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need his lame ass so bad i’m gonna start killing

#abt mammon

i-slept-for-13hours-ohshi

Sick Asphodel bc if I'm suffering they are too

the way goldie isn’t even gold she’s silver and black

#not to me. not to me goldie. in my mind you are yourself. all gold all real

mamma-mia-mammon

mammon is a high ponytail girlie in my mind, but a bob also looks so cute on her.......

#my gf

literally sobbing but I was able to recover a file I’ve been working on for months

#I would’ve genuinely become suicidal I’m not fucking kidding mannn 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#some stuff from the past hour wasn’t salvaged but godddddd I’m just gonns cry from relief

zephyrchama

Lucifer spending time at his piano in the music room, composing music. You don't know if he's figuring out an existing Devildom song or crafting his own personal creation. You just like to listen.

He'll plink at a few keys, seemingly at random while he hums to himself. His deep voice is an instrument of its own. It contrasts nicely with the high melodic notes of the piano.

When he's on to something, he'll strike several keys at once and begin singing in earnest. Just one or two lines. Over and over, fine tuning it to perfection.

When he finally finds what he's looking for, Lucifer starts from the top and launches into a full performance. His fingers effortlessly glide over the piano. He stops vocalizing and lets the piano sing for itself, filling the house with a beautiful cadence for all of thirty glorious seconds until he hits a key that sounds slightly off.

The music abruptly stops and his experimental plinking begins again.

maybe i’ll play the chapter 1 demo of touchstarved…..maybe

#saw a post where kuras gets mad at u…… hot

tragbarerpanzrabwehrkomplexfagot

#prev 🙂‍↕️

fuuuck they’re gonna get me to open the app again bc of the new bunny cards

ohmyclemintine

mammon likes staring at you in class

You haven’t been paying attention to the teacher for half an hour.

To be fair, it’s hard to focus when someone keeps burning a hole into the back of your head.

You were so close to falling asleep—until the sensation arrived.

A gaze. Heavy. Like it was drilling straight through your skull. Your whole body jerked with a shudder, and you went still, your heartbeat suddenly loud.

You didn’t know who it was.

It could be a demon who wanted to kill you out of jealousy? Or a demon who wanted you for lunch?

Either way, you refused to turn around. Absolutely not.

Instead, you busied yourself. Writing colorful notes. Drawing cat doodles. Daydreaming. Anything to stop your brain from catastrophizing.

You even started planning your last words.

If you got cornered in the halls and someone tried to stab you—would you call one of the seven brothers?

Mammon. Probably Mammon. He’s a decent protector, assuming he’s in the mood to be useful.

You also considered running out the classroom the second the bell rang. Then reality reminded you that you would not outrun a demon.

Okay. Maybe you could take a peek at who you’d be running away from.

A quick look. A safe glance.

You tilted your head carefully, eyes landing on a certain white-haired man.

The demon staring at you—now that you knew the identity of—immediately jerked his head away, nearly knocking himself out of his chair.