Well, there can't be a party if the original party boy doesn't show up.
I didn't think you would show up, but better late than never.
we're not kids anymore.
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@greeds-indulgence
Well, there can't be a party if the original party boy doesn't show up.
I didn't think you would show up, but better late than never.
Which you were at one time, but point taken. It seems up for debate if you're talking about me or Gluttony.
And yet the statement is still true. Does it matter who is the most simp if the shoe fits you both?
I have seen the pictures lining the bar. I'm enjoying myself in a moderate amount, but torturing my little sister the way she does to me makes it that much better.
Me too, and a part of me wants to take all the ones your mother is in and hoard them. I suppose turnabout is fair play when she has been harassing you almost relentlessly, just don't cause too much trouble. Apparently, the bartender gets a temper if things get too out of hand, from what I've heard.
Keep it rated G for everyone and I won't stab a fork through my eyes. Not until I find my cup of tea mayhem. Hey, let me have that pink medallion you're wearing with the sideways K on it and I might leave Mom's cake alone.
PG-13 and don't look, that's the best I can give you. So you want me to take off a sacred part of my costume so you can leave your mother's cake alone? You drive a hard bargain, and one I will always relent to.
Luckily, you've chosen to meet us at our old stomping grounds. Azriel can be such a buzzkill, right, but you're finally in the company of a real good time. And she certainly speaks highly of you, handsome. The Prince of Greed trading her soul from Glutsy, protecting her from the King, falling madly in love with her, crowning her, every salacious detail.
It was entirely the wife's idea; I forgot this place existed. At least some of Alexia's friends aren't buzzkills. I don't know what I would have done if there were more of them. I can guarantee that every salacious detail is completely true.
No piece of granite or marble would ever capture and compare to my beauty.
Indeed. You can keep them on later, but we could also sneak into Val's office and I'll show you exactly why he wears them. Five minutes away, tops.
No, but an artist could certainly try, and then I would need to take their eyes for staring at you for far too long. Then we'd be back to square one.
You would defile the office of one of your oldest friends? The gossip it would stir, especially since five minutes would never be enough.
You really are a simping simp for her, aren't you?
The day I'm not is the day I'm dead, Josephine. Besides, I'm not the only simp here.
Only the best for that wife of yours. Valentin does not disappoint.
No, he does not. I'm glad I'm finally making the acquaintance of my wife's friends. While I know Azriel and loathe crossing his path in case he decides to make my life miserable, I haven't had the chance to meet you or Valentin yet. Alexia talks about the two of you quite a lot.
Yuck, spare my ears and get a fucking room.
We will, but for now we're enjoying the night and keeping it PG-13. You look like you're not having fun yet, Lenny.
An odd choice of a theme for a party, I will say. Mother looks like she's having fun.
Apparently, it's quite commonplace with Alexia and her friends. She is having fun, and I hope you are, too.
I do love how they adore me as you do, my husband.
God, I'm wet just looking at you right now.
It's missing an elaborate monument to your beauty, my love.
Is it the glasses? Now I know why my brother wears them. I can... keep them on later if it appeases my Queen.
I do love parties, even more so when I'm celebrating my beautiful wife.
Why, my greedy little boy, you are behaving like a kid in the candy store. It's up to your own entertainment spreading the news to Envy as well as your other brothers. Nikki would be tickled pink by that, dear, it seems the one who will be tormented by it the most will be Pride. I almost believe he may not take it well. New fathers harbor new changes.
When there's not much joy going around, you have to get it where you can, and I am merely thinking what one of my children would want me to do. I think I might let Nikolai handle Pride himself. I can't think of anyone better to break the news to my brother. New changes, indeed, which means one thing I must come to terms with and say aloud. I am sorry, mother. When we first met again after you were freed, I made the cruel comparison between you and the now evil confetti that was my father. It was unfair, and I have no explanation for why I said what I did that doesn't sound like an excuse.
It's a testament that in spite of your Kingly duties, you were a father doing the best for his kids. What a fortunate miracle your poor caring heart wasn't destroyed when Pops lovingly pierced you through, so new leaf it is.
You say that now and he's going to randomly appear the same way Nikki scares the shit out of him. I thought every prince owned the city or that's what I tell myself. A castle? A castle? Alright, I am about to ask a question that our brothers are too chicken shit to ask you. Greed, how much money do you have?
The 'best' that I'm now having to contend with, but at least I have the time. I do amaze myself, though, I can't imagine being King– an absolutely dreadful thought, actually. Too much work having to manage you, the others, and a kingdom. I prefer to maintain my kingdom and my treasures only.
I would just throw Nikolai right back at him since we'll be seeing him more after the wedding. That's what I let you think, dear brother– I didn't touch your or our brothers' ventures, but how else was I to prove myself worthy of our father's attention if I had no kingdom to show for it? So I started obtaining what I could get my hands on. Businesses, sports teams, homes. Including castles– the future Envy house was cheap when I bought it. However, to answer your question, there are too many zeroes to count, but I can guarantee the money you have is mere pocket change.
I thought you loved work with your bajillion businesses. Well, you asked about him and I provided what I consider necessary details for the man your daughter might be dating. Casually threatening a god with a weapon that could kill anything? Brilliant, incredible, ground-breaking, spectacular, iconic, totally unique, not ever been done before. He won't know what hit him.
I love the work I put into my businesses, but I would hate to keep my brothers in line or deal with their stupidity. Well, seeing as your sister is an adult, I really don't need to know her potential sex life, but I will note to be more specific in my requests with you, Lenny. That's the real play with anyone who thinks they're stronger: hit them with the unexpected. I suppose I need to track this god down eventually to make my threatening non-threat.
"She would ask you to jump into an icy lake naked and you would do so." Aemon wouldn't bother asking any more questions as he followed his father through the house until they reached the garage, luxurious car after luxurious car filling the space that he could do nothing but marvel at in utter fascination. Vehicles weren't a necessity back in Hell and there was no chance he even knew how to drive one, but he cannot deny the way each exterior called his name to take a test drive for fun's sake. None held a candle, however, than the beckoning beauty that was the King's favorite toy. The Aston Martin. He'd sometimes come down at night just to look at it, daring himself to sit in the driver's seat, though those dreams were dashed when his mother found him. "A ride." He repeated. That didn't stop Aemon from sliding into the passenger's side and allowing his fingers instantly trace the upholstery's stitching. Turning his gaze on Greed and giving him a long look, he attempted figuring out what the occasion was. "As long as you show me how fast it goes on our way there, go ahead."
"Happily." The love for his wife came out of nowhere, and it still baffled him sometimes when he woke. He and Alexia were worlds apart, yet somehow they collided in the best way. Even if he had truly died and was unable to be revived by Isabel, he would have had a happy life since he died knowing his wife. The Prince fiddled with the controls of the console as his son got situated, seeing Aemon's love for cars and making a mental note to get him his own... and then teaching him how to drive, of course. He gave a sly smile as he pulled his Aston Martin out of its parking spot slowly, stopping just before the garage door and letting the engine rev as he waited for it to open. "The thing is with cars like these, fast is the only way to take them. It's the only way to show how much you appreciate them." As soon as there was enough clearance for his car to make it safely below the metal door, Greed hit the gas– the tires squealing on the concrete before propelling them down the driveway and out into the city. Greed shifted his hand and feet over the pedals, clutch, and gearshift like an intricate dance he knew very well. The pair zoomed through the city and, at least for a moment, felt untouchable. Even if there were car horns blaring as he zipped by them, or stoplights, the law was bendable where he came from, and the little bubble inside the car gave a taste of freedom. "It's been a while since I've taken the time to just drive around."
Good, because I have been missing you and our time together. You mean Wrath and Celeste's child who inherited my husband's burly height? I'm aware of him, but I haven't made the acquaintance. Aemon's twin Lysander is currently living with Envy and we're looking to break the curse Lys has that made him mortal. Lexi did inquire about possibly taking him in so he could be with this other version of his brother, but it seems my grandson's happy where he is. I hope Aemon will understand.
As you should, sister. I am a delight. Very much the child I was speaking of. I don't know how the other me successfully passed him off as his, but somehow it worked. I have heard of Lysander's predicament, but I'm sure that Aemon will understand. It's not as though he will never see his brother– I'm in the process of moving Envy and his ilk to a new house, and honestly, it would be rude of him to deny me or my son visitations when I gave him his wonderful new abode. Is there anything you need my assistance with in breaking the curse?