Belphie Doesnt Smoke Weed Unless Someone Else Does The Prep. He Doesnt Know How To Roll A Blunt. Bongs

belphie doesnt smoke weed unless someone else does the prep. he doesn’t know how to roll a blunt. bongs are foreign for him. he just uses carts like a fucking LOSER.

the way mammon loves you is so soft, so tender.

greed is loud and boisterous in his movements, confident in sure with every bold move he takes. gentleness is not in his nature when he is borne of celestial light, nor when his rebirth as an avatar of sin robs him of his purity.

greed’s soul was borne to keep, to hoard, to treasure. claws scraping over his jewels and snarls ripping through his teeth as he takes and takes and takes to abate his greed, soothe the burning sin entwined with his very being.

yet he loves so achingly. fingers tracing your skin like tissue paper about to rip at any second, voice soothing and light as he chatters about nothing and everything at the same time. pinky linking in yours loosely as to give you the choice to let go.

he is still mammon. rough and rowdy and boyish in his charms, ruffling your hair and roping you into one failed scheme after another, but there is also something else in him. something just for you.

greed growls and screeches and takes and takes and takes. but mammon snorts and laughs and has so much to give.

and with you, he is not greed. he is not an animalistic urge to possess.

with you, he is gentle. with you, he is mammon.

fun fact! satan canonically has cat stickers on his laptop. bros a cutie patootie like that

asmo spitting FACTS

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

The day I started posting about #shall we date mammon was the best day of my life.