Their eyes met.

 “I love you, my husband.”

 Perhaps they had spent some time like this, in silence, enjoying themselves. Perhaps they had slowly moved away right after the talk, holding hands, a warm feeling in their chest. Who really knows? It is a moment only for them, so let it be.

“The preparations should be started, then!” The one with blue limpid eyes, now up, excitedly leaded to the kitchen. “Milacre a massive amount of food certainly would alert your side just as mine, so, I believe the best option we got is cook by our own.”

 Crow scowled, which evolved to as annoyed expression as received the lightly incisive and inquisitive look from the other, puffing up his cheeks and deviating the glare as he dispirited followed his steps into the other room.

 “Fffffffine.” Gave up of the dream to sleep that night. However, deep inside, he knew worth it just to watch the blonde-haired angel calmly, excited walking his eyes and fingers through the Recipe Books were under his care. Urg. The sacrifices that must be made. “But I’m not using a patterned apron!”

 And the cars drove through the streets, the stars hardly glowed in the sky and the worlds kept not an even bit silent during that sunless hours, just as any other night of any other day. Nevertheless, on that store, more specifically a Bookstore, at that moment and for those two, maybe this wasn’t a common night anymore, and would definitely lead to a day not even a little ordinary, either.

 A recipe book was open, some bright smiles (maybe trying to help the stars?) too.

 “Sure, my dear. I would never…” replied Az, trying to decide which color would most highlight Crow’s duck patterned pajamas.

[kyokyo866]

Um, Nevo didn't do anything to Reve and Salo after he got Mikhail back, did he?

lord knows he wanted to, but mikhail wasl ike “they were nice to me, dont touch them. if anything you can hire them so you have more babysitter help” “ffffFFFINE ILL CONSIDER IT” but once mikhail was back home nevo just looked to them and just went “if i ever see you two again i will eat you with no hesistation.”

[darkicedragon]

Yakushiji 85% part 2

Aaaaaah, right. 426 only went around shooting kids later on. But he WAS in the sentinel at the very beginning... Ah well. Close enough. XD

Oh, thank GOD. Please don’t make the amnesiac live someone else’s life. I know that’s how this game starts, with him declaring he’s Kurabe, but it’s still a worry, ahah.

YOU WERE RUNNING AWAY FROM HER THE ENTIRE TIME. SO YES, I WOULD AGREE.

MAJOR DOUBT.

Fffffffine, potentially running away because he didn’t want to kill her and that was his strong feelings trying to protect her.

Fair, considering what happened the last time he fought alone.

Niiiiiice backdrop.

Aaaah, previous Izumi.

Eeeeeheheh yusssssssss.