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ohmymammon · 4 years

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Please don't white wash dark characters.

Simeon's skin is darker than this, he looks really, really pale here and it's a big shame because the art is beautiful.

Usually the same coloring techniques you use with paler characters have to be tweaked when it comes to darker characters, otherwise the shading can make them look very washed out and unlike their actual race.

White washing is a pretty big problem, I don't know why this has been posted when it's clear it's not his actual skin tone.

Tempting an angel? More like tempted BY the angel 👼

I guess i owed you all Simeon in sorcerer’s attire too 👀

Also I am a big clown and forgot to invert the picture before merging all layers with my signature 😔

#Art #Simeon #pic #Sick n tired of racism #Intentional or unintentional

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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Finchy, now I know I was wrong

I messed up, and now you're gone

Finchy, I'm sorry I neglected you

Oh, I never expected you to run away and leave me

Feeling this empty

Your voice right now would sound like music to me

Please come home, 'cause I miss you, Finchy

Finchy, come home

(Finchy, come home)

Finchy, can't you see I was blind?

I'll do anything to change your mind

More than a friend, you're my best wife

Too cool to forget

Come back 'cause we are family

And forgive me for making you wanna roam

And now my heart is beating like the saddest metronome

Somewhere I hope you're reading

My latest three-word poem

Finchy, come home

(Finchy, come home)

Finchy, come home

(Finchy, come home)

Finchy, come home

(Finchy, come home), ah

Finchy, come home

Finchy, won't you come home?

@ohmyasmodeus I LOVE YOU PLEASE COME BACK TO ME 😭😭😭😭

#Shenanigans #Text #I'll get to drawing ppls OCS soon lol I'm just fucking drained #Anyway FINCH PELE AAAASE

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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Let me draw your obey me! ocs!!!!

i just wanna warm up a little

u aren't gonna get a full on masterpiece but a doodle is a doodle ✌️😘

i'm only doing a few of these, plz reblog/reply/message me either abt ur oc or with a pic of them thankzzzz xx

#Obey me #obey me! shall we date?#Obey me!#UR getting no examples of my art lol soz #I can supply if u ask tho #obey me oc #Obey me! Oc #Obey me swd #TRYNA TAG AS MCUH AS I CAN SO we can get the ball rolling soz if this annoys u ilu

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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MAMMON GETTING THE LOVE HE DESERVE S!!!! YALL SLEEPING ON MY BOY HES THE BEST BOY I'd do anything for him and maybe it's because I'm biased but please love him he deserve the world

And also @ohmyasmodeus totally deserves all the love in the world what the fuck how do they just pop TF off with no issue.. No problem... Dude what the fuck.. How u jsut gonna take all the talent. PLZ share ur braincells with me pelsse

Fuck your writing is AMAing

could i request mammon (+other brothers if u want!) with a f!mc who comes into his room asking to sleep there for the night after having a bad nightmare ? 🥺

𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 ☽

we love a shy boy that takes charge when it comes to protecting his baby ! i hope this imagine brings you sweet dreams ♡

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Waking up to the haunting silence of the House of Lamentation might as well be a continuation of your nightmare— the sweat drying on your bare skin makes you shiver in the dark, and the overwhelming feeling of dread is a stone in your stomach. The sheets must have slipped off as you tossed and turned in your sleep.

You’ve never felt more alone.

The subject of your nightmare escapes you, but the emotions that had consumed you as you dreamed still remain, and you clutch at your chest as you feel the fear and the pain burrow into your heart like nothing before. Tears still prick at your eyes. Despite the sleepy haze that fills your mind and your panting breaths, you slip quietly out of bed and instinctively make your way to the first place that you know you’ll be safe in.

It takes more than a few hard knocks for you to get an answer. You’re desperately close to either begging on your knees, or jiggling the knob of the locked door until Mammon grows irritated enough to force it open, but you eventually manage to wake the demon up. Mammon’s face as he wrestles the door open is far from pleased.

“What’s the big fuckin’— ______?” The insult you know was on Mammon’s tongue dies as he takes you in, the way you seem to cower into yourself in the dark, the way the moonlight makes your tears glimmer as they dry on your cheeks. Immediately, he has his hands on your shoulders. “You okay? Did somethin’ happen? If someone made you cry, I’ll mess ‘em up!”

His drowsy concern is nothing short of adorable, especially when coupled with his messy bed hair and the fact that his shorts are definitely on the wrong way, probably haphazardly thrown on as he rushed to answer the door. Already, you feel much better. Without a word, you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest, seeking solace in his warmth and familiar scent.

“Hey… It’ll be alright. C’mere.” Mammon sighs as he gathers you in his arms, pulling you into his room before kicking the door shut. That’s what you like the best about Mammon. Naturally, you always find yourself running to him, and he always intuitively seems to know just how to look after you without overwhelming you with questions. Underneath all his goofiness, there’s always a tenderness, the willingness to trust you and give you space until you feel like speaking— as long as he’s the only one you let take care of you like this.

“Can I stay tonight? Had a bad dream,” you mumble into his shoulder as he carries you to bed.

“ 'Course. What did ya dream about?”

You let him sit you on the bed and watch him dig through the pile of unfolded clean laundry on his couch. He tosses various clothes onto the pool table, and you smile weakly as you try to remember what you had dreamt about. The details slip through your fingers as easily as Mammon eventually slips one of his comfortable sweaters over your shoulders, before he pulls you down into bed with him, drawing the covers over the both of you.

“Good question.” You sigh, resting on your side to face him.

Mammon chuckles as he brushes your messy hair out of your eyes and wipes the drying tears from your cheeks with a gentle thumb. The concern is still there, resting in the furrow between his eyes, in the tenseness of his expression, but his gaze is as soft as the way his hands run down your cold skin to rub your back soothingly. “Guess it doesn’t matter now. Not when I’ve got ya.”

“Guess I should feel lucky that the Great Mammon even considers letting a mere human this close.” you say. His embrace is comforting in its familiarity, and you wiggle your way closer and hide your face in his neck. It makes him thank his lucky stars that you can’t see the pink flush that spreads across his cheeks as he feels your gentle breaths on his skin.

“Dummy,” Mammon huffs. “If it’s you… That doesn’t matter if it’s you. You’re my human. I said I’d protect you from anything, and that includes the shit your stupid brain makes ya dream about, so go back to sleep already.”

Under the sheets, his legs tangle with yours as he draws you even closer in his embrace, and he presses a soft kiss to your head. His fierce protectiveness and his compassion makes you smile. Your nightmare feels long gone, the pain in your heart replaced with a lightness that makes you press kisses to his collarbones in return.

You can’t help but giggle and ask, “Can I get a kiss? I’m already starting to miss you.”

“With your gross breath? Don’t start thinkin’ you can ask for that much!” Mammon grumbles, but you know that he can’t help but give in, especially when you pop your head up to smooch his chin. He rolls his eyes, grasping your chin between his fingers to keep you still as he presses a bashful kiss to your lips, almost missing thanks to his already closing eyelids. “Now sleep, before I change my mind.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#Text #Imagines #Mammon #My fucking BABY #God I love you finchy #My wife..my soulmate...#Everyone must k know

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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i'm js but y'all are missing OUT

why is no one thinking about how other powerful demons would react to Diavolo's decisions?!! what about the centuries old grandpas who've been there since the beginning, being forced to watch the devildom become a goddamned playground for humans and angels when they've spent centuries terrorizing both the human and celestial realm.

YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME EVERYONE IS ON BOARD WITH THIIIIS‼️‼️‼️

#Obey me #Text #obey me! shall we date?#Like I'm just saying. Abaddon is NOT thriving he is not satisfied with what hell has become #But also he's been powerless to stop it because he was put in gay baby jail for treason for..... A lot longer than anyone should rly be #Poor grandpa #He doesn't even go here he's a neutral party #Sorry I have to gush abt my obey me oc xx #Oh my God what if diavolo just threw everyone in jailed or permanently silenced them #EXIIIILE #Obey me diavolo #Diavolo #Obey me lord diavolo

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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Okay but how is my wife an actual God with writing. I can't believe how they jsut fucking bang out these little ideas and shit easy peasy. How the fuck are they gonna write so eloquently I don't fucking GET it you fancy mother FUCKER leave some big words for the rest of us goddamn it. I love you

𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘮 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 ❖

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 ; 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘵

✧ Sure, Lucifer is looking forward to appreciating art and the history behind each piece, but he finds himself much more excited to spend more time alone with you. History can be preserved, but every moment spent with you is simply irreplaceable; he ends up surprisingly spending more time gazing at you than admiring the artwork.

✧ You make him feel young again. In between displays, he sneaks kisses, mischievously pulling you away from the crowds just to hold you in his arms for a stolen moment. Lucifer adores the way you fall into his arms with soft laughter, and it makes him cradle your face between his gloved hands while he whispers about the way everyone looks at you like you’re a work of art.

“But do you?” You ask softly.

“I always do, ______.” Silhouetted by the gallery lights, he pulls you into a tender kiss full of emotion; a moment that no doubt belongs among the displays of beauty and immortality that surround you.

✧ Lucifer is the kind of person to actually read the little plaques beside the pieces that go into detail about the artist and the intentions behind their art. It takes a while for him to take it all in, but you don’t mind— it’s very cute to see him have to bend down and squint to read them.

✧ Your day hardly ends there. Even as he takes you home, he very much enjoys discussing your opinions on the works included in the gallery and the artists behind them. It’s Lucifer’s way of getting closer, trying to decipher how your mind works, how you view art pieces that are open to multiple interpretations. It’s his favourite part. He loves you and your brilliant mind.

♡ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 ; 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 / 𝘢𝘳𝘵

✧ Your demon is the definition of a kinaesthetic learner. Mammon fits right in with the kids that run around the place, tugging on your hand as he begs you to come play these games with him! He never wants to do anything without you and you end up being basically dragged around the museum. But it’s okay because he’s cute!

✧ While surrounded by so many people, it’s even easier for him to get flustered about affection. His cheeks flush red whenever he thinks too hard about holding your hand, whether it’s to bring you somewhere, or just to hold your hand for the sake of it. The back of his fingers brush against yours, making you smile.

“Hm? What do you want to show me?” you ask as you take his hand to intertwine your fingers with his.

Mammon fidgets with his free hand before shoving it into his jacket pocket, looking away with a brilliant blush. His voice is quiet as he mumbles, “N-nothing, I just… wanted to hold your hand. Or whatever.”

✧ He’s much smarter than people like to give him credit for at times, and surprises you with bits of information he picks up that you couldn’t understand. At the same time, it’s hard to stop him from gushing about how cool it was to see that chunk of sodium explode when dropped in water and how he wants to watch that over and over again.

✧ Mammon runs wild in the gift shop, especially at those little archaeology or mining kits that let you dig through hunks of sand that claim to contain a piece of gold. Of course, there are a million things the both of you want to buy for yourselves, but so little money to do so with. He settles for something small in the end, because he wants to be able to buy something small for his brothers too.

♡ 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 ; 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

✧ From the beginning, Leviathan is absolutely fascinated. The calming atmosphere of the museum and being completely surrounded by his element makes Levi relax, even if he’d normally panic and try to hide from the people that walk along the exhibitions with you. But even then, you make sure to hold his hand just to reassure him a little more.

✧ Just like he rants about pretty much anything he has an interest in, Levi rants about the equipment on display and compares weapons or ships from different eras to each other, as if he’s talking about mere video game stats. It’s actually kind of hot to see him act like the Grand Admiral of hell’s navy is supposed to.

✧ Treat him like a Grand Admiral, actually. His brain totally short circuits when you lean into him and put a hand on his chest and gasp about how knowledgeable and strong he is.

“Oh captain, my captain!” you sing as you pepper his face in kisses, making him squirm in your arms. His face is beet red as he attempts to cover it with his hands.

“People are- they’re going to see us!” Levi whines.

You laugh and kiss him properly, arms wrapped around him tight. “That’s the point, baby! I like it when people know I’m yours.”

✧ He actually gets a little sad when he sees the bones of massive whales or the various preserved remains of sea life on display. They all feel like a part of him. At times, he feels like sea animals understand him much better than people do, and he has to give your hand a squeeze as the two of you through the section. At least he brightens up when you tell him that most of these specimens die a natural death or were cared for during their life.

♡ 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯 ; 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

✧ His choice of museum goes without explanation. Humans are frail creatures that are essentially doomed to make the same mistakes again and again, despite a new era or millennia, but Satan still finds their history remarkable. He’s fascinated with seeing the butterfly effect ripple through time, sparking wars and conflicts. It makes him wonder about the universe’s decisions— especially the ones that brought you to him.

✧ Satan has always been more fond of reading the ancient texts on display or translating archaic inscriptions on bronze age charms, but when he’s with you, he finds himself more drawn to the elegant gowns and elaborately crafted jewellery on display. You always find his emerald eyes lingering on you, imagining what you would look like in something so grand. Your beauty stuns him in every way, especially with the way you smile at him while framed by the display’s lights.

✧ “I thought you wanted to learn,” you mumble with a quiet laugh into the kiss that Satan pulls you into. The two of you are wrapped in each other’s arms in the back of a crowded amphitheatre, making an attempt to watch a historical film.

In the darkness, Satan’s blush goes unseen, but you feel it in the heat of his face as you kiss him back eagerly. “I’ve learned enough about humans, ______. I want to focus on my favourite one now.”

You close your eyes, and so does he. History couldn’t matter less, not when it feels like the two of you are the only beings to exist, the only people that matter.

✧ Despite wanting to learn, Satan finds himself getting dragged into shenanigans with you as you voice historical figures with the goofiest accents and clown around with some of the interactive props. He laughs along and snaps a million pictures of you to keep, and he supposes that humans aren’t the only ones that make recurring mistakes. After all, he lets you loosen him up and lets you force your way into his heart time and time again, but he still can’t force himself to complain about it.

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#Text #Imagines #Lucifer #Mammon #Leviathan #Asmodeus #Satan #Beelzebub #Belphegor #Fuck sake why are u fucking amazing oh my gododododod

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS I??? I CANT BELIEVE HOW FUCKING BOMB THIS IS OHHH MY GOOOD YESSSS POP TF OFF WHAT THE FUKCKCCCKK

KEPT ME AT THE EDGE OF MY DAMN SEAT I'll never recover this is gold

The King

So.

Earlier today I said this:

And then felt like writing a little bit of action/angst for a change.

The outcome is below.

All you can hear is the sound of your racing heartbeat.

“Y/N, go.”

It’s Lucifer’s command, and yet your feet won’t move.

You can barely breathe.

“Look at that. What a pathetic creature.”

The demon on the other end of the room steps forward—barely able to contain his human form as power leaks from his body. Skin slides from one side of his face, peeling from the bone with little resistance. A skull shrouded in a screen of buzzing magic is revealed, and the world seems to stand still.

Your legs shake. You’ve been around powerful demons during your stay, but none have exuded so much power that you’re literally unable to react. You know that you should be listening to Lucifer—turning tail and running from the Castle as quickly as you can—but your body remains immobile with fear.

“Father, please,” Diavolo steps forward, his arms open, but no talking shall be had.

The King of the Devildom looks at his son—the remaining skin on his face melting away as he speaks.

“I trust our kingdom to you in my time of slumber—and this is what I find.”

His hallow gaze turns to you once more. You feel as if you’ve been hit by a train—only able to watch as a black, thorned halo appears above his head. In the next beat, a cloak flares around him like fire—dark as night, and composed solely of his power. It shrouds him like armor—a display of his immense strength—and the demons around you involuntarily shiver.

Ahead of you, Diavolo slowly lowers his arms. He knows that this is not a topic his father will entertain through an open discussion.

The Devildom Prince summons his demonic form, his own magic rising on his skin as he regards the King with bright eyes.

His father can hardly contain his rage at the display.

“I am your KING, boy! You and your court seem to have forgotten that you are nothing but an uncrowned heir.” The demon holds his head high, power extending throughout the room. It feels like the force of gravity has changed, and your knees give out. The only thing keeping you from falling to the floor is Mammon, who is quick to grab your elbow. When you glance to him, you can see the fear in his eyes. The typically loud-mouthed demon has never looked so serious.

“I leave the realm to you in the hope that you continue my path, and yet here you are—,” a sour laugh leaves the King. “Entertaining humans–,” you suddenly remember that you’re not the only exchange student present—your eyes shifting over to look at Solomon, who has broken into a cold sweat. “—and even angels.”

A few paces behind you, Simeon has Luke tucked behind his back.

“Have the demons forgotten that we are not meant to be friends to everyone?”

The King paces forward, and you see the brothers flinch. They’re more on edge than you’ve ever seen—their demons forms materializing as they watch Diavolo’s father with unwavering gazes.

None of them have forgotten the King, and the way he’d ruled the Devildom before Diavolo had taken the throne. There was always trouble between the realms—demons causing mischief, and ruining balance. Trust was basically nonexistent with the celestial realm, and in time, the King had hoped to stage a revolution. To gain more power for himself—to let all beings know that demons have always been, and will continue to be, the superior race.

When the King had handed the torch off to Diavolo—electing to slumber and reserve his power until the time was right—he’d blindly assumed that his son held his ideals. That he’d conditioned Diavolo well enough to be the perfect heir—a mere vessel for his will.

It’s not until right now that he realizes how wrong he was in doing so.

His son had tricked him—hidden away his true intentions until the moment he relinquished power. And the King can only assume based on the fact that angels and humans are currently infesting his home, that Diavolo had plotted all along to undo the chaos he’d wrought.

His son is the complete opposite of him, and has clearly been working to establish balance between the three worlds in his absence.

The King cannot continue to let this go on.

“This mutiny ends today.”

The demon raises his hand—fingers spread wide. Diavolo lurches forward, grabbing his father’s wrist—the King now nothing more than a skeleton shrouded by raw magical energy—and yanks it towards the sky. Not a moment later, a pillar of dark light extends from the King’s hand—completely obliterating the ceiling above his head. The entire castle shakes—sizable chunks of debris raining overhead.

A hand grabs your wrist, tugging you backwards. Whipping your head around, you note that the hand belongs to Solomon. The sorcerer has gone white in the face—his eyes wide, and footsteps hurried as he leads you to the exit at the rear of the room. Simeon and Luke are already ahead of you, practically running to escape as Barbatos ushers them into the hall.

As your fellow human drags you away, you can’t help but glance back at the demon brothers you’ve come to love. Their hackles have risen—power leaking from their forms as they ready themselves for the King’s next move.

“We can’t just leave them to fight!” you say, finally managing to find your voice. However, despite your worry for them, you don’t allow yourself to stop in your escape—your pace quick as Barbatos leads the group of exchange students through the corridors.

Around you, the palace shakes once more. There’s so much magic in the air that you can almost see it crackling.

“Y/N, you must understand that what’s about to happen is something you cannot aid in,” Barbatos informs you, pulling open a door that leads to the garden behind the castle. “Right now, we need to get you all to safety.”

“We’ll take them to the celestial realm with us,” Simeon pipes up, his voice tight. Despite being an angel, and a fairly powerful one at that, he’s aware of how dangerous the current situation is. As much as he would love to stay and help his fallen brothers, it is not his place to meddle with royal affairs. Especially ones that are shaping up to be a coup.

Mind reeling, you hardly have a moment to stop and collect your thoughts—not until you realize you’re standing on the portal to the celestial realm. Luke reaches out to grab your hand as a tremor shakes the earth at your feet.

You feel as if your heart is being torn from your chest.

“Barbatos! Please, I can’t leave them—you, and Diavolo—like this—”

“Y/N,” he interrupts you with a smile. The butler is obviously worried himself, and yet the look on his face is kind as ever. “Lord Diavolo has been preparing for this day for hundreds of years. The awakening of the King at this time was not expected, but you must trust in the Prince, as well as Lucifer and his brothers. They are the strongest demons in the Devildom. They will live to see you again.”

You open your mouth to protest, but end up biting your lip. You grip Luke’s hand tightly, tears welling in your eyes.

There’s nothing you can do that will be of any help to them.

“We will be in contact with you soon,” Barbatos assures Simeon, the portal at your feet activating with a dim glow. The angel nods.

“Please. Be safe, my friends.”

The magic at your feet grows brighter, but before the portal can whisk you away, there’s a loud bang from the castle.

You look up just in time to see Belphegor rocketing through the castle’s outer wall—completely limp as debris falls around him. Beel appears through the plume of forming smoke a beat later—wings fluttering behind him as he reaches out, trying to get a grip on his twin brother.

Even from a distance, you can tell that they’re both covered in blood.

“Be–!,” you open your mouth, trying to call out to them, but the Devildom disappears from in front of you. The next moment, your eyes are assaulted by the brilliant scenery of the celestial realm. Your legs immediately give out, and you collapse onto the pavement at your feet.

You think you hear Simeon calling out to you, but his voice sounds so far.

You’re too overwhelmed.

Everything goes black.

#Text #Diavolo #Barbatos #Solomon #Simeon #Luke #Lucifer #Mammon #belphegor #beelzebub #Idk if I should me tion the other boys bcuz they weren't rly mentioned by name #So I... Won't #Or maybe I will #Yeah #Satan #Asmodeus #Leviathan #Nice #Anyway this is like a perfect scenario for Abaddon and Kobalt. They'd live for the chaos. LONG LIVE THE KIIIING

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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If anyone has seen my wife @ohmyasmodeus plz tell me I miss them and I love them and they haven't spoken to me in the last five minutes. I don't think I'll make it

#shenanigans #Not obey me #Text #I miss you baby please come back to me

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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It's the only true, genuine way to show your affection for someonE

Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

I'm not even going to send this back to u. U don't deserve it. I love you but clearly u do not love me. I'm taking the dogs

#text #ask #shenanigans #not obey me

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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Yeah u say u owe me and that u love me but u don't show it considering it takes u 50 yrs to reply to lit anything I send u on here. Wasteman

🌻

all i want to tell u is that i love you thanks

also i owe u for being an amazing editor and i genuinely can’t thank you enough for being the biggest reason i finally got enough confidence to share my writing with others. i don’t know what i’d do without you, i can only hope i do as much for you as you do for me. you’re my everything

kees ♡

#ask #Text #shenanigans #I love you too

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

I'm not even going to send this back to u. U don't deserve it. I love you but clearly u do not love me. I'm taking the dogs

#Text #Ask #shenanigans

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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Uh huh. Only send it AFTER I point out u never sent me it. Wówczas. My wife rly out here showing they don't care

Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

tysm !! luv u anon i’d send it back if i knew ur username

#Text #Ask #shenanigans #Useless

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ohmymammon · 4 years

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I CANNOT STOP CRYING THIS IS THE MSOT BEAUTIFUL SHIT I HAVE EVER READ I CAN NO BELIEVE THAT MY EYES HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN BLESSED WITH SUCH FINE, ANGELIC, HEAVENLY WRITING, I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I HAVE BEEN BORN IN THE PERFECT YEAR AT THE PERFECT TIME FOR MY LIFE CHOICES TO LEAD ME TO READING THIS PIECE, I FEEL SO FORTUNATE THAT ALL OF MY DECISIONS HAVE LEAD ME RIGHT HERE TO THIS SPOT. TO BLESS MY EYES WITH SUCH BEAUTIFUL, FLAWLESS WRITING THAT ELICITS THE STRONGEST, MOST PLEASANT AND POWERFUL FEELINGS OUT OF MY LONG-DEAD, COLD, FREEZING HEART. TRULY, I HAVE BEEN BLESSED. GOD IS REAL AND THIS IS PROOF.