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this is my obey me writing blog!

[sweetbrier2908]

Hello there!

welcome to my blog. i'm selena. you can also call me sel or sele. 

this is where i post everything i like. literally everything: taylor swift, obey me! shall we date, naruto, sasusaku, uchiha family, kono oto tomare, songs, poetry, etc. 

- i don’t usually post nsfw but pls keep in mind there will be nsfw contents

- no spoiler free

[sorceressmyr]

Angsfest Shippuden era is top notch ❤

I just want to sketch them kiss but somehow my hand slipped. Sorry not sorry 😎

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Secret Santa with Brazilian Artists. The person I drew in Secret Santa was: @leticiavazlart our dear Naruto fan from the group! I hope you like this art that I made with lots of love. #Sasusaku

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A smart couple 🤝 inspired by official art iykyk

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Snowdrops

by Louise Glück

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive, earth suppressing me. I didn’t expect to waken again, to feel in damp earth my body able to respond again, remembering after so long how to open again in the cold light of earliest spring --

afraid, yes, but among you again crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world.

[onyourowndaisymae]

𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 - 𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: long time no see! sneaking in here real quick at the tail end of mermay to post something i wrote for an event with my friends. just bc i'm mad at solmare rn does not mean i won't post . i'm also a bit out of practice with writing fic so pls be kind

content + warnings: siren!asmo x fem!reader au, semi-graphic discussions of violence, murder, and death, musings on what makes a mer. read at your own discretion.

word count: ~2.3k

the sound of the ocean is a lullaby one can’t find anywhere else. 

civilization sprouted at the edge of shorelines and rivers, each droplet of water an elixir of vitality for the fragile species of man. where the water went, so too did the people, chasing fish and fresh vegetation sprouting on the bank where land and loch intertwined. so too did the animals that roamed the earth long before them, the ancestors of the beasts that will wander like unkempt vines once the humans are long gone. life thrives alongside the water. life, too, thrives inside the depths– but not often does anyone bother to wonder what happens in the murky abyss. 

the seas are calm tonight. a cruel, temperamental mistress, often pounding the shoreline with choppy waves in protest of human’s hedonism just beyond her reach, has retreated into herself tonight, leaving a shimmering surface to reflect the moon’s light. 

asmodeus loves nights like these. the water breaks, gently, where his head pokes through the waves. with the blessing of good weather, people gather in droves around the coast to dance and sing, make merry under golden lights just out of reach. the summer heat brings all sorts of new faces to the area. rich humans in shiny jewelry and gauzy outfits walk across the sandy beaches by day, retreating to the safety of the square once night falls. 

smart. nobody would step foot out here if they knew what kind of predators lurked just beyond the tide. 

there’s an islet where asmodeus indulges in a bout of people-watching on clear nights. just close enough to make out notable features– laughing man, smiling woman, curious child– but far enough away where humans can’t spot someone lurking in the darkness. cool blue and warm yellow dance across shimmering scales as they glide through the water’s surface. when he reaches the shore, asmodeus is careful to lift himself onto the rocky terrain without damaging any of his delicate features. he takes time to settle– shifting upwards to get a clear view of the party nearby, his body slunk in a way that makes escape quick and painless– before resting his chin on a rock with a wistful sigh. 

if someone took a peek out towards the islet, they wouldn’t be able to make out the pale face resting just above a craggy structure crowning the tiny island. the vague shape draped over the edge into the water would be seen as some loose seaweed caught around the shoreline, stuck in the stones and clumping together into something vaguely biological as it shifts with the waves. the human mind is quick to explain away things it does not understand, especially when the haze of a long, liquor-fuel night comes to a close. and it’s surely convenient for the figure on the rocks, too– only one or two souls are ever brave enough to investigate after a long night, inebriated on an unsteady boat as they row out into the open waters. 

defenseless. distracted. easy prey.

asmodeus drums his fingers on the crag. the golden glow of party lights dances across his pale skin, and for a moment the memory of sunlight flutters forth in his mind. dazzling, radiant, warm– it had been years since asmodeus had truly felt warm– a bright beacon he sought in the days before his body cowered from the light. this gulf was, theoretically dangerous, considering that he could be cornered in a precarious situation. but asmodeus has never had any trouble charming his way out of a sticky situation. 

on the shoreline, a pair of drunken men jostle and storytell loud enough to echo across the waters. asmodeus’ attention piques to follow their voices. he shifts his body weight back, ready to dismount from the rock, taking an extra moment to observe the situation. they’re young. strapping. broad across their sunburnt backs (what hedonism to keep the sun all to themselves!) and stumbling in rowdy play. small lights come from their hands. as far as asmodeus was aware, humans didn’t have bioluminescence. there must be something in their unwebbed grasp producing the light. how strange! how exciting! an excited giggle bubbles up from his throat, and asmodeus shifts his weight to roll gracefully off the islet into the frigid waters. 

his body dips under the surface to dart towards the edge of the gulf, the rocky shoreline concealing his lithe form. swimming through calm tides on a pleasant summer night, unsuspecting prey too dumb to notice what’s watching them? it’s intoxicating, really. asmodeus finds himself flipping in delighted circles, kicking up the faintest patch of bubbles as he writhes beneath the surface. his eyes emerge from the water to catch another glance. champagne hair clings to his skin as it greets the air. the pair of men begin to wobble towards a dock nearby. from this angle, so far away from their peers on land, it will be hard to watch their bodies disappear into the water. asmodeus can have fun with these two. maybe he can drag one under the surface in silence and watch as the other man fumbles around looking for his companion. or maybe he could lure them both out into the water with a well-timed call for help, so innocent and frail, only to snatch their fleshy bodies into the depths and watch as the oxygen leaves them in panicked bubbles, desperate cries yearning for air– 

light. bright. asmodeus flinches hard, unaware of what this blinding sensation is. white clouds his vision, colors dancing as his eyes attempt to understand what curse has befallen them. asmodeus squints into the luster, fumbling blindly as he grabs at the rugged shoreline to steady himself, desperate to regain his bearings. 

there is a human woman watching him. 

a few yards away, crouched defenselessly on the rocks, stares another face back at him. soft. sunkissed. skin seemingly warm and blemished by the elements above water. startled. connected to some strange beacon of light near your head, which is blinding him. he’s conscious enough to see your eyes sweep over his face. then, they grow wider as the light sweeps over his lower half. 

traditionally tanned skin is translucent and almost sickly. where ears would sit on a human frame, instead is lined with flexible fins shying from the light. shimmering scales splatter across his cheeks like freckles, dancing together as they wind down the gills flaring on his neck. his mouth is open in surprise, the ‘o’ of his pale lips revealing sharp, menacing fangs glinting back at you. he watches as the light– and your gaze, oh how frightened– shifts to illuminate his lower half. the scales gather down his toned torso, blockading the skin at his waist as they become a long, muscular tail. his fins flutter under the surface of the water.

before you is a startled siren. 

a deep sense of panic rises within him. if he was to indulge in his savage instincts, as every cell in his body begs of him to avoid the probability of a painful death, he would leap forward and yank you into the depths. you don’t look all that capable. surely, even if he is not the strongest of merfolk, he could ensnare you without much trouble? but a voice in the back of his head tells him to use his strengths. after all, asmodeus is no simple mermaid. where others must rely on the grace of their land-dwelling kin to save themselves, asmodeus is blessed with the gift of charm. allure. 

of song. 

despite the burn of his eyes under the scrutiny of pale, heavenly light emanating from beside you, asmodeus puts on his most charming closed-lip smile. he raises a webbed hand to shield himself from the shine of your mysterious beacon– light trickles through the skin between his fingers, but the shape of his hand creates a shadow that allows him to gain his bearings. human and mer languages have diverged over generations. asmodeus knows he cannot communicate with you, lure you in with a silver tongue and promises not to hurt you. human sounds are so round and elongated. to you, the sound of his vocalizations must be nothing more than chirps and clicks. nevertheless, he uses them. 

‘hi, human lady. i’m sorry. i didn’t want you to have to die.’

you don’t react. asmodeus wonders if you’re paralyzed with fear. your body is stiff, eyes blown wide as you track his movements. he shoves off the shoreline and disappears into the water. when he re-emerges, though, you’ve regained some semblance of life. you scuttled back just enough to sit on your haunches, gripping the pebbles beneath you for stability. asmodeus knows that he’ll replay the movement in his mind later, long after your body’s gone cold and sunk beneath the waves. maybe he’ll take you back with him, stash your body in a cave away from his brothers and admire the way nature runs its course on your carcass. after all, humans are so interesting. 

asmodeus opens his mouth, and from beneath the murky waters, a glow begins to form. it starts from within him, a bright blue forming within his sternum, illuminating his ribs and cartilage as it grows. the color grows warmer as it pulses down his arms. soft, radiant, morphing into a pinkish glow racing under his skin like blood in his veins. light moves up into his throat. the glow leaks from his gills, spills from his lips as it morphs into a bright, angry orange. his eyes are consumed with the same molten hue. generations of desperate survival form into a curse so potent that it spills from his body, leaking like arsenic into the waters around him. 

a haunting melody begins to fall from his lips. 

maybe his ancestors knew the words of the hymn he sings. but they’re long gone now, only remembered through the innate sense of fear their songs bring him. he should feel powerful. instead, asmodeus feels afraid. his eyes are blinded by the light coming from within. he cannot cry out, nor can he stop himself once the song starts. it’s like possession, in a sense– asmodeus is no longer himself but rather a vessel for millennia of torment from the frigid, lifeless depths below. notes swell and rise before retreating like ocean waves, enticing vulnerable prey to come forward and seek their demise with open arms. the melody is shrill, haunting, ariose like a choir of voices reaching a fever pitch. asmodeus has always been known amongst his brothers for having the most potent siren’s song. he’d once lured sailors to their deaths several knots away, back when the deadly had free roam of the seas. 

his vision begins to clear, night piercing through the light like pinpricks until his line of sight is whole again. his arms preemptively open, grasping outwards for the warm body entering his arms, actin as your lifeline for just a moment until he pulls you under to your watery grave, watching the panic set in as you–

–... remain seated, horrified, watching him from the rocks. 

he blinks. maybe his waterlogged eyes are deceiving him? but you stare back with the same stupid expression he’s surely wearing, like a funhouse mirror distorting his fear back at him. 

for the first time in his long, long life, asmodeus has failed to charm a human. the siren’s song written deep in his bones has fallen short. he watches you with the same mix of confusion just as you do him. for several moments, the waters and land are both still. but the sound of distant voices makes his fins shiver involuntarily, the first reminder of the very real, very dangerous situation asmodeus has found himself in. humans are not supposed to know of the existence of merfolk. this human before him was supposed to die, but there you are, alive and well, resistant to the one surefire weapon he’s had at his disposal all his life. now more humans are coming his way, drawn like moths to the lights he’d displayed moments ago. his throat begins to close in panic. you shift forward onto your hands and knees to reach out to him just as he backs away into the water. his head is on a swivel, eyes darting around. they’re coming. the people. the people who shouldn’t know he exists– you shouldn’t be alive to know he exists– and their voices are growing louder–

it takes only one kick of his powerful tail to send him disappearing into the water below. he doesn’t look back, doesn’t falter as he dives deep enough to feel some semblance of safety as the pressure increases in the depths. he swims as fast as his body can take him to the aquatic entrance of the gulf. the anxiety thrumming in his chest fizzles the further away he gets, settling into his gut like stone. 

only when he’s a few knots away does he dare to peak out of the water and look behind him. the lights on the horizon have disappeared, leaving a gloomy darkness in their wake. something small dots the edge of the cliffs, at the furthest peak towards the edge of the ocean. in his mind’s eye, asmodeus imagines it to be your figure, staring out at the open water in search of the creature that evaded you just as you had him. maybe you’re curious about what lurks in the depths. 

or maybe you’re warning others of the beast you found. maybe you’re lining up hunters to eradicate every mer unfortunate enough to cross your path. the thought makes asmodeus’ chest tight– he banishes that thought from his mind as he sinks into the depths once more. 

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October, Louise Glück

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Louise Glück, "The Burning Heart"

[sweetbrier2908]

so i made a few edits on this little piece on ao3 and i decide that i will repost it on tumblr because why not? i genuinely love this piece a little bit too much, may post it 100 times a day if i can. so please enjoy. reblogs and comments are appreciated. really. thank you for reading!

you never say "i love you".

you can't.

not to them.

it almost slips out of your mouth sometimes.

like when lucifer gives you a kiss on the forehead while seeing you off at the front door.

like when mammon drags you to his bed after a long long day and gosh, his hug is a little too familiar for you to not push him away and cruelly tell him that you have to go home, this is not your home.

like when levi shows you his newest merchandise with those sparkling eyes and you just sit here watching him screaming non-stop about how hard to get this merchandise and how much he wants you to be the first one to see it.

like when you and satan wander around the town and he introduces you to every stray cat you two meet on the way with such an enthusiastic and loving voice and it never fail to surprise you how quick he gets along with all the cats.

like when asmo takes you out for shopping and keeps holding your hand like he was scared that you're going to get lost, i am much more familiar with devildom than you, you tease. but i can't risk losing my favorite jewel in the crowds, can i?, he replies when intertwining his fingers with yours.

like when beel tries to restrain his hunger just to save you the last bite of his favorite dessert and happily splits it into two only after you reassure him that you're not hungry, but still, he wants to share it with you.

like when belphie asks you to watch the astronomy show with him and falls asleep half way and uses your laps as his pillow while you're caressing his hair.

like all the damn time they whisper "i love you" to you.

do you love them? you' have been asking yourself that question for a long time, since you came to this world, this timeline. from the outside, they look exactly your demons. of course, silly you, of course they look the same, you know they are still your demons. lucifer is still an arrogant asshole, mammon is still your greedy golden retriever, levi is still that shut-in but not shut-down otaku, satan - well, satan is still trying figuring himself out, asmo still says that he loves himself more than anyone else (which his family know too well that is such a lie because he loves them so much he once gave up his angelic beauty), beel is still the family sweet heart and belphie is still the spoiled brat of the family. they're still they. the demons you love. they still call themselves "family". it's just that - you're not a part of that family anymore. are you?

reality hits you hard. every single damn time. you wake up everyday and you're not in that room with a fucking tree as your bed post. you wake up everyday and the kitchen is cold because solomon always wakes up late and you two don't have a thing called "breakfast duty". you wake up everyday and the house is quiet, and people call this place "cocytus hall" and not "house of lamentation". you wake up everyday and you ask yourself, is it okay if you loved them?

even it's a different timeline, even when you don't belong here, even maybe that they're not your demons? you love them.

but you can't say that. you can't say that when you are going to leave them sooner or later. you can't say that when you only accepted to be their attendant and spend time with them in order for you to return to your world. you can't say that when you know all too well that they are going to get mad, they are going to lock you and maybe kill you because the only thing that you did up until now is using them and hurting them. how can they accept that truth? how can you tell them you did all of that just so you can comeback to a world that they will forget about you and not because that you have already loved them so much, you would risk everything you have just so they could be happy in this cruel timeline?. you can't.

because there are the demons who desperately waiting for you to come back to them as much as you desperately waiting for time to come back.

because you love the demons in your own world a little too much for you to say that you love any different versions of them.

because maybe you love those demons whose voices and faces and personalities are so familiar that you don't want them to dive deeper in this.

because you're going to hurt them again and again until their hearts are all bleeding and their souls are dead.

because they will forget abut you when you leave. because you do love them, every version of them, you love them, in every world that they exist.

so you can't say "i love you".

but it almost slips out of your mouth sometimes.

[sweetbrier2908]

lucifer's eyesight is 10 out of 10. not because he is not an old man, but because he's a demon and a demon or any supernatural creature you'll find in this world will not need a pair of glasses to improve their eyesight.

"i wonder how you look with glasses, i bet you look good", you said it one time, while you two were out doing shopping and passed through an optical shop. why would they even sell glasses here anyway?

"we demons don' t need glasses", he explained. he would never admit that he, the avatar of pride himself, need glasses. even when a demon has a bad eyesight, their eyes are still a million times better than a human.

"do elderly always wear glasses, to be more, you know, their age?"

your conversation left at that, you never mention it again and you realized at some point age was truly a sensitive problem with both lucifer and solomon.

time flies and you have to come back to your world, quickly forget about the glasses thing. and you thought this time there might be no reencounter whatsoever. but thank god and here he is, in your world, under the sunlight, with a pair of glasses sits firmly on his face.

"so you still need glasses to protect you from sunlight?"

"no, it's for reading"

[sweetbrier2908]

this slowly becomes my favorite headcanon of all time and i'm not even a lucifer stan omy the way this old man grow on me

[hashbrownswift]

Her name was Kitty made her money being pretty and witty

[istillgotlove]

actually romantic taylor swift is just going "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid"

[wildfloweronwheels-deactivated2]

It’s not until I get to the end of the album that it hits me. This is the first time ever I haven’t heard Taylor Swift wonder if she’s enough. Not on a single song. She’s not dreaming of running away, hatching escape plans or making herself small. Twisting herself into knots, worried about being seen not as something shiny and new but as a woman, when the lights go down. She isn’t worried about news cycles or legacy or ageing out. She knows who she is – the motherfucking showgirl. And there’ll never be another like her. Besides, she’s not going anywhere.

An extract from my review of The Life of A Showgirl that I'm really fucking proud of and hope you all read and share with every Taylor fan in your life x

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is now a good time to tell you all that I spent an embarrassing number of years think the lyrics to the way I loved you were "got away my soul mistake" instead of "got away by some mistake"

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@iftye Alice, our dream has come true

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I feel like I can safely say that no one expected her to play Paris a second time

[soberqueerinthewild]

I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I wrote down our song // those other girls, yeah they’re beautiful, but would they write a song for you? // the girl in the dress wrote you a song // oh my god she’s insane, she wrote a song about me // is that a bad thing to say in a song?