ChocoChipCookie

[a-kookie-writes]

I'm waiting. Patiently.

At the coffee shop we all agreed to meet at.

With the diluted iced chocolate coffee sitting by my side, it doesn't really taste as good as when I bought it two hours ago. The ice has melted, the chocolate formed clumps in the bottom of the cup, and my hands are sticky from how hard it was to put the messy lid back on the cup.

It's raining a lot outside... I don't have an umbrella.

I feel a bit cold.

[a-kookie-writes]

In each laugh you make, I solidify it into my memory.

It's a beautiful sound. Even if you snort so loudly, slap my back so hard I stumble a bit, or even if people look at us weirdly...

I adore the sound that comes out of your lips, I hope I hear it a lot more often now that I've remembered you.

[toastbutteregg]

honestly, being rude in general (especially if the other person didn’t do anything wrong or they didn’t intentionally want to piss you) is a no no

[ravenliz]

Jujutsu Kaisen [ # ]

[koutawoo]

“the price i pay for eons of slaughter:

ephemeral circumstance; perpetual agony—this is nothing new to me.”

character demo ☆ xiao: doombane

“be severed, karmic binds!”

[qhotes]

“three rules for loving an angel: i. understand that an angels love is absolute. you may love him with all of your heart but you will never love him as he loves you. you are human and small and your heart has not lived as his has, child. you will not understand his sort of love. you will fight, but do not doubt that he loves you. he will never suggest taking a break, or seeing other people. the glass in the kitchen will shatter along side his shouting, but do not doubt that he cares. the neighbours will talk about the storm that raged for a week while he fumed, but do not doubt that he loves you. you will not understand how, but he loves you. he will lay with you on the sofa downstairs for hours into the night, running a hand through your hair and tell you stories that never made sense when you heard them in church, and he will tell you that he loves you with all of him, that every cell he possesses cares for you. do not attempt to envision it. he has more in him than you can imagine, do not attempt to understand. just tell him that you love him too. ii. understand that angels are first warriors. if your angel is old, he will have been armed with a sword and a shield, and he will have struck down his siblings and watched his older sister be carried down to the depths of hell. if he is older, he will have known a time before war, and that is almost worse. sometimes, his hands will shake and you will not be able to stop them. you will mention something unwittingly and he will pull away sharply and fall silent. it may not take him long to recover, but he will think about it for three weeks, and hide behind his smile for your sake. sometimes, he will make a reference to events long since passed, and you will remember that he was there. you will need time to recover from this thought, and he will not understand. he finds it hard to remember how young you are. he is a protector by trade and you are what he has chosen to protect. there is no war, you want to tell him. don’t. allow him the small triumph of keeping you safe. let him lock the doors and windows for you. let him look over his shoulder when you walk together. it will help him to have something to protect, even if there is no war. iii. understand that angels are. angels are. angels are undescribable. there are not words for how he will look at you. he will look at you like you are the sun on the hottest day of the year in the middle of cloudless sky. he will look at you like you are the first creation he’s ever truly seen. both are true, but neither are correct. he will describe every inch of you at some point or another, in this lanaguge or that, but no matter how many words you discover, how many languages you master, there will never be words enough for him. you cannot describe the galaxies behind his eyes, the electricy in his fingertips, nor the the softness of his heartbeat underneath his shirt. you will run your hands down his wings a thousand times, but you will never describe it, or how it makes you feel. your voice will crack and your pen will fall still and you will flush under his eyes. words will stick to your throat and all you can think to do is touch him. touch his skin and his hair and his clothes. touch him everywhere. it’s the closest to describing him you’ll get. the words for describing this will never find their way to you. tell him that you love him. it will be enough.”

— it’s been three weeks and i can’t get the thought of you out of my head. // lj  (via lionofstone)

[ridleey]

favorite webtoons : part 1

[megibluedragon]

Senku took 3717 loses to win 1 time

We know Senku counted seconds to keep himself awake for thousands of years but I’ve noticed few new things which made me respect Senku even more. First of all - He didn’t just count. He was thinking at the same time probably to keep his sanity and don’t get stuck on loop of seconds which would made him probably unable to do anything else even after getting out of stone. He would really end up as vegetable unable to do anything beside counting.

Anime showed pretty well that Senku while counting was really struggling. His voice was weak and almost cracking. Senku was clearly in pain while counting even simple numbers.

It looks like every 800,000 seconds Senku’s mind was almost having a breakdown and tempt Senku to just give up and lose consciousness. If my math is right Senku had moment like that every 9th or 10th day which makes almost 40 breakdowns per year which makes 148,720 breakdowns in 3718 years. 148,720 - This is how many times his body just wanted to give up and he had to willpower away sleepy feeling. I think we all experienced feeling exhausted and wanting to just drop and sleep. It’s really hard to stay awake in moment like that.

But this is moment when my respect for Senku skyrocket higher than ever. Senku’s plan was to wake up during spring because waking up during winter without clothes, shelter and food would be instant Game Over. For what I’ve seen many people thought Senku just willpowered himself out of stone and it’s just randomly happened in 3718 spring. Oh no no no. There is something deeper in here.

Senku actually tried to get out of stone 3718 times. Now let me explain how looked Senku’s rutine every year beside counting and almost falling asleep every 9th or 10th day:

Senku had no other choice than try to willpower himself out of stone because he didn’t knew there is needed also outside factor like nitric acid. Every spring Senku would put on himself another reason to suffer. He would count, think, have breakdown in mind every 9th or 10th day AND scream in his head ,,Get up!”. He was doing it 24/7 for whole spring. Of course that ended with frustration hitting him from time to time which we see in tossing curses between screaming to himself to get up. He would do this multitasking in every second, every minute, every hour, every day for whole spring.

Now comes the worst part. In the end of every spring Senku had to give up trying to get out from petrification. Every year Senku had to try wake up during spring and give up in the beggining of summer. He had to give up 3717 times and keep counting for the rest of the year. I can imagine Senku being fine in just few years and just keep going but we are talking about 3717 loses. We know Senku pushes forward but he has moments of being weak. During search for revival fluid on his own he was experimenting many times and ended up holding shelf with birds leaning forward in pain and moment of doubt. That forced him to write E=mc2 to keep going. We don’t know how many moments of doubt Senku had everytime he had to give up trying to willpower himself out.

When we see Senku screaming to himself ,,Get up!” it’s night time and moment when he broke out is already day time. This proves how Senku was going for hours with trying to get out of stone and like I said ealier he was doing this 24/7 all springs. He broke out in 3718 spring. Senku took 3717 loses just for this 1 win.

After knowing what Senku actually went through I can belive he wanted to scream and cry after success but his logical part kept him quiet and calm. Senku really doesn’t cry often. We only saw him crying after finding out about Byakuya’s death. Getting out of stone would be another reason for Senku to cry and I’m surprised he holded it in. Conclusion - While Taiju thought of something nice to keep himself awake like his love for Yuzuriha, Senku took path full of pain and suffering which included not only counting insane numbers but mental breakdowns, keeping his sanity and giving up thousands of times. Senku really is amazing and I respect him so much and admire his mental endurance.

[leviathans-watching]

can i request a obey me fic where female mc is super badass but also kinda crazy? like she has a gun or something idrk? thanks xx

heya nonnie! this was a fun prompt and it kind of spiraled but I really like how it turned out. a lot happens in a short amount of time but hopefully it doesn’t seem too rushed or chaotic

Are We Really Sure Crazy Equals Genius?

rating t

wc: 2.5k

warnings: gun mention/usage, gross food, cussing, asmo being himself

tags: satan pov, f!MC, mystery, cussing, AU, magical MC, alternate canon, very light violence (?), open-ended, light crack, one-shot, crack taken seriously

When the human popped into existence in the council room, Satan was… a little underwhelmed. This was the girl chosen to be a representation of the human race? She didn’t even look scared, which said a lot about her survival instincts. She was either a great actor or a fool.

She looked expectant. And a bit bored.

As Diavolo and Lucifer tag-teamed the explanation, Satan watched the girl. She was listening, he’d give her that, but the appropriate reactions of surprise and fear were hollow, as if she were putting on a show. 

Surely not. She was probably just in shock. And Satan didn’t even know her, so he couldn’t accurately read her emotions and gauge her. 

Asmo and Mammon hadn’t bothered to show, and Leviathan was at home, pretending to do online school while he gamed, meaning it was only him, Lucifer, and Beelzebub there upon her arrival. Vaguely, Satan was glad most of them had chosen not to show. It would have been a mess, one that would have given him a headache. 

The meeting was dismissed, and Lucifer beckoned her to follow. She did, looking all too comfortable to be walking in a pack of demons. Her posture was relaxed, gait steady. So a fool, then.

She wasn’t the slightest bit impressed with RAD as they walked through it, which was odd. The architecture was amazing, the rooms bigger and hallways taller than they had any right to be, a rare show of gothic frivolity. But she continued on as if she didn’t even notice, hands clasped serenely behind her back. 

Arriving at the cafeteria, Lucifer held the door open for her, gloved hand gesturing her to enter first. How pretentiously polite. He acted as if he was being chivalrous, but was really sending her first into a den of wolves. Without hesitation, she strode through the doors, eyes making quick work of her surroundings. Asmodeus, perched salaciously at an otherwise empty table motioned her towards him with a crook of his finger, gaze hungry. Obediently, she made her way over, ignoring the hundreds of other demons and witches who were examining her like she were to be their next prize. How she didn’t react, Satan did not know. 

Satan followed, Beelzebub and Lucifer not far behind. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Asmodeus purred. “I’m Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust.” 

“Charmed,” she replied drily, making Asmodeus’ face sour, not used to being snubbed. Sliding onto the bench across from him, she gave him a small, courteous smile. Satan, the slightest bit amused, took his seat, feigning disinterest as he checked his DDD. Mammon was on his way. 

As he pocketed the device, wondering how the human’s and Mammon’s introduction would go, he looked up to see her eyes on him. They were heavy with intent, as if they’d seen a thousand things too horrific to even process, yet carefully blank, capitalizing on the naivety provided by her humanity. 

Her gaze was unwavering, and for the first time in perhaps ever, Satan looked away first, grateful for the distraction of Mammon’s arrival. Mammon sauntered up to the table, shades perched on his nose, offering her his hand to shake.  Satan had to suppress a groan, knowing Mammon was using this brief contact to rummage through her pockets. 

She shook his hand firmly, taking in every bit of his distracting exuberance. When he pulled away, Satan watched as Mammon discreetly reached for his wallet, then paused, a frown on his face. Satan immediately turned to watch the human. She was turning the wallet over in her hands, eyeing Mammon with another one of those damned blank looks. 

“Hand it over,” she said flatly, and Mammon stuttered, eventually returning the money he had taken. She tossed him his wallet back, stuffing her cash in her pocket. Satan noticed a few more bills in her hand than Mammon had returned her, the Grimm marking barely visible to him. 

Interesting. 

“Are you sure she’s human?” Asmodeus whispered, too low and fast for her to hear. Lucifer pursed his lips and Satan realized he had not stopped Mammon because he wanted to see how it would play out. That was cunning of him, of not a little manipulative, but really, what could one expect from someone like Lucifer. 

“The form said she was and all of the tests in her file showed the same,” Lucifer replied and for a moment, Satan wondered on the morality of getting her health records and personal information before deciding he didn’t care.

“You,” someone hissed from behind him, and Satan twisted around to see Simeon and Luke, the former wearing the most hostile face he had ever seen, which was saying something considering it was directed at a human and not a demon. Luke, for his part, just looked confused, head turning back and forth between Simeon and the human. 

“Simeon,” she greeted cheerily. “How good to see you again.” She didn’t react to his dark aura, instead choosing to shoot him finger guns, of all things.

The angel, perhaps remembering he had an audience of not just Satan and his brothers, but the entire cafeteria, composed himself, bowing slightly. “Yes. It’s …good.” 

The instinct to know more about the human and angel’s past history clawed inside of Satan, but he knew he would not be getting more details now, while they were both so guarded. Mammon, about as subtle as a neon sign, piped up. 

“Wait, you two know each other?” 

The human seemed amused by his question, given away by the slight upward quirk of her lips. “Yes.”

Apparently, she would not be elaborating. Simeon rolled his eyes. “I used to be her guardian angel, but was removed from the position to come down here.” 

 The human snorted quietly and Simeon’s face reddened, though it was in anger or embarrassment Satan couldn’t tell. It seemed there was more to that story than Simeon was revealing. The main give away was the fact that the human knew Simeon. If Satan remembered right, angels weren’t supposed to reveal themselves to their charges unless explicitly necessary. 

“This is Luke, the other angel taking part in the program,” Lucifer cut in smoothly, and she directed her attention to him, offering him her hand. Looking wary, Luke took it, but she didn’t do anything but shake it, introducing herself. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Luke. Sorry you had to be stuck with Simeon,” she offered sympathetically and Simeon stiffened, drawing Luke back to his side. 

“Sorry to rush off,” Simeon said, clearly lying through his teeth, “but we have a prior engagement to get to. Please excuse us.” 

“But Simeon, we don’t-” Luke started, and Simeon shot him a look, making him snap his mouth shut. 

“Nice seeing you all!” And then Simeon was walking away, Luke nearly jogging to keep up with his fast pace. 

The human watched them go, mirth dancing in her eyes. She seemed to feel Satan scrutinizing her and turned, one eyebrow raised in a clear question. 

“So what can a girl do to get some food around here?” she asked Lucifer pointedly, flicking her gaze towards Beelzebub, watching him eat a triple-decker backstabbing sandwich whole. 

“Of course. Since it’s your first day and all, I will get your tray. Don’t expect such niceties in the future. Mammon,” he snapped his fingers “get her some food.” 

“What!?” Mammon squawked, but did as told when he saw the glare leveled on him, standing with a huff and heading towards the lunch line. The human watched him go, expression revealing nothing, already back to a calm emptiness. 

The table was silent, save for the sound of Beelzebub’s eating. Asmodeus was watching the human, leaning forward slightly, while Lucifer was tapping away at his DDD, no doubt reporting back to his master. 

When Satan looked at the human, she was watching him again, fingers tapping on the table. He finally broke his silence, snapping a “What?” at her. She smirked, shrugging. 

“You’re interesting. The way you analyze and assume… honestly, I’ve never seen anything like it.” 

Satan didn’t know what to make of that, much less begin to understand what she was getting at. Deciding not to engage, he simply nodded once, a sharp jerk of his head. Asmodeus’ attention was now on him, which was never a good sign. 

“Here ya go, human!” Mammon chose that moment to return, slamming her tray down in front of her. She didn’t flinch. Satan examined her tray, noting the food on it. It seemed Mammon had gone out of his way to pick the most disgusting and vile items, including some Satan wouldn’t even dare to eat.

She stared at the tray for a moment, and Satan saw Mammon’s smug look. Ah, he was getting her back for the failed pickpocketing attempt. Even Lucifer took his eyes away from his screen, watching the little tiff. 

Mammon hadn’t even brought her silverware. 

The human looked at Beelzebub, studying him for a moment, before imitating his eating habits, picking up one of the grosser looking things and shoving it in her mouth without even batting an eye. She showed no outward reaction to the taste or texture, and Mammon could just stand there with his mouth open, bested again. 

She continued to eat, and Satan couldn’t believe it. She was well on her way to having a clean tray, yet didn’t seem to acknowledge the things she was putting into her body. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Lucifer grimacing as she popped a particularly slimy tentacle into her mouth. 

“So, Asmodeus,” she said around a mouthful of fried toad legs, “you said you were the avatar of lust, right? What exactly does that entail? Can you sense if people are horny?” 

Beelzebub choked on the food he was eating. Asmodeus, however, kept his composure, welcoming the question. “Yep! Don’t get embarrassed if you get all hot and bothered. I’m always willing to help.” He punctuated the last statement with a wink, voice dipping low. 

The human threw her head back and laughed. 

“Sorry, sorry. That was just so cheesy.” She mimed wiping a tear, grinning. “You’re attractive enough I’ll give you that-” Asmodeus preened “-but maybe you should just keep your mouth shut.” 

Mammon laughed at that, earning a glare from Asmodeus. 

“Kidding, kidding. You seem the vocal type.” She looked like she was going to say more, but paused, suddenly, cocking her head like she was listening to something. Pulling something from her belt and twisting around in her seat, she aimed a gun (a gun!) directly at Solomon, who was still a good 10 feet away. Satan hadn’t even noticed the sorcerer approaching, even though he was able to clearly see him behind the human now that he was paying attention.

The entire cafeteria paused as Solomon stopped, raising his hands in the way humans did when threatened. His brows were high on his face in surprise, and his mouth was slack, hanging slightly open. 

“Solomon,” the human drawled. “Nice to see you again.” 

(Can we just go back to the fact that the human had a gun? Satan wondered, watching this all go down. Where’d she get it and why?)

“Ah,” Solomon said uncomfortably. “I didn’t know you applied for this program.” 

“I didn’t,” the human said, which was impossible because Lucifer had chosen her application-

“Huh.” Solomon still had his hands raised above his head and the human still had the gun pointed at his head. “Put down the gun. You know bullets won’t have any effect due to my wards.” 

“Cute,” the human smirked. “You think I carry regular bullets on me? That’s amateur.” 

“Right, right.” Solomon’s eyes flickered to the rest of them at the table. Satan would turn to look at his brother’s reactions but couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. 

The human smiled, though it looked more like a baring of teeth than anything, and Solomon shouted “Asmodeus!” drawing him from his seat and in front of Solomon in a flash, just as the human pulled the trigger. The bullet bounced off of Asmodeus, who hissed, touching his forehead where the bullet had struck. 

There was a red welt that definitely shouldn’t have been there. Human weapons didn’t work on devils. Satan needed to get his hands on those bullets for testing. 

The bullet was by the human’s feet. She leaned down, picking it back up and examining it. It was dented, but not completely flattened, like it should have been. The human cursed under her breath, finger ghosting over the dent. 

Pocketing the bullet, she turned back to Solomon, who patted Asmodeus on the back in thanks, acting like he had a choice to disobey the pact. His face was carefully neutral, but he stepped towards the human, who smiled widely, the most real one yet. 

“I’d say using a demon is cheating,” she accused. 

“No, I just used my resources,” Solomon defended, neutrality breaking into smugness. “It’s your own fault for not calculating around it.” 

The human groaned. “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting to run into you here. I guess you’re part of the exchange program, then?” 

Soloman nodded, and the human slid over in her seat, getting closer to Mammon, who stiffened and leaned away. She gestured him to sit, and Solomon did, getting comfortable. 

“Did you actually eat the food?” Solomon asked, eyes on her tray. 

“Yep.” 

“Oh that’s nasty,” Soloman poked one of the remaining pieces and it jiggled. 

“Better than your cooking,” the human snorted. 

Satan couldn’t even begin to understand their relationship. They routinely tried to kill each other, but as a game? But also were close enough to hug and cook for each other? He’d never seen anything like it. 

“So you said you didn’t apply? How’re you part of the program then?” Soloman asked, and the human shrugged. 

“Eh, someone probably did it as a joke. Or they were trying to kill me, I’m not really sure.” 

Lucifer was frowning, and Satan smirked. For someone so uptight about making everything perfect, he had somehow not noticed the application was a fake. If Diaovolo found out about this Lucifer would be devastated. Satan knew he had a good piece of blackmail material. 

“Hate when that happens,” Solomon lamented, and the human nodded in agreement. 

The bell rang, finally signaling the end of lunch, and Solomon stood, not even saying goodbye to the human as he headed to his next class. 

“Bye, fucker!” she called after him, fondness (?) dancing in her eyes. 

When Lucifer finally got everything together, giving Mammon firm instructions to lead her to her next class, his brothers started dispersing. Satan was a little slow in picking his things up, his mind still whirling from everything that had just happened. 

“I think,” Beelzebub said from next to him, “this year ought to be interesting.” 

Satan couldn’t help but agree. 

[asmosmainhoe-deactivated2024091]

The brother's reaction to a Jabami Yumeko MC?

A Jabami Yumeko MC

Oh I love this one👀

Gender neutral MC

Warnings: gambling addiction

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Lucifer

Breaking news: tired man has to take care of yet another problem child

And here he was thinking that the shady magician might cause issues, but nooooo

His hair turned gray when he saw that you're not only reckless with your money, but also with your life

Willing to give up your soul to demons just to make one simple poker game more interesting and thrilling

"My Lord, I'm not getting paid enough"

Tries everything in his power to prevent you to go to any casinos or join any illegal games

Also has a close eye on you and Mammon, because you two are the embodiment of chaos

Don't get me wrong he is more than intrigued. He loves watching you break the ego of every single demon who challanges you to a game, but he has a duty

Mammon

No way in hell would the second oldest have ever guessed that there's a human who is as addicted to gambling as he is

You two get close super fast. Duh

Lucifer tries to stop you two, but you always find a way to sneak into a casino or illegal game

Mammon is the most challenging opponent you ever had, because he NEVER looses. No matter how good you play

You two are the reason why half of the population in Devildom goes bankrupt

I can see you also running an underground casino at RAD

Of course Lucifer finds out and wants to put this to an end

But Diavolo is there too. Stripped down to his underwear, about to loose everything he owns to you

^^^that's the moment Mammon decides that he's going to marry you

Leviathan

Normies terrify him, but you're on a whole other level

Like damn

He's overwehelmed by your recklessness

You also kinda become a celebrity. The human who empties everyone's pockets

Because of that every game you play gets crowded and we all know that Levi has a problem with that

"You're even worse than Mammon!"

"I could win limited edition merch for you."

"Show no mercy, MC."

Quickly becomes your #1 cheerleader

Satan

Almost instantly mesmerized when he watches you gamble for the first time

He's a smart guy

He should be able to see behind your charade and know your strategy

Yet you surprise not only your opponents, but also him

Every single time

It's kinda fun to see how you can make a complete and utter fool out of everyone

So of course he dares Lucifer to challenge you. No, he practically mocks him into doing it

He doesn't really expect you to actually win. His goal is to see his older brother break a sweat

But then you win. No, you absolutely destroy him in your crazy way

This man is about to get down on one knee and propose to you right on the spot

Asmodeus

You force every opponent to their knees

You make even the toughest demon cry

And honestly he finds that hot. Of course he does pff

He's there at every game, cheering you on and mocking the others with his giggling and sarcastic comments

And everytime you make your last move, turning the tables for a sweet victory he kisses you passionately

Your reckless and somehow crazy way is so attractive in his eyes ngl

He's not simply falling

He dIGS A HOLE SO THAT HE CAN FALL EVEN DEEPER

Beelzebub

Big boy is genuinely so scared for your life

You're a human! Challenging every demon who crosses your path!

And not only that. You absolutely, mercilessly crush them

Your enemies don't fit on a normal list anymore. You need a whole book

That also means you can't have a normal bodyguard. You need Beel!

He's following your every step to watch over you while you destroy some demonic lives

Someone tries to put a hand on you? Not on his watch. They can say goodbye to that hand

Tbh your extreme behavior sometimes scares him tho

Belphegor

First he's annoyed

He thinks you're just a second Mammon, owing too much to too many people

But when he sees how things really are...oh boy

Gambling never striked his interest, but the way you do it is so mesmerizing

You make it thrilling, dramatic, exciting etc

He finds himself not being able to look away

There are moments where even he holds his breath

No coffee in all three realms is strong enough to wake him up, but when he watches you gamble his heart makes backflips out of fear and excitement

Like Asmo he mocks your opponents, giving your ego a boost

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Rules

Masterlist

[ultrafacts]

Source

Video of Tama

Follow Ultrafacts for more facts

[majikkant-deactivated20180504]

The picture in the background of the second one

[pizzaismylifepizzaisking]

Tama is boss

[ultrafacts]

[cat-fandom]

THE TRAINS HAVE CARTOON TAMAS ON THEM

[ultrafacts]

Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]

[retro-geek-deactivated20220412]

For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.

[karinanotcinerina]

Beautiful.

[system-fail-ure-deactivated2021]

Now I’m crying thanks

[sapphic-matriarchy]

and a new cat was hired right?

[clarenecessities]

yep! her name is Nitama (essentially ”second tama” or “tama II”) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy

she works very hard

[beasti]

Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.

[lafayettelabaguette]

Law

[tooiconic]

I’m crying at 11pm over train cats

[sighinastorm]

Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016).  There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.

^Nitama majestic, and below with Yontama

Yontama.

[linkislost]

a legacy

[bemusedlybespectacled]

okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because it’s a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back

[kindaoffkilter]

“Sun-tama-tama” (a pun off of “Santama”, lit. “third Tama”) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tama’s successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, “I will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.” [25]

As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tama’s Twitter account.

[cryoverkiltmilk]

Every time I see this post there’s new info and it gets better

[northeastartist]

You are only allowed to scroll pass this after you pay tribute to the great Tama Station masters.

[redchrominance]

The shrine of Tama Daimyōjin (Great gracious deity Tama), next to the Kishi station where she worked.

Nitama presenting her yearly offerings to Tama Daimyōjin on the anniversary of Tama’s Death, June 23 (The offerings are presented by the company president, as Nitama is a cat and thus can’t hold the offerings herself) (Not pictured, but also present, Yontama)

[twimmythebabywitch]

you cannot pass without reblogging guys. i’m sorry, i don’t make the rules.

[dduane]

You can’t not reblog a goddess. It’s just what’s so. :)

[augustdieshemust]

Cat goddess is the best thing I’ve heard all my life.

[mothra-obeyme]

Well now i have to reblog because how can i refuse to reblog such a beautiful cat goddess

[a-kookie-writes]

Watch "Obey Me! - #05 Asmodeus "Pomade" -" on YouTube

[sunsetquotes]

“I missed you in a small way. Tiny enough to fold up and put in my pocket, and carry that loneliness with me everywhere I went. I’d forget all about you, until my hand accidentally brushed against that slip of memory.”

— Unknown

[writinghoney]

smthn soft? Lucifer hugging his brothers, it is all I ask for in life.

When Lucifer feels the emptiness that comes with being the Avatar of Pride, he as become accustomed to it at this point, almost accepting of the cold and icy hands that grip at his core. It isn't until he noticed his own brothers suffering from the same ailment does he realize he's lost his touch.

Mammon is given a tight and long hug, one that leaves the younger brother covering his burning face into the crook of his elder brothers neck, tears just managing to stay in place. He realizes then that Lucifer still holds a small piece of light from before, the light that made many look on in awe, the piece that makes him feel at home.

Leviathan gets a quick hug, it's loose at the start, and slowly gets tighter. He leaves some firm pats on his brother's shoulder, to remind him that he's still here, alive and kicking. Lucifer's hug is grounding and soothes the anxiety that comes with Levi being... Levi.

Satan gets the most emotional hug, one where he tucks the full-blooded demons head under his chin, arms wrapped around his shoulders to keep him from squirming around like a child. Satan can hear Lucifer's heartbeat like this, and all he can wonder is, did it always beat that fast?

Asmodeus gets a hug that is the most pampering to say the least, gloved fingers running through the soft strawberry blonde hair that has been carefully crafted to maintain the best volume and shape. The other runs up and down his back, right between where his wings would be, gentle and soothing. Asmo melts at the contact, because it's inviting, and warm- just like Lucifer's hugs always had been.

Beelzebub gets a hug where Lucifer can fully relax, where he will lay his head on Beels while the gluttonous demon rests on his shoulder. It's a hug where Lucifer allows someone else, his little brother, to support him. He knows Beel will stand by him as long as he is honest, and while he has messed up, the stability and support his brother holds is nothing short but heavenly.

Belphegor gets a loose and understanding hug. One where the youngest brother is practically hanging off his eldest brother, chuckling at the struggling demon. Once Lucifer manages to hook his brothers arms around him, in a way where he won't fall to the ground if he were to do much as shift, he lets the demon sleep in his arms. Comfortable. And steady.

But one thing each brother hears, just as Lucifer pulls away?

"I'm proud of you."

[writinghoney]

Fluff - Lucifer and head scratches please and thank you!

The sound of fire popped and simmered behind you as you sat on Lucifer's desk, his forehead to your chest, arms wrapped loosely around you. The soft sighs that would leave him were few and fad between, but they were pleased, and made you continue your endeavor of soothing the stressed demon.

"Down."

"Hm?"

"Down." He mumbled, slowly taking your hand and bringing it to his nape, the light scratch of your nails on his name made his body shiver in delight.

"Good?"

"Perfect."

You just hoped you could have more time like this, before the yelps and cries of his brother's pleas for one another's mercy overtook the silence, and he would have to become the head of the house once again.

[hadiysor]

Barbatos Guest Interaction

High Five

Face rub / face tap / head rub

Chest rub / chest tap 💖

Hand rub

Chest rub / arm tap

Chest rub 💖 / arm rub

[hadiysor]

Barbatos Guest Interaction

High Five

Face rub / face tap / head rub

Chest rub / chest tap 💖

Hand rub

Chest rub / arm tap

Chest rub 💖 / arm rub