#Note: Somebody stop this asshole god damn! xD

[ask--eggman]

oooooh im maria go fuuck yourseelf ivooo.. ooohh..

Ohoho, that's real cute. What's the spirit of a terminally ill little girl who died by a simple measly bullet wound going to do against a living, aged, experienced, smarter and far stronger man like me who has survived countless, attacks, accidents, and injuries that would've killed the average weaker inferior person a hundred times over?

[demonsofhunting]

"All My Sins"- Chapter 1

Pairing: priest!Cas x demon!Dean

Summary: Father Castiel Novak has been fallen for Dean Winchester the moment he first laid eyes on him. This is how their story began...and how it came to their first meeting.

Warnings: fluff, flirting, Dean being...pretty sure about what he wants, they're making out in a church...? XD

Words: about 1800

A/N: There you go. I'm so excited for this series to start aahhhh. The idea had been haunting me for months now, and it feels like I already sold my soul to this story! XD I hope I'm not going to hell for writing this...

Well, I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

"Damn it, Dean," Castiel chuckles, his hand buried in the other's hair. Dean's hands are curled around the priest's waist, their faces are only a few inches apart from each other. Castiel feels Dean's breath on his skin, loses himself in those big, deep green eyes.

These damn freckles on the cheeks, the soft lips and - God! - those long eyelashes. Castiel knews that he has already fallen for the other man.

Deeply.

Endlessly.

But he also know that this can't be.

It just can't.

Dean smirks, looking like he just knows what he does to the other. He tilts his head, his tongue is running over his lips.

Cas tries to fight against the excited feeling that rumors inside him. He breathes, heavily.

And then Dean kisses him, roughly and passionately. Cas can't help but kiss back, he can feel Dean's body pressing him against the wall, full of desire.

He's kinda surprised as Dean hesitates after a few heartbeats. His gaze is meeting Castiel's, his lips forming a smile.

"Doesn't look to me like you don't want it, Cas," he mutters, quietly. The other blinks.

"You know what I mean, Dean. We can't do this," he says, shaking his head.

Dean frowns. "What do you mean?" he asks, "Well, if you're referring to us making out in the church - Yeah, obviously, we can."

Castiel cocks his head, looking around like he notices their environment for the first time. Yes, obviously.

They're in an empty church, his back pressed to one of the stone walls next to the altar.

He sighs.

This wasn't supposed to happen. None of it.

But here they are. Dear lord, at least the building is empty at the moment.

Okay, but that's nothing special around midnight.

"Cas. Talk to me," Dean says, a worried expression on his face. Cas looks at him, his heart already filling with warmth again. He strokes over Dean's cheek, gently.

"Oh Dean," he sighs, "I wish I could stop falling in love with you, over and over again."

Dean looks up to him, still holding him like he's the most precious thing on the planet. His eyes are soft and full of love as he answers: "I know. But you can't. And I feel just the same for you." He smiles. It's a sad, hopeless smile.

"We're gonna be damned," he determines.

Castiel nods, his head resting on the other's shoulder. "Yeah. We are," he confirms, closing his eyes.

.................................................................................

[ A few months before ]

The first time Castiel saw him, he just couldn't believe it. That's it, he thought, That's what angels must look like.

To that time, he was new in town, the old priest - who happened to be his father - was passed away recently, and he, a young man who seems to have stepped right in his father's footsteps without knowing, was asked to take the job in the local chruch.

It wasn't a big deal to move into town.

It definitely wasn't.

At home, Castiel had nothing he would miss - he lived in a small village, lonely and without any other relatives.

His mother died at his birth, his father - a total asshole - left him alone right after that. In fact, Cas didn't even knew that he had one. Well...until he got a letter with his name on it, in which he read that his father had passed away a couple of days ago, who strangely happened to be a priest too.

Great. Cas was sure that things were going to be awesome.

And they did.

It was a rainy day. The sky was full of clouds and fog was crawling through the streets. Castiel got up early like he does every day, getting ready and finally making his way over to the church.

He was freezing, a cold wind was tugging on his clothes and sweeping through his hair.

He shivered as he finally opened the old, wooden door with a creak, stepping in, carefully.

It was beautiful to be at church early in the morning, Castiel found. It had something magical to watch the first rays of the sun crawling through the big, colourful windows.

It was always pretty quiet too. The only thing you could hear were the sounds of Castiel's boots on the blank floor as he made his way to the altar.

He breathed in, deeply.

It was only one hour until the bells would begin to ring and the people would come to mass.

C'mon, Castiel. You can do this.

He nodded, preparing himself for what was going to come. Then he walked away, ready to get himself dressed for the mass.

A couple of minutes later, he should encounter his fate. A fate, looking as retty and delicious as an angel.

Castiel saw him right the moment he took his place behind the altar. His gaze was flowing over the people who were sitting on the benches, eyes on him. He noticed a couple of familiar faces, new neighbours and stuff. And then Cas' heart skipped a beat as his gaze lay on him.

He was sitting in the fifth row, looking almost incredibly bored. It was a young man, problably just in his early twenties. He was wearing an old leather jacket, one arm lying over the backrest of the bench, relaxed. His hair had the colour of toasted almond mixed with honey, his lineaments were soft and absolutely pretty. His jaw clenched as he raised his head a little bit, green eyes were searching for something interesting to look at.

Castiel forgot how to breathe. It seemed like the universe suddenly stopped moving. And suddenly, those green eyes met his. It was just a brief moment, but it changed everything as the young man's lips curled into a cocky smirk while he raised an eyebrow.

Cas swallowed, his heart was beating like it wants to jump out of his chest.

Somebody cleared his throat, firmly.

Castiel blinked, suddenly aware of all the other people being present.

What the heaven just happened?!

He shook his head, looking down. He could feel his cheeks going read as he cleared his throat. Castiel balled his fists as he began the mass.

After church, he did his best to pretend that his little black out didn't happen. He shook hands, smiled politely, and listened to some people who had the need to talk. But deep in the back of his mind he still had the strange feeling of those intense green eyes looking right into his soul. So it came that he almost jumped out of his skin as a hand tugged him on his shoulder, carefully.

"Father Novak?" an old, female voice asks.

He winced and turned around, looking right at an old woman with thoughtful eyes. She Smiley it. Castiel did his best to return that. They shook hands, the woman even laid her other hand on top of his.

"That was such a beautiful mass!" she said with a sigh, "Even more beautiful than Chuck's ever was. Thank you so much for that, father!"

Cas swallowed, he felt like he was close to puking right now. He forced a smile, and answered: "I'm glad you liked it, ma'am." Her eyes were full of pure joy as she grinned at his kind words. With a small farewell she followed the other people who were making their way out of the church, walking right in the upcoming rain.

Cas sighed in relief, his hand running through his hair, nervously.

He turned around and -

Oh God.

He was right in front of him, standing just as comfortable as if this church was built just for him. Eyes in a dark forest green looked up and down at Castiel, judging the other. The priest shifted, uncomfortably.

What is this strange feeling?

Lust? I hope not.

"Nice mass," the man said, stepping closer. His voice was deep and soft. He reached out his hand, and Cas grabbed it, still stunned. In this moment he lost himself completely on the other's presence. Finally he could take a closer look. There were freckles, oh so many freckles on the young man's cheeks. He wore jewellery as well, rings on his long, beautiful fingers, and a necklace with an armulet that laid lose on his chest. And he had the most kissable lips Cas had ever seen.

Dear Lord, have mercy.

"Thank you," he stuttered, His voice only a small rasp. The man smirked.

"Usually, I'm not the guy that goes to church, ya know? I'm a little..." He thought about it for a heartbeat, tilting his head.

"Twisted, yes. That's it," he continued eventually, a wide smile on his lips, "But damn it! If anybody said me that our priest is that hot, I would be praying every night. On my knees, if you know what I mean." He whistled, winking.

Castiel could feel his cheeks turn red.

These are not exactly the words you're used to hear at church. Who is this guy?

He wanted to tell the other that this move has been everything but polite, and that he should wipe that cocky look from his face and step out of this building -

But he couldn't.

All he could manage to say was a broken: "I'm sorry? I - "

"Don't worry about it, buddy," the guy said, patting his shoulder, softly, "In fact, I'm here 'cause I want to give you something. I'm cheesy, I know." Castiel watched with big eyes as the other pulled a small note out of one of his jacket's bags. He handed Cas the note, curling his fingers around it, gently. He licked over his lips, looking more than just a little pleased.

"Call me," he muttered with a stupid wink, then he stepped out of the doors which were falling shut behind him with a loud noise.

Silence. All the people are already gone.

Cas just stands there, the little piece of paper in his hand, absolutely confused and turned on at the same time.

His hands were shaking as he unfolded it, slowly. It had a name one it: Dean Winchester, written in a messy, but definitely sexy handwriting.

And, of course, his telephone number.

Cas sighed, his hand clutching around the paper, until he could feel his fingernails digging into his skin.

There was a storm inside him, a storm he just couldn't control. A storm that was about to knock everything over he ever believed in. And Cas was afraid of it.

So damn afraid.

{ A/N: CHAPTER TWO }

That was chapter one! Thank you so much for reading and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I will love you forever! <3

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[pinksweatergettingbetter]

Aura VS Godot, Aka my short essay about Aura being terrible Aka hopefully once i write this i’ll never have to complain about her again 

Aura Blackquill and Diego Armando are both shitheads. One of them gets a lot more flack than the other for some reason, (ok, well, I know the reason), but today I’m going to explain to... no one in particular the reason that if both of them were placed in a death-match, I’d be rooting for Godot. Yeah. Godot.

Now I am by no means defending Godot. He’s an asshole. He ruined several peoples’ lives, nearly killed a child, put an innocent woman in jail and was generally a shithead to everyone he met. He’s a douchebag. I don’t like him as a person (gr8 character tho). But I still prefer him over Aura Blackquill. 

And you might be saying what?? How could you prefer a sexist man douche over poor, heart-in-the-right-place, probably-lesbian Aura? Aren’t you attracted to women, too? Well yes, I am. But that doesn’t have anything to do with this, imaginary questioner. 

I’m gonna compare the last two moments of knowing both these characters to prove my point. With actual verbal proof from the games themselves.

So let’s look at what Godot says just before he’s taken out of the series.

Wow! Douchey! But wait...

This right here is why I’m more inclined to like Godot than Aura. Shu Takumi once said that he wanted to make Miles Edgeworth a ‘tragic but ultimately unlikeable character’, and while he (thankfully) decided to go a different direction, I think he succeeded here with Godot. Godot is an asshole through and through, but... He’s an asshole who realizes that he's an asshole. Who admits that he’s an asshole. 

While every other single character in the scene desperately tries to go ‘nooo no no no your heart was in the right place!!! you were only trying to do good!!’ Godot says “no??? i was a selfish shithead and I wrecked everything. I’m an asshole. I’m terrible.”

He shows legitimate remorse, even going so far to shed tears over it. Does that excuse what he did? No. But it does show that he realizes what he did, and feels badly about it. Which means that he has the ability to change. Godot sucks, but given time, he might not have sucked so badly. I don’t really care to see him return to the series, but if he did, he would probably be trying to make amends, and that is a good thing (tho i don’t trust the new writing team so he’d probably be shit lol XD)

Now let’s check out Aura’s final moments.

:)))))))))))))))

No no, Aura’s not here to apologize for threatening death on 12 people who were most likely, given the circumstances, families out on a day trip. No, no, the one doing the apologizing is... Us! Edgeworth apologizes to Aura! Because a system that’s way larger than himself hurt her feeling!

Yes, the biggest problem here is whether Aura trusts the system again. That’s what’s important.

Aura gives no shits about what she did. In fact, she’s proud! Because she’s the real hero, guys! If she didn’t do what she did, none of this would ever happen! So you better bow down to the great and benevolent Aura Blackquill!

Alright, sarcasm aside, it’s worthy to note that Aura shows absolutely no remorse about what she did. When she expresses concern about her brother, she quickly follows it up with the fact that it was SHE who saved him. And then, when she actually tears up to show human emotion?

She’s crying because Blackquill was apologizing to her. For making her worry.

Aura shows absolutely no interest in feeling bad for anybody but herself. Like Godot, she spent her years in the dark resenting and hating and never once thinking that somebody else could be hurting at the same time. And in the end, where Godot realizes he was being a shithead, Aura cries because someone finally said “Sorry for making you sad, never mind what I went through. Thank you for the suffering you went through for me, never mind my own wishes or my own sacrifices.”.

Another comparison is that in both situations, the game tries to play Godot and Aura’s actions off as unfortunate but admirable:

But where Godot denies it, Aura does nothing but enforce it. And we’re supposed to agree with her. Here’s the scene of Phoenix reuniting with Trucy:

That’s about.. three? Maybe four lines devoted to the trauma she and Phoenix went through, and it’s quickly swept away. Because if we delved any further, we’d have to realize that Aura is a fucking assshit. In the aftermath of Godot’s misdeeds, Maya is shown to be extremely upset and hurt, but trying to put on a brave face for Pearl, who’s probably suffered the most. You really feel the effects of what Godot did, but here, Aura’s kidnapping and near murder is simply swept under the rug.

They even have this... disgusting line further proving that they don’t really assign any weight to what Aura did past it being an obstacle for you to overcome.

This, by the way, is being said by a robot with the sentience level of a small child. A robot that still calls Aura ‘mama’ until she physically beats it out of him. Not only is Aura an unrepentant kidnapper and near murderer, she abuses children. And it’s not played for laughs correctly, since the robots are specifically stated to be ALIVE and FEELING and even mention that they are ‘frightened of what miss Aura will do while we’re asleep if we don’t keep our batteries charged”. They’re kids. Who Aura beats. Because she never took the time to go to the therapists that we know exist in this world to work out her major grudge against another child who, if you think about it, couldn’t have possibly committed the fucking murder. Athena went to Europe after her mothers’ death, and thank god; just imagine what would have happened if they’d left her in Aura’s care?

Now I sympathize with Aura’s situation, I really do. I genuinely feel for what she went through, and I even understand why she took the steps she did to ensure the problem would be solved. It’s sad, it’s genuinely heart breaking. Aura is a heartbreaking character.

But the thing that stops me from labeling her a well-intentioned extremist or a good person who had to do a bad thing is that she plainly doesn’t give a single fuck about what she did. If she’d shown any kind of remorse, I’d have definitely cared more about her and her predicament. I’d have put in a few good words. I’d have hated the phantom as much as I hate the other AA villains. But she doesn’t care, and the thing about people who don’t care is that they’re liable to do the bad thing they didn’t care about again. 

Aura sees nothing wrong with what she did, so what’s to stop her from doing it again if she sees fit? She has no qualms about murder; if you get the bad earlier ending, she and the hostages “disappear”. Even the wording is trying to protect her; kidnappers don’t just disappear with their hostages. They kill them. Aura was ready to put a bullet in twelve peoples’ heads, including Trucy. Trucy, who we know and love and care about deeply. 

Godot would not do what he did again. Godot looked back and went “I fucked up, I did wrong, and I’m going to hang my head in shame and go without a fight.”

But Aura... Aura walked into the detention centre like a martyr going to the stake. She walked there with her head held high, and a satisfied smirk on her face, because she did a shitty thing, but damn did it show those nasty lawyers! And if she’d had to kill everyone? Well, who cares about the families she would have torn apart? It’s not like she ever went through anything like tha–– oh wait.

Aura and Godot both did what they did for selfish reasons intermingled with good intentions, but where as Godot and his game acknowledge the negative impact of what he did, Aura and Dual Destinies do not. Aura doesn’t give one shit. And apparently few other people do, either?

So that’s why I hate Aura. That’s why I legitimately cannot stand her, and place her among the likes of the rest of the Ace Attorney villains. And now, hopefully, I can just lay this thing to rest once and for all and get to more positive things about Dual Destinies.