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mydictionary-yume · 6 days
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lcs-library · 9 months
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Remember this imagine? It’s a fic now.
As the final bell of the day rang, Lucille skipped over to Masumi’s desk.
“Heyyyy, um, do you wanna stop by Veludose on our way home?” She asked with feigned nervousness.
“No.” He deadpanned.
“Brutal!”
“Why would you get a coffee this late?”
“For funsies! They offer decaf if that’s not what you’re into.”
“Don’t care. No.”
“Come on! Not even for your favorite troupe member? Not even because you love me?”
“I don’t love you.” He said with a pointed look.
“Ow!”
Even still, Lu took in a deep breath. There was no way around it, she supposed.
“Sakuya said he picked up a job there and had a shift today, so I figured we could visit him. You know, because why not?” She really didn’t want to admit this, evident by the deep blush on her face.
“…I’ll go.”
“You’ll go for Saku but not for me?” She asked, a little disappointed.
“That’s not what I said.” He replied, breaking eye contact as he slipped on his headphones.
Lucille sighed. It was good enough. She took Masumi’s hand as he absentmindedly flipped through his phone, dragging him to the coffee shop.
When they arrived, they were greeted with a “Welcome in! Oh, hey, you two!”
“Hey Saku!” Lu echoed, waving cheerfully at him. The shop was pretty empty this late in the afternoon, giving them just enough time to talk.
“What are you guys doing here?” He asked, glancing behind Lucille to find a half-asleep Masumi she was now holding by the wrist.
“No reason, just thought it would be nice to stop by.” She said with a smile.
“She came to see you.” Masumi piped up, suddenly wide awake.
Lucille stiffened, the grip on Masumi’s wrist tightening ever so slightly. Sakuya could only giggle.
“Really? I’m so glad! Thanks!”
There it was. That radiant smile. Lu had to turn away just to not be blinded by it.
“…you’re welcome.” she muttered.
By this point, a few customers had joined the line, prompting the trio to actually do what they came for.
After a small debacle over Lu forgetting her wallet and bothering Masumi to pay, the two sat down in a cozy corner flanked by a few windows. Lu awkwardly wrung her hands, unsure about how to tackle the conversation she wanted to have as Masumi stared out over the city streets, his fingers drumming on the table.
“Masumi?”
He snapped out of his daze, glaring at her.
“What?”
Yikes. He could be scary when he wanted to be.
“Can I… tell you about something?” She asked anxiously.
“Yeah, sure.” He took off his headlines. Thank God, he actually did care about her.
“It’s about Sakuya.”
“What about him?”
“I,” oh, this was much more difficult than she thought. Lucille sucked in a breath, bracing herself. “I think I’m in love with him.”
“You think?” Masumi cocked his head ever so slightly.
“Lu, Masumi! Your order’s ready!” Sakuya called, glancing around the cafe for them.
“Speak of the devil.” Masumi said, standing up with Lu to retrieve their drinks.
The two thanked him(Lucille more energetically than Masumi), and went back to their seats.
Looking down, Masumi couldn’t help but notice an extra item. A slice of chocolate cake. He frowned at Lu, hoping she wasn’t draining his wallet, to which she only grinned.
“Saku said it was on the house. You wanna share?”
Masumi stared at the cake like it was poison for a moment before shaking his head.
“‘s fine. You can have it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Yay!” She cheered, digging in.
“But about Sakuya…”
Lucille froze. Right. She finished her bite of cake with a hard swallow.
“Mm… so, I think it’s love, but I can’t be sure, y’know? Like, yeah, I like seeing him smile, and his hair is fluffy and nice to play with, and he gives good hugs, and he’s a really good person, and-“
“Sounds like love to me.” Masumi interrupted.
“Right? But does that really constitute love? What if it’s just admiration? Or, uh, what’s it called? A squish?” Lu rambled, flailing her hands about.
“You’ve been friends for months. That doesn’t count as one.” He responded, taking a long sip of his espresso.
“But I wanna be so much closer to him, are you sure that’s not just platonic?”
“Positive.”
Lucille stared into the abyss of her latte, her expression sinking. It couldn’t be, could it? She just wanted to know him better, to watch him act more. To keep him in her arms. To spend evenings by his side in a comfortable silence. There’s no way…
After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke.
“I’ll think about it.” She said softly, taking a sip of her drink.
“By the way, do you think we can’t see that stupid grin you have when you look at him?” Masumi inquired cooly.
Lu almost choked.
“Don’t!”
“Don’t what?” For the first time, Masumi smiled, a sly smirk adorning his features.
“Just don’t.” She pouted, taking a proper sip.
“Sure.”
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Decided to(lazily) color in a doodle :)
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notherpuppet · 2 days
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Sloppy comic based on me and my friends conversation on my bday last week 😝🥳 this is pretty much verbatim hahaha
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triona-tribblescore · 2 months
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I thoroughly enjoy the stage of huskerdust where they have yet to fully admit their feelings to each other uvu <3
P2
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doodle-empress66 · 3 months
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"Just cut the act"
"IT'S NOT AN ACT!"
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sherlock-is-ace · 8 months
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I'm still not over the fact that in the book, Aziraphale and Crowley are supposed to look 30 and 24 years old...
This is what they would look like
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That's David in 1995 in The Bill and Michael in 1997 (not quite 99 like it's supposed to be) in Wilde.
Those are children! Mere babies!
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ravelqueen · 8 months
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People saying that Aziraphale is into bad boys and Crowley is into good boys actually have it the wrong way around! You guys are just getting distracted by the Aesthetic!
Proof: Crowley got interested in Aziraphale when he started acting a bit bad aka unangelically while Aziraphale meanwhile has heart eyes every time Crowley does something Kind (tm).
Q.e.d.
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lenaellsi · 6 months
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“Crowley is still an angel deep down” “Crowley is more of an angel than any of the archangels” “Crowley was only cast out because he needed to play his part in Armageddon, he's not a real demon” “Aziraphale wants to rebuild Heaven to be more like Crowley because he’s what an angel should be” no. Stop it. This is exactly where Aziraphale went wrong.
Crowley is 100% a demon. He's not actually a bit of an angel, and he's not cosmically better than any of the other demons we see in the series. He's much less vicious than most of them, yeah, but he's also much less vicious than most of the angels, because how “nice” a celestial being is has nothing to do with which side they're technically on. Crowley's kindness comes from him doing his best to help people despite the hurt he's suffered himself, not any sort of inherent residual or earned holiness. He was cast out just like the rest of the demons, and that's an important part of his history that shouldn't be minimized, excused, or, critically, 'corrected.'
Being angelic is not a positive or negative trait in the Good Omens universe. It's a species descriptor. Saying that Crowley is still an angel deep down because he helps people is an in-character thing for Aziraphale to think, certainly--Job and the final fifteen showed that in the worst possible way--but it's not something Crowley would ever react well to, and it's the main source of conflict in the entire "appoint you to be an angel" fiasco.
We know that Aziraphale thinks Crowley's fall was an injustice, but why? Well, because Crowley is actually Good, which means his fall was a mistake, or a test, or a regrettable error in judgment, or…something. Ineffable. Etc. The point is, he’s special, much better than those other demons, and if they can fix him and make him an angel again, everything will be fine! (So once Job's trials are over, everything will be restored to him? Praise be!) Aziraphale has to believe that Crowley's better traits come from traces of the angel he used to know and not the demon he's known for 6,000 years, because that’s how he can rationalize his incorrect view of Heaven as The Source Of Truth And Light And Good with his complicated feelings about Crowley's fall.
But Crowley's fall was not an injustice because he's actually a Good Person who didn't deserve it. Crowley's fall was an injustice because the entire system of dividing people into Good (obedient) and Bad (rebellious) is bullshit. Crowley is not an unfortunate exception to God's benevolence, he is a particularly sympathetic example of God's cruelty.
And really, Crowley doesn't behave at all like an angel, especially when he's at his best. All of the things that he's done that we as the audience consider Good are things that Heaven has directly opposed. (See: saving the goats and children in defiance of God in S2E2, convincing Aziraphale to give money to Elspeth despite Heaven's views on the "virtues of poverty" in S2E3, speaking out against the flood and the crucifixion in S1E3, tempting Aziraphale to enjoy earthly pleasures because he thinks they'll make him happy, stopping Armageddon.)
Heaven as an institution has never been about helping humanity. And that's not an issue of leadership, as Aziraphale seems to think--it's by design. Aziraphale's first official act as an angel toward humanity was to literally throw them to the lions. Giving them the sword wasn't him acting like an angel, it was just him being himself. Heaven doesn't care about humans. It's not supposed to. It's supposed to win the war against Hell, with humans as chess pieces at best and collateral damage at worst.
Yes, it's easier to think that there are forces that are supposed to be fundamentally good. It's easier to think that Aziraphale is going to show those mean archangels and the Metatron what’s coming to them and reform Heaven into what it "should" be, and that God is actually super chill and watching all of this while shipping ineffable husbands and cheering for them the whole way. And of course it's easier to take Crowley, who Aziraphale (and the audience) adores, and say that he deserves to be on the Good team much more than all those angels and demons that we don’t like. But that's not how it works. People are more complicated than that, even celestial beings.
Crowley is a demon, and the tragedy of his character is not that he's secretly a good guy who is being forced to be evil; the tragedy is that he's lived his whole life stuck between two institutional forces that are both equally hostile to the love he feels for the universe and the beings in it. There are no good and bad guys. There are no "right people." Every angel, demon, and human is capable of hurting or helping others based on their choices. That is, in fact, the entire fucking point.
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picklepie888 · 7 months
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Michael Kovach is the John Ratzenberger of indie animation.
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it's the fact that crowley became more protective of aziraphale after he thought he lost him in the fire.
he experienced what it would feel like to lose him and he knew he never wanted to go through that again, so in season two he does everything he can to keep him from harm.
he threatens and he fights and he leaves only to return just as quickly, and he makes the promise "i won't leave you on your own" because the last time he left in anger he came back to find that aziraphale was gone.
and if he has to experience that heartwrenching grief that had him sobbing on the floor of a flaming bookshop ever again then what would be the point of it all?
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mydictionary-yume · 25 days
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“Hello Kitty, こんにちは!”
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This was highly inspired by the style of the dance MV for Popcorn!! Def check it out if you can, it’s a banger<3
(Click for higher quality lol)
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lcs-library · 8 months
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Safeshiptember Day 3: Relaxing
Taglist: @dango-daydreams
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That was strange. Sakuya almost never initiated the two meeting up, much less in this tone. Was something wrong? Lu couldn’t help but wonder as she set her phone down, waiting for his arrival.
As if on cue, there was a knock, and Lu opened the front door to reveal a worn-out looking Sakuya, his shoulders hunched, his eyes weary, but a smile on his face nonetheless.
“Hey, Saku,” Lu greeted, almost a little awkwardly, beckoning him inside.
“Hey,” he replied, stepping into the house.
“Did something happen?” She asked, staring at the ground where Sakuya slipped off his shoes.
He hesitated.
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, just, come here for a second?”
Lu complied with a smile, knowing that if he of all people was asking for things for once, he must need it.
Sakuya practically melted into her embrace, his arms draping lazily over her shoulders as his head found a snug place in the crook of her neck, his body becoming nothing but a limp puddle as Lu tried to support his weight. His breath slowed as every muscle began to settle into place, the tension he was holding lifting itself in an instant. He knew he was safe for once, and Lu was happy to be that place for him.
“Long rehearsal?” She asked softly, rubbing tiny circles into his back.
He nodded with a groan.
“Should we take this to the couch?”
Another nod.
With that, Lu scooped him up into her arms, with him still clinging to her like a koala, and took him to the couch to set him down, letting him find his place in her lap.
Sakuya clung to her for dear life, as if she was going to slip away at any moment, pressing the smallest, softest kisses to her neck and shoulder, as if pleading for her to stay. She held him tighter, resting her face in his thick mess of hair, taking in its texture, its scent, and its owner. Her fingers dragged lazily up and down his spine, sending shivers down it as she felt over every patch of skin, every bone, every muscle.
It felt strange to her that the body, the face, she’d admired for so long from afar was hers. That he was clinging to her when he was feeling low the sane way he boosted her up what felt like a thousand years ago. It was so odd, but so, so nice.
The two remained silent, neither one daring to speak, as if it would break the trance the two had fallen into. They simply reveled in the other’s comfort, praying they’d never leave.
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akaikami-cherryblossom · 10 months
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Ok but imagine Lu finding out Sakuya works at a coffee shop she likes so she ends up dragging Masumi there on their way home from school and she’s all like “Hi!! Good to see you!” But Masumi immediately deadpans, “She came here just to talk to you.” To which she gets all blushy and awkward but Sakuya is just happy she went out of her way heheheh ohhhhh the sillies….
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yes i have personal & intimate reasons for my own (lack of) religious/supernatural beliefs, but it's not dishonest to admit: i am also an atheist bc at no point in my life have i, after completing a slightly unpleasant task, been witness to an angel/imp/sprite/devil/entity-of-any-kind manifesting in all their glory to offer me a pat on the head and a little plastic baggy of crackers (by way of encouragement/reward).
call me childish but in my heart of hearts i cannot truly participate in a belief system that tolerates such negligence
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akantorrr · 10 months
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Anatomizing Your Synthetic Humanity
Comic I drew of a scene from @size-two-shrimp's fic :>
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