#your honor they're divorced

[registeredboykisser]

still not recovering from the fact that Vander plunged the knife deeper because it meant he would get closer to Silco in his final moments

[queeriboh]

I think I ship Gleon and Vince the same way I ship thiefshipping

[unknownvirus21]

They're talking about a book Scarab is editing for Prismo

AU of Prismo being an author and Scarab being his exclusive editor. He never hires anyone else, just him and gets jealous when others authors try to hire Scarab so he pays him a ridiculous amount of money to keep him as his editor only

Not Prismo being territorial :33

[archrries]

He's just all squishy if you can get past the razor sharp teeth

[jupijupijumi]

Your hand in mine

[thegeorgiatennantblog]

Dear tinhatters go fug yourselves

[ineffable-bullshit]

aziraphale's special interest is magic, and crowley's special interest is azirphale. thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[miyamiyano]

[insert my 11k essays about how aiyuu is so married]

[fashionredalert]

You expect me to be normal? About them??

*points to Madara being dissected by Tobirama for over a week, then later when Madara impales Tobirama with multiple black rods to keep him exactly where he wants him.*

[janthecrow]

i dont have an explanation for this one i just thought it'd be funny for zomboss to say this (i struggled w/sketching the damn pose)

[peixotizando]

I really love the divorce dynamic between Yang and Weiss

Weiss just KNOWS how to annoy Yang and thats so fun SAKDJKASJDK

They're divorced, your honor

Look at this pouty pout !!!

[karnaca78]

Deliver Us the Moon [Vicar Laurence and Headmaster Micolash, in a dream]

[rainbow-string-tied-me-to-you]

I don't even want to talk about it anymore

I'm so done with them 😭😭😭

[unknownvirus21]

Scarab learned something new about himself that day

Scrabby would totally love when Prismo gets physically angry cause Prismo's a dude who does NOOOOTTT got angry and when he does it's???? Hot????? He'd totally find it attractive

Prismo is mad about some comments left on one of his fanfics

[doueverwonder]

actually Liechtenstein pulling the "well Austria never made me-" card with switzerland fo the most random shit and it just ends with the two of them having a stare down while Switz waits for Austria to pick up the phone so he can confirm this.

[actual-changeling]

their arrangement goes like this: once a week, usually on a saturday, they meet up in the same room in the same hotel, which always not only finds itself empty but also in possession of a desk big enough to comfortably fit two immortal beings and their paperwork.

they arrive early in the morning, early enough to catch the sunrise once the seasons change and the nights grow longer, and stay for however long is needed to work their way through an unholy and blessed amount of administrative work, respectively.

in the beginning, it had been nothing but the occasional phone call to share important information both sides could make use of. they became more frequent and began to include complaints about their current bosses, or lack thereof, in dagon's case, since hell couldn't for the life of it decide who to put in charge. then the odd personal vent. then the first "and what about you?", which left them both mildly disoriented once they hung up; reciprocation of emotional matters is unheard of in both their offices, after all.

maybe a human year into their new work situation, the majority of calls stopped being business and instead approached something closer to pleasure.

the first time michael caught themself laughing over a joke dagon had made, they hung up immediately and spent the remainder of the day terrorising a handful of poor 30th-order scriveners in an attempt to soothe the anxiety crawling beneath their skin. someone is always watching, listening, waiting for a chance to rise in the ranks by throwing a fellow angel under the bus - whether those angels are fallen or not doesn't matter; heaven and hell are the same in this regard.

which is how they eventually ended up on earth on a saturday evening in a room brimming with months and months of reapplied miracles, and dagon does not think as much as act on a needy desire that has been growing in their chest for ages.

"let me tempt you to some wine," they say softly, their paperwork only half-done but forgotten.

michael drops their pen, but they only freeze for a second before looking up and meeting the by now familiar steel-blue gaze. neither of them has gone as native as them, but...

changes are bound to happen, and they happen to even the mightiest of dukes and archangels, whether they like it or not. there are dozens of reasons to decline, to respond with bite and anger, to disappear in a rush of feathers and lightning, to never talk to the demon trying to tempt them, the archangel fucking michael, into earthly pleasures ever again, but-

it's not a demon.

it's dagon.

the one being in the universe whose presence has become a constant more secure and comforting than the eternal sterile halls of heaven.

they shouldn't, and yet michael snaps their fingers and sends their paperwork into the void, where it will wait until it is needed again if it knows what is good for it, and the desk morphs into a much smaller table.

"temptation accepted," michael responds, and a smile that had once been reserved for watching the creation of the universe blooms on their face, small and almost imperceptible, but it's there all the same.