#aodic

[wolftails-funkin-arts]

Have you listened 2Hot BF-Mix?

https://youtu.be/aodIc-N86lo?si=3oMOUVoofYFBTfys

Yep! ^^

[444names]

french, irish and tolkienesque forenames BUT beginning with "a" and excluding "h"

Adalas Adaven Adella Adiar Adileme Adilín Adomán Adorc Adorine Adratren Aegil Aegno Aelbartimon Aellande Aelronnar Aelyn Aendomán Aerualir Affra Affraolm Affriellas Afratte Agduirí Aglor Aglán Aglúk Agnaolóise Agnèseatrí Agolait Agole Agolin Agondréas Agormare Agoron Agran Agung Agóid Aiait Aidurisín Aigne Aigín Ailianca Ailie Ailirí Ailmin Ailíniel Aimic Aimuis Aindil Aindin Aindomór Aindran Aindás Aingol Ainiquel Ainne Ainnán Ainnín Ainrist Ainsiara Ainvatrean Ainwë Aireclas Airgeam Airine Airylvaliob Aisad Aisicien Aistiú Aitien Aitione Aitiú Aitre Aitriën Aiwen Aiwenclie Aiwenriona Aiwenwë Aladorwent Alaent Alagonnge Alail Alaimered Alait Alanma Alanán Alaodreg Alasmaglan Alaug Alaugaétion Alaur Alcwin Aldard Aldary Aldbertín Aldic Aldidis Aldil Aldon Aldoregoir Aldug Alembas Alennas Alfabry Alfine Algalexan Algalgric Alganait Algrón Aliamille Aliane Alielion Alieno Alinnie Allaciard Alladûn Allen Allenta Allessaev Allor Almain Almorik Alocédran Alombreann Alonn Alorna Altigne Aléalaitlín Aléminwë Amadian Amain Amann Amara Amarier Amatren Ambar Ambor Ambri Ameil Amele Amelvalann Amence Amiast Amice Amiceancaos Amicien Amickalie Amielmë Amieu Amildë Amine Aming Amire Amirin Amiry Amiríosant Amlacán Amlirion Amlit Amondur Amrace Amratán Amron Amuin Amuir Amuliann Amurice Amuruair Anaine Anair Anais Anait Analmor Anaodre Anaornais Ancaline Ancasafra Ancel Ancilia Anclíne Anclís Andelearda Andidin Andier Andil Andildand Andiliamûl Andill Andilíne Andinnal Andis Andistië Andocelear Andoin Andon Andorin Andorne Andran Andrangwë Andre Andric Andrien Andrilín Andrimin Andriob Andrónán Anduine Anduistoil Andur Andóm Angerondri Angon Angwait Angérômerië Aniasnort Aniel Anien Anilimeric Anineale Aniquenria Anlann Anmaitlín Anmarles Annard Annarice Annette Annimick Anniquerre Annla Annluirgoll Anntat Annya Annárd Anonev Anoît Anpali Anpie Anpienne Anpieu Antang Antarr Antaráil Antine Antië Anton Antoraman Antán Antárostan Antóirette Antóirë Anuen Anuir Anuis Ançoiberin Ançoilís Ançoine Ançoir Ançoirië Aodael Aoddarmala Aodeacis Aodice Aodwine Aodwing Aodóilinès Aodómil Aoibéarce Aoibûn Aoifung Aoigneleg Aoilde Aoimargelwë Aoinait Aoinborm Aoine Aoirette Aoiris Aoirment Aoiréag Aoirë Aoisaor Aoise Aoiseagla Aoisir Aoislán Aoiste Aolenne Aoliel Aolis Aolle Aolort Aolwë Aonnev Aonorole Aorardar Aoris Aornán Aorod Aoste Aracán Aradien Aradong Arain Arainrine Arair Aramélicia Arana Arandile Arane Araneleste Aranièlegor Aranlane Arann Arant Araolug Araonóratán Arasméa Aratare Aratríd Aratrídís Aratán Araul Aravormean Aravric Arbar Arceane Arciene Arcán Ardaglórwin Ardaitlín Ardalia Ardamie Ardir Ardraire Ardrégin Aregliaming Areglondil Arfin Arfine Argil Arguel Arienglóire Arienjann Arienéan Arind Arindán Arine Arineston Arinto Arion Ariondor Arior Aristíos Arlaine Arliele Arline Armadan Armeirë Armerice Armlim Armon Armoncaine Armoneara Arnadûn Arnail Arnaild Arnaistín Arnatar Arnue Arnuil Arnán Arnárdil Arnír Arodannette Aroibeoge Aroimrane Aroiric Aronn Aronor Arorlairy Arred Artin Artius Artië Artrië Artín Aruadeór Aruan Arveg Arvel Arvelcaroce Arves Arwend Arwent Arwentán Aryttelle Arímas Asfalfwis Atamir Atandionne Ataragair Atarn Atraitinen Atrattelien Atrine Atriú Atuard Audel Audelentán Audiniard Audog Audor Audreglás Audriel Augabal Augas Augloc Auglor Aulal Aulauguy Aulwiseárd Aumavoran Auragóirie Aurcán Auregal Aurettona Aurgall Auris Auriën Auruain Aurual Aurée Avalivien Avelle Aviamador Avidrégorn Avinbolán Avion Avirine Avore Azagant Azanniar Azoge Aínes

[lesdeambulationsdambre-blog]

Que l’année 2017 soit riche en plaisir ^^ http://www.ooep.co/AODiC

[sisconendgame-blog]

"Ehhh..I'm running out of games to play. I wonder if there's anyone who wants to play."

[swornpromise]

"... Unless you're prepared to take care of it for the rest of its life, you should stay away from that dog."

"People who give a stray attention and leave are as bad as the ones who abandoned it in the first place."

[callipygoux]

Aoba || Izaya

satsujino

"..."

That is probably the most unenthusiastic expression he was capable of, holy fuck. A round of applause for Orihara Izaya, for making such an expression appear on his face just by running into him. Good job, Izaya! GG.

He didn't know exactly why his face fell into such an expression, not really. He didn't even know the man in front of him apart from his name and brief glimpses during whatever part of a trial he was around for. He didn't know what it was, but something about this guy just... He didn't even know how to explain it, honestly.

As it was, two possible greetings still came to mind. Better use the latter of the two, to be honest. Seriously look at these:

➡ "Oh. Hey, it's this asshole." ➡"Oh. Hey...-- It's... Izaya, right?"

There was no reason to be that rude right off the bat, the two haven't even had what counts as an actual conversation yet! 

So, the latter it was then. Aoba even added in a slight wave of his hand to the greeting, though he could not for the life of him get the unenthused expression off his face.

"Oh. Hey...-- It's Izaya, right?"

[spiritualious-blog]

Oooooh dear that was painful.

[before-birth]

Has avoided a painful death by guessing right at today's trial and made new friends. It is a good day.

[letsleepingcats-blog-blog]

Iroha didn't mind the little bugger at first, her job basically having been to entertain leagues of little girls for hours on end without rest. Maybe the stakes were raised because she now had to deal with a boy, or maybe because the child's death or loss could end with her being exploded or whatever. It didn't matter much to Iroha anyway, she slept most of the day anyway.

Unfortunately for Despair City's resident kittyler, the munchkin hadn't adopted any of her more lethargic mannerisms and was prone to screaming bloody murder whenever Iroha so much as laid her head down - floor, table, pillow, anything. The only thing that seemed to soothe him was being surrounded by the Hello Kitty plush toys his "mother" collected throughout the years, offering her a moment's peace.

She didn't even mind him powerbombing the stuffed animals out the one window as long as he was mostly quiet about it.

[inexperiencedmagus]

Babies are cute.

Babies are fun.

Babies are…

Constantly crying.

The Mage was barely 15 himself. How did this bear (or whatever it was) expect him to raise a baby in a city where people are being killed left and right."Jeepers… Naga give me strength."

[mxmorized]

ℬʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ➤yang

He was quite positive that he'd investigated the entire city.. except for one place, of course.

Saving the best for last, right? Axel stared up at the school building--in all its abandoned glory. Considering the shape of both the building and the city itself, he was growing more and more curious about the city's history. He'd heard all floors aside from the ground floor were locked up tight, unfortunately, though the young man couldn't help but see for himself.

Grasping the doorknob to enter the building, Axel suddenly felt piercing eyes watching him from behind. That didn't deter him, however, though it was unsettling enough for him to turn around to investigate.

Although he wasn't expecting it to simply be a regular girl stuck in this place as well.

"It's not nice to sneak up on someone, y'know." Axel shrugged before folding his arms as he waited for the girl's response. It was strange, though, seeing as he still could feel eyes watching him. Maybe it wasn't her after all? He'd rather not have a girl watching him either, though.

[magatsuperriot-blog]

lmao alive binch (revival)

The last time he was in a hospital bed felt like so long ago. His ex-coworker, Ryotaro Dojima, was the one that sent him there in a stretcher. What a moron? His partner is found out as a killer, and even then he still aids Adachi. He hated to admit it, but he was connected to this family. He thought about Narukami and sighed. 

Would he be disappointed in what Adachi did?

His memory was fuzzy on what happened, it was a similar sensation as to what he felt when he tried to look back on Ameno-Sagiri. All he knew is that he killed her. He was driven to murder again. 

The monster came after him, and he had to take her with him. 

He didn't sympathize for her. It wasn't remorse that he felt from ending her life. It was just that this was exactly what he was trying to get away from. He wanted to put it all behind him and move forward. His game was what made him the man he is today. He learned to grow up, and had wanted a quiet life. But he wasn't going to get that here.

Many things spawned his murder of Junko Enoshima. 1) The bitch stabbed him 2) fear, adrenaline, wanting revenge and to take her down with him, and lastly 3) she threatened Narukami. Adachi refused to let her lay a hand on him and needed to get rid of her. He would use his last breaths as a measure to ensure that Junko wouldn't touch him 

He let out a miserable sigh and laugh. The laugh hurt the healing wound in his stomach that was wrapped tightly with bandages.

"Nurse? Does this place have any beer?"

He didn't know if there was a nurse or if this was some kind of deserted hospital like in some horror game, but he called it out loud enough for anyone in the hallway to hear. 

[sisconendgame-blog]

Kirino and the baby sit in front of the computer. She placed the baby's hand on the mouse, and gently guides the child's hand to where it's supposed to go.

"Oh, okay! Now see these choices? If you pick the right one you get a..hehehe...good cutscene. But don't worry, there's a trick! You can save before each decision so if you don't get the scene you can come back and choose the other option!"

[swornpromise]

"So...this time tomorrow, you're gonna be busted, huh."

He can't say he'll miss playing babysitter for some doll, but...it'll feel a little off, not having it around. 

... Though, maybe it's not the lack of the robot kid itself that'll bug him. Maybe it'll be the lack of company...if he can even call this thing that. It's not living, not really, and he'll be glad he doesn't need to take care of it anymore come the next day, but...--

"Pathetic."

[spiritualious-blog]

Strange. He felt strange. There's a fuzzy coldness that envelopes his body, litters his skin with goosebumps, and numbs the very tips of his fingers.

Numbness and pain. It doesn't feel possible, but it's all happening too fast and Sorey can't escape.

Not when he sees the body.

Trapped.

A body trapped in an icy box. Ironic, considering Sorey always wanted Mikleo to have his own freedom. Their shared dreams connected them, a close bond that at times traveled further than friendship, and all of it now collapsing between the gaps of his fingers. 

Like small waterfalls that trickled downward into the glistening fountains in the various ruins they traveled together.

When he holds the lifeless body against him, all he feels is the bitter iciness that came from not only the confines of the cold prison, but also...

Death.

On his face, stained with trails of tears, no, simply blood trails. Like somebody painted tears of blood down his porcelain cheeks. Vivid eyes missing (Sorey ignores the constant wave of nausea racking his body), expression barely readable without them. 

But, he would guess.... a mixture of sadness and regret.

The circlet is still intact, he soon finds, allowing gentle albeit trembling figures to gentle touch the central gem. Mikleo's treasured item, a treasure once belonging to his deceased mother. A shaky breath escapes him; he's relieved to see it there, but at the same time it breaks his heart in two.

He leans down halfway, stopping, shaky breaths tickling against Mikleo's face. Hesitation racks his mind, but he feels his heart tells him to press onwards. Just once, he'll allow his selfish, his feelings, to press a chaste kiss against his icy skin. It's not a farewell kiss, because this can't be the end.

Even if it was, he refuses to accept it.

There's no energy left within his tortured soul to even scream out the Seraph's name. No matter how many times he mutters Mikleo's name over and over again, it just hurts more and more.

Will you be able to meet her, Mikleo?

Only upon seeing the feather do the tears begin to fall from green eyes filled with despair, anguish, too many emotions all at once for Sorey. The feather, colors matching with the various ones that he wore, was gently lifted from Mikleo's light grasp, then tucked in between strands of white hair. 

Even in death, Mikleo looked beautiful. That in itself made Sorey sick to his stomach.

Is it possible to experience a feeling beyond just mere emptiness? 

Sorey cries himself to exhaustion, laying beside the one he considers the most precious person in his life.

I suppose “ 'till death to us part ” doesn't only apply to marriage, was the last fleeting thought before his vision fades to black and the unconscious world consumes him.

[mxkasas]

What's a Valentine's and is it contagious? Someone set this poor girl straight. Or not since she might just punch you in the face if you try anything funny.