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Witch: Alright here's your offer Mammon. 10 million Grimm

Mammon: WHAT? That much really? I'll definitely do it!

Witch: You might want to hear me out first. 10 million Grimm for MC's soul.

Mammon: ....

Mammon: I'll make sure Cerebus eats y'all for breakfast.

MC: What? And you didn't take the money?!

Mammon: Hey you really expect me to hurt you over some Grimm?

MC: No you could have taken an advance payment of half the money and then killed the witches!

Solomon: Pro tip also try and observe where they are bringing the money from, track the vaults and loot it later to get full amount.

Mammon: ...why do you both sound like you've done it way too many times before?

Solomon: Do you know just how many people want both MC and my souls? I think there's currently a bidding war going on too.

Mammon: I-

MC: And that's why we never run out of money.

#OH MY GOD #THIS #this is literally mamsolokii #theyre THIS #AAAAAAAAAAA

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Ꮚ⁰ꈊ⁰Ꮚ sheepie wants cow milkies

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Wings 🦇

#obey me #omswd

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can you look after my lil solomon for a bit? i gotta get food real quick

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me! #swd obey me #solomon #wip

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Commission open!!

I'm officially in VGen now, so my commissions are open again!

Here's my rate, to order you can DM me or check my VGen page!!

#im still open!!

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Oh to be a bear, eating salmon, attacking campers, eating campers

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My friends are my power!

And I'm theirs!!!

KH Satan hehehehe

Commissioned by Arokat on twitter! We agreed that his halloween outfit is KH-esque so here you go!!

Commission info: https://vgen.co/sempaksiete

#obey me #obey me! #swd obey me #obey me mc #mc sheep #obey me sheep mc

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Commission open!!

I'm officially in VGen now, so my commissions are open again!

Here's my rate, to order you can DM me or check my VGen page!!

#BOOST #illustration #self reblog #please help i cant afford my medicine anymore

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HUH

ALSO the twt accnts r so funny the official hypmic was being like haaaahh?? Who r these goofy ahh guys? Superhuman??🙄 Ur going down👎 N the official crsm replied like waaaaaaaaahhh scaryyyy.⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠. why cant we all just eat onigiri together.........

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Nurunurunurusara

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What the fuck is Charisma House?

I made a mostly spoiler free introductory presentation on Charisma House because I am very normal in the head about it. No one asked for this and nothing warrants it and yet, here we are!

Official Website Official Twitter Official YouTube Official MV Playlist Official Spotify Unofficial Translation Masterlist (out of date, current to track #78) Unofficial Subtitled Dramas (please support the original releases by watching them on the official youtube as well)

Note regarding the content warning: If the contents of that particular MV affect your ability to enjoy the series, that's ok! Please don't push yourself to consume content if you'll be uncomfortable. But please also be respectful of those who do choose to engage in this series in a critical way and with an understanding of its issues.

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duck picnic

available as a sticker for patrons

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madly in love with him and so on and so forth

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last stop ☀️🚌⁣

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Woe duo scammer be upon ye

I wanted to draw more of these two so here you go!

Also based on this idea:

#obey me #monkii archive #obey me mc #obey me! #obey me solomon #monkii shitpost #obey me mammon #mammon om #obey me swd #these two are absolute FOOLS #theyre funny tho #obey me male mc #swd obey me #talkii with kii!

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Burn at the stake

Solomon x gn!reader

Synopsis: You find yourself accused of witchcraft and to be burned at the stake, however you suddenly notice a white-haired stranger in the crowd.

Warnings: slight mention of injury and death, reader is referred to as witch

You sigh as the priest tightens the rope around your hands, binding you to the large wooden cross. When he ties the knot it’s almost so tight that you can’t feel your hands and you wince at the rough material biting into your wrists.

The priest is mumbling prayers and occasionally clutching the cross around his neck, while checking that you can’t escape. You have no more tears, no more pleads in you as you let the man do what he needs to. When he’s done, he stands in front of you, while addressing the anticipating crowd.

“We are gathered here today, to rid the world of scum who has laid with the devil!” the priest hollows and silence gathers over the crowd. Then he turns to you. His pale blue eyes and sunken skin awaken a deep anger within you as he seems to twitch with eagerness. Yet he calls you scum? Disgusting man, using religion as a tool.

“Before you pass on to the gate of hell, do you have anything to admit for yourself? God might find it in himself to forgive you.” he says, power sickness glinting in his horrid eyes. Despite the continuous attempts to make you admit that you have a pact with the devil, you have not yet given in. Much to the priest’s dismay.

“Honey is known as a common solution to closing wounds. I do not regret saving a life,” you say, referring to the boy who you helped after he cut his leg open while hunting. “And the neighbors dog had been sick for years. It’s no wonder the old beast finally died.”

You already know your reasonings will go on deaf ears. The priest’s face twitches with rage and he turns to the crowd again. “You see?” he yells. “This monster shows no remorse to their evil doings. And for that you will burn,” he turns to you again and steps down from the platform. Loud yelling ensues from the crowd as you spit at his feet. If this is to be your death then you’re going to make these people see that they have not frightened you.

Your eyes sweep over the gathering, before they land on a white haired man. He’s the only one willing to meet your gaze and a smile is dancing on his lips. You furrow your brows. Your village isn’t small, but most people know each other if not by name then by face. Yet, you have never seen this man before. He’s handsome, as though his face have been carved by gods. He looks no older than twenty-five yet his eyes tell a different story. Beautiful blue, not pale like the priest’s sickly eyes, but like the ocean and the sky. They look as those of a wise old man, burning with adventures and secrets.

You have never seen this man before, yet you feel as though you have known him your whole life. No one else seems to have noticed the strange man and you gasp when he opens his mouth and speaks. Although he’s standing far away his voice is directly next to you. You swear you feel his breath against your ear, but you convince yourself it must be a breeze.

“Hello there,” he says. “Quite a hot situation you’ve found yourself in?”

You stare. You’re about to be burned to death and he’s joking about it? The priest starts talking again, but you don’t hear anything while he lights a torch. “Who are you?” you ask.

“I go by many names, but to you I am Solomon the Sorcerer,” he says and you feel a laugh bubble up in your throat. You let it out, sounding insane as you gasp for breath. You’re seeing things now as well? You must have gone truly mad.

Solomon doesn’t laugh but his eyes are glinting with amusement. The priest lights the stake and you feel the heat beginning to surround you. “Well, Solomon, are you here to save me or will you just watch as I burn?” you ask and Solomon shrugs.

“I’m here to watch you save yourself.” he says and you stare at him in disbelief. “Why don’t you pull at the ropes? They don’t look very tight.” He says and you find yourself obeying him. It gnaws at your skin and you laugh at yourself for thinking you could get free.

You look at Solomon again. “Try again.” he says and you sigh, but when you see the flames coming closer, licking at the wood and hay underneath you, you pull harder. This time the ropes fall of, knot completely untied. You stare at your wrists in front of you with complete disbelief and look up at Solomon again. He’s smiling now.

“There you go,” he says. You can hear the priest yelling and the crowd murmuring and talking but the blood rushing through in your body makes you incapable of hearing anything. You look around you, now surrounded by flames. They begin to lick at your feet, but to your surprise they do not hurt. They seem to almost caress your skin, drawn to you like bees to honey. You step of the pyre and into the crowd.

Around you people are pulling at you, screaming in your ear and pinching your skin. You don’t feel anything, though, as you stare at the stranger who’s now right in front of you. Solomon’s hand find your cheek and lightly caress it with his thumb. Then the world goes black.

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When you wake up, you’re lying in a bed. You push yourself up on your elbows and look around. You’re in a small cabin. There’s only one big room, with the bed you’re lying in, a table with 2 chairs and what looks to be a tiny kitchen with a cauldron. Every surface is filled with flasks containing colorful liquids and herbs.

You’re not alone for long, when the door opens and Solomon steps in. He’s wearing a black cloak and a white shirt, with brown pants. He looks like a regular hunter, you think. Not some wise old sorcerer.

“What happened?” you ask. “I took you away from that horrid place.” he says and you shake your head.

“That was my home.” you say, and ignore the pang in your chest. “Is that so?” He asks, while removing his coat. He walks over to you and sits on the edge of the bed. “Because how I remember it those people wanted to burn you alive,” you bite your lip and look away.

“What will happen now?” you say. “With my disappearance they will only be more convinced that witches exist. How many more women and men will be burned because of me?” Your eyes burn and you avoid Solomon piercing gaze.

“Witches do exist.” he says and you let out a shaky laugh. “But don’t worry. I made sure no one will remember. They also won’t be burning anyone again. The priest wouldn’t stop rambling about a witch walking through fire. They all think he’s gone mad.”

You look at him now and find him looking back with a certain softness. He takes your shaking hand and begin to rub circles in it with his thumb. “I’m not a witch,” you say and Solomon quirks a brow.

“I didn’t do anything to the ropes or the fire. I just gave you the push you needed,” he says and you look down to your wrists where there’s still angry red marks. Your mother taught you everything you learned before she died. She often told tales of witches and faes. Had she been trying to prepare you for something?

Solomon’s thumb traces over your red marks and a cooling sensation runs over your wrist as the delicate skin begins to heal. You gasp when your hand is completely back to it’s original state, no trace of redness left. “How did you do that?” you ask and gape at Solomon.

He grins. “I can teach you if you’d like. I’ve been looking for an apprentice recently.”

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