#please excuse my husband

[cherriesandsulphur]

The Archdevil Supreme and his Archduchess.

[rockingrobin69]

(never) over

“Smells lovely,” Draco huffed, more air than words, ticklish in the crook of Harry’s neck. He was half hanging off him and half swaying to the non-music, wind outside and the hum of the oven and the crackling of firewood; Harry closed his eyes and smiled, overheated and slightly overwhelmed, and overjoyed, bursting with it.

“Sweetheart,” he said, not on purpose. Then, firmer, “Sweetheart,” pressing a kiss to the precious crown of his head, and another, and another, helpless to it, “sweetheart,” in this room that was too warm (oven and fire and Draco and dancing), in his arms, in, this, here.

“Yes,” Draco laughed, swaying him worse, dragging a lip up Harry’s neck, tiny little flutters of kisses, “sweet,” meaning the smell, probably, or the—whole of it. Starry-bright.  

Harry wanted to say: you are, meaning the entire world, probably, but words were sticky and slow to come and kissing was closer anyway, so he took Draco’s chin in his palm and pressed their noses together, readying, ready, stopped there. Half-melted around the edges. Staggering, the way Draco looked at him sometimes.  

“You,” Harry said, and swallowed what might have been a whine. He was so—happy, over-filled and buzzing, overrun with delight.

“I?”

Nodding, “You.”

Draco blinked, so near Harry could almost feel the movement on his own cheeks. His eyes were huge and somewhat blurry, grey and scorching-brilliant. “You too,” he said, arms slinging behind Harry’s neck, pulling even tighter. The crackle of fire and hum of the oven, the non-music of the night surrounded them like a blanket, gentle and warm. Overpowering.

The moon sang its crescent tune distantly overhead; Harry, long over it, leaned the last remaining inch between their lips, and the sigh just before the kiss was on its own so unbearably sweet.

@moonmanatee, my dear beloved friend, here's your treat!

[vampv0id]

Will and Hannibal tenderly baring their souls to each other in Hannibal's office and wading through every nook of each others' brain for perspectives on ethical conundrums and the joys of mangling people in unspeakable ways while probably tipsy on their third glasses of wine:

[damage-ko]

Made my shrimp emotions about S2 into a video. Enjoy.

[ilovenarumitsu]

Dazed

NaruMitsu / WrightWorth — short crackfic

In which Miles Edgeworth does not reply for two days and Phoenix Wright grows incredibly worried.

Phoenix was worried. Miles hasn't answered his texts for... how long? Weeks? Months?

"Two days, daddy." Trucy said, trying to calm him down. "I'm sure he's just busy in the prosecutor's office, him being chief prosecutor and all. No big deal."

"But it is a big deal, Truce." He sighs.

Life in the Wright Anything Agency was tamer, to say the least. Normally, Phoenix wouldn't mind if Miles hadn't replied to his messages, he'd be too busy catching up on his workload and bills to care. But now that he had Apollo and Athena to distribute the burden, Phoenix has some uncomfortable downtime that he's not particularly fond of.

Trucy rolled her eyes. Phoenix always liked having a big workload. Not that it didn't stress him out at times, considering the deadlines and all, it just gave him no time to think about other things like life, or, Edgeworth. But all these days, all Phoenix knew to do was to think about the prosecutor. He couldn't understand why he couldn't just get him out of his head! It's like– like he's in love with him or something! No, no. That's a silly conclusion.

Phoenix put down his hands on the table, firm and unmoving. "You know what? I'm going to go down to the prosecutor's office and show them who's boss."

Trucy looked at him, perplexed. "I'm not sure that's the greatest id–"

"Well I'm doing it anyways!"

"Daddy, are you drunk?"

Disregarding any words and protests from Trucy, Phoenix walked out the door, still in his wrinkled suit that Miles will oh so very much disagree with. Trucy's jaw dropped when she realized that he was actually going to do it.

–

Walking into the prosecutor's office unannounced was something that Phoenix liked doing. It was always a surprise for Miles, but usually he'd entertain the company.

Eyes traveled towards Phoenix with the terrible presentation of his suit and his hair! All messy, disorganized, and unpleasant to look at. But Phoenix had his eye on only one man and one man only. The man that stands different from the crowd. And that man stands in front of him right now.

"Edgeyyy!" He wailed, making sure to extend the y and giving Miles a hug from behind.

Taken aback, Miles froze in place but was ready to fight the threat behind him under any circumstances.

Slowly, he turned, and saw a disheveled Phoenix Wright; half-kneeling on the ground while his arms are around Miles' waist. Miles looks down at the defense attorney, puzzled and concerned.

"Wright. This is highly inappropriate. We are in a workplace, please, behave properly."

"Aw but Edgey," he began tearing up, "I missed youuu!"

Miles stood frozen as everyone in the office looked at the two strangely. A red flush creeped up on his cheeks.

He let out a cough but quickly came back to that voice, stern as ever. "Let's discuss this in my office, Wright."

–

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Whatever do you mean?" Phoenix teased.

"Are you well?" He asked, putting his palm up against Phoenix's forehead. "You're burning up, Phoenix. Do you have a fever?"

Phoenix grinned. "Ha– you called me Phoenix."

Miles snapped. "What does that matter, Wright? You are extremely unwell. How did you even get here? You are not fit to drive."

His answer was a simple word, "walk."

His eyes turned bloodshot. "Walked?! You walked here? You stupid, idiotic, imbecile. I am taking you home and telling Trucy to make sure you get some rest."

"Milesss." Phoenix teased.

Miles' eyes sharply turned to Phoenix as he quickly took his coat.

"I love yo–"

"Daddy wake up, you'll be late." Trucy poked and then crossing her arms.

"Huh? What? Truce?" He asked, completely dazed.

Trucy rolled her eyes. "I knew I shouldn't have let you go drinking with Uncle Larry on a work night. Now quick, Mr. Edgeworth is waiting for you in the living room."

That was... a weird dream. A weird, strange dream.

[fujobritta]

a bunch of doodles of arlecchino as brad bakshi

[cobra-wives]

so… excessive force x steele justice crossover, anyone? 👀

[gaycrittercentral]

draw the kids being babysat by Ace and Quinn [@lizardtheartist 's sammymack ocs]

Oh I can do ya one better, bud--instead of just drawing them myself, I thought I'd ask @lizardtheartist if they might wanna do a quick collab, and they said yes!! :D it was super fun, here's what all we drew (mine are blue and theirs are pink, except for two tiny exceptions you'll have to guess on your own teehee)

Here's all the stuff we drew!! It's a bit big though so here's some closeups of bits that go together ^^ (as you can see I take forever to draw anything so there's a bit less of mine lmao)

I figure my Spamntax would just kinda show up out of an interdimensional portal or whatever like "hey other universe us, can you watch our kids for a sec? oh nice you have your own so you're used to it!" like with zero notice beforehand because they're assholes, but Ace and Quinn are so excited to have playmates that they just kinda go with it ghkdslflksfhsdh

But yeah thanks so much for collabing with me Lizard!! :D this was super fun and your kiddos are super cute heheeee

[angelapleasant]

miss sookie making sure no frogs got in 💪🐈🙅‍♀️🐸

[andy-clutterbuck]

[What superhero would you play?] "DANCEY MAN"

[milk-leaves]

IM GONNA HAVE A FUCKING FREAKOUT

[lovelucilfer]

It's sasuke's birthday!!! I apologize in advance for how annoying I'm about to be for the rest of the day djfkbvjhdfbv 😖

[mewharley]

I really want to see Crowley and Aziraphale talk/argue/complain about the kiss haha

To acknowledge that Crowley basically was kissing Aziraphale's chin instead of his lips

Complain that Crowley maybe couldn't see or he was just that desperate and wasn't about to break the kiss just to try again to find Aziraphale's lips, that would have been awkward haha

[minhosimthings]

And they say daddy's home

- Me after seeing black haired Jay in the 02z valentine's day vlog

[kylejsugarman]

demi is a very accepting, patient, non-confrontational person but when it comes to her family, she's always the person to step up and be unyielding and firm. she is the one who will come up to the mcdonalds worker and say "excuse me sir but he asked for no pickles" while jesse stands nervously behind her ("and she asked for a boy toy with her happy meal" demi adds, pointing to baby)

[arithedingas]

the idea of the twins having at least a cameo in ballmastrz is epic but the fact that that would imply that superjail and ballmastrz share a universe means i probably would have to reconsider my fanfic/headcanons to make sure they fit within ballmastrz as well lmao