Writingforfunsies - Defense Attorney Of Mammon

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once when i was six, a crab pinched my toe and instead of crying because it hurt, i was crying because my family wouldn’t let me keep the crab

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this is something that never fails to spark a debate between me and my friends but i think dipping french fries in ice cream is delicious

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yes please, this sounds like fun!

if y'all wanna learn more about me👉👈 or maybe just as bored as i am, feel free to send me an ask!

new ask game send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want

Can you do the brothers helping with gender bad feelings? Like im having them rn and being afab nb is so "fun".

im sorry nonnie but i'm not accepting requests at the moment😔

thankyou for the ask anyway! i'll let you know when i open requests🌼

hello, lovelies!💖

it’s been a while since i wrote something here, RL has been very hectic for me these past few months. thank you for still following me, i’ll hopefully have more time to continue writing headcanons again now!

moira. (satan x reader)

au where soulmates have one another’s names tattooed on them. wrote this as a warm up so it’s short, but i hope you enjoy it✨

When you were born, your mother saw the name written on the inside of your right wrist and he fainted, clutching the cross around her neck. Your father cried for his child’s fate. 

Since then, they tried their best to make sure you go to church every week, teaching you how to fold your hands and pray, encouraging you to read the bible until you remember its content inside out. “You can still be saved,” your mother said to you one Sunday after the sermon as your father talked with the priest in a worried tone.

You don’t mind. You think it’s a great opportunity to learn about your soulmate, or at the very least, your soulmate’s species. You drink up every narrative about demons—the Legion, the demon in the desert, the snake with the forbidden fruit, and anything that is nowhere near holy. You don’t stop there though. Studying demonology books, secretly meeting up with witches, searching anywhere for any clues about your soulmate.

And so, years later, when you find yourself taken to Devildom one evening, you’re not as scared as they expect a human might be.

“...and that one there is Satan, the fourth eldest of us.”

Your eyes meet striking green eyes and the demon returns your smile with a knowing one. “Nice to finally meet you.”