#it must be so hard for whatever demon is coming up with this stuff

[libby-for-life]

The Lust Potion

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Adam was bored. Clubs in Hell, while great in theory, were so crowded and filled with sinners all trying to cop a feel of him and Angel Dust. He growled when he felt someone pull his sensitive tail. He had thought he had hidden that. Angel Dust seemed to like the attention but Adam wasn't in the mood.

He tried moving away for some fresh air, but a hand grabbed him and he was face-to-face with some wolf-looking demon. His smarmy grin made Adam shiver in disgust.

"Hey there lamby~." Ugh. Gag. Adam wrenched his hand free and glared at the wolf. "Leave me alone, asshat."

The wolf just rolled his eyes. "Whatever, slut." Adam bristled but stalked off. He just wanted to leave.

Angel Dust would be fine on his own. Stomping out of the club, a bit drunk but he was still capable of walking and speaking, he made his way to the limousine they borrowed from Charlie.

Getting inside, he sighed. God, this was a nightmare! This was supposed to be his reward for participating in Charlie’s dumb activities and 'working hard on self-improvement.' This didn't feel like a reward. He felt smothered and dirty from all the groping.

Sighing again, he decided to sleep until Angel Dust came back. He was about to close his eyes when something purple caught his eye. It was small and hidden under the seats, its glass reflecting off the pale red light of Hell. Adam smiled. Was this Angel Dust's secret stash of liquor? Nice.

Getting on his hands and knees, he pulled it out. The bottle was decorated with little black hearts, the inside glowing slightly pink. No label. No name. Oooh. The good stuff.

Adam decided to wait until he got home before drinking it.

Adam helped the spider inside and onto the couch. God, how much did he drink? "Why is he so drunk?!" Vaggie demanded, glaring up at Adam. "I'm not his babysitter, Vagina. He's a grown man in charge of his own choices. Why don't you ask him when he wakes up?" He left a fuming Vaggie as he climbed the stairs. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her sandy pussy.

His bedroom was cozy and he flopped onto his bed. Finally. Back for some peace and quiet.

Then he remembered the bottle of alcohol he had in his pocket. Damn, the stuff must be strong to only fill a small bottle. Sitting up, he took the bottle out and looked at the glowing pink liquid.

Licking his lips, he uncorked the bottle and sniffed. Sweet. Very sweet. Not really his style but considering Angel Dust preferred his sugary drinks, Adam wasn't surprised.

He took a gulp and winced at the sweetness of the pink drink. Ugh. Whatever. He was about to take another drink when he felt a warmth begin in his belly. Whoa. This stuff was strong!

He tried standing up, but his legs felt shaky for some reason. He fell to the ground, the alcoholic beverage falling to the floor. Why did everything feel so hot? He struggled to sit up but only managed that. Adam's cheeks flushed as the 'alcohol' took effect.

Everything was so warm and tingly. His body felt so sensitive. The clothes he was wearing felt itchy and Adam wanted them off.

He tried to paw at his shirt, but his hands were too warm and tingly to do anything but paw at them pathetically. He whined, the warmth in his belly spreading to his crotch. Adam was so hot and everything felt so sensitive. Why weren't his clothes coming off?!

"Adam? Charlie wanted me to—"

The lamb demon turned, looking at Lucifer who just entered his bedroom.

Lucifer just stared at the demon on the floor. He tried ignoring the position he was in and asked, "What are you doing down there?" Adam didn't say anything coherent. A whimper left his plump lips. The devil tilted his head, confused by that response. Did Adan hurt himself?

That's when he noticed it. The flush in his cheeks, the shaking posture, the drool escaping Adam's mouth, and his glazed eyes glowing pink told Lucifer there was something wrong with the lamb demon.

"Adam?"

He walked over and was about to call his name again when he kicked something. Looking down, he noticed the purple bottle on the floor, pink liquid spilling all over the wooden planks and its sweet scent filling the air. Picking it up, he examined it. Lucifer recognized it immediately. A Lust potion. Shit. Shit! How did Adam even get something like this?!

Lucifer was brought out of his thoughts by another whimper. The devil turned in time to see Adam nuzzle his crotch. He gasped in shock at the boldness. "Wait! Adam, you're—" He was cut off by another whine, a tear-filled glance up at him made Lucifer blush hard, and a part of his brain shut off. A more primal and lust-filled Lucifer took hold of his body.

His demon features poked through and he smirked at Adam’s pathetic attempt at rutting on the floor.

His poor lamb...did he have an accident? The poor thing. Did he need Daddy to help him? Kneeling, he gripped Adam's jaw and brought him close. The demon moaned at the contact.

"Oh, my little lamb. So cute and desperate like this. Want Daddy to take care of my needy little boy?" Adam whimpered and tried to get closer, his body shaking from the potion.

Lucifer chuckled and picked him up easily. Placing him on the bed, the devil ripped through his clothes, desperate to get to that supple flesh. Adam moaned as the cold air nipped at his exposed body.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Lucifer said, kissing his jaw. The lamb demon squirmed as he was peppered with small nips and bites. "So beautiful for me." Letting his snake tongue out, he slurped Adam in for a kiss. They both groaned, tasting each other as they hugged each other close.

Lucifer was quick to take charge. He gripped Adam's hair and yanked, pulling more delicious noise from him. "That's it, my little lamb. So good for me." The devil muttered as he bit along Adam's neck before looking at the demon's chest.

His lamb's chest was so big and perky. Some of it was because he was chubby but Lucifer wondered how much of it was because Adam used to objectify those particular assets and that made his demon form more feminine-like as Hell's punishment.

Lucifer didn't care. He loved them. Taking a chosen mound, he bit its nipple and watched as Adam shook in pleasure, more drool escaping his gaping mouth.

"Aw, does my lamb like that?" Lucifer teased before sucking on it. He looped his tongue around the nub and pulled before biting again.

He let go with a pop before he licked the twin on the other side. Adam was crying, writhing under the devil's touch.

A hand snaked down and caressed his lamb's dick and the lamb almost came on the spot. "Sh. Don't go cuming right now, little lamb. Just lie there and take what Daddy gives you." With a wave of the hand, Lucifer placed some magic around Adam's hard-on. He wouldn't be cuming unless Lucifer allowed him to.

Smirking at the sight of Adam whining out pleases and tears, Lucifer shuffled down and licked the shaft of the pulsing meat before him. Just like everything about Adam, it was huge.

He licked and deep-throated the appendage while he felt Adam's hole, the ring fluttering at his gentle touches. When Lucifer felt hands in his hair, he snapped his fingers. Magic pinned Adam's wrist to the bed, making him whine in protest. The devil simply spanked his thigh to reprimand the naughty lamb.

"I said to lie there and take it, little lamb. Don't make me leave you here." An empty threat. Adam needed this lust potion out of the system or it would literally burn him from the inside. But, Adam didn't know that. The whimpers and cries were brought to a sniffle making Lucifer smirk. "Good boy~."

Kissing his thigh, he went back to deep-throating Adam's cock. His lamb took it well, shaking and crying but not fighting out of the magical restraints.

Letting go of the shaking dick, he blew it a kiss before slowly taking off his own clothes. Soon, he was naked as well. The devil's cock stood proudly and he preened when his little lamb drooled even more at the sight of it.

"You see this, little lamb? It's going inside you~." Lucifer teased before lifting Adam's thighs to the headboard. He slipped the head in. His lamb was so tight! Adam moaned high, the needy lamb shaking and thighs trembling as he took the large appendage.

"That's it! Take it! You were made for taking cock!" Lucifer yelled, pounding into Adam.

The bed rocked under their combined weight and the lamb let out squeaks and little bleats as he saw stars.

He let go of the magic surrounding Adam's dick so they could both cum together, Adam's eyes were losing that pink sheen to it.

One last thrust was all it took as Lucifer came deep inside his lamb. Adam screamed as he was finally allowed to cum. "Aaaahhh~!" The Devil looked at his little lamb who gazed back up at him.

He smirked and crawled back up to put one last mark on him. Biting his neck hard enough to draw blood, he licked at the wound while Adam groaned in pleasure and overstimulation.

"Good little lamb. Now everyone will know it was you was getting fucked tonight."

"Mmm." Was all Adam could say before passing out. Lucifer just chuckled before releasing his wrists from the magical restraints. He settled his head between Adam's chest and snuggled close. Sure, he needed to know how Adam even got that Lust potion but for now, he wanted a nap.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! When I hit 400 subs, I'll do another special!

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #lust potion #200 subs!

[slythereen]

i know we say it often but there is truly no beating the batshit crazy, could not make this up, absolute insanity of lestappen lore. wdym they’re about to start on the front row together on the anniversary of the inchident like what kind of fucked up coincidental magic is THAT

#god herself could not write this. it must be the work of satan #I just don’t get it man #every day I’m like okay lestappen has tapped out on crazy shit #it can’t get crazier #and then it does! #it must be so hard for whatever demon is coming up with this stuff #like imagine having responsibility of the decades+ lore of two generational talents #trying to kill each other rivals to homies in their spare time rivals #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen

[goldfishontheceiling]

"Alastor is just using Rosie" NUH UH whips out the list

1. He is capable of making friends, as seen with Mimzy. So it's not that hard to believe that he can have another friend if one (cough cough MIMZY cough) just comes around when she needs something. Mimzy doesn't even benefit him in anyway, yet he doesn't cut her off, which shows he can make friends.

2. Aside from the cannibals in ep7, what else could he get from her? I mean she does recommend him deals sometimes, but anyone can do that. If his true goal was control over the cannibals then their bond would feel a lot more shallow, like ep1-ep5ish with Charlie.

3. If Alastor was using Rosie for deal recommendations (since she gives him "prime pickings for a deal to be made"), then why not just do so with a mutalistic relationship instead of having to form that bond?

4. He bleat like a fawn. If he was acting, he wouldn't let himself lose composure for an act.

5. They both kinda get close to eachother in a way they don't with anyone else. SHE PICKS HIM UP AND SPINS HIM AROUND AND HE DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT. Sure, he hugged Mimzy, but if she ever did that? She would most likely be dead.

6. If anyone else openly/jokingly insulted Alastor, he would go all scary demon ahhhhhhhh. But Rosie? Perfectly fine.

7. The way he talks to Rosie is different to the way he talks to Charlie. With Charlie he's a little bitch sometimes (oh Charlie you look an absolute mess!) and he kinda takes every chance he can to be a little bitch while still being nice and showing he's important.

8. Rosie knows things about Alastor that he hasn't even figured out (I know your an ace in the hole!), and for Rosie to know these things, that would require Alastor to open up about himself, which he doesn't like doing because "must be mysterious radio deer man." Even to Charlie, who he does have a bond with, SHE STILL JUST THINKS OF HIM AS "MYSTERIOUS RADIO DEER MAN"

9. Hating someone together is one of the easiest ways to start a friendship, especially in hell, where people hating each other is really common (Susan? Susan)

10. If he truly was manipulating all of his friends, he's a sinner, he still has a humanish mind. Humans crave bonds with other people as part of their instincts. And you could just get fake ones, but if you're the manipulator in that situation you'll know it's all fake and it won't leave you fufilled. Which is why having one or two genuine friends (Rosie/Mimzy) would have to be a requirement.

11. He has manipulated other Overlords in the past, like Vox. But with Vox, they would realistically never get along. Same with Vaggie, Angel Dust, etc, he just wouldn't be able to form a true bond with/a very strong both with those people. So yes, he's manipulating/has manipulated them. Rosie on the other hand? They're both cannibals from similar time periods, with similar interests, and they hate the same people.

12. Rosie is smart. She easily reads Charlie, a stranger, like a book. And if she's known Alastor for years (which she most likely has), she knows how to read him past that stupid permanent smile. So even if he was manipulating her, she would know.

13. He HATES Susan, and Vox, and probably some other people I can't think of off the top of my head. He can't stand them. So if he hated Rosie? He wouldn't be able to fake a bond like the one they have.

14. His pupils dilate around Rosie, which is a sign that you like/love whatever it is that you are looking at

Look at these

COMPARED TO THESE

AND IT ONLY HAPPENS WHEN IT'S JUST THEM TWO

15. Rosie agrees with him when he says that Charlie is "filled with potential that I could guide," so she knows that he's using her for that kinda stuff. With that moment it shows that she understands that Alastor is helping Charlie with her dream in exchange. I swear I had more thoughts on this one but then I got distracted with finding screenshots for 14-

Bonus reason that's more silly then reason: THAT DANCE IN READY FOR THIS IS TOO COORDINATED THEY HAD TO HAVE PRACTICED IT

#i had to hold myself back from going full autism mode #because if i didn't this post would just be a giant wall of capital letters #anyway tag time #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin #rosie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin rosie #rosie hazbin #alastor and rosie #platonic radiorose #qpr radiorose #radiorose #rosie and alastor #idk what else to tag

[zmediaoutlet]

“I’m starving. You think they’ll let me sell your ass for a Slim Jim?”

“You made that joke last time we were arrested.”

“What, you think a good bit is only good once? I get no respect, no respect.” The last part not much of an impression because Sam presses harder on the bullet wound with the wad of toilet paper and Dean’s voice goes thin and crackly. A clean-ish hole, in through the meaty part of his shoulder and out by his armpit. Could’ve got his heart or a lung but it doesn’t even feel like it cracked the collarbone. Apparently demons are terrible shots. Lucky, Dean had said, swallowing hard and making his voice harder after. Sam didn’t dignify it with a response.

Dean’s trying to get blood off his hand with more TP. It’s thin, awful stuff, shreds against the tacky stain. The chain between the bracelets clinking. “In those Norwegian prisons I bet they get wet wipes, huh?” he says. Sam takes a deep breath through his nose. “Pampered, or whatever. Could go for some pampering.”

“I’m not killing you,” Sam says, “does that count,” and Dean laughs breathy and weird. It must really hurt. He’d be throwing Sam off already, otherwise.

They dragged the body of Henriksen’s old boss out into the main part of the jail. There’s been shouting. A boom that shook the building but no one has told them what it was, exactly. They aren’t currently top priority, despite being such world-class criminals. A break but not much of one, with Dean still bleeding over Sam’s hands. With what’s coming.

“Demons, huh,” Dean says. On the same train of thought when blood’s on the line, as always. He shifts on the shitty jailhouse mattress, gets his bootheels square on the ground. Sam shifts along with him, keeping the slack easy between their manacled ankles. “Better or worse than cops?”

Henriksen’s vicious little grin, telling them they’d never see each other again. Not quite yellow eyes but Sam’s stomach flips. Dean’s fingers slide over his, in the enveloping shadow of Dean’s jacket. Sam’s let his grip go slack.

“Can’t exorcise a cop,” Dean says, answering his own question because Sam feels like he’s going to puke. Taking point, as always. “Gotta be a point in the demons’ favor.”

“How are we gonna get him to believe us,” Sam says.

It’s all he can think. There are demons and there’s this asshole, do-gooder cop, who thinks he’s saving the day from monsters when he doesn’t know what monsters really are. If they had iron and salt and silver and a chance they might make it out. Maybe. Not like this.

“He thinks we’re psycho graverobbing murdering cannibals, Sammy, I’m not sure we’re in the circle of trust,” Dean says. He jostles his shoulder against Sam’s chest, even though that must hurt. “But hey, at least he didn’t guess about—”

“Jesus,” Sam says. Dean grins white in the emergency lights. No, Henriksen didn’t say that, did he. Although he did—about Dad—

“You think if we start making out in here, they’d open the door?” Dean’s fingers slip against his, pressing both their hands harder against his shoulder. He flinches. Still grinning. “Just to pull us apart, anyway. Worth a shot.”

“Shut up,” Sam says. Dean bites his lip, turning his face away. His chin trembles and Sam wants to—lay full length over him, take the next bullet if it comes. Go back in time and exorcise the demon before it could pull its gun, get Henriksen against the bars and get his hands around Henriksen’s neck and force him to hear the truth. That the dark was swarming up around them and if Henriksen didn’t let them go then it was going to take everyone in this station and, worse, it was going to take Dean and there was no chance, not one in the fucking world, that Sam was going to let his brother go without a fight. That it was impossible for that to happen again. Everything in him was solid on that part. That just—there’s no way that was going to happen.

Dean’s knee sags and presses against Sam’s. “Okay, so,” Dean says, chin tipping down. “We’ll take out the demons, save the day. Guess even cops beat demons. And save the making out part for later, huh? Though I could go for some of that surf and turf.”

Sam breathes out. He puts his forehead down to Dean’s shoulder for two seconds, and then sits up straight. There’s more shouting, somewhere past the hall to the holding cells. Sam squeezes his wrist, lets him drop his hand, presses the compress hard and solid against the wound. Dean’s looking straight ahead, steady. A well, somewhere in him, that always seems to have one last drop of relief.

#happy wincest wednesday #my writing #ww lottery #a random ficlet for episode 56 #dean cracks a lotta wise for someone with a bullet hole in him #also the length of their foot manacles is seriously all over the place #but i think they could've managed some hide the sausage #if they had more than ~5 minutes of alone time

[avionvadion]

One, really love the drabble regarding El and Lucifer. Especially since you can tell Lucifer is struggling to stay in the moment, but Elanora is doing a pretty good job keeping him grounded in reality. Which works out in his favor because that actively lets him start writing the letter instead of giving up before he even starts.

Two, I admit it. Whilst I know the circumstances probably won't let it happen, I can totally see El joining in on Ellie and Charlie's duet during "You Didn't Know" (maybe she was dragged along so she can guilt trip the higher ups of Heaven lol) because sure, she may not be able to come up with lyrics on the spot, but I can see her being able to join in on that sort of thing. And, well, considering everything revealed at Heaven El would be justified in getting a bit angry at Sera alongside Ellie and Charlie-

Alsjslsjlaksks thank youuuu! 💕💕💕

I struggled so hard trying to write Lucifer a song. El was going to sing a song that followed the line of “trust me” but I couldn’t find one outside of FnaF and Jungle Book (oh the irony there) before scrolling through my old middle school Sound Cloud playlist and was like, wait. Holy frick. Lost Within fits Luci so well???? And thus that happened, lol.

Anyways! Sorry. I ramble.

Luci’s brain is so scrambled, he needs someone to pull him back sometimes. I imagine there ends up being a few moments when he and El are together and he starts to get so distant it actually starts to scare her, and she ends up grabbing his arm- surprising him and snapping him out of his spiraling mind- to make sure he doesn’t just… disappear.

And for sure El would go with them. Charlie will be using her to be like, “All the Sinners at the hotel have been protecting this poor, innocent soul that was wrongly summoned to Hell! She’s been helping me redeem them, one step at a time!”

Heaven is absolutely going to lose their shit because WHAT DO YOU MEAN A HUMAN WAS SUMMONED INTO HELL!??? Emily would be ecstatic while Sera is just… no longer functioning.

They probably try to convince her to stay in Heaven instead since she’s so “pure hearted” or whatever and it’d be safer for her, but El is like, “Haha sorry I promised Lucifer a thing so I gotta stay” and they’re like “LUCIFER!??? WHAT PROMISE!???” “Ah, well, he said he’d protect me if I give him advice about some stuff and I kinda gotta be in Hell for that…” and Adam just fucking loses it. “BITCH YOU’RE STAYING IN HELL FOR THAT FUCKING LOSER???” “That loser’s ex wife used to be YOUR wife, dude” “SHUT THE FUCK UP, STAY IN HELL. HOPE YOU DIE TOMORROW AND TURN INTO A DEMON SO I CAN EXTERMINATE YOU NEXT WEEK”

(Adam immediately gets smacked upside the head by Sera)

I think by that point in time, El has been in Hell for so long she can participate in songs- but she can’t burst out singing with one of her own. Also maybe her relationship with Lucifer comes into a play a bit, since he’s magic (ancient magic, specifically) and… well…

Being repeatedly exposed to magic would certainly start letting one be affected by it, right? Haha… ha… ahem. Maybe she isn’t wholly human anymore after a while. El may not have fallen or died, but giving oneself to the literal King of Hell, former archangel or not, isn’t about to let you stay Human. 👀

Anyways. Yeah. El would be pissed and would probably throw shade at the angel council that, while Hell may be full of horrors, the people there are at least honest- something Angels are supposed to be- and have gone out of their way to make her feel welcome, whereas Heaven is full of hypocrites and assholes like Adam who just make her uncomfortable.

“If Hell is forever then Heaven must be a lie! If Angels can do whatever and remain in the sky!” Ellie hops up on the table behind Emily and Charlie. “The rules are shades of gray, when you don’t do as you say! When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again!”

Hell is Forever is such a freaking bop though oh my gods. You Didn’t Know a masterful reprise of it.

I’m obsessed with Loser, Baby though. It’s so swingy and jazzy and UGH. It’s so good.

#hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #Avion answers #hazbin hotel spoilers

[honoviadakai]

What I think team Urameshi smells like

(This was literally the brainchild of what happens when you wanna give your friends and family expensive perfume but you’re broke so you make it instead! Also I’m one of those ppl that can smell rain before it rains so I’m someone who naturally has a sensitive nose (╯ ‿ ╰,))

Yusuke:

Top notes: sweat, hair gel and some cheap body spray

Bottom notes: whatever his last meal was, detergent, Keiko’s favorite perfume

I don’t care how old Yusuke gets, he’s a lazy dingus at heart and he’d buy the cheapest body spray and hair gel he can get his hands on because “it gets the job done”

Which is fair

He’s also the active type sooo…he gets a bit sweaty

If you’ve ever been to a dojo, dance studio, or any place full of people who’re training/exorcizing in some way, you know the smell of sweat never really leaves the room, let alone the people

Thankfully he does bathe from time to time so it’s never too unbearable

Now the bottom notes are admittedly weird but hear me out

You ever eat a big meal, take a food nap, wake up and still kinda smell what you ate?

That’s Yusuke

It just kinda sticks to him sometimes

It’s never really bad but you’re always gonna subconsciously know what this guy ate for lunch and it’s a little weird

The detergent smell comes from the fact that he trains/fights a lot

I seriously doubt Keiko or Atsuko tolerate the smell of Yusuke’s sweaty ass for longer than they have to so they’re gonna wash his clothes the moment it gets bad

And you bet your ass they’re using the extra strength stuff

It low key bothers Kurama and high key bothers Hiei

Demon noses are sensitive so they always know when laundry day has passed, much to their dismay 😔

Now why would he smell like Keiko’s perfume if he’s not Keiko???

You ever hug someone so hard you still smell their perfume/cologne? Or just hung around someone so much your clothes start to smell like them a bit?

That’s why Yusuke smells a bit like Keiko

All his friends tease him about this fact. All of them.

Basically Think of Yusuke like an odor absorbing sheet, cuz he kinda just smells like the people and places around him

Now slight spoilers here

Yusuke’s part demon

Tbh it weirdly doesn’t affect his natural scent as much as you’d expect it to

He just tends smells like he lives out in the mountains by himself and chooses not to bathe often

Again, he’s a sweaty boy so for some reason his demon blood amplifies the natural musk in his sweat

I don’t advise being near him after a workout session if you have a sensitive nose

The stank is strong with this one after training 😖

Kuwabara:

Top notes: cat(in a good way), sweat, pomade

Bottom notes: cat(in a bad way), hair spray, cigarette ashes

Eikichi is his baby. Period.

He cuddles and pampers her on the daily so he’s gonna smell like they little kitty

She’s thankfully a clean cat so it’s tolerable

That being said….

If you’ve ever been around a cat owner…specially AFTER they’ve cleaned the litter box…

Yeeeeah….its not great

But that’s why it’s a bottom note

it doesn’t hit your nose hard or even at all if he’s careful but cat 💩 has a way of punching you in the face when you least expect it

Sacrifices must be made to keep princess Eikichi happy

I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them on Kazuma Kuwabara’s behalf 💅

Anyway!

Another sweaty boi 🙄(Affectionate)

He sweats the most out of everyone on the team so he smells just a smig worse the guys after an intense training session

Not that you could tell cuz they all smell kinda bad after training 💀

This dude is rocking a pompadour on the reg so the smell of pomade and basically all his other hair products is just permanently apart of him

You could bathe him using the most powerful shampoos and chemicals and the smell of pomade would never leave him

It’s permeated down into his bones

Hope you don’t mind that 😁

Now I believe both his sister AND father smoke around him

Cigarette smoke just has this annoying habit of seeping it’s smell into your clothes

He doesn’t mind it tbh but sometimes people assume he’s the one who smokes cuz he just smells like someone who does smoke

He weirdly enjoys it

It boosts his punk/yankee image

It’s also an excuse for him to hang around Shizuru more

Not that he’s ever needed one to be around his big sis ❤️

Kurama:

Top notes: roses, musk(in a good way), vanilla

Bottom notes: musk(in a bad way), old wood, damp grass

This one’s a no brainer, the dudes main weapon is called a rose whip, of course he’s gonna smell like roses!

Tbh he just generally smells like the inside of a florist shop but rose is the one that sticks out the most

On days where he’s calm and melancholy though, he weirdly smells like you’re sitting in an open field of wet, dewy grass

That smell is always naturally there

But sometimes that’s all you’ll smell

Like he’s trying to erase even his very scent…but he can never fully do it…

He also smells like Vanilla!

Why? Because his mom used to make cookies for him a lot as a kid

Cute right?

🙂

She use to make them a lot because it was one of the ONLY ways she could get him to listen to her when he was little

Then after the accident that caused Kurama to begin to love his mother with all his heart, he helps make them

The smell of vanilla just kinda seeped into his skin

While he has made them a lot in the past, he hasn’t yet perfected the recipe

He noted this when his mom got sick and he made the cookies to make himself feel better

They just did not taste like the ones his mom make…they only smelled like them…

ANYWHO!

He smells musky!

Like…really musky…

Sometimes it’s good, like it’s a very calming natural musk that, depending on who you are, is gonna be a very attractive smell!

…but here’s the thing…

He’s a fox…a fox demon sure, but still a fox

…you ever smell a fox…?

It’s not exactly the best smell in the world…

They’re often described as smelling “Musky and skunky”

So to give you an idea of what being around Kurama is like, imagine this…

Sometimes he smells like a flower shop that’s right next to a bakery 😌

Other times…he smells like someone who was hot boxing inside a hollowed out tree…and roses…

It was so bad when he was in middle school that there was a brief point that his family, classmates and teachers legitimately thought he was secretly smoking weed and maybe that was even why he was always so calm

Thankfully he was able to prove his innocence…but he still just naturally smells…odd

Demons just naturally have a strong smell (see Hiei’s section for more), but given that he’s living a a “human” in the human world, getting a sniff of him is always just jarring wether you’re human or demon

It’s like Yoko and Shuichi are in a constant war over what Kurama is supposed to smell like so he’s always striking the weird balance of smelling pleasant and smelling like he lives in a cabin full of plants and foxes

Hiei(and really all his other demon friends)is the only one that it never bothers

Everyone else is weirded out by it but honestly, you get use to it after a while

It’s an odd combination of smells for sure, but it’s calming

He truly gives the vibe of a chill man who smokes weed in the woods with animals, smell and all

Hiei:

Top notes: ashes/smoke, a forest after it rains, something akin to demon musk

Bottom notes: blood, sweat, brimstone

Let’s start with the nice ones

He smells like a forest before, during and after a rain storm all at once 😌

Calming but chaotic all at all once

Very pleasant ☺️

He’s also got a naturally smoky smell

Now that sounds good right?

Yeah it can be

But sometimes…that smokiness reminds you he’s not a human…

Especially when that ashy, Smokey smell mixes in with the natural brimstone bottom note smell he has

He’s a fire demon and his natural burning fire and brimstone smell is your first reminder/warning

He also smells like blood and sweat

It’s not always a strong smell…but it’s always there

The sweat is innocent enough, he trains daily. Training a lot makes you sweaty

The blood though…

He grew up with killing being a necessary skill you learned and he sometimes did it for fun

So after years of fighting and killing, the smells of blood and burning corpses is just part of his natural scent

A huge part of his natural scent though is also something humans won’t be able to fully comprehend

He’s a demon born and raised in the demon realm so he is gonna smell like the demon realm

Obviously if you’re human you’re just not gonna understand what that smell even is, but something in the back of your head knows it’s not “normal”

As stated with Kurama, demons naturally have a strong smell and Hiei’s is stronger than Kurama’s when you notice it

The closest a human could get to describing his demonic smell is this:

Imagine living with a wild animal that lives inside a volcano

Even then that sentence isn’t correct

There’s just not a proper way for a human to explain what a demon smells like

A demon though absolutely can though!

But they’re not at all helpful!!!

If you ask someone like Jin or Chu to describe Hiei’s scent this is how they respond…

“Oh, he smells like a fire demon!”

🧍‍♀️

So helpful guys…

Asking Kurama isn’t any better but he at least TRIES

The way he explains it is a demon’s scent always delivers information

Species, age, sex, status, ect

It’s basically their ID card that everyone has access to at all times

And Hiei’s scent tells everyone “I’m a fire demon that WILL kill you if I deem it necessary”

And if you think about that…it makes sense!

Think about it

This little guy has access to a flaming dragon that’s composed entirely from the flames of the deepest pit of hell

MF basically smells like the inside of hell!

His scent is as aggressive and abrasive as he is

But if you get use to it, if you like it, it’s very calming

It’s a scent that’s constantly reminding you that you’re in the presence of a fire demon that could incinerate you instantly, but said demon is also a calm, quiet person that’s content with minding his own business in peace

#yu yu hakusho #team urameshi #yusuke urameshi #kuwabara kazuma #kurama #yoko kurama #shuichi minamino #Hiei

[meenatranslates]

[SSR] Taichi | Demon of Hell

"Welcome to Hell. What sin have you committed to come here? Well, whatever it is, you're going to atone for it." Related event: Hell's Hot Springs Village

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To Remove the Demon's Horns - Part 1

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*Director's default name as Izumi

―Taichi’s House (Day)―

Taichi: Look at these~! They’re photos of the hot springs that we went to for our training camp!

Mirai: Wow, so many pretty hot springs!

Masato: I wanna go too!

Taichi: We should visit there with the whole family next~.

Masato: Huh? You’re wearing a weird outfit here.

Taichi: Oh, we had a play while we were there, and I performed wearing that. I played a demon role so there are horns on my head!

Masato: You’re right! They look cool...!

Mirai: You look really good with them, Oniichan! Both the horns and outfit!

Taichi: Hehe, thank you!

Mirai: All the people who watched your play must be lucky~. I wanted to see this cool-looking Oniichan acting.

Masato: Me too!

Taichi: Aww, that makes me so happy...!

I’ll make sure to show you if there’s another chance then.

―Lounge―

Sakyo: Alright, I guess that’s all the work for today.

Izumi: Seems so! Thanks for the hard work, Sakyo-san! Should I brew some tea?

Sakyo: Sorry, but I have plans that I must attend to after this.

Izumi: Is that so.

...Ah, I think I’m going to reorganize the storage room. It seems like we’ve got more stuff in there before I know it.

Sakyo: Just let Matsukawa do that.

That guy’s always come up with excuses to get out of cleaning the storage room.

Izumi: That’s not true. I’ll have you know that he helped me out the other day.

Sakyo: Even so, it’s always you who do it every time.

Izumi: Well, I just think that those who can when they can, should do it. I have some time after this, so it should be fine...

Taichi: Ah, Director-sensei and Sakyo-nii! Oh no, did I interrupt your work!?

Sorry! I’ll leave right away after I grab a drink!

Sakyo: Hold on, Nanao. Are you free right now?

Taichi: Eh? Uhh, well, I am... Why do you ask?

Sakyo: She’s planning to reorganize the storage room. Help her out if you’re free.

It’s unfortunate that I can’t lend a hand since I have something to do later on.

Taichi: Sure, I can do that!

Izumi: Oh, you don’t need to! I’ll be fine on my own...

Taichi: But won’t it be tough if you need to carry something heavy? I’ve got some time anyway, so let me help you!

Izumi: Well, thanks, I appreciate that. I’ll count on you then, Taichi-kun!

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To Remove the Demon's Horns - Part 2

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―Storage Room―

Taichi: Should I put the box here?

Izumi: That’s a pretty old-looking box. What’s inside?

Taichi: Let’s see... Looks like some assorted props. They’re all stuff that I’ve never seen before.

Ah, I spotted some demon’s horns! They look like the ones I wore at the training camp!

Izumi: They really do! But I wonder when these were used...?

Taichi: Hmm... They look pretty worn out, so maybe the first generation used them?

Izumi: That’s plausible...

Taichi: Speaking of horns, I showed the photo of me as a demon during our training camp to my younger siblings.

They both said they wanted to see it with their own eyes! I was so happy at that time~.

Izumi: Fufu, I hope they can one day.

Taichi: Yeah! Ma-kun especially likes the horns.

I know! How about I send him a picture of me wearing these?

Izumi: Haha, that’d be nice! I hope he’ll be happy with that.

Taichi: I hope so! Now then...

Equipped~!

...Hm? Hmm??

Izumi: What’s wrong?

Taichi: I had a weird feeling just now... Like, it kinda feels like they penetrate into my head somehow...?

Izumi: What?? How about you try taking them off?

Taichi: Right. ...Wait, huh? HUH!?

I- I can’t get them off...!

Izumi: That can’t be...! Can I try pulling them?

Taichi: Please do!

Izumi: Here I go... Hngh-!

Taichi: Ow, ow, ow! That hurts~!

Izumi: Does this mean... they’re stuck to your head...?

Taichi: Uueeh, I think so... But normally, it’s not possible for this to happen, right...?

Izumi: Hmm...

―Lounge (Night)―

Banri: ...So, you tried putting on the horns at the storage room, and then suddenly you couldn’t get them off at all.

Taichi: Huhuu, it’s like they’re part of my head now~! I’m not gonna be stuck looking like this forever, am I?!

Omi: Hmm, there must be a way we can fix this.

Izumi: If only we could know the cause, or at least the reason...

Taichi: Me and Director-sensei have been thinking, but we couldn’t come up anything...

Sakyo: You sure about that? Maybe you did something bad, and that’s your punishment for it.

Taichi: Ehh!? That can’t be it! I’m sure that-!

......

Azami: Sounds like you know something.

Taichi: Urk-!

Uhh, you see... I accidentally dropped a bundle of receipts from the table...

I hurriedly put them back in date order before Sakyo-nii came back, but I somehow got them all wrong...!

Sakyo: I did think it was weird that the dates were all over the place when they weren’t a few moments ago... So it was your doing.

Taichi: Wahhh, I’m sorry~! I didn’t mean to~!

Juza: He tried puttin' them right again, so can’t say that’d be the cause.

Taichi: Juza-san...!

Omi: Still, this reminds me of the Jiangshi incident. (1)

Taichi: Oh, the one when I got possessed by a Jiangshi ghost...

Banri: Well, this time’s better than that.

Azami: How‘d you resolve it back then?

Izumi: If I recall correctly, Muku-kun used the amulet that he made on Taichi-kun, and then he was back to normal again.

Juza: Yeah. Try askin’ for his help again this time.

Taichi: You’re right! Okay, I’m heading to his room now!

Izumi: (Everyone is so calm and composed... I guess since bizarre occurrences happen a lot in this dorm, they’ve become immune to them...)

=====NOTES=====

[1] Referring to Taichi's SSR "What's Wrong with Being a Ghost"

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To Remove the Demon's Horns - Part 3

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―Room 202 (Night)―

Muku: Your horns look really cool...!

Taichi: Hehe, you think so?

...Wait, no! That’s not what I came here for! Mucchan, can you think of any solutions for these?

Muku: Horns that won’t come off... Hmm...

Taichi: Maybe I’m cursed or something...

Muku: Ah...! If it really is a curse, then I think I figured out how to dispel it!

Though it’s just based on a manga I’ve read...

Taichi: You serious?! I don’t care if it’s from a manga, please tell me...!

Muku: Okay, so... There’s a chapter in which the main protagonist got a bit carried away and thus they were inflicted with a cursed tail that couldn’t be removed no matter how hard they tried.

Taichi: No way, that’s like how I am right now...! So what happened next?!

Muku: The protagonist did some research and found that they needed to accumulate good deeds to break the curse.

And so, they did many acts of kindness for other people. In the end, the curse was lifted, and they finally got the tail removed!

Taichi: For other people... Kindness... I get it now!

Muku: Well, it’s still just a manga after all, so I don’t know if it would have any effect on your horns or not...

Taichi: It’s more than enough! Thanks, Mucchan!

I’ve got no other clues anyway, so I’ll try out the methods that you told me just now~!

―Lounge (Evening)―

Izumi: (I messed up at work today...)

(They told me not to worry about it, but I might not be able to assist other theatre companies like this...)

Hahh...

Taichi: Oh, you’re back! Welcome home, Director-sensei!

Izumi: I’m home... Your horns are still on your head, I see.

Taichi: They are~. I tried following Mucchan’s advice and did lots of good deeds...

For the whole day, I’ve been helping other members, picking up trash, and many other things. But they don’t seem to work at all~...

Izumi: Is that so...

Taichi: ? ...Director-sensei, did something happen to you today?

Izumi: Eh...?

Taichi: I mean, it’s fine if nothing happened!

I just thought that you look less cheerful than you usually do...!

Izumi: Oh... It’s written all over my face, isn’t it. That’s a bit embarrassing.

Taichi: So I was right then. You don’t need to tell me about it if you don’t wanna.

Izumi: ...Thank you. I actually made a mistake while I was helping out with other theatre company and that made me feel a bit upset.

I mean, I did think of reflecting on it and improving myself since it’s true that I slipped up, so...

Taichi: Hm~... You’re bound to feel down if you made a mistake, be it big or small...

But! I think you’re amazing!

Izumi: Eh?

Taichi: Cuz like, you’re not just feeling upset about it, you actually tried to reflect on it and improve yourself.

That part of you makes me think you’re super cool! I respect you a lot for that!

Izumi: Thank you, Taichi-kun. I’m kinda embarrassed hearing you have that much respect for me, which I think is a bit exaggerated, but... I do feel happy.

Taichi: No, no, I’m not exaggerating-.

Izumi: ...Hm!? Oh my gosh, Taichi-kun! You don’t have the horns anymore!

Taichi: Wait, really!?

You’re right, it’s not there...! Does that mean they’ve disappeared...?

Izumi: I-I guess...? It vanished when I looked away for a second...

Taichi: Why suddenly though...?

Izumi: Hmm...

Maybe it’s because you accumulated good deeds for helping others all day today...

And what triggered it to disappear was when you encouraged me. ...I genuinely felt happy with your words earlier.

Taichi: Hehe, I’m glad I was of help to you!

🌸 Choice 1:　I feel better!

Izumi: Not only that, but I’m feeling better more than I usually am! Taichi: Really? That makes me happy too! I’ll do all I can to cheer you up, so if you ever feel down again, just call me! I’ll rush over to you, anytime and anywhere~! Izumi: I think I’ll do that. I’ll be counting on you when that time comes!

🌸 Choice 2:　Was I of help?

Izumi: If the horns disappear because you cheered me up, would that mean I was a bit helpful to you? Taichi: It’s “not a bit” for me! I’m sure it’s all thanks to you that they’re gone now! Izumi: Then maybe it was a good thing that I got upset from a mistake I did at work today. No wait, making a mistake is really not a good thing...! Taichi: Director-sensei...! Such a great positive thinking! Honestly, I’ve got nothing other than respect for your thoughts and actions! Izumi: Haha, you’re praising me too much. But still, thank you.

Taichi: Anyway, I’m glad I’m free from the horns now~!

I seriously thought I’d never get to take them off ever again... I’m gonna have the other Autumn Troupe members to take a look at me later.

Izumi: Haha, I agree. It seems like they’re gone now, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Taichi: Yeah! Well, besides that, I’ve asked them for help with the horns, so I wanna give them a status update.

Muku also helped me once again, so I gotta buy lots of chocolate as thanks for him!

Story Clear!

#a3! #a3! translation #meenatranslates #nanao taichi #taichi nanao

[thebunniesgrim]

helluva boss’ humor really trips me up sometimes  

(long post like really long post i go off)

Because sometimes it plays with hell's society and makes funny jokes like the HR joke in Spring Broken. One thing that sticks out like a sore thumb is when it makes jokes or points fun at prudes in the universe. Which btw I don’t think this bad or anything it’s just something that pulled me personally out of the show. It’s still funny at the end of the day but!  

Like the normalcy of death, swearing, sex, innuendos and all that. like jokes that would make you or me pause for a second wouldn’t be such a deal to them and vice versa is funny. Honestly the M&M’s being in a loving relationship in hell as a joke is funny  

But the thing that trips me up is the way some demons in universe react to the jokes doesn’t make any since. I understand their reaction is a joke, but why did they have that reaction anyway? for example  

In the LooLoo Land episode a good joke was when Octavia said she was going to be sick then Moxxie panics going through different medications and pulls out a bunch of syringes full of morphine just to casually throw them into a baby stroller when Octavia says she wasn’t really sick. Hilarious and it shows the human and demon side of moxxie love it. Although in the same episode Blizto says he isn't a day hooker and the lady walking by judges him and he calls her a prude. Funny yes! But why does she care like girl he has a whole gun and that’s what you choose to be concerned about? Ok. I understand her being shocked is the joke but why is she? In a place where being a hooker is possibly the most normal thing to them as being lawyer is to you or me. Why such a strong reaction?  

(Stolas has green screen arms lol)

Even the newest Mammon ep in Fizz’s “two weeks' notice or whatever it's called” song when he say “spending life bent over with your fist in my ‘A’” and the crowed is like shocked or put off by it like sure maybe they just weren't expecting it but he literally says bent over and even shakes his little imp ass at them while setting up the joke. It could have also been that they were surprised he censored himself. I don’t know, do you know?  

Also, I must say hell born demons don’t have to be always ok with sex jokes. A little verity never hurts anybody. just Like Moxxie not very violent or having his limits is fine and also Striker being uncomfortable or not liking that everyone makes sex jokes at his expense is kind of funny it's of the same caliber of funny that the M&M’s gimmick has. I also think he doesn’t like the sex jokes because he doesn’t have control of the situation (or Stolas, Moxxie, and Fizz just aren't his type who knows lol) he was more than ready to diddle Biltzo’s holes if it meant he’d join Striker. Also, he didn’t seem to mind the other imps fawning over him even if he did kick that one girl in the face. Kind of like a you can look but don’t touch kind of thing. He likes or deals with the jokes until he can't control the situation and it's like come one dude, I'm trying to kill you cower before me plz :( you feel me? Like that makes since because it can be explained away with, their character but seeing as it’s not a social norm so when others who we don’t know and are supposed to show the status quo do it, it’s a little bit weird you know?  

This also applies to Helluva Boss in general not just jokes. It’s honestly hard to tell what's allowed in hell and what isn't sometimes even for jokes because you know how a lot of people were weirded out at the kid being at the clown pageant and everyone is like “dude its hell they don’t have the same type of morals as we do” but also have people in the show react to sex or taboo stuff like it's weird you know? Like yes, I expect hypocrisy in the world of hell like a whole “rules for thee but for me” kind of thing. It is hard to stay true to that when the rules aren’t enforced?  because one second, you’ll have Loona and Blizto making fun of Moxxie for being “fat”, but you also want me to care when Mammon calls Fizz fat. I'm supposed to take Loona beating up Blizto as a joke but once Stella raises a hand to Stolas, I'm supposed to be like oh no abuse! 

Speaking of abuse. Mammon is just Blitzo cranked up to eleven. They are practically the same character given what the show tells us. What Blitzo does to Moxxie is the same thing Mammon does to fizz only cranked up to nine. Mammon says things that make Fizz worry I.e. “ready to reclaim your win another year... I saw your competition and it's pretty stiff, right? You are going to have try extra hard” remember in “The Harvest Moon Festival” ep where Blizto says “now just remember your rep with the in laws is on the line here so, no pressure at all you totally will not make an ass of yourself in front of everyone important in your life” he totally did that on purpose. How about when Mammon calls Fizz a “a bit chungo”? blitzo in seeing stars “you know it wouldn’t kill ya to put a salad in your body every now and then” and he says it meaner. He even encourages Loona to also call moxxie fat so while it’s still Loona doing it Blizto not telling her to chill out or something and there by condoning it, but he has the nerve to clutch his stupid little pearls (also blitzo isn't Wareing his mom little necklace thing in ep) when Mammon does the same thing.

The fuck is that face for you slimy little bitch?  

Mammon says sexually charged stuff to Fizz that is very obviously making him uncomfortable but disregards it like its nothing? “The more they’ll want a piece of you they can home and fuck! Don’t you want that Fizzy? to be fucked?” Then Fizz said no, and he disregarded it. Blizto in Murder Family, Harvest Moon, Truth seekers, Ex's and Ohs when he makes a big deal about someone having sex with both Moxxie and Millie and then making a big deal at the fact that he, Moxxie and Millie have had sex with the same person also maybe Ozzie's when he says he watches the M&M get it on but it's hard to gaze if Moxxie’s reaction was surprise, disgust or both. Mammon calls Fizz a “a stupid little [HONK]” Blizto calls Moxxie “a fucking disgrace” in Unhappy Campers but to be fair I make it an active effort to forget that ep is canon so. Mammon puts Fizz in a situation he can't handle, which leads to a panic attack. Blizo in the first ep Murder Family where Moxxie doesn’t want to kill Martha because he doesn’t want to kill a mother and ruin a family and is openly hesitant and uncomfortable about it causing him to have a small panic and mess up the mission at first. Mammon tells fizz to get his shit together with the underlying threat of firing, terminating, or worse. Murder family Blitzo says “But if you ever pull a stunt like this again, I will fuck you and your wife”. Both BLizto and Mammon treat Fizz and Moxxie all buddy buddy when they do stuff, they want but when they don’t comply or might not do something they don’t like they get mean or aggressive. They only main differences is that Moxxie can talk back to Blizto in a way and fizz can't. Also, Fizz actually quits, and escapes his horrible boss.  

I know that the pilot isn't cannon but it’s the blueprint of the characters and Blizto being abusive to moxxie sexually and verbally being a constant throughout the pilot and the canonized show is just... icky 

The show will tell me that imps and hellhounds are at the bottom of society but also have them stand up to the deadly sins like it no big deal. Loona tried to fight Beelzebub, Crimson tried to bribe and blackmail Asmodeus, Fizz stands up Mammon (as he should but Mammon could have literally tuned him into a smoothie) like the deadly sins are the next things to gods and these low-level nobodies are trying to square up. Not only does it make the deadly sins look like total wusses, but it also makes hellhounds and imps look more powerful than they are. Striker saying royals' step all over imps and treat them horribly and other than stella literally throwing Pringles and referring to him as “this one”

but Stolas literally uses Pringles as like a phone stand in Seeing Stars so.... 

The only ones who we’ve seem treat the imps like that on a regular basis are other non-royal hell born demons like the twins in Mammons ep. The lady and her kid in the doctor's office in western energy, the hellhound bodyguards in The Circus and even other imps like how Millies family treat Moxxie because he’s traditionally strong, or how striker thinks that he and blizto are far better then they’re own kind. Sure, the imps are butlers, purse accessories, and work on farms to feed the other rings. Other than the farm thing other demons do too from what we’ve seen. Also, from what we have seen, the royals are so detached from imps it seems like Strikers’ biggest problem is other demons themselves. The only royal we see talk down to imps is Stolas. Stella, Andrealphus, Paimon, never says much about them or even addresses them in any kind of way that’s outright negative, it’s more or less just plain indifference. I mean even the 7 deadly sins (that we’ve met so far) don’t say anything about imps in a derogatory way mammon doesn’t, Bee calls Blitzo “Imp boy” but not in a mean way, and Asmodeus call Moxxie “little imp” which seems more teasing than mean.  

Ok look if I'm to take the hell hierarchy seriously then please play by your rules. I-ok so like are the sins a force to be reckoned with or not? Because they just seem like regular demons but bigger. You're telling me the second blizto get nabbed by the DORK agents Stolas is out here cracking necks and summoning himself in blood to save him 

But nothing was done to save fizz?  

“It was hostage situation” ok and? Asmodeus is a sin he could have pulled a Stolas and posseted one of Crimsons goons and shot or incomposite striker and crimson. You have almost infante power and you can't save your boyfriend and work colleague? And if demons can't be possessed then send Stolas in exchange for the crystal. Crimson doesn’t know about Stolas, and it would surprise him stolas can turn into his big bird form in hell and did in Seeing Stars. ALSO why is everyone just standing up to and trying to pick fights with the Sins? Like guys I get it I really do but please realistically you're going to get smooshed like bug 

I'm constantly being told that Stolas and Blitzo can't be together while Beelzebub and Asmodeus can be with Vortex and Fizz. With no real in show reason as to why? You can address its hypocrisy all you want but you still never gave a reason as to why one is ok and other isn't. Stolas is Royality and can't date outside his rank? And the 7 deadly sins are of a different rank than him so it's different. How so? Why does Asmodeus need it to keep him and fizz a secret? if a god was dating a regular person, what could you possibly do about it? Also, if Asmodeus needs to keep his relationship a secret, then why doesn’t Beelzebub? If it because Beelzebub’s relationship corresponds to her sin how so? How is dating someone not of your rank gluttonous or indulgent? Unless Bee is a serial dater, and I don’t think she is how so? Also, Asmodeus dating Fizz does correspond to his sin he’s the over seer of lust and lust doesn’t stop at rank or class. If them being romantic is the problem, then they could lie and tell everyone that him and fizz are just fuck buddies or they're in an open relationship where they are ok with each other sleeping around but they don’t do it. They’re already business partners; it wouldn’t be a stretch if the literal ruler of lust would want to sleep with someone regardless of their rank and whether or not they work for them. Plus, they do openly say they are fucking each other while Ozzie's workers are near so them having sex isn't the problem.  

Ok so like ya’ll know the live action Grinch movie? And you know that one part where the grinch is the holiday chair mister and the who's are giving him a bunch of food even after he's full and his face is full of food, but they keep shoving more in his mouth? Yeah, that is what watching helluva boss is like sometimes you know?   

It's like a barrage of information or nothing 

Anyways  

this show is ride and then some lol granted this doesn’t really make or break the show for me honestly, it's just that the more the show tells me one thing it’ll go through hell (heh) to make it, so it doesn’t matter anymore, and it only brings up more questions. Like if something isn't allowed then make it so don’t just tell me oh that’s not allowed but is but it’s a problem but I'm not going to tell you why or what the problem is just trust me look at the cute couples don’t look anywhere else don’t worry about it  

I know you’re probably asking yo why are you questioning it I'm just a confused fan and I want the show I like to make since is that such a tall order? 

#helluva boss #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism

[box-architecture]

hEY btw I think that Cult of the Lamb except instead of any of the actual stuff please focus on God!Dream being married and fucked by loyal devoted worshipper Punz who kills in his name and tells Dream how beautiful he is as he makes him cry on his cock

I think that God Dream should be absolutely obliterated carnally

I think that he saves Punz from death and in turn Punz spend eternity loving him

I think Punz, right before he's executed, seeing the axe swing down, is brought before Dream, who takes an interest in him and decides to spare him On A Whim, and in turn Punz must dedicate himself to Dream. Dream expects "dedication" in maybe the form of occasional prayers and thanks, maybe a small altar, and believes Punz will ultimately just be grateful to be alive but not be happy to be tied to Dream.

He Is Very Wrong

Punz is the only person to touch Dream in hundreds of years

After Punz shows off how much of a crush he has on Dream (he is covered in blood and murdering people in his gods name and gifting Dream pink roses and so, so reverent) Dream offers to show his appreciation for Punz's worship in turn.

And Dream very much treats it like he's being High and Mighty to this small mortal who doesn't understand a lot of things, he's giving him such a Gift, allowing him to touch his God

Listen Dream is expecting to hard dom in this scenario, and for a bit he is!!! Because Punz is so, so utterly enthralled, willing to let Dream take whatever he wants, absolutely down for that. He just also really likes those little flashes of vulnerability, likes being able to serve Dream and make him come, likes Dream writhing with pleasure and know that he's brought it

Punz is a monsterfucker and this is not something Dream accounted for in any situation when he really should have. Honestly. Dream tries to keep his appearance Semi-Human when they fuck but he has trouble controlling it when Punz fucks him so well he can't focus

the claws the eyes the horns and teeth the demon wings

Punz is having a good time. Dream is also having a good time, but like, unexpectedly

I'm trying to bring my thoughts together to write coherent smut. I don't know if I'll succeed but so far I got

"Dream milks Punz's cock for a bit, smiling like a lazy cat and asking if it feels good, if his follower is satisfied, has his god attended to him? And Punz tells him how it feels, tells him how good Dream feels,

But he brushes his hands over Dream's human form and asks if he's felt the same, do you feel good, my lord?"

listen to me

please consider that Dream fucks Punz on his cock, doesn't let him come, but gets him right on the edge, then slicks Punz up and straddles him and sinks into him, letting Punz fill him, talks about how gracious he's being as he shimmies and tightens around them until Punz is bucking and coming inside him. Lazy and relaxed and magnanimous, polite, mmms and ahhs as he grinds his hips down, prolonging Punz's orgasms and getting some pleasure for himself

and Punz gets to come a few more times, Dream will allow himself to be filled. It feels nice, its so rare for Dream to indulge and allow for such closeness. Really, he should be thanking his dear worshipper for giving Dream the opportunity to engage in this act. Its so rare that Dream touches someone without violent intent (so rare that someone tries to touch Dream, although he would never frame it that way.)

But he's thanking his worshipper now by allowing him to come again, sweat dripping down his brow and loud moans that sound so pretty falling from his mortal's lips

and Dream this entire time has been feeling low level pleasure, but he's Not Mortal and doesn't Need It so like, while he finds sex enjoyable and fun, he's not particularly prioritizing his own pleasure here. Its that aroaceness thing where "oh sex, nice" but also if its not brought up you forget that it exists and masturbation is a thing people do. thats the best way I can explain it here. Dream is experiencing a rare stimuli that feels nice but not essential. he's not like, being a martyr or anything by focusing on Punz.

But also Punz would very much like to bring pleasure to their God, and Dream not getting off is Not Good Worship You See

obviously Punz needs to ask if Dream feels good, if he's been attended to. And Dream laughs and teases his worshipper for not properly enjoying their gift, and Punz is reverent when they cup Dream's cheek and say its a gift to serve you, my lord

and I think that Dream startles and shifts as Punz grinds his hips up, stops gripping the sheets (because Dream fucked them so hard its all they could do to hold on and ground themselves to sanity) and place their hands on Dream's thighs so they can angle themselves better inside him, and yes, Dream could feel that lovely sweet spot inside him on occasion, it was fascinating how good it felt, but suddenly Punz is hitting it every single time, and Dream can't stop the moan he lets out

Dream feels his form shift, his claws tear into the sheets, but Punz only praises him, breathless, you're gorgeous, beautiful my lord, does it feel good? Am I pleasing you, my lord?

When Dream's voice cracks, it gains something otherworldly, losing his composure, ah ah ahs as he falls forward a little, flushing because Punz is so completely awestruck watching him. Dream whimpering when he feels Punz twitch inside him, brushing against his prostate, biting his lip and unable to scold himself for making such a noise because Punz seems intent on fucking him until he can't think about propriety. Dream moaning louder and louder, hearing my lord but for a moment it sounds like my love

Punz stopping suddenly and Dream feels his sanity untangle a thread, panting heavily while Punz suddenly grabs his hand (still clawed and blackened and inhuman) and presses a kiss to the palm, sits up and kisses his arm, his shoulder, his collar.

you're taking liberties beyond your station. Dream tries to keep his voice even, but its shaky.

I'll never take anything you don't want me to, my lord. Punz murmurs. May I kiss you?

And Dream allows it. Dream lets them, on the condition that its Only Once, Only The One, Don't Be Greedy, and Punz is tender, treating it like the gift it is, and Dream moans into their mouth as they rock into him, starting up again

Punz has already come inside Dream before this, when Dream pushed him over the edge. So he's already been filled, it's dripping down his thighs

And maybe he lifted himself off of Punz's cock before, to show off how Punz had left him a mess. Let some of it leak out of him before dropping himself back down

Or maybe he just kept going, and Punz is now fucking his come back into Dream

#backposting #punzwastaken #I can't remember if I posted this or not so You're Getting It maybe twice hope you dont mind

[springbloomer]

hi lovely!!! i was wondering if you could make a pt 2 to the MC becoming a toddler headcanons, with the dateables this time! it was so good i keep coming back to it!

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little MC PT. 2

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon (+Luke) [mentions of Beelzebub and Satan]

Disclaimer ⚠️ Characters mentioned are from the otome game Obey Me! and none of this is cannon from the actual game. Enjoy!!

Part 1 (Brothers Edition) here

Thinking of taking some things a step further, you wanted to explore the place on your own, without possibly bumping into anyone. As a toddler, you thought you could be an independent person and do things all by yourself. You had a plan all figured out in your little brain: just duck through a door if you saw someone coming your way. It didn't matter to you whatever laid inside the room you have used as an escape route, as long as you weren't seen by anyone. I can do this all by myself!, you thought to yourself. Did everything turn out according to plan? Well, not exactly.

Diavolo

You've just dodged into the Young Prince's room, and saw Diavolo just sit at his desk to work on some student council business

Even if this was someone else than the person you were trying to hide from earlier, he was still a someone who was most likely going to help you around your way once you come out of hiding from his room

With that reason, you did your best to try and avoid attracting attention to yourself, at least until you know that the hallways were clear from other people passing by

Tough luck, though! Just as you closed the door of the room, it creaked loudly enough for Diavolo to hear and turn his head to your direction

"I'm invisible, and he can't see me..." You said quietly, covering your head and shutting your eyes tight as the demon prince stared at you with wide eyes

Even if he was shocked to see such a small human in Devildom, he wasn’t going to quickly jump into conclusions. Instead, he picked you up and placed you down on his lap, asking who you were

“I’m MC” Diavolo was surely surprised by the fact that you were a toddler. He had to think hard about what might’ve caused you to become one, up to the point where it must’ve been one of Satan’s forbidden books you accidentally tampered with

He scolded you a bit for touching others’ stuff without permission, even if it was purely an accident

After his short lecture, you told him that you would continue your self tour around the place, getting off of his lap and asked him to not follow or help you

Diavolo has read a few books on human toddlers, and most of them advised to not let them out of their sight to avoid accidents and injuries, so he said that he’ll have to come with you just in case you’ll get lost or find your way in a cursed room

At first, you protested, but quickly changed your mind when he offered to let you sit on his shoulders while the two of you walked around

Wheeeeeeeee!!!! Since you were small, you felt like you were riding on top of a giant, and you loved every second of that thrill

Barbatos

You didn’t know it, but you were close to the kitchen when you heard heavy footsteps approach your way

Just in the last second, you were able to hide from Beel, who has just finished raiding the fridge

Straight away, you entered the room without even thinking or checking if anyone else was there, and that’s where you saw Barbatos cleaning up the mess Beel left behind

Unfortunately, you weren’t as sneaky as you thought when you tried to sneak past the servant and step on a wrapper, making him look for the source of the sound which directed to you

Instantly, Barbatos starts asking you questions ("Who are you? How did you get to Devildom? I must inform the Young Prince immediately!") only to stop when you told him your name

He wasn't sure, but a logical explanation to your state was touching one of Satan's forbidden books (and he's right on that one)

After confronting the source of your toddlerism, he had to fix the problem at once, or else Diavolo's plans may be disrupted because of one of his exchange students becoming a toddler

But even if you were a temporary toddler, you were still MC, so it was also still his duty to make sure that your needs were being attended to

The first thing you asked of him was for something to eat, as you got hungry and saw the empty, raided fridge Beel conquered a little while ago

You ended up having tea with Barbatos and enjoying the little treats he made for you. After all, he was familiar with the forbidden book's effects (the one you accidentally touched) and knew that it would wear off by the end of the day

He just wanted to spend more time with you, at the same time make sure that you were comfortable and content during your one year visit in Devildom

Solomon

He'd know what to do and he's gonna do it right

He'll know what the side effects of the forbidden book are, and he'll know exactly when it'll wear off

He'll take advantage of the situation though, seeing you as an innocent little toddler who liked to play with whatever you found on the floor

Oh, he also found it amusing that we've turned ourselves into a little kid, let alone have the mindset of one

Disregarding his amusement, with the amount of knowledge he had, he took full responsibility in looking after you, only until the effects wear off

The both of you would play a lot of games that originated from the human world (like hide and seek, tag, etc.) but at the same time being cautious for you to not get caught by anyone else

At one point, you got a little worn out and wanted something to eat, and Solomon eagerly wanted to cook for you ( uh oh, o7 yall. Just in case you don't understand, no offense that his cooking is SO BAD that even BEEL WOULDN'T EAT IT)

One spoonful of some of his mystery soup, you straight away spit the whole thing out and tell him how disgusting it tasted (yes, it'd be that bad)

You ran out of there, spitting every bit of his mystery soup out of your mouth in all directions

Simeon

Eventually, while you were desperately trying to make the weird taste of Solomon's cooking disappear from your taste buds, you bumped into Simeon

“Now, who is this little one?” he asked no one in particular, picking us up to get a good look of our temporary form

After a little looksie, he just knew that it was you. The question from him was; "How the heck did this happen?!"

Before another word could escape Simeon's lips, you panicked all of a sudden, realizing that you were in the middle of a wide hallway with limited hiding places, and told him that you needed to hide fast

He had no choice but to do as you say (and because of all your squirming in his arms), which is how you ended up in his room

You sighed in relief, then notice a plate of pancakes placed on a nearby table and asked Simeon if you could eat those (plus explaining to him about Solomon's mystery soup and how bad it tasted)

The plate was there for a completely different reason and not to be devoured by a toddler, but he allowed it anyway since it was you (and because he's heard a lot from the seven demon brothers how awful Solomon's cooking is)

Seeing you enjoy and stuff your face with the most amazing pancakes you've ever tasted, Simeon couldn't help but chuckle and give you a lot of headpats

The toddler you reminded him a lot of Luke and thought of how the two of you would get along if you met each other right at that moment

This sly angel did EXACTLY THAT. He called Luke to the room through his D.D.D

It took a while for this guy to figure out how to-

Someone help this poor man figure out how to call someone through the phone- xD

+Luke my babyy~

Was hurt and confused when he saw you eating the plate of pancakes that Simeon prepared for him

That anger kind of faded quickly when Simeon told you who you were

"Th-them?! They're MC?!" Luke couldn't grasp on the thought that you were now a temporary toddler

Whatever just suddenly came up, it was urgent because Simeon had to go... somewhere for some reason

With the door shut and the two of you alone, Luke had no choice but to look after you now

That is... if he could find you. You've completely disappeared before the pancakes!

He got all panicky and desperately searched the entire room. When he finally found you hiding under the bed, he had to scold you a little because you made him worry A LOT

Seeing his angry face, you felt a massive amount of guilt and apologized to him (I'd feel soooo guilty if I ever did that to mah bb)

*fast forward the little sentimental moment*

Luke asked you if you wanted to do some puzzles with him, motioning to the table where an unfinished piece was displayed.

Turns out, it ended up as a cleaning session for him instead (cuz you thought that puzzles were boring and started messing with the pieces)

The poor angel had to spend the rest of his time keeping an eye on you in case you'll make a mess again or get in an accident

(My precious boi) Luke was rocking you to sleep when suddenly the effects of the forbidden book wore off right there and then (with you... still in his arms-)

Fortunately, you didn't crush him with your weight T_T (that was waaay too close)

Hai haii @gojohater101 !! I hope you enjoyed reading part two!! (though i feel like it's not as good as the brothers edition) Hope you didn't mind that I added Luke to the list! (the thought of him trying to take care of us as a toddler was too good to not add it xD) - daisy

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obet me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me fluff #obey me headcannon #obey me headcanons #obey me dia #obey me dateables edition #obey me dateables #dateables x mc #mc #om #om solomon #om diavolo #om barbatos #om simeon #om luke #om dia #obey me barb #om barb #om sim game #obey me dateables x mc #om headcanons #om headcannon #obey me toddler mc #om toddler mc #obey me shall we date

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Ghosts aren’t Real (Part 1/?)

Hey, this is my first Storytime Big Bang (@tss-storytime) submission! It was very fun, even thought here were a couple of road blocks (Mostly my fault. 😅) I was partnered with @pizza-box-raccoon, who has some amazing art! (Some of the best IMO.) Their art is here, go check it out! There's nothing too serious in this chapter (or in the next one (I think)) but look at the tags and keep them in mind just in case ❤️

Summary: After a ‘Ghost’ knocks over something in his kitchen while he was coming up with video ideas with friends, Quill and Davi come up with the idea to go ghost hunting in his house. Virgil is scared that they’ll somehow get detected, but Logan is less convinced. Because Ghosts aren’t real… Right?

Rating: PG?

Word Count: 2135 (A short read :))

Ships: None, everything is purely platonic

CW: Mentions of death, Negative thinking, Remus being Remus, if I miss anything let me know 👍

(Fanfic under cut)

(Thomas's P.O.V)

"- So yeah, that could be a fun video idea," Davi finishes up his statement, taking a bite of Chinese food.

Quil chimes in, "Yeah, I could see that, but we don't have a pool."

"There are public pools."

We were talking on the couch about video ideas and things the others wanted to do, trying to come up with ideas while also talking a bit about how we were doing. Patton was watching over us in the kitchen fondly, smiling at every idea and laughing at every joke, even if they weren't particularly good. Patton adjusts himself, accidentally knocking a spoon onto the floor, causing Quil and Davi to look in his direction.

"Thomas, your ghosts are hungry," Davi jokes.

My sides come around and check on me often. It's not surprising at this point and there is nothing I can really do about it anyway. However, they can be clumsy at times as well, accidentally knocking things over and bumping into furniture or walls. No problem, they usually pick whatever they knocked over up and go on their way. The problem is when people are over and they do it. At first, it freaked out my friends and made me self-conscious about it. But over time it became a light-hearted joke, so now whenever something gets knocked over or there's an 'unexplainable thump,' they say it's 'my ghosts' messing around.

"Well, they'll have to stay hungry," I smile, "I have no idea how to feed them."

"That rude, Thomas," Quil joins in, "You should always feed your guests."

I glance at Patton for a split second, "More like unruly roommates. They're lucky, they don't even pay rent."

"Technically we do, but-" Patton goes on to say before being cut off by Quil.

"Damn, must be a hard afterlife. Knock over a random guy's stuff and he doesn't even make you food."

"Would you?”

"... Depends."

Davi asks, "Hey, Thomas? Random question, but were you scared when you first moved into this house?"

I glance at Patton for help, but he just shrugs wildly at me. "Umm... No, not really. I mean, I guess it was scary at first, but after a while, you just tune out the noise."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Do you think it's actually a ghost or a demon or what?"

Oh boy, if only you knew. "Well... No, I don't think it's a ghost or a demon. I'm sure there's a solid, logical reason that all of this is happening but we just aren't seeing it. But the way I think of it is... If it was going to hurt me or wanted to hurt me, it would've done so by now, you know?"

Davi nods, "Yeah, I get it." I play off a breath of relief as just a sigh. I was making stuff up. I know for a fact it isn't a ghost, it's me. And it's not an it! It's a he! Sometimes a 'they,' but in, like, a plural way.

"Hey, I have an idea!" Quil smiles excitedly. "Let's do a ghost-hunting video!"

I feel my heart drop to my stomach as I realize what that implies. "... A ghost-hunting video?"

"Yeah! I have some equipment I could bring over, try some stuff I saw on TikTok a while ago, it could be fun! I mean, we most likely won't catch anything, but it could still make a cool video if we crack jokes and just have fun with it, you know?"

I nod along, feeling like roots and vines wrapped around my chest and squeezed tightly. "Yeah, totally!"

"Oh my god, I love watching those ghost-hunting videos!" Davi excitedly grabs Quil's arm, "Have you seen the ones that Ryan and Shane do?"

"Are you talking about their newer ones or their older ones?"

Davi and Quil continue talking about Ghostfiles and Buzzfeed unsolved while I give Patton a concerned glance. He holds onto his cardigan nervously, refusing to make eye contact with me. Finally, he sinks down guiltily. I feel bad for Patton. He didn't mean to, it was an accident. But now I may have to face a reality I don't want to face, that being 'confronting the idea that my sides are more than my sides.'

"So when do you wanna do it?" Quil turns to me and asks, catching me off guard.

Oh god, how do I answer this? Is there a good answer to this? "Umm, I don't know-"

"The soonest I'm free is a week from now," Davi chimes in, "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, I should be free then," Quil turns towards me, "Thomas?"

"... Yeah, that works great!" I force a smile, trying my hardest to not let them suspect anything.

"Sweet! Hey, I gotta go, but I'll text you guys about it. It will be fun!"

"Great!" Davi grabs his bag, "I'd stay longer, but Quil's my ride. I'll see you soon, alright?"

"Yeah, of course!" I walk Quil and Davi out the door, waving them off. I take deep breaths as I close the door as sit back down on my couch in defeat. After a couple of minutes of agonizing silence, Virgil pops up by the stairs. Great.

I sigh, forcing a smile, "Hey, Virgil."

"Cut it," Virgil ordered, not buying my happy exterior. I immediately drop my smile after I hear him speak. "You were hanging out with Quil and Davi and now you're anxious... Why?"

Without another word, I summon Patton. As soon as he appeared, he began rambling. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! My hand just brushed against it and it fell and I didn't know it was there! I shouldn't have even been here, I should've ducked out when I could, I-"

"Patton!" Virgil shouts over him. Patton stops, waiting for Virgil to speak. "... Tell me what happened."

Patton takes a shakey inhale before speaking, "So, I... I knocked a spoon on the floor... in front of Quil and Davi-"

"Is that it?"

"No, that's... That's not the bad part. The bad part is... Now Davi and Quil want to ghost hunt here because of me."

"What?!" Virgil shouts, along with Roman and Logan who just arrived. While Roman and Virgil sounded genuinely concerned and panicked, Logan just sounded confused.

"I'm sorry!" Patton covered his face, part in embarrassment.

"Hold on," Logan interrupted, "Why are we panicking? Why is Quil and Davi 'ghost hunting' a bad thing?"

"Because what if they detect us?" Virgil speaks up.

Logan sighs, "They won't. We aren't ghosts, we are a part of Thomas. Also, ghosts aren't real."

Roman buts in, "Yes, I get that, but... Don't you at least find it a little strange that we can touch and throw things even though we are nothing more than Thomas's thoughts and feelings?"

Virgil leans in closer, "Interact with our surroundings... Like ghosts?"

Logan holds the bridge of his nose, "Gosh, both of you are being ridiculous. Yes, it is a little... Odd that we can touch things that exist. But for us to be ghosts, we'd have to be real or human, in some sense. And as far as I'm concerned, we don't even exist outside of Thomas."

At this time, Remus and Janus have both appeared in the kitchen, listening in on our conversations. Virgil pipes up once more, "You say that, but obviously, we have to exist somewhat. We can literally interact with our environment! Meaning we are as real as the things we knock over. Also meaning, we could be ghosts."

"... Virgil, we would have to have died to be ghosts, meaning we existed before Thomas. And that just doesn't seem likely, considering we are Thomas."

"But how do we know that?!"

"Because we are Thomas! Literally! If it looks like Thomas and sounds like Thomas, it's probably Thomas."

"No, I mean how do we know that we didn't exist before Thomas?!"

"We didn't exist before Thomas, there's... There's no way we could've... Ghosts are dead, Virgil. For us to have died, we would have to have lived. And the only one here that has ever lived is Thomas."

"Maybe we did live and we don't remember it! Isn't that the cliche? That the ghost has to remember how they died to pass on? If that's the case, then it makes sense why we don't remember dying or living."

"God, Virgil, you are infuriating right now." Logan turns towards everyone else in a slow turn, looking for support, "I'm not the crazy one here, right? I'm being reasonable? Patton, Janus, anyone?!"

Janus tilts their head slightly, lost in thought, before speaking. "You know... I would try and lie about this, but I... I actually don't know the answer."

"What?" Logan says exasperatedly.

"I mean... I could give an answer, but I wouldn't be lying... I'd just be wrong, maybe."

Logan whips around towards Virgil again, "Okay, then how do you explain all of us looking like Thomas if we are separated beings from Thomas?"

"I don't know, maybe that's the only way Thomas can see us."

"So... What, you think Thomas is a medium? And what about what we represent? We know what we represent, that has to have some meaning for you, right?"

"Guys, let's calm down and take a breath, alright?" Patton tries to de-escalate, moving his hands as he speaks. "I mean, will know the answer when it happens, right?"

"Yes, but-" Logan interrupts himself. He takes a deep breath, before facing Virgil once more, "... But I want to try and ease everyone's mind before then."

Virgil sighs, "I know, I just... I'm scared to be... 'Found out', you know? I mean, as much as we pretend that all of this is normal, we all know it isn't. We know Joan or Kenny or Davi and Quil don't have their own 'sides' that they talk to daily. And I don't know how much longer we can lie to them about this."

"Virgil-"

"And what if they react badly? What if they think all of this is weird or strange, too weird for them to stick around? Or what if they think Thomas is haunted by ghosts and they freak out and run off? And what if they tell Thomas's other friends and they do the same? What then?"

The entire room has gone silent. This wasn't a new train of thought for me, being scared that my friends were going to leave, but hearing it out loud in this context made my stomach flip. Finding out about the sides really would freak them out too much, wouldn't it?

Logan places his hands on Virgil's shoulders softly, with a neutral but sympathetic look. "Everything will be fine. I promise... They may think it's weird, but it should take more than this to drive them away. "

"... And if it does drive them away?"

"Then they weren't real friends anyway. Plus," Logan removes his hands and dusts himself off, "I don't see why they should be scared. We're the ones who live with it."

"Yeah!" Roman cheers, "If they don't like it, they can suck it! We deal with us every day, and that just makes us stronger than them."

"And it's not like they have anything to fear," Patton adds on, sitting on the arm of the couch, "We aren't violent or evil or anything."

"Speak for yourself," Remus cracks his neck, the pops sending shivers down my spine.

Patton winces, "Well... Well, we've never hurt anyone."

"On purpose."

"Or severely."

"Or physically," Logan explains, "We can't touch them. We can touch things, Like spoons or counters, but not people. So even if Remus wanted to put his hands on them, he couldn't."

"If I could physically hurt people, I would've done so already. That's why you gotta... put them to sleep for me, Sanders-man."

I shoot Remus a look, "Okay, that first sentence did freak me out a bit, but... Sanders-man?"

"Like sandman. Not my best work, I admit. I'll workshop it."

Janus clears his throat to get everyone's attention, "So we're lying about this, right? If they suspect anything just deny?"

Virgil takes a harsh breath in, taking a seat on the stairs, "... As much as I hate you and that idea... It's the only one that can keep Thomas safe."

"Aw, Virgil doesn't want to admit I'm useful~"

Logan takes control of the conversation once more. "Reminder: this is all dependant on if their ghost equipment even detects us. And there's a very good chance it doesn't.

Maybe... Maybe attempting to rationalize with fear was the wrong move. Because, and don't take this the wrong way Virgil, but fear can be... A bit irrational. Why don't we try and find different ways to cope until then? Any ideas?"

To be continued…

#thomas sanders #sander sides #sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #Thomas Sanders storytime

[misc-obeyme]

I'm with everyone else on my first thought being about you when i saw the new card 🤣 I'm debating if i should keep pulling bc i kindaaa want luci, but I'm not crazy for him y'know? I just like the art, but i have two copies of Barb so far

And yes, the last event I ended up finishing at 117 in rank. I haven't ranked this high in a while but my luck was great with the cards and it was the anniversary so i really wanted to be up there. I only go crazy and grind for the anniversary events, or if my fave is in the spotlight. This event i think I'll be chilling, I'm sure I can get all the cards by the last day

anyway how do you think everyone determined what foods are human safe for mc? Like has it just been learning from past humans trial and error?? Do they only use common ingredients?? Like mc DOES canonically eat devildom food (that one brain dish belphie likes is my first thought... Quetzacol...?) so idk??

they just have potions at the ready in case mc wants to try a new dish (i am an extremely picky eater but curiosity might beat me on trying food)

imagine if mc has dinner plans at purgatory hall or the castle and lets the brothers know in advance, and they get all excited to make a devildom dish that isn't human safe 💀

imagine craving something really bad for dinner that night, but mc can't have it. I could be bribed with takeout and ice cream if they want it that bad. Like "yes you can make this dish, but you are responsible for making sure mc eats". Reminds me of my mom making separate dishes for me and my brothers (usually non spicy ones)

Also the first day open at my new store was wild (i think we made $7000 in sales??), and trying to train everyone is hard. I think I'm possibly the favorite manager as well?? I'm the first one everyone seeks out when there's a problem 😭 But that might be because the majority of the team is the same age as me and feels more comfortable. Apparently I'm the 'chill' manager LMAO (I'm just anti social and tired). But this means I'm running around like crazy, I need a step counter at this point. My knees are dyinggg (our printer for online orders is on the second floor until we set up the portable one 💔)

anyway i hope you have a good day !! Or night !! i saw the post about barb/mammon and i was like "aw shit, another ship for me to be crazy about." BUT IT SOUNDS LIKE SUCH A GOOD SHIP, I LOVE IT, OKAY BYEEE

- ✨ anon

LOL it means so much to me that so many people think of me when it comes to Barbatos cards!

No, I totally get it the art is so good! Lucifer also just looks good in those casual skateboard outfits!

OHHH nice!! Congrats on getting such a high rank! I sometimes get higher if I go hard in the beginning, but I usually don't maintain that lol!

Ah yes, quetzalcoatl brains. Belphie you little weirdo we love you. I think they are implying that this is some kinda snake, but Quetzalcoatl is an Aztec deity who sometimes takes the form of a feathered serpent. So it's kinda like, what even are quetzalcoatl brains?!? I'm going with the snake theory because nothing else makes sense.

But anyway, I assume part of is trial and error... I can't imagine they haven't tried out all kinds of things on Solomon and possibly other humans who somehow ended up in the Devildom. I mean it's not like you know how a whole different species is going to react to food until you feed it to them, right?

But they do seem to be aware of some things already, such as lunatic pudding and the golden hellfire newt syrup or whatever it's called. So if they know some stuff, then they must have had humans trying it before.

As for MC trying new stuff, I think it's probably okay. I mean they have seven demons at their disposal on a regular basis. And if the brothers can't fix whatever the problem is, I'm fairly certain Solomon or Barbatos (or both) could. I do think MC would be taking a risk with some things, but hopefully they have enough help and their own magical knowledge to help them out!

I personally would fall victim to all the suspicious dishes. I like to try everything, no matter what it is.

I kinda like the idea of the brothers being excited to have something not safe for humans when MC isn't around lol. Like that sounds adorable! They're all guys guys we can have bloody bat legs for dinner because we won't have to worry about them turning MC into a vampire!

I also like the idea of them just having different stuff. Like I would absolutely be like I don't care, have all the bloody bat legs you want, as long as I have something else that I can eat!

I've often thought about what human world dishes I'd make for them if I had to cook. I can make more elaborate things, but I tend to fall on my easy staples because... well, they're easy. You can be sure I'm making them fried eggs all the time. Maybe I'll even put them on some avocado toast! Maybe I'd make a Devildom variant with cockatrice eggs and uh... whatever the equivalent of an avocado would be. Bread seems to be the same? Hmm.

Wow congrats on the high sales!! Training can be tough for sure, especially in a group situation! I don't doubt that you are the favorite manager~ if they're seeking you out, it's definitely because they trust you to help them! Ah, but I hope your knees feel better soon...

Honestly, I'm amazed at how many people seem to be interested in the Mammon/Barbatos ship?? Here I thought I was the only one lol. I just really like to consider different characters together and the way their relationship could go... I find it fascinating...

I hope you have a lovely day/night as well!! 💕💕

#I also feel like there are just a lot of shipping possibilities and you know when it's two of your faves... it's hard to resist lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #✨ anon #misc answers

[devildom-drabbles]

Story - Bedtime Procrastination

Summary: MC wants to stay up late, but Belphegor isn't making it easy. Characters/Ship: Belphegor x MC Word Count: ~1.3k Warnings: None, just silliness and fluff

THUMP.

MC flinched at the abrupt noise against their closed bedroom door.  It sounded as though something had been thrown at it.  They considered ignoring it--to go back about their business as if nothing had happened--but curiosity got the best of them, bringing them straight to the source of the sound.  Upon opening the door, the Avatar of Sloth collapsed into their arms, having been leaning against the door while sound asleep.

“B-Belphie!” MC exclaimed, just barely supporting the demon’s weight.  “Hey, wake up!”

All Belphegor did was mumble incoherently, unperturbed by the human’s strained voice as he snuggled closer to their body for warmth.  Exasperated, MC carefully lowered the two of them to the ground.  They then left the Avatar of Sloth lying there on his stomach so they could return to their desk, not having the strength to drag him back to his bedroom, let alone to their own bed.  It hadn’t even been a minute before they heard him stirring in his sleep--he had become annoyed by the discomfort and growing chill of the hard floor.  They assumed that he would leave shortly, either by sleepwalking or waking up enough to realize that he wasn’t in his own bed, so they kept their focus on their laptop screen.  However, they were startled once more when they felt a pair of hands push between them and the desk in order to gain access to their lap.

“What’re you doin’?” Belphegor asked, his words slurred together out of drowsiness in a manner similar to Mammon’s everyday speech.  He crossed his arms atop the human's thighs to act as an extra makeshift pillow for his head while he gazed up at their face.

“Stuff.  What are you doing?” MC retorted.

“Lying on your lap ‘cause you rudely left me on the floor.”

“That’s because you fell on me when I opened the door and you wouldn’t wake up.  Did you need something?  Or did you just sleepwalk here?”

“Mm, sleepwalk.”  Belphegor’s eyes drifted shut.  “...But I guess it’s good I did.”

MC stared down at him quizzically, awaiting an explanation.  When it seemed as though he was falling back to sleep instead, they poked at his cheek.  “Belphie, what do you mean?  Why is it good that you came here?”

“Hrm?” Belphegor murmured as his eyelids fluttered back open.  “Oh, yeah, because you’re still awake.  And it’s late.  So we should go to sleep together.”

“I’m not ready to sleep yet, so I think you’d be better off going back to your room.”

The demon pouted at the dismissal to his suggestion.  “Why not?  What’s this ‘stuff’ that you’re doing anyway?”  He lazily propped himself up enough to peer at the laptop screen.  “Looks like mindless online surfing if you ask me.”

“Well, yeah, sort of,” MC admitted begrudgingly, “but it’s relaxing.  There’s always so much going on during the day, so this is the only time I can just...do whatever, you know?”

Belphegor nodded with a hum of understanding before settling back down on MC's lap.  “My brothers aren’t awake to bother you either.  They drag you around a lot to do things with them, so you don’t get much free time to yourself, huh?  You should call them out on it.”

“Only your brothers?”  An amused expression played on MC’s face as they gently brushed aside the youngest demon’s long bangs and then watched them fall back into place over his pink-tinted violet eye.  “I can think of someone else who likes to occupy my time when he’s awake and asleep.”

“Really?” Belphegor inquired with feigned innocence. "Sounds like he must be your favorite demon then."

The human’s light laughter was like a soothing lullaby to the Avatar of Sloth’s ears.  “Go to sleep, Belphie,” they commanded.  “And not on my lap.  We’ll both regret it in the morning if you stay there.”

“I’ll only go if you come with me.”

“I told you--”

Now it was Belphegor’s turn to poke at MC’s face, his finger nudging at curved dip below their eye.  “Your eyes tell me that you’re ready to sleep.  Asmo is totally going to call out those dark circles again if you procrastinate on sleeping.”

“Urgh, you’re right...  But I still want to--”

Suddenly, Belphegor hoisted himself up to close MC's laptop and then plopped the upper half of his body on top of it, completely cutting off any access to it.

"Wha-- Hey, get off!" MC demanded.

They tried to push Belphegor away from the computer, but he wouldn't budge, his body slack.

"You know," he spoke up, ignoring the protests that rang in his ears, "this is actually pretty warm. It's like a cozy pillow."

"It's too hard to be a pillow and you know it!" MC argued. "Now move!"

"Zzzz..."

"Don't you dare fall asleep on it, Belphie! I'm serious! Belphie!!"

But the Avatar of Sloth continued to snore away, a trickle of drool already forming at the corner of his mouth. MC was baffled at how he could've fallen asleep so quickly and in such an uncomfortable-looking position, despite having witnessed this phenomenon many times before. After a bit more shouting and pushing, they sighed in defeat.

While staring up at the ceiling, MC deliberated over the pros and cons of staying awake before finally accepting the fact that it’d be better to go to sleep now.  However, despite the exhaustion that weighed on their body, their mind was still active.  In this case, they’d likely be tossing and turning for quite a while until they could actually settle down enough to get some rest.  

“I guess you win, Belphie," they muttered to the snoozing demon in front of them, "but I don’t feel like I’ll fall asleep very easily."

Belphegor forced his eyes open once again, an action that the human viewed like a horror movie jump scare. “Did you really forget that you’re with me right now?” he questioned as he stretched his arms forward like a cat.

"Hold on, were you actually awake this whole time?!"

He rubbed his tired eyes while asking, "What do you think? Anyway, you just need help going off to dreamland, right?" A smile tugged at his lips. "I can take care of that."

MC tilted their head in confusion, but they were met with silence as Belphegor rose to his feet to turn out the lights. He then led them by the wrist to the full-sized bed and gestured for them to get in first.  He slid in after them, wasting no time in pulling the covers over both of them and wrapping his arms around MC's torso to press his face against their sternum.

“And now we cuddle,” Belphegor stated, turning his face slightly so his voice wouldn’t be as muffled, “and then you’ll fall asleep in no time.”

“More like you’ll fall asleep in no time,” MC pointed out, already feeling his arms grow limp on them.

The demon shifted in his spot in a weak attempt to stay conscious and readjusted his hands so that one could rub the human’s back in a soothing motion.  “Does that help?”

MC suppressed a snicker at his half-awake state.  “A bit.  Thanks.”

“Mm, good.  In return, you should stroke my hair.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” MC replied, rolling their eyes playfully.  “I must repay your kindness.”

Belphegor grinned at the pleasant feeling of the MC’s fingers carding through his hair and curled his body closer to them.  He yawned against their chest, passing the contagious action on to them and thus making the two of them more drowsy. His hand slowly traced along their back a few more times before dropping to the bed, his thumb and index finger clutching onto a small bit of their shirt’s fabric. MC soon followed suit, their hand stopping in the middle of some tangles in the Avatar of Sloth’s messy hair as they were pulled into a state of slumber.  At ease in each other’s embrace, the pair remained in a deep, tranquil sleep for the rest of the night.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me mc #obey me belphegor x mc #obey me belphie x mc #short story #fluff

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships

Aponi Wings x reader headcanons

SFW:

Only let's you call her "Lilly"

She would listen to u rant

Gives you a hug when you need it

Always makes sure you feel included in conversations with friends

Kiss her while she's talking. It's catch her off guard

Would look at you lovingly from the crowd when she sings like love songs that she thinks resonates with your relationship.

Pls hold her while she rants and talks about her past

Lots of flirting

Lets you be the little spoon

Forehead smooch is a must

Will never judge you (unless you do some stupid shit)

You work towards redemption and heaven together :)

Lots of reassurance :)))

She loves u a lot

Apologizes first after an arguement

Makes you clothes or just little accessories and stuff

Dances and sings with you

Date nights involving alcohol will always end up with her being the designated driver

You guys met at the hotel when you were working for redemption

When she met you, it was love at first sight

She fights her feelings for you because of her fear of getting hurt again

Needs constant reassurance

Want you to be comfortable in everything

Massages your shoulders

She always wakes up first and just.. memorizes every feature of your face so she may never get them out of her head everytime you're not near to her

Takes good care of you

Calls you "love", "baby", "mi amor" if shes getting extra flirty, "cara mia", "darling", "my love."

If you're a demon of any sort of animal she'll come up with a nickname for that

If you're a human reader then just those nicknames I mentioned

Interested in your interests and demands to know more

Will hold you at any cost

If you're shorter than her, she teases you. If not, she pouts at you teasing her.

Caresses your face as you lay close with each other

You confessed first

Squishes le chubby cheek

Lets u bury your head into her floof.

Carries you bridal style as she flies with her wings in her full demon form

Sings you to sleep

Will comfort you after a nightmare and let you know she's always there

NSFW:

*cracks knuckles*

Likes to tease u

Wears a crop-top to show her tramp stamp so she can make your attraction grow

Likes being eaten out

C'ms first

Likes being spanked

Bite her neck and you go straight under the sheets

A bit vocal

Constantly asks "is this okay?"

Asks you what your safe word is before obliterating your pssy/p'nis

"Tell me to stop and I shall" in a breathy voice

Loves being tied down but won't mind tying you down

It would take a deer in heat to stop this woman

Is not opposed to your mommy kink. In fact, she's into that.

Won't kink shame you unless you kink shame her first

"Give me all you got"

Loves running her fingers through your hair as you eat her out

If you're chubby she definitely worships your thighs as she eats you out whatever you have in your pants

You probably knew each other for a long time and have a deep connection with each other for her to get this kinky

Fucks you in her full demon form and you're not complaining because it's a sexy demon form

"Fuck, baby!" Um.. yeah.

She calls you a good girl/boy

Likes it when you're bottoming

Aftercare 😍🥰

For female reader she uses her hands to hold your face as she kisses you passionately with tongue while she fingers you with her other hand and the other's playing with your cl1t.

However if you are part of the male species she gets her other two hands on your dck and balls i guess

Will not let you c'm for a tease

Makes eye contact with you as she goes down

Likes to ride hard and fast

Loves swallowing your c'm

"Use your words, baby" as she trails her finger on your jawline with a smirk on her face.

Safe word is "wings"

Angsty:

She's scared of getting hurt, so she fought her feelings for you for a long time

Has nightmares about you leaving her

Tells you about her family and her past

She lets you see her scars.. and she's a bit scared because she thinks she's scaring you

Apologizes about the simplest of things

Voices of Jason telling her you would eventually leave

Extremely clingy at times but apologizes for it.

Sometimes she's scared to speak her mind with you so she just sits there in silence.

Live Linda struck you with her powers and she relapses because she felt like she failed.

#aponi wings #m0aning rn

[paigenoelchas-blog]

Feels Like Home

34: Bonding

Jake's POV:

Philip walks in, patting me on the back in a good-natured way. It is odd seeing him this way. He and I are involved in an activity without the girls and I am actually excited about it. He strides into the room with a confident swagger. "I wondered why you lived so far out here in the woods, but this cabin is great. It will be the perfect place to take all of your cash from you." Phil taunts me and then nods with a crooked smile. He surveys the cabin further and then walks to the refrigerator, opens it, and grabs both of us a beer. I am unexpectedly satisfied that he makes himself feel at home here.

He shares Betty's attitude of owning whatever room he is in and it puts me at ease. They have been good for each other and as much as I wish to hold on to my antagonism toward him, I am having a difficult time finding reasons to do so. I am finding it hard to pretend that we don't have a bit of a real friendship going. Tonight, I am thankful for Phillip and his presence here. I will never admit that he can be a comfort to me, standing in proxy for Betty.

I let out a sigh, releasing some of the tension I have been holding onto. Asking the boys over for poker may seem like a little thing, but I have never entertained anyone before. I am still new to being around others in public, though I have been doing more of that with Mari's help. My nerves are still on edge because Thomas is coming tonight. This is a big step and I need to take it.

Daniel follows quickly behind, offering his signature whiskey. "Thought that you boys might like this. I can't have it, but there is no reason that you shouldn't." He doesn't drink anymore after the incident at the bar. It was a promise that he made to Jessy and he isn't going to do anything to screw up the best thing in his life. I admire his ability to change and rid himself of his demons. I admire the loyalty that he shows to all of us that he cares for. Since the day that he apologized, he has done nothing but prove to me that he is a friend and worthy of being called such.

It makes me think of the three of us, all men with demons. Men that were lost and stagnant, trapped by their own poor choices. A good woman can make you do all sorts of crazy things. The love of an excellent woman makes you want to be better and changes every aspect of your life. We have all changed and softened. We have all become more than what everyone expected us to be. The three of us have excellent women in our lives and are smart enough to hold on to them tight. I hope that they will hold onto the three of us just as tight.

"I was going to ask if you had actually played poker before since you don't seem the type for a regular poker night, but you have the table and the set up so I assume you know what you are doing," Daniel says. "Thanks for the invite. This is going to be fun. We need a night without the girls."

I am not going to tell him that I have never played against real people. All of my poker skills have come from late-night insomnia on the computer. I won't tell him that I bought all of this stuff this afternoon, right after I invited them over. Let him be intimidated.

"I think the girls need a night without you two," Phillip interjects. "They must be exhausted from dealing with your sorry asses all day."

I nod in mock agreement. There is a certain amount of truth in his words. I know he isn't serious, but I will never take it for granted that Mahri chose me. I know that I do not deserve her or her love.

Daniel retorts, "Aww, Phil, don't be jealous that we don't let our women push us around. You are like a puppy at Betty's feet."

"I admit," Phillip retorts, chugging the last of his beer, "She is bossy. but I like it that way. I mean, she has some really good ideas and is not afraid to try inventive things in bed..."

"No." I interrupt. "No bedroom talk about my best friend. Please."

Phil laughs, "Ok, ok. I can try to keep those thoughts to myself, but she is something special. The first woman that has kept me interested and satisfied." He sits at the table leaning back. A smile crosses his face as if he is remembering some of their good times. He is satisfied that he has gotten under my skin a bit. It doesn't bother me like it used to. I know where I stand.

"How did you two manage to bury the hatchet? You two are friends now?" Daniel asks, truly curious.

We both reluctantly nod and respond at the same time. "Betty." A smile crosses my face and I realize that she has given me another great gift. I see the same thing on his face.

"Weird," Daniel grumbles as he finds a spot on the couch. We are, of course, waiting for Thomas. "What should we discuss while we wait?" Phillip ponders. "Oh, I know, Jake, what are your thoughts on motorcycles? Would you ever want one?"

Daniel shoots Phillip a glance that I don't understand.

"I would love to have one to take Mahri for rides on. I like the thought of the freedom that it brings," I answer. I also love the thought of her arms wrapped around me so tightly and the wind blowing her delicious smell into my space. I love the idea of going on a drive, eating lunch in some beautiful spot, making love somewhere private and exciting.

"No talk of bedroom activities with one of my best friends," Phillip teases with a sideways smile. I roll my eyes.

"Woah dude," Daniel interrupts my thoughts. "You zoned out really fast."

Phillip prods, " He was thinking about all of the things he wanted to do with and to Mahri on that bike. Let him be. He is in LOooOooove."

I blush despite myself. "Don't pretend that you haven't thought of something irreverent that you would do with Betty if you had a bike,"

"Guilty," he responds, "but you don't want to hear about that." He smirks.

"I do not want to hear anything about you and Betty being irreverent," I respond with a smile.

There is a long pause and Danie shakes his head, "You two being friends is going to take some getting used to, but I think I like it. As long as I learn how to keep up.

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Mahri's POV:

Since Phil is off tonight, Joe is tending the bar. Joe is an older man in his fifties. His salt and pepper hair is the only thing that belies his age. He is still quite handsome and has many lady callers. To top it off, he is quite charming and draws people into the room. He is a great asset to have behind the bar. He is a trusted employee having worked at the bar before Phil owned the place and has been an excellent friend to both Phil and Betty. In fact, Phil often introduces him as his brother.

Tonight, he has been instructed to "give the girls whatever they want and make sure they are safe." He has also been told to call Phil before the cops if Betty "gets mouthy." It isn't that she gets in trouble often or that she likes to pick a fight, but she won't let anyone mess with her friends.

Betty and I arrive before the rest of the ladies. She wants to secure a table in the back that allows us a space to have fun but is a little quieter and away from the pick-up lines and skeezy men trying to find a girl to take advantage of. Girls' nights are fun, but these days, you have to be careful.

It is pretty early so the bar is fairly empty. A couple of old-timers are having their nightly beer and enjoying the company. They will be home and probably in bed before most of the younger people show up.

Slowly, the men in business suits flow in and out, having a quick drink before returning home to their wives and kids. Joe greets all of the clients by name, making them feel welcome in their home away from home.

"Joe," Betty greets him excitedly as she walks behind the bar and gives him a quick hug. She also greets the two men sitting at the counter. "Hey, Bill, Spenser." The two men smile back seemingly charmed by her, like we all are. The other men nod and go back to their drink, sucking down peanuts at the counter.

"No patrons behind the bar, Char." Joe jokes, using her name chosen for the new people in her life. I still feel lucky that I get to call her Betty.

"What are going to do, kick me out?" She quips and gives him a wink. "I know the boss."

"I may have to call the boss about an unruly woman that insists on breaking the rules." He pokes her in the ear as a brother would.

"The boss likes it when I break all of the rules," Betty fires back and swats his arm away.

"That's the truth," Joe concedes. "But seriously, Betty what would you like to drink? I can get it for you. I am under strict orders to give you whatever you want, remember?"

Betty's devilish grin appears. "I do love dating the bar owner. If that is the case, let me consult my friend over here. Joe, you remember Mahri?" She asks, pointing in my direction. I have taken a seat in front of the bar. Joe nods and winks at me, "How could I forget such a lovely friend?" Despite it all, I blushed.

"Em," Betty directs the question at me. Lately, she has taken to calling me Em. I like it. "You and I are starting out with two shots, Whiskey or tequila? Your choice." Betty is going to get me into trouble if I don't have a plan. Tonight can be a lot of fun, but there will be consequences tomorrow and I am still trying to sneak out to Jake's cabin later.

"Whiskey," I say and then change the subject. "Should we get the others a drink? They should be here soon."

"Yes," Betty says as Joe slams the shots on the bar. She raises her glass and toasts, "To fun and friends and to Phil for owning this place." Our glasses clink, and we down our shots.

I instantly regret not eating dinner. It is ok, Cleo will bring snacks. She is always so thoughtful.

"I know that Jessy will want an espresso martini, but what do the other girls want? I haven't met them yet." Betty asked.

She had become such a big part of my life, I had forgotten that she hadn't been introduced to the sisters or Cleo yet. I would be anxious. She appears to be unphased.

Betty interlinks our arms as we walk back to our table. "I am very glad to meet these other people in your life. I have heard so much about them."

"They are excited to meet you too. I hope they behave. Sometimes Lily can be prickly."

"So can I when challenged." She speaks with such confidence, though I am not surprised. My head begins to swim at the thought of the drama that could ensue. The two shots may have been a bad idea.

I text the group to tell them where we are. and look up to see Cleo and Jessy entering the bar. Jessy runs up to hug me. She is in a cute form-fitting emerald dress and as usual, she looks like an angel. Her red hair is flowing down her back. Her hug threatens to cut off my air supply. She turns to Betty and hugs her just as tightly. I love that the two of them are so close.

Cleo is balancing a huge purse and a plate of cupcakes. She is adorable, her glasses sit on the edge of her nose. Her dress is red and slightly out of fashion, but on her, it works somehow. She begins to set up a buffet of sweets on the table. It is amazing what she can accomplish. Cleo works a demanding job at the library and bakes all of these delicacies. She also volunteers to help her mom out at the church and helps run the local animal shelter. We all should be a little more like Cleo, I think. She places the dessert on the table and reaches out to shake Betty's hand. "Nice to meet you. You must be Betty. I have heard wonderful things about you."

"Wonderful? I am not sure that you are talking about me, but it is nice to meet you too. A friend of Em's is a friend of mine. I do like to go by Charlotte or Char, please. Betty is a name I used in a former life."

Cleo nods and smiles. "Of course, Char. I think we will be good friends."

"Me too," Betty responds eyeing the desserts on the table. "Especially if you keep bringing such beautiful dessert."

Cleo blushes. She is not used to overt flattery from a stranger.

"So, what do you have there?" Betty asks pointing at the cupcakes.

"Churro cupcakes with a caramel sauce," Cleo responds and pulls plates out of her bag.

"You may be my favorite friend so far." Betty smiles at Cleo and places her hand on her shoulder in a friendly gesture.

I love watching Betty interact with others. She somehow manages to charm everyone and stay true to herself.

The drinks arrive and Jessy and Cleo are relaxed and slightly tipsy when the sisters walk in.

"Sorry, we got a head start," Cleo apologizes as Hannah sits down next to her and pushes her drink towards her. Hannah is lovely. I haven't spent much time with her since Jake returned, but we were becoming quite good friends before that. She is shy, but she would do anything for a friend.

Lily on the other hand only appreciated my help when we were looking for Hannah. She has never liked me, She knows that Jake loves me, but she doesn't trust me. The feeling is mutual. We have a truce for the sake of all of the others, but I believe that she would still throw me under the bus if given the opportunity. I don't know how her distrust will fare when Jake talks to his sisters. I will have to get along with Lily then. I will, I just hope that someday she can find a way to do the same.

I watch these ladies sharing the room with me. We are all so different, but we have made the choice to care for and support each other. I raise my glass and begin my toast, "To all of these wonderful women here tonight that have made me feel accepted and have allowed me into their world, I am so thankful for you."

Jessy adds, "And to Mahri for bringing us all together and saving Hannah, of course."

Lily rolls her eyes quickly, but to her credit, she toasts right alongside everyone else.

We return to chatting and drinking and eating the delicious desserts that Cleo made. Hannah is laughing at one of Betty's stories about Jake. Lily seems unimpressed, but she is polite. I am actually impressed with her behavior. I think Betty intimidates her a bit.

We are having a great time gossiping and drinking. The laughter fills the air and the drinks continue to flow. After a while, Jessy sits next to me and holds my hand in a sisterly gesture. Her smile is genuine and kind.

"She really is something isn't she?" Jessy whispered, speaking of Betty, of course.

"Yes, " I respond and smile, thankful for the addition of her to my friend group. I can't imagine where Jake and I would be without her influence and support.

I watch as the girls that I care for the most, celebrate with each other. I love watching these very different women work their way into each other lives. Then I watch the woman next to me holding my hand. I may have lost a sister when Elle died, but I gained one the day that I met Jessy. She returned some of the optimism and joy that had been lost in the death of my twin.

I squeeze her hand and lean into her ear to whisper, "You are really something too, you know. Thank you for being my sister."

She turns around and hugs me. I notice a tear in her eye.

I don't know if it is the alcohol or just the warmth of this moment, I don't know if it is the way that my heart has awakened since I have learned to love and trust Jake more, but I feel full and happy and thankful for the life I get to live.

I watch as Betty tells the story of Jake's first crush. She looks at me and winks, letting me know that we are in this together. I smile back, slightly dizzy, definitely drunk, and filled with a sense of family like I have never known.

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Jake's POV:

Thomas arrived late. He was unapologetic and a little grouchy. This did not bode well for our relationship or for the evening. When I opened the door for him, he barely made eye contact with me.

"Let's get going on this game, guys." He says, walking across the room and, taking the beer out of Phillip's hand, he swallows it down in one gulp.

Philip makes an aggravated gesture. "What's going on with you?"

Thomas is incredulous as if he doesn't realize what he has done wrong. "Nothing. I was just thirsty."

"And rude," Philip responds. The fire in his eyes is unmistakable.

Daniel, trying to chill the atmosphere before things get out of control, brings a new beer to Phillip and pats him on the shoulder, directing the conversation to the game, "Thomas is finally here. I am anxious to show you all a thing or two about poker." He directs all of us to the table.

I take a deep breath as Philip moves to the table. I can tell that he is seething, but am impressed at his ability to control his words. He puts his arm on my shoulder and smiles sideways.

Daniel takes the deck and deals the cards to us. I start out with a terrible hand, but I know that poker is more about the way you play the game than it is about the cards you are dealt. I mock confidence and raise the stakes. Phillip and Daniel fold. It is left to Thomas to see where the rest of the game goes. Thomas tries to eyeball me. He thinks he can intimidate me into giving away my secret of a terrible hand, but he is not that smart or that intimidating. He calls and I raise, he raises and I do. The stakes are quite high since this is still the beginning of the evening.

Thomas watches me again. I can see the distrust in his eyes. I can't blame him. I am lying about this hand, but his distrust extends outside of the game. He has no reason to mistrust me in that area. It is his turn and he has been quiet for a few minutes.

"What's your move?" Daniel asks Thomas directly, trying to break the tension in the room.

"I don't trust anything out of this man, so I think he is lying about his hand, but he helped save Hannah so I have to give him the benefit of the doubt." He is being honest, too honest if I admit the truth.

"So, what is it then?" Phillip asks. "Play the game or continue to make unnecessary comments to your host?"

Thomas is unphased by Phillip's condemnation but decides to fold. He throws the cards in the middle of the table, releasing some aggression. He had a flush. He would have beaten me without question.

I show my cards. A pair of ones.

Thomas becomes irate as I gather my chips. I had just gained $75. That is not a lot of money, but the loss was a blow to his ego.

"I knew that you couldn't be trusted. I won't make that mistake again." Thomas grumbles.

Daniel enters in this time. "Thomas, it is poker, he played the game and he did it well. You need to fix your attitude."

What attitude?" Thomas asks.

"The one that you have had since you walked in here," Phillip interjects.

Daniel holds up his hand to stop Philip. He takes Thomas by the arm and pulls him aside. "What is going on, man?" His voice is low and calm.

"I don't want to be here. I don't want to play games with him, learn from him. I only came because Hannah thought it was a good idea. I don't like him and I certainly don't trust him." Thomas is getting mad, his words are becoming loud and aggressive. They actually sting.

Probably because I feel the same way toward him. I simply have a reason for my feelings on the matter.

I walk up to Thomas and in a firm voice insist that we talk this through. He agrees. I invite him to have a seat at the table.

He gruffs off toward the kitchen. "I will stand if you don't mind." He is going to be obstinate and do nothing to help fix this situation in a civilized manner. My sister could do better, but she loves him. I owe it to her to try and fix this.

"Ok," I begin, "I understand you don't like me much. I also understand I am not everyone's cup of tea, but what are your grievances?"

He huffs, "That is a grievance. You use big words to act superior to all of us and act as though you are above the law."

"I use big words for other reasons. I do not think I am better than anyone. I have regrettably done things in the past that were against the law, but I have turned away from that life."

"Maybe, but when we were looking for Hannah, you and Mahri kept a lot of things hidden from us, things that could have helped us find her." Thomas is trying to control his words and his temper.

"The fact that we kept things from you is one of the reasons that we found her," I respond.

"You can say that, but I don't believe you." He is being honest and I have to respect that.

"I can not force you to accept the truth. We will have to come up with an understanding on this for everyone's sake."

"I understand just fine. I don't trust you." He leans against the counter, his arms folded across his chest. "This is a waste of time. You and Mahri are not worth my time or anyone else's. You offer nothing to this group of friends and we don't want you around."

Phillip pipes in, "You are on your own here. I find the two of them to be a wonderful addition to our group."

"You would, Convict. Dan gets it. He hates you as much as I do." Daniel shook his head, but Thomas didn't notice, "He sees the way you two have all of these ideas and are willing to put yourselves above everyone else."

"Everything we did was to find Hannah. We put ourselves in danger for her and for all of you. Do you not remember how hard we tried to keep you all safe?" I asked. Do you not remember how many nights we went without sleep and in fear in order to bring her home?"

"I remember how Mahri wouldn't go and meet the MWAF when that is what needed to be done. She could have saved Richy."

That was it. I am seething. All of the feelings from that night rush back into my heart. All of the anger that I felt when he was willing to sacrifice Mahri's life came right back to me.

Trying to control my anger, I pause and forcefully add, "You do not get to talk about Mahri anymore. You don't have the right to utter her name from your filthy lips. You were willing to sacrifice her in order to save Hannah. You played on her compassion and you were manipulative. You cared nothing for her then and you don't have the right to be in her life now." I stand up and walk toward him, the counter is the only thing between us. My eyes glare into his with unrelenting command.

"What do you mean I don't have the right? I can talk about whoever I want. I can do whatever I want. Mahri is just as selfish as you are. She should go back to wherever it was before she came here." Thomas is spitting the words out and meeting my anger.

"You are right, " I speak through my gritted teeth. "You can speak of whoever you want but if you malign her name one more time in my presence, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

"OoOoh" Thomas mocks me holding up wiggling fingers, "Consequences, huh. What are you going to do, lecture me to death?"

I walk close to him and lower my voice, it is thick and tight, deep and threatening. Without backing down, I move around the counter getting close enough that he is uncomfortable. I speak slowly so that even he can understand, "You have no idea what I would do to protect Mahri and to keep her integrity intact. You have no idea of the places that I would go to to protect her life and her honor."

"Is that a threat?" He says, leaning in closer to me. I can feel his breath on my face.

"It is the truth and a warning. This is the last time I tell you to leave her out of all of this. Mahri did everything that she could to help save Hannah, a stranger. She worried about you all and tried to make sure that you were safe. She is a wonderful, loyal, and trustworthy person who deserves nothing but praise and love. If you don't see things that way, there is no room for you here."

I shove past him to the door and open it, allowing him the space he needs to leave.

His face is red, he isn't ready to stop fighting.

"You better listen to what he says," Phillip says. "Until you can abide by his rules, there is no place for you here."

Thomas's anger is fueled even more. "You are going to pick this...deceitful...piece of trash over me? You are going to take his side?"

"I am absolutely choosing his side. It is the right one. Mahri is amazing. She is none of the things you say. Furthermore, Jake is more loyal and trustworthy than you have ever been. You need to fix whatever you have going on inside that pretty little brain of yours before you come into the lives of my friends or my bar." Phillip is calm, but his voice is threatening.

"Now I can't go to the Aurora?" Thomas whines.

"I don't think I can trust your words or your actions. I do have the right to refuse service to anyone, after all."

"Who needs you or your damn bar? Are you coming Dan?" He asks in frustration, but it almost sounds like he is begging.

"Not with you. Not until you fix a whole lot of wrong things that you have said tonight and not until you can be trusted around Mahri. I support Jake's ban on you. Phil's too. Look, man, we have been friends for a long time, but you are out of line here. You are out of control. I don't know what you and Hannah have going on, but you need to fix it and until then, I can not be around you." Dan is sad and hangs his head, but his feet are firm. He will stand his ground.

I see the rage beginning to wane in Thomas' eyes. He pulls his jacket off of the chair aggressively and rushes to the door which I was holding open for him.

"You all deserve each other." He growls as he stomps to the door and stops and stares me down once more. When I don't flinch or waiver, he turns away and quickly heads out the door bumping into someone on the way.

It is Mahri, my sweet, drunk, beautiful, kind woman. She brings the sweet scent of orange blossoms and lights up the walls of this old cabin. I have never wanted to see her so badly. She is wearing the shortest black dress I have ever seen and some heels that make her legs look even longer and her ass look even more delightful. I need her and as if on cue, she rushes to me wrapping her arms around my neck. I hold her tight and dive in quickly for a kiss. The moment lasts longer than it should as my hands begin to roam. I forget about the other people in the room until she turns away. She is the oxygen to my lungs. She is my medicine.

"Hello, handsome..." She begins as her hands move to my hair. She plays with the curls at the base of my neck. I have almost forgotten the events of the evening because she feels so good in my arms. I must have still had some leftover aggression on my face because her next words are of concern. She asks, "What is wrong? What happened?"

Betty and Jessy fly through the door, "Mahri, you didn't even wait for the cab to stop complete..." Jessy begins but her thoughts are cut off by the tension in the room. Her eyes meet Daniel's as he walks over to greet her and gives her a bear hug. She quickly plants a kiss on his cheek.

Betty walks across the room to deliver a steamy kiss on Phillip's lips and they wrap their arms around each other. "What is going on?" Betty asks, "Who do I need to torture?"

The three men look at each other. Phillip begins, "It appears that Thomas is threatened by Jake and that Jake doesn't handle anyone disparaging the name of his beloved."

"It also appears," I continue sending a smirk to Phillip, "that Mahri and I have two very loyal friends who will step in to defend our honor."

Daniel adds, "And it also appears that Thomas won't be attending any events here or at the bar for the foreseeable future."

Jessy's mouth drops ope. Her hand moves to cover her mouth.

Betty's eyes are filled with confusion and venom.

Mahri watches me and begins to laugh. "I need to know all of the details. When did you get a poker table? I hope you beat his sorry ass at the game. Thank you for being such loyal friends. Boys grab a beer, girls kick off your shoes, and get comfy, it is time for our bedtime story, but first, who needs another drink?"

I smile. The tension has been lifted from the room by this precious woman in my arms. In an instant, she diffused a situation that could have ruined the evening. I kiss her deeply and then whisper in her ear, "You can take those shoes off now, but we have plans for them later when the company leaves."

She nods and blushes, following me to the kitchen.

I wrap my arm around her waist and speak loudly for everyone to hear. "Mahri is having coffee." Mahri pouts. "You will thank me for that later. "I add as I look at her and wink. "Would anyone else like something?"

I take their requests and Mahri and I make drinks. Everyone is served and Mahri plops down into the love seat next to me. Her dress is short and I find the perfect spot to rest my wandering hands. She leans on my shoulder and sighs in contentment.

I place a kiss on her neck and survey the room. Phillip and Betty are sitting on one end of the couch whispering secrets in each other's ear. She is giggling, free, and innocent like a schoolgirl with her crush. I trust the man sitting next to her and am thankful that he makes her feel safe and cherished. Daniel and Jessy are watching the fire from the other end of the couch, he has his arm wrapped around her, their hand entwined between them. The comfort they share from years of friendship and trust has led to an abiding love that requires no words to speak of their affection. It is a silent fire, created by a spark that began long before I entered this family. It is a love that I never would have understood three months ago and is comforting and true.

The house is warm and inviting, but not because of the fire. I am reminded, as I sit with Mahri, of the love that filled this cabin when my mother and Nana were alive. I can feel them here welcoming our love and our brothers and sisters. I rest with her in my arms and feel something I hadn't in a while. These people are my family. We will fight for and with each other. That is a comfort that I had forgotten about.

We stay like this for a while, the six of us reveling in our love. We are at home in the presence of each other. There is something reverent at this moment. This cabin seems sacred now for reasons beyond the love of Mahri. I am glad to share that feeling with these people.

I am afraid to break the spell. But I, finally and reluctantly, do so.

I have plans with a beautiful woman in a black dress and it is getting late.

I sit up and adjust Mahri n my lap grazing her cheek with my lips as I do so, "Boys, we have a story to tell, where should we begin?"

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[schismusic]

Tom Waits and the art of believing

Somewhere in Simon Critchley's book on David Bowie he has an anecdote about Bowie redoing a vocal part a billion times because it's not authentic enough and — hold up, let me get the book:

"If Bowie’s art is inauthentic, if it is F for Fake, as Orson Welles might have put it, then is it also F for Falsehood? I remember reading an interview many years ago with Robert Fripp where he talked about watching Bowie in the studio in the late 1970s. Bowie was listening to a track or a tape loop and was very carefully, repeatedly, quite deliberately, and for the longest time, trying to generate the right emotion in his voice. What could be more contrived and fake than that? Shouldn’t true music come straight out of the heart, up through the vocal cords, and into our waiting, shell-like ears? Yet, as others have observed, Bowie’s genius lies in the meticulous matching of mood with music through the medium of the voice." (Bowie, Simon Critchley, p. 37)

— so yeah, if you've ever listened to so much as a smidge of Tom Waits this should be a pretty obvious connection to make.

It gets even better when you realize that Waits's inauthenticity is actually kind of the point. It's really hard to pinpoint where Thomas Alan Waits ends and Tom Waits begins, or more accurately the other way around - which makes what Tom Waits says immensely compelling, in that you never know for sure whether it's the cookie-monster-demon-thing talking or the man behind the legend poking his nose into the words. So this necessarily makes for a number of different possible listening experiences. This one time I was playing D&D with my old party and as we were playing my DM needed to introduce the Skaven — it was a Warhammer 40K type thing, I have never played any Warhammer 40K, whatever, that's besides the point — and he was like "all of a sudden, from the underground, you hear that song from Robots" and everybody was like "ooh yeah I know that!" and I was like "holy shit you mean Tom Waits?".

This kind of threw many of the people around the table for a loop and the night ended with me lending my Bone Machine CD to the home owner. He promptly returned it a while later and I suspect he didn't get to the end of it. More Tom Waits for me I suppose. When I first got that exact copy of Bone Machine (spoken like someone who has more than one copy of Bone Machine, whereas this is very much not the case, it's still the same one, bought used in January 2020: I was dating a girl and it lasted for like thirty seconds flat but luckily our relations are still very much positive, we got to base one and then dipped, then we lost track and exchanged like holiday wishes or birthday wishes if we got lucky, then all of a sudden I meet her again downtown last November — what happened is she apparently takes dance classes in town and has to spend like two hours on the train everyday just to train, pun not necessarily unintended but also definitely not intended entirely — and we have this wonderful little chat and then we're both like "actually let's stay in touch I'd love to get coffee at one point" and then sometimes we have short conversations and honestly I might just actually ask her for this coffee thing, have a more relaxed conversation and all, she's a nice person you know, she has her own way of dealing with the cards she gets dealt, a slanted skewered sense of irony about herself and everyone else that's very Southern-Italy-expat-into-the-North most likely mutuated from her parents and perhaps even derived from a sense of inadequacy of sorts, there's a lot to unpack I think, meanwhile I at the time — January 2020, that is — was still trying to process the previous relationship, which I might or might not have mentioned in the Godflesh piece, which actually might have become the veritable centerpiece of most of the stuff I write on here, and damn this sentence is really long, you guys are enjoying the ride I hope, I mean you must, after all this is the name of the game on here, don't I usually just run around in circles until all of a sudden you look the other way or roll your eyes in immense frustration and/or inveterate anger and while you're not looking I get to the point and the story ends?), it was January 2020 and I was on lunch break from studying. I was getting ready for a Linear Algebra exam. Linear Algebra is pretty cool but it doesn't leave much room for emotion, necessarily — it has its reasons of which the heart knows nothing. So here I was, this girl I was dating on her first relationship, me with one relationship too many, as young as I was. And at one point it entered my mind that maybe, just maybe, to stop being a crybaby I probably just needed to get into different music. Potentially music that had mystified me in the past. And nothing had mystified me like this one 128kbps CD dump of Tom Waits's Rain Dogs had, uploaded on a USB drive for me by a friend's father. So obviously I picked up Bone Machine. And I pop it in the stereo that night and this shit hits me right on the temple.

Imagine my shock when I realize that all of a sudden you don't need to be Godspeed You! Black Emperor to sound like the end of the world. Even crazier to me that the apocalypse could sound so flawlessly and tastefully arranged and yet so tangible and even brutal, and that there was basically no divide between the two. Which obviously prompted me to ask "how does this even work?" and to keep listening. So maybe all I needed to do was approach this with a musician's mentality, which is what I still do and it genuinely helps me a lot when talking Tom Waits. At the same time I wouldn't argue Tom Waits is a musician's musician, so to speak. He's also a writer's musician, crucially. Bones Howe defined his work on Nighthawks at the Diner as "Allen Ginsberg with a really, really good band" (I'm linking it here in full so you can check it out on your own time, which I highly recommend you do), and while I feel like Waits's work on average is a bit more humorous, which is kind of why even among the Island era works Bone Machine is the only one that actually does that homicidal maniac thing where everything, and I mean everything spectacularly ties into that general sense of apocalyptic abandon. The more personal numbers relate excellently to that, better than they ever have — and this is from that same guy who wrote, I don't know, Time. This one time, right before the pandemic hit, I was invited to a birthday party and as many things did back at the time it spiralled into a lot of heavy feelings being spilled onto absolute strangers. I had this CD in the car and I felt like I had to put this track on, I just knew it, don't ask me why. So I did:

And then a while later I found myself toying around a lot with this other track, called I Don't Wanna Grow Up (music video courtesy of Jim Jarmusch, by the way). Obviously 2020 wasn't the best time for many people. I was trapped with five other people — two of which had COVID — in a house meant for four, I seemed unable to hold one person down for long enough to actually become friends and my academic career, if there even was one, was very clearly dead in the water. And let's be clear here: would you wanna grow up in that context? God knows I didn't. And I guess it makes it even funnier when it's a guy who has very much grown up already telling you that he doesn't wanna grow up — and that you find yourself believing him. Because ultimately Tom Waits, as opposed to Thomas Alan Waits, does not in fact grow up. He is born fully formed and trudges through life in eternal decay, he faces memories of his past haunting him and turning ever less beatnik and ever more hallucinatory and modernist and distorted. His blues become his decomposing greys/greens, they become toxic miasmas that end up deforming and corroding the songs. And even icons of religious salvation turn into broken contract killers — the sole ones capable of providing a truly beautiful death. "Some say he killed a man with a guitar string… some say under his coat there are wings." Fitting that the music should turn a slow country instrumental into a metaphysical number, chilling and perfectly inexplicable precisely in direct proportion to how close it is to the reach of sheer intuition.

But what originally got me into the record was Waits's balladry, as funny as it may seem. You don't usually listen to Tom Waits for the ballads, mostly because lately (that is, from 1983 onwards, at least) that's very much not what he's remembered for. And yet not many people can just as easily write Goin' Out West — a track that goes so hard it's been covered, basically unaltered, by Queens of the Stone Age — as he does Whistle Down the Wind — a track that's so touching it's been covered, with very different instrumentation and vocal interpretation, by Joan Baez — on the same record, no less. The one that got me at first was A Little Rain, a murder ballad so brutally honest it doesn't even have to say it out loud: a sixteen-year-old leaves her small hometown to see the world. "I love you mom, and a little rain never hurt no one" are the words she leaves her mother with. To the cost of sounding redundant, it probably wasn't the rain that hurt her. You are left with a profound sense of evil that, unsurprisingly, pops up in a track like Springsteen's Nebraska — "well, I guess there's just a meanness to this world".

But the one that speaks to me, fellow imposter syndrome having asshole, the most is Who Are You, more eloquently (perhaps a bit too eloquently) titled Who Are You This Time on some live albums of Waits's. It's very easy to construe yourself as a suicidal buttfuck-insane maudit rat bastard, but most other people see right through it when you're twenty. My obsession at the time was to be taken seriously, to be taken as a ticking time bomb, to be taken as a menace even. I don't think it was necessarily a form of posturing; it could more appropriately be interpreted as me trying to get people to notice how fucked I felt this shit to be. Unfortunately it gets old fast. I guess Tom Waits, or likely Thomas Alan Waits, kind of saw it too. It's reasonable to interpret this track as a song against itself, or rather a song against whoever is singing it, or rather a song about whoever is singing it pretends to be in front of an audience, which necessarily entails some interesting reflections on identity and artistic integrity and the understanding that who says the thing is just as important as the thing being said. I am making no sense because it's almost 2am. I don't give a fuck. Here's a song that makes me cry:

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