#simeon x simon

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I’m probably like one of five people who care about this but since the Investigations 2 cast are getting new names, that means that the Simon Blackquill/Simon Keyes ship name is no longer Simon Squared

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[Image description: Screenshots of a text conversation, with sprites of Simon Keyes and Simon Blackquill from Ace Attorney edited in so it looks like they're the ones having the conversation.

Blackquill: This might get super weird, seeing as we have the same name

Keyes: Hahah oh really? Whats your name?!

Blackquill: I'm sure you can guess

Keyes: Really? Hmm Wait Fuck I'm sorry Long day I'm not actually that dumb I promise

End description.]

@aa-described @aceattorney-described

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Ace Attorney for the shipping ask game.

Shipping ask game

M/F OTP: Apollo/Juniper

M/M OTP: Phoenix/Miles! Also overall OTP

F/F OTP: Rei/Susato if TGAA is included, if not... probably Trucy/Betty or Trucy/Bonny

OT3: Athena/Apollo/Juniper

Friendship OTP: If QPR counts, then Maya and Phoenix, otherwise Maya and Miles

Canon OTP: Diego/Mia

Crackship OTP: Three-way tie between Franziska/Phoenix or Simon Keyes/Simon Blackquill or Gregory/Manfred - they're all a slight different type of crack, and so I find it hard to choose between them

Anti-OTP: There aren't any ships that I outright hate in AA, but Pearl/Phoenix or Maya/Pearl are probably my least faves

[devildomwriter]

A Step in the Future | Simeon x Reader

.9K | GN! Reader | CW: children, domestic

Simeon groaned and rubbed his forehead from which a large bump protruded.

“What…happened?” He asked himself quietly as he sat up and looked around.

He immediately ascertained this wasn’t the Devildom. He lay in a field of bright green grass, neatly cut, in the shade of a willow tree. The sun shone down behind scattered fluffy clouds and birds sang above his head.

Was he in the Celestial Realm? He got to his feet and put his hands on his hips as he looked around before deciding to head down a stone path.

In the distance he heard the laughter of children, it always brought a smile to his face and he sighed happily, sure he was somewhere safe.

As he trailed along the stone path by tall rose bushes and small bird baths he came to an open field of bright flowers. Among them was a boy dressed in fine clothes, smiling brightly as he picked the flowers and gathered them in a woven basket.

Simeon approached the boy cautiously, not wanting to alarm him but the boy was startled anyway. His shock faded and he beamed, dropping his basket and flowers and running to Simeon to embrace him in a hug.

“Father!” He exclaimed and Simeon froze in place, now considerably more confused than before.

“Oh—“ was all Simeon could exclaim. The boy parted from him and smiled again, he ran back to the flowers and brought the basket to Simeon.

“Dad, I got these for you.” He said sweetly.

Regardless of his confusion, Simeon smiled at the boy and patted his head as he accepted the flowers. He crouched down to meet the boy’s level and smiled.

“Thank you very much. I can tell you picked these with great care.” Simeon’s words were not a lie. Among all the flowers in the field, the boy brought the ones Simeon found most appealing.

“Does mom know you’re home yet?” He asked and Simeon shook his head.

“I don’t believe she does,” he replied truthfully.

Who was his mother? If he were the father, Simeon had only one person come to mind. You. He blushed as he imagined you as the mother to his children. Perhaps this was the Celestial Realm, his Father had granted him the opportunity to be with you in a grand dream.

The boy gripped Simeon’s hand, laughing, and pulled him through a beautiful garden to a circle of trees with a polished table in the middle, blocking the direct sun with the shade of the trees.

That’s when he saw you and his heart fluttered. In your nicest attire, you sat at the table watching another child color as you held an infant in your arms.

You smiled excitedly at your husband’s early return and the girl at the table jumped down and ran to Simeon, hugging his leg and waving her drawing in the air.

“Daddy! Daddy, I drew you! Look! Isn’t it good? Look!”

You chuckled and carefully got up, holding the baby in your arms.

Simeon approached you quickly and held out his arms to cradle the child, wrapped in light white cloth so they didn’t get too warm.

Simeon looked into the sleepy child’s eyes and saw his own. He smiled and you gently hugged his side as your daughter ran back to the table to keep drawing.

“Mary’s been drawing all day, that’s all she wants to do,” you sighed and Simeon smiled but never spoke as he listened attentively.

“Simon’s been picking flowers for an hour, Raphael and Luke are watching the twins, and I’ve been trying to get John to sleep for a few hours now.”

The baby, whom Simeon presumed was John, yawned and shifted in his arms, eyes fluttering closed.

“Of course, he was just waiting for you. He’s such a daddy’s boy.” You teased.

Simeon chuckled, the joy he felt in this moment was insurmountable. As the light breeze blew his bangs across his eyes, Simeon felt a shiver throughout his whole body and handed John back to you.

You gave him a concerned look but your worry dissipated as he leaned in and gently kissed your forehead.

He gave you a gentle smile and looked behind you.

You turned around to see Michael. “Oh, hello Michael, it’s been some time,” you remarked and he nodded but looked past you at Simeon.

Your brows furrowed concerned Simeon got himself into some mischief again. For an angel, he certainly caused his higher-ups a lot of headaches.

Simeon nodded back to Michael and disappeared before your eyes.

“Daddy?” Mary gasped and dropped her crayons.

“Mama?” Simon asked and gripped your shirt, confused.

You gave an equally confused look to Michael who briefly explained, “That wasn’t your Simeon. Don’t worry you’ll see him again soon.”

“Not…my Simeon?” You asked, nervous.

Michael shook his head and smiled at you, “He seems to have stepped out of time briefly, but we’ve sent him back to your past self.”

You had a moment of recollection and realized today’s date.

You raised a brow and looked at a pleased Michael, “Michael…was that Simeon from eleven years ago?”

Michael chuckled and nodded. You laughed to yourself and looked at Simon who had just unknowingly picked the bouquet Simeon would give you on the date he’d propose.

You patted your son’s head and kissed his cheek. He looked surprised but gave you a tight hug and laugh.

Time was strange like that. You’d planted the flowers Simeon gave you on your date as a reminder of that day, only for those flowers to be the ones you’d been given. It was hard to wrap your head around so you didn’t think about it for long. Instead, you waited in the garden until Simeon came home.

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[Image description: Digital drawing of SImon Blackquill and Simon Keyes from Ace Attorney, done in a rough, pastel-textured style. Blackquill is dipping Keyes, who looks up at the viewer in wide-eyed shock. Blackquill is looking at Keyes with a neutral expression. The background is red. Beneath the cut is the sma e drawing, except that the Simons are drawn entirely in shades of blue. End description.]

[Plain text: I know who you pretend I am. End plain text.]

@aa-described @aceattorney-described

I know who you pretend I am

alt. colors

[gofishygo]

hitherto ; simon 'ghost' riley x gn! reader

summary (more of a footnote but whatever) : simon 'ghost' riley with a civilian reader who loves animals heals me in some unspoken language <3

notes: mentions of past trauma (ghost), mentions of animal abuse (ghost), fluff and (maybe) hurt/comfort ?? not proofread; 639 words

He knew his footsteps would always leave a trail, no matter how lightly he treaded or how stealthy he was. He'd killed hundreds after all, all in the name of the world's safety- a legal killer, worthy of purging the unclean as classed. Not to mention the remnants of his past that always followed, violence and abuse and his family always legible in his surroundings like a ghost. He'd always wondered whether his stain had hurt the world more than healed it.

And then there was you, with your light treads and invisible presence and pretty smile. You were everything his hardships had prevented him from being- so much softer and warm and wholeheartedly loved. Always avoiding the bloodied fields of war and doing your best to slip through the world undetected. Simeon had always known that he never deserved anyone, let alone someone like you. And yet you still traced the markings on his calloused hands, talked to him with that bubbly voice of yours, held his face despite the black medical mask that would cover it. You held your world in your hands, and his world was right in front of him.

Your presence is a gentle hand to his marred and bleeding one.

But still, he can't help but glance twice at any snake he sees. His suvorexant holds him down through the nightmares instead of alleviating them. It almost feels to him like he's betraying you when he can feel his chest tighten when you scoop the stray cat up into your arms amidst the cascading rain, ignoring it's indignant hisses and the hair that now messied your formerly clean sweater. He can make the figure of his father in the darkest corners of the alleyway, mangled carrion bodies and blood in the garbage bags of the trash can.

" should put the lad back, doll. " he does his best to hide the grit in his tone.

You only reply with avid pouts of refusal. "it's pouring, si !! I'm not leaving some poor, defenceless animal in the rain !!"

His expression softens. He trusts you; he truly does. But the smell of dog blood is still cloyingly bitter in his nose, and it’s a scent that still stings at his brain.  It's too late for him to react though- you’ve already dashed off back to your shared apartment while covering the feline with your now soaked sweater. Simon follows suit without protest.

He watches as you wrap the cat in the fluffiest towel you can find, careful as to not scare the cat any further. Your gentle rubs to it's fur could never compare what he had seen in his childhood- menageries of vicious snapping teeth and growls , the smell of blood and unkempt fur. You're rummaging through the cupboards and microwaving a can of tuna, nudging it towards the creature to try soothe it's fear. Simon feel his hands start to relax, his grimace fading beneath his mask. You're nothing like that shadow of a man, nothing like Ghost or the little boy before him. You were never going to make the same mistakes, never going to end up as the same monster. A little thing clicks in him, a small shift of his aorta. You were the one he would choose to stand by his side in the old and grey.

"sim ? you've been zoning, is there something wrong ?" you're scritching the cat's head, giggling at its soft purrs as it nuzzles its head closer to your fingers. A doe eyed look of concern as you grace over his features, checking for any sign of turmoil in your boyfriend.

"nothin' to worry about, love." he wraps his arm around your shoulder as you continue to play with the cat, the movement of your muscles as you play with the cat allowing him to take a new breath. "just thinking."

[white-sinner]

Um can you plz do a sub Simeon X mc

Idk what to do for the scenario but can it be a smut plz

Thank u💕

☁️🤍even angels can be jealous🤍☁️

A/n:hello, you didn't specify the gender of mc so I will use references to male genitalia which, however, can also be understood as straps💜 I hope you like it

Warning:smut, jealousy, sex, and references to male genitalia

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you are one of the most adorable couples in all the devildom, Simeon loves you madly and you love him too before you two got together it was not uncommon to find him staring at you while he blushed because you were helping Luke or you were cooking with the little angel

needless to say that when you started courting Simeon, Luke was always there ready to give you advice and make sure that the demons (aka: Asmodeus) did not interfere

when you got together Simeon was very happy and in his mind he had already prepared your marriage in heaven for when your time would come and you would join him up in heaven

for Luke you are practically a second parent and like a good son (chihuahua) he does everything to keep the 7 brothers who could ruin the relationship between you and Simeon far away and he is ready to use his angel powers

Smut

classes were almost over at the rad and it was lunch time so you,Simone and the others were in the cafeteria when inside Simeon a certain feeling starts to come out jealousy because of Mephisto, this semester he was too attached to you and Simeon didn't like it because ok friendship and everything but who texts you while you and Simeon are cuddling or interrupts your dates with Simeon despite being an angel the thing starts to give him slightly (very) fast

meanwhile Levi who was sitting at the next table with his brothers felt Simeon's jealousy and understood the situation where was going to end up, there were two options: either Simeon chased and beat Mephisto or he reminded you why you were with him

that evening with all the calm he had he sent Luke and Solomon to sleep at lord devil's castle

in the evening after coming out of the bathroom you found Simeon wearing this:

the situation starts to heat up and you approached him and starting to give him hickeys on his neck letting your hands go further and further down his body until you pushed him onto your bed and due to the impact of the mattress Simeon let out a little moan

meanwhile you opened his thighs and started kissing him going higher and higher while with your hands you started squeezing his nipples so that he moaned even more

within seconds Simeon came on the bed and the covers were all covered in his cum so you turned him over and stuck your cock inside him and started moving hard so he could feel you for a week when you were done with him

meanwhile while you keep moving inside him like a wolf in heat you also started biting his chest

you came inside him but you didn't stop you kept moving as your cum slid down Simeon's things and he kept moaning like a Slut while from too many times he came his cock was throbbing and red

and as they say the night is still young

the next day Simeon couldn't walk and you carried him everywhere in you arms and also helping him to eat, Luke swear he had never seen Simone blush so in all his eternal life as an angel

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[pixeechix21]

All I want for Christmas 🎄

Simon!Ghost!Riley x fem!reader 12 days of Christmas

Summary: It's your turn to sit on Santa's lap. Tell him what you want and maybe he's feeling giving enough to grant you your wish.

TW: nothing really just good old smut, with some role play?, n sweet names and praise the usual 😊💕

I'm sorry but what the heck is this man doin in this gif?? 🤨

You promised your best friend you wouldn’t get that drunk. But after hearing the 141 boys were hosting a Christmas party you couldn’t help yourself. 

Dancing and chatting with your friends, you abruptly hear clapping and jeers. Entering the room is a dressed up Price. You and the girl's dog whistle him as he walks past. “Red looks good on you Simon,” you cheer. 

Johnny had managed to coerce Simon to dress up as Father Christmas. Placing him on the “throne” near the karaoke machine. “Come up! Come up everyone! Santa’s lap is open for all. Don’t miss your chance lassies and you Gaz I ya lookin’ at him!” Everyone lifts their cheers as Gaz is shoved to the front. Smiling widely, Simon’s cheerful eyes meet yours. He winks subtly, making your stomach flip and turn. 

Gaz does his theatrics, sitting on his lap and fake fanning his face in excitement. He leaves, giving Simon a sloppy kiss on the cheek, “thank you thank you! I promise I’ve been good!”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Simon shoves him off jokingly. Keeping his eyes on you Simon opens his legs leaning back and patting it, “for you,” he mouths. 

Jonny sees you in your costume. You’d lost a bet and had to dress up as a slutty elf. “Maybe Santa’s elf wants to finally sit on the throne,” he comes to you, you weakly attempt to back away. From behind you’re shoved into his arms . He takes you to Simon, excitedly. Sitting on his lap, Simon snakes his hand around your waist. Johnny is about to open his mouth ready to make a joke but Simon beats him to it. “That’s enough Soap, now fuck off.” He doesn't spare him another glance.

Sitting there on his lap, you pray he can’t feel heartbeat. “So, tell me, have you been good, my sweet?” His tone has changed, low and private between the two of you. Your hand loops around his neck running your nails through his hair. If it wasn’t for the loud music and chatting crowd you swear you would have heard him groan. “I’ve tried to be,” you sit up further on his lap, “I’ve tried to be a good girl, just for you,’ you whisper, he looks hungrily at your soft lips. 

“Is there anything you want this year, since you’ve been on your best behavior?” His thumb starts to draw lazy circles on your exposed inner thigh. Close, so dangerously close, you lightly clench your thighs. 

“There is one thing you could give me,” you don’t recognize your own sultry voice. Glad everyone is too drunk to notice.

“Mmm. What’s that my sweet?” he inhales as he pushes away your hair, leaving your neck exposed. You inhale shakily.

“You.” you let out weakly melting into his increasingly possessive grip. You’re without a doubt that he can feel your heartbeat throbbing, on his leg.

“I didn’t hear you my little elf,” his hand inches up, under the mini skirt. 

“I- i want- you.” you place your hand on his muscled chest. 

“Me too darling,” he doesn’t waste time scooping you up in a bridal hold. He gets up leaving the room smiling at Soap as you two pass by. Over his shoulder you see Johnny’s shocked expression, mouth wide open. 

Simon is on a mission, he bursts through an office door. Shutting it he adjusts your legs to wrap around his waist. He captures your lips between his, crashing into you removing all air from your lungs. You sink into him, inhaling his deep kisses. Your hands scratch all over his body trying to take off his ridiculous clothes. “God y/n,” he kisses hot trails across your collarbone. 

“I need you Si. I need you in me,” you whine as he helps you undo his belt. You’re so wet against his palm, his index and middle finger running along you sweet cunt. 

“I know, I can feel you,” he pinches lightly the growing bud of your clit. A shot of fireball couldn’t compare to the dizziness that fogs your mind. You buck and moan beautifully in his ear. “Don’t want the others to see how bad you’ve been,” he takes out his cock, running himself up and down. Slapping your clit you jolt at the sharp sensation. He moves the panties to the side. “Let me give you what you want luv. Relax for me,” biting his neck, his enlarged tip pushed past your entrance. “Take it, it’s just for you my sweet,” he pants as one hand supports your ass, the other caging you in, hand on door. 

Using his powerful muscles he fucks you. You tighten your grip on his shoulders and sinch his waist. “Fuck- Simon- I need you,” head resting on his shoulder, you kiss his neck refraining the loud whines from falling past your lips. 

“That’s it baby, it’s all yours,” he growls. And you do, you take every fucking painful inch of his throbbing cock. Hitting the sweet spot deep within you. 

“Simon,” you moan, clawing at him. He doesn’t stop. The friction of your panties stimulate your clit. You fuck him back, taking his lips with yours. Licking, biting, breathing messily. Your climax overcomes every single muscular control you hold. Sighing into his mouth he sucks your hot whining. He’s not far behind you as he jerks, coming as he feels you around him. 

Setting you down gently he steadies you, before you can stumble. Putting your panties back as you help zip his trousers.

Flushed and tired, you figure it’d be best to go to bed. Holding you close he walks you to your room, always alert.

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[Image description: Digital drawing of Simon Keyes and Simon Blackquill from Ace Attorney. Keyes is lying on a bed with his heair down, smiling and writing in a pink notebook with a pink pen. A box next to him shows that he is writing "Killing and Violence" repeatedly in pink ink with hearts over the I's. Blackquill is siting at a desk, writing in a black notebook with a black pen and a neutral expression. A box shows that he's doodled Keyes' face and written "Keyes" in cursive several times, along with "let his r down today. Effervescent." End description.]

@aa-described @aceattorney-described

I saw this text post and um. simon

[oneglass-zinfandel]

My Masterlist

Last updated: 17.12.2023 (day.month.year)

Games:

Call of duty

Ghost/Simon Riley

König

Horangi

Soap

Price

Gaz

Ships i will do:

Soap x Ghost

Horangi x König

Movies:

Scream:

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

I won't do any ships but i will do Polyamory or you dating both of them

(I apologize for the following)

DSMP:

C!Sapnap

C!Wilbur

C!Dream

Lmanbur, Pogtopia arc, Ghostbur, Revivebur, Simpbur

Tommyinnit / C!Tommy (platonic)

Quackity / C!Quackity

Karl Jacobs / C!Karl

Philza / C!Philza (platonic)

Ranboo / C!Ranboo (platonic)

Tubbo / C!Tubbo (platonic)

Technoblade / C!Technoblade (platonic)

I won't do any ships only x reader

If it says "(platonic)" i feel uncomfortable writing anything to do with kissing or romantic and especially NSFW, but handholding or small sighs on love are fine

Otome games:

Obey me:

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeous

Beelzebub

Beelphie

Diavolo

Simeon

Solomon

Ships i will do:

Asmodeous x Solomon

Diavolo x Lucifer

Twisted Wonderland

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Tray clover

Cater Diamond

Leona Kingscholar

Jack Howel

Ruggi Bucchi

Kalim Al-Asim

Jamil Viper

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Cruel

Ships i will do:

Ace x Deuce

Tray x Cater

Malleus x Leona

Kalim x Jamil

You can request other characters as well i would just prefer doing these,the ships i dont care just make it legal

Arcana:

Nadia

Asra

Julian

Muriel

I wont do any ships only x reader

Nu: Carnival:

Eiden

Aster

Morvay

Yakumo

Edmond

Olivine

Quincy

Kuya

Garu

Blade

Dante

I won't do any ships only x reader

Dating simulators/Visual Novels:

Error143

14 days with you

John Doe

Jester

Homegrown Pet

Blooming Panic

Please don't hate Christmas

GAVRIL

Your Boyfriend (+ Teenage Peter)

YOU and HIM

My dear Hatchet Man

Broken colors

Glass Mind

Duality

Video games:

Stardew Valley:

Sebastian

Sam

Magnus

Elliott

Penny

Leah

Halley

I wont do any ships just x reader

Genshin Impact:

Kaeya

Lisa

Diluc

Razor

Venti

Albedo

Rosaria

Xiao

Aether

Lumine

Beidou

Tartaglia

Zhongli

Hu Tao

Xinyan

Yelan

Kazuha

Thoma

Ayato

Arataki Itto

Gorou

Heizou

Tighnari

Cyno

Alhaitham

Kaveh

Baizhu

Dottore

Pantalone

Scaramouche/Wanderer

Eremites

Lyney

Ayato

Ships i will do:

Lisa x Jean

Razor x Bennett

Xiao x Aether

Diluc x Tartaglia

Diluc x Venti

Venti x Zhongli

Gotovu x Kazuha

Beidou x Ningguang

Xingqiu x Chongyun

Tartaglia x Zhongli

Kazuha x Scaramouche

Kazuha x Heizou

Kazuha x Heizou x Scaramouche

Reiden Shogun x Yae Miko

Thoma x Ayato

Arataki Itto x Gorou

Tighnari x Cyno

Alhaitham x Kaveh

Scaramouche x Tartaglia

Dottore x Pantalone

Capitano x Tartaglia

Dottore x Tartaglia

Pantalone x Dottore x Capitano x Tartaglia

You can request other characters as well i would just prefer doing these,the ships i dont care just make it legal, also gay cuz i legit CANT

Other:

Creepypasta:

BEN Drowned/Ben drowned

Jeff The Killer

Ticci Toby

Eyeless Jack

Jane the Killer

Slenderman

Masky

Hoodie

Jason the toymaker

The Puppeteer

Bloody painter

Homicidal Liu

Jane the killer

Splendorman (angst to comfort)

I wont do any ships just x reader

V-tubers:

Mysta

Luca

Shu

Ike

Vox

Shoto

ships i will do:

Vox x Shoto

Mysta x Shoto

Luxiem x Shoto

Vox x Ike

Anime:

Bungou stray drogs:

Atsushi

Dazai

Ranpo

Kunikida

Tanizaki

Yosano

Fukuzawa

Akutagawa

Chuuya

Tachihara

Gin

Oda

Ango

Poe

Fyodor

Nikolai

Sigma

Tetcho Suehiro

Ships i will write:

Dazai x Chuuya

Dazai x Kunikida

Dazai x Atsushi (only platonic)

Dazai x Akutagawa (only angst)

Dazai x Chuuya

Oda x Ango

Poe x Ranpo

If you have any characters i didnt mention or ships you would like to see you can still ask but i would prefer these<3

My hero academia:

Midoriya

Bakugou

Kirishima

Mina

Denki

Todoroki

Momo

Tamaki

Midnight

Hawks

Shigaraki

Dabi

Toga

Twice

Mr. Compress

Ships i will do:

Kirishima x Bakugo

Toga x Twice (platonic)

Blue lock:

Isagi

Nagi

Bachira

Chigiri

Niko

Kunigami

Aryu

Sae Itoshi

Ships i will do:

Nagi x Reo

Bachira x Isagi

Chigiri x Kunigami

Mob psycho 100:

Reigen Arataka

Ships i will do:

Serizawa x Reigen

Chainsaw man:

Denji

Power

Aki

Angel Devil

Yoshida (maybe)

Ships i will do:

Aki x Angel Devil

Please dont ask for Denji x Makima or Makima in general,that stuff is just gross and i dont want to write for Makima,i said i dont like any minors x adults

TDLOSK:

Saiki Kusuou

Kaidou Shun

Toritsuka (maybe)

Aren

Ships i will do:

Aren x Kaidou

Danganronpa:

Nagito

Soda

Gundham

Ships i will write:

Soda x Gundham

Im sorry i didnt really watch the show or play the games but just some gameplay with these three characters.

Buddy Daddies:

Kokhi Uchiyama

Kazuki Kurusu

Rei Suwa

I wont do any ships just x reader

SK8 The Infinity:

Reki

Langa

Joe

Cherry

Miya

Ships i will write:

Reki x Langa

Joe x Cherry

Hunter x Hunter:

Gon

Killua

Kurapika

Leorio

Feitan

Chrollo

Shizuki

Kite

Meruem

Ships i will write:

Gon x Killua (platonic)

Kurapika x Leorio

Moriarty the Patriot:

Sherlock Holmes

William James Moriarty

Louis James Moriarty

Albert James Moriarty

Sebastian Moran

James Bond

Ships i will write:

Sherlock x William

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Gojo

Geto

Yuuji

Megumi

Toge

Choso

Sukuna

Ships i will write:

Gojo x Geto

Yuuji x Megumi

Death Note:

Misa

L

Light

Mello

I wont do any ships just x reader

[chaikajpeg]

Different anon, would you ever consider Elias x Simeon?

First read this as "Simon" and said yes. Then realised it said "Simeon" and also said yes

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[Image description: Digital drawing of Simon Blackquill and Simon Keyes from Ace Attorney. They are sitting at a booth in a diner. Blackquill has a cup of soda in front of him. His hand is raised and he is talking. Keyes sits across from him, grinning. Simon wears a white shirt with blue cuffs, a dark blue vest with gold buttons, black pants, and brown shoes. His hair is tied back. Keyes wears a green argyle sweater vest with light green solid sleeves, blue pants, and pink shoes. His hair is down. End description.]

@aa-described @aceattorney-described

having a chat

[devildomwriter]

Cuddly Cat Families

Mephistopheles x MC = Claudious

Simeon x MC = Simon

Barbatos x MC = Sebastian Bartholomew

Raphael x MC = Rafal

Diavolo x MC = Chao

Solomon x MC = Saul

[seraphim-if]

Can you tell us the tropes for the romance routes? Also can you tell us more about Luci & M?

Since I already talked about L and M before, I will concentrate on the romance tropes for everyone's routes.

Since your an angel, all the routes carry a forbidden love aspect. This is because it's forbidden for angels to have romantic entanglements.

Other tropes include--

Ellis/Elaine: enemies to lovers, angel x human romance

Belphegor/Belle: enemies to lovers, demon x angel romance

Abaddon: enemies to lovers, demon x angel romance

Michael/Michelle: power gap romance*, slow burn

Lucifer/Lucielle: power gap romance*

Callis/Charmaine: friends to lovers, childhood sweethearts

Simeon/Simone: power gap romance*

A power gap romance* is a romance between a person who has more power and authority than their partner. With M, for example, the power gap come from the part that they are technically their boss.

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[Image description: Digital drawing of Simeon Saint and Simon Blackquill from Ace Attorney. They glance at each other and think "He's kind of hot". Simeon is in pink, Simon is in dark blue, and the thought bubble is in purple. The background is tan. End description.]

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i am so glad to announce that (im pretty sure) i am the first person to make art for the new ship tag blacksaint/saintquill 🔥🔥🔥

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Follow Up pt 4

This dour mood followed Angelina for the rest of the car ride and doubled when pushed into the morgue to find the medical examiner already there with Peitro’s Proxy.  The Rosselini took one look at her and then her gaze slid to Pietro standing just behind her. Angelina knew she had been dismissed out of hand and the anger seethed.  Such a thing had happened many times before.  When people went to meet the Donna of Grenoble, they expected a woman in her prime, perhaps one aged into wisdom, all demure silk velvet over maternal steel.  When they saw a slight girl frozen forever at 18, round face still carrying the memory of childhood, they discounted what they saw and turned to Pietro as the continuing authority, he having been her voice and direction up until the moment of their first meeting.

Pietro, well schooled and endless amused by this bitter bit of theater, stayed where he was and said nothing, waiting for Diana Rossellini to figure out the silent error she had made.  Angelina did not wait for those brown eyes to widen, or the face go ashen to realize she had dismissed the one that had given permission to be Proxied and that permission could be revoked.

“What did you find?”

The Proxy caught herself, startling to be addressed, but not looking alarmed to be caught out.  “Donna Angelina, a pleasure to - “

“Yes,” Angelina agreed, a great pleasure to meet yet another family member that would have to be taught respect and comportment.  “Your findings?”

Angelina could feel Pietro’s amusement behind her, like a wave of warmth coming off a fire and she made a mental note to address his instigating these awkward introductions at a later time.  One did not humiliate one’s enforcer.  Not if one wanted to keep their good humor and loyalty.

The medical examiner cleared her throat from where she stood on the other side of the table, a skeleton, white and unweathered, laid neatly on a steel topped table.  “I’ve been able to narrow it down to three missing persons.”

“A three way tie?”  Angelina asked, brows raised as if mildly curious about the outcome and the examiner flushed, turning a faintly accusatory stare at Diana.  

“I had just arrived with the dental records, Donna.”  Diana handed them to the examiner, as cool as you please.  The way the other woman snatched them out of the Proxy’s hands suggested that the files had been withheld, either for spite or for testing of the examiner's skill in reading the bones.  It wasn’t that Angelina disapproved of testing the academic might of the people called upon to perform a service, just that at this moment, Angelina wasn’t in the mood for delays.  Or for anyone to decide now was the time for a power play. 

Hurriedly, the woman took out the x-ray images, the shaded transparencies hung up on the light box to be studied.  They waited, Angelina not unaware of the Rosselini’s subtle attempt to size her up, comparing what she saw to what she had imagined.  For her part, she let it go.  There would be time later to put Pietro’s Proxy in her place if necessary.  

“This one, Ms. Giovanni,” the medical examiner said, hurriedly.  Taking down the transparency, she slid it back into its file and handed it to Angelina over the table holding their mysteriously departed.  “I’ll give you a moment.”  Stripping off her gloves, the woman left.  

“Simeon Boucher,” Angelina read aloud before putting the file down on the metal table.  “One parent still living, two siblings living abroad, no spouse, no children.  Cause of death, blunt force trauma.”

“That would be consistent with what we saw when we dumped his body,” Diana confirmed.  “We - “

But Angelina wasn’t interested in the explanations or stories the Rosellini was quick to give.  Ignoring her, she stripped off her own gloves and set the soft black leather aside, concentrating on the well ordered bones before her.

“Simon Boucher,” she murmured under the self-aggrandizing chatter of the Proxy.  “Let’s see if you’re still here.”  Angelina laid both hands on the bones, one hand cradling around the smooth curve of the skull, thumb tracing along the zygomatic arch where a spider web of fractures hinted at the violence of the man’s final moments.  The other hand rested on the cracked and ragged remains of the sternum.

She wasn’t surprised to feel that Simon’s soul still lingered.  A death as sudden as violent as his had been, often made spirits bound to this world.  Ones so bound were unable to let go of their former lives and find whatever peace was beyond the Shadowlands.  Angelina called to the spirit gently, testing to see at what strength the contest of wills between her and the unwilling dead, and while she hadn’t been surprised to know he lingered, she was surprised at the promptness of his response.

Simon’s soul manifested as suddenly as switching on a light, vivid and clean as if drawn on her vision by some bold artist with only a faint transparency to suggest that he wasn’t of this world.  Whatever chatter Diana had been engaging in stopped and Angelina had blessed silence in which to contemplate the spirit.

“You’re like her,” it whispered, voice coming from some other place.

“Like whom, Mr. Boucher?” Angelina asked, hand absently stroking the smooth bone of the skull, as if petting a cat, or soothing a child.

“I assume he’s talking about Elizabeth,” Diana put in unnecessarily.  “I didn’t think little Miss Princess could do the family business.”

Angelina set her jaw, cross that the Rosselini dared to speak, but before she could order her cousin to silence, the sad and despondent shade of the late Simon turned to survey the room.  Once his eyes fell upon the disdainful Diana, it flared, a shadow behind a flame, blown to grotesque proportions and flickering as if caught in a hot and terrible wind.

“You left me to die!” It roared, leaning towards the shocked Rosselini, mouth agape and hands turned to grasping claws.  “YOU KILLED ME!”

Sternly, Angelina bound the enraged wraith of Simon Boucher so it could not attack the stunned woman.  But, with a bit of satisfied spite, she let it slowly drift in her directly, forcing Diana to back up a step.  Aloud, she said, “Perhaps your recounting of your mission wasn’t entirely correct, Ms. Rosselini?”

The look that Diana shot her before looking back at her slowly stalking wraith was murderous.  “No, Donna.  We found him dead and - “  The wraith roared, cursing.  “He was beyond saving!  I could see that just by looking at him!”

Angelina believed Diana when she said that she had seen the man’s fast approaching death.  It was her family curse, after all.  Everything was on the cusp of death to her and everyone that had the Rosselini gift.  She did not, however, believe that Simon had been beyond saving.

“He might have been more useful alive, Ms. Rosselini,” Angelina said, sounding disapproving of Diana's protests and indifferent of her discomfort.