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just a sentence is too boring so im giving a snippet <3 have some mean mammon ->

“Oi! It’s me! Th’ hell ya locked the door for?! Open up!” Mammon, your supposed guide to all things Devildom, shouts at the top of his lungs. You wince. 

Oh. 

You scramble to your feet, interrupting the beginnings of a new assault on your door handle by opening it a smidge. Only half of your face shows, and you squint at the onslaught of light. 

Mammon’s attention seems to perk, his head pushing forward, slouch straightening, and he gestures his hand at you. “Are ya tellin’ me ya ain’t even dressed yet?! Lords, Lucifer’s gonna kill me! Ya humans are so incompetent, I swear!”

You glare at him, then promptly shut the door in his face. 

Basked in the darkness of your room again, you head towards your bed – and jump when the door slams open behind you. 

“What the fu–” you begin, but Mammon interrupts you.

“Ohh-hohoho, ya gotta lotta nerve, human! Who d’ya think you are?” He snaps, and you turn to face him – but he’s already plopped his dandy ass at the end of your bed.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” you mimic. Immediately, you regret your words, remembering he’s a demon, he could kill you in two seconds flat, but he just lets out a snort.

The room is still relatively dark, and when you squint to focus on him, his eyes seem to have a hazy golden glow. Eerie.

Cool, but eerie.

“Ya blind or somethin’? Dumb too? Ya need me ‘ta help ya waddle ‘round on yer two feet?” His grin isn’t kind. It’s nearing sadistic, bullyish. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, dude,” you mutter in disbelief.

// not sure if i'll ever finish this wip, even though i have a lot of it done!! WIP is from a piece where MC/you decide not to go up the attic stairs! It's horror<3

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just a sentence is too boring so im giving a snippet <3 have some mean mammon ->

“Oi! It’s me! Th’ hell ya locked the door for?! Open up!” Mammon, your supposed guide to all things Devildom, shouts at the top of his lungs. You wince. 

Oh. 

You scramble to your feet, interrupting the beginnings of a new assault on your door handle by opening it a smidge. Only half of your face shows, and you squint at the onslaught of light. 

Mammon’s attention seems to perk, his head pushing forward, slouch straightening, and he gestures his hand at you. “Are ya tellin’ me ya ain’t even dressed yet?! Lords, Lucifer’s gonna kill me! Ya humans are so incompetent, I swear!”

You glare at him, then promptly shut the door in his face. 

Basked in the darkness of your room again, you head towards your bed – and jump when the door slams open behind you. 

“What the fu–” you begin, but Mammon interrupts you.

“Ohh-hohoho, ya gotta lotta nerve, human! Who d’ya think you are?” He snaps, and you turn to face him – but he’s already plopped his dandy ass at the end of your bed.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” you mimic. Immediately, you regret your words, remembering he’s a demon, he could kill you in two seconds flat, but he just lets out a snort.

The room is still relatively dark, and when you squint to focus on him, his eyes seem to have a hazy golden glow. Eerie.

Cool, but eerie.

“Ya blind or somethin’? Dumb too? Ya need me ‘ta help ya waddle ‘round on yer two feet?” His grin isn’t kind. It’s nearing sadistic, bullyish. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, dude,” you mutter in disbelief.

// not sure if i'll ever finish this wip, even though i have a lot of it done!! WIP is from a piece where MC/you decide not to go up the attic stairs! It's horror<3

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just a sentence is too boring so im giving a snippet <3 have some mean mammon ->

“Oi! It’s me! Th’ hell ya locked the door for?! Open up!” Mammon, your supposed guide to all things Devildom, shouts at the top of his lungs. You wince. 

Oh. 

You scramble to your feet, interrupting the beginnings of a new assault on your door handle by opening it a smidge. Only half of your face shows, and you squint at the onslaught of light. 

Mammon’s attention seems to perk, his head pushing forward, slouch straightening, and he gestures his hand at you. “Are ya tellin’ me ya ain’t even dressed yet?! Lords, Lucifer’s gonna kill me! Ya humans are so incompetent, I swear!”

You glare at him, then promptly shut the door in his face. 

Basked in the darkness of your room again, you head towards your bed – and jump when the door slams open behind you. 

“What the fu–” you begin, but Mammon interrupts you.

“Ohh-hohoho, ya gotta lotta nerve, human! Who d’ya think you are?” He snaps, and you turn to face him – but he’s already plopped his dandy ass at the end of your bed.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” you mimic. Immediately, you regret your words, remembering he’s a demon, he could kill you in two seconds flat, but he just lets out a snort.

The room is still relatively dark, and when you squint to focus on him, his eyes seem to have a hazy golden glow. Eerie.

Cool, but eerie.

“Ya blind or somethin’? Dumb too? Ya need me ‘ta help ya waddle ‘round on yer two feet?” His grin isn’t kind. It’s nearing sadistic, bullyish. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, dude,” you mutter in disbelief.

// not sure if i'll ever finish this wip, even though i have a lot of it done!! WIP is from a piece where MC/you decide not to go up the attic stairs! It's horror<3

🌹

just a sentence is too boring so im giving a snippet <3 have some mean mammon ->

“Oi! It’s me! Th’ hell ya locked the door for?! Open up!” Mammon, your supposed guide to all things Devildom, shouts at the top of his lungs. You wince. 

Oh. 

You scramble to your feet, interrupting the beginnings of a new assault on your door handle by opening it a smidge. Only half of your face shows, and you squint at the onslaught of light. 

Mammon’s attention seems to perk, his head pushing forward, slouch straightening, and he gestures his hand at you. “Are ya tellin’ me ya ain’t even dressed yet?! Lords, Lucifer’s gonna kill me! Ya humans are so incompetent, I swear!”

You glare at him, then promptly shut the door in his face. 

Basked in the darkness of your room again, you head towards your bed – and jump when the door slams open behind you. 

“What the fu–” you begin, but Mammon interrupts you.

“Ohh-hohoho, ya gotta lotta nerve, human! Who d’ya think you are?” He snaps, and you turn to face him – but he’s already plopped his dandy ass at the end of your bed.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” you mimic. Immediately, you regret your words, remembering he’s a demon, he could kill you in two seconds flat, but he just lets out a snort.

The room is still relatively dark, and when you squint to focus on him, his eyes seem to have a hazy golden glow. Eerie.

Cool, but eerie.

“Ya blind or somethin’? Dumb too? Ya need me ‘ta help ya waddle ‘round on yer two feet?” His grin isn’t kind. It’s nearing sadistic, bullyish. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, dude,” you mutter in disbelief.

// not sure if i'll ever finish this wip, even though i have a lot of it done!! WIP is from a piece where MC/you decide not to go up the attic stairs! It's horror<3

did anyone else think the exit-door office scene was the stanley parable or was that just me.

Stupid thingys

I love when trauma makes characters messy. I love when characters don't know how to show love. I love when they lash out. I love when they're vile and break down. I love characters who aren't perfect victims. I love when stories don't excuse behaviour but allow you to understand it

Honestly, it's super funny when the merch had Kaito KID, but don't give him any special outfit.

It looks like he was edited in.

Bro invited himself.

"Let's not tell him today theme" ahh merch.

It's actually not him they just got a cardboard cutout of Kaito KID.

you’d think the umpires would know how to pronounce świątek by now. but no

Petko would have such a great time on tennisblr

why’s his ass all up in my face

Interviewer: do you have any favorite places in NY/Manhattan?

Jack: my hotel room 😄

When you fell asleep during the team call but then just say something unhinged so nobody will notice you were asleep.

all of you looking at me reblogging poetry for myself and my sunghoon au: I didn’t sign up for this

hahahaha you came out of a vagina 

girl help they stole my face help please girl I can’t see that’s like the opposite of what a watcher is supposed to do please girl help girl pleaw

Greetings mother,

I was send to thank your beloved and blessed hands.

with love,

Your children

LMFAO STOP HAHAHAHAHAHA I LOVE YOU

What pets I think they’d have

Theodore:

Name: Batman

Has a farting problem.

Is called Batman because he likes to sleep at daytime and jump from shelf to shelf at 4am.

Blaise:

Name: François the second (the first one, jumped out of the window. Blaise is still traumatized and visits his grave every now and then)

His best friend is Cornelius

They tried escaping once.

Lorenzo:

Name: Jeffrey

Survived jumping after François the first, eating rotten berries, missing for whole two weeks, almost eaten by a goat, sneaking into Snape’s office, and is somehow still alive.

Mattheo:

Name: David the magic cheese wizard

Likes to dress up as a wizard, that’s why the name.

Mattheo has an entire wall in his dorm, filled with David’s pictures.

Draco:

Name: Cornelius

Is best friends with François.

Is a distinguished little cook.

They tried escaping once

Regulus:

Name: Lord Bob Voldemort (Bobby)

Has terrorized François and Batman before. It is assumed that he is racist and American.

MERICAAAAAAA

You ever just… yell about #the caswell cousins??