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the good place has crossed my dash and I just thought of a really funny au of conformitygate where Mike keeps on figuring out something is wrong and Vecna just keeps crashing out and resetting the timeline.
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the good place has crossed my dash and I just thought of a really funny au of conformitygate where Mike keeps on figuring out something is wrong and Vecna just keeps crashing out and resetting the timeline.
the argument they had before this 🤌🤌
part 2
cant believe he said this. why is no one talking about it??
The Rescue
full Finno under the cut
He-Man: How could you side with him?!
Reader: He said I don't have to work for minimum wage cuz he believes in fair labour laws.
He-Man: ...
He-Man: Okay fair. but what other reasons?
Reader: Freeeee healthcare :]
He-Man: Okay-
Reader: Cuz he steals your health and gives it to me
Skeletor is love, Skeletor is life 🙂↕️
He-Man: how could you side with him?! of all people!?
Reader perched on Skeletor's lap: hey, he said I don't have to work minimum wage because he believes in fair labor laws!
He-Man: ...okay fair, but that's not the only reason, is it?
Reader: of course not, I also get free healthcare :]
He-Man: oh, okay-
Reader: yea, he steals your health and gives it to me
He-Man: WHAT-!
Skeletor: yes, anything for my darling
You eye Mammon as he raises a hand, the twitching tips of his fingers already too close to the book on the table.
"... Mammon."
He immediately snaps back - straightening his posture on the couch - as if he was never near the book to begin with. He even has the gall to whistle and look away.
The book on the table was a cursed book. A book with a curse. A book with a very, very bad curse, if Lucifer's stern warning (before he had stepped out to take a call) had been anything to go by.
'Do not touch the cursed book, Mammon,' you believe Lucifer's exact words had been.
And yet...
"Mammon." You instruct again, eyes not leaving your laptop, which was balanced on your lap. Perhaps it was the pact - or a special kind of over-exposure to Mammon-centric shenanigans - but you didn't even have to see him to know when he was on the verge of making trouble. You look up, and the sight of your demon leaning significantly more in the book's direction than before confirms your special, Mammon-sensitive sixth-sense. "Don't you have anything else to do, othet than look at the book?"
"Nope." He replies, adding a pop to the end of the word. His lips curl into a boyish, barely-innocent grin. "Just get back to your work - nothin' to see here. Nothin' to do but look at Lucifer's super-rare, antique book."
"Super-cursed antique book," you correct.
"Super-rare, worth-lots-of-cash antique book," he corrects back.
A few minutes and stern 'Mammon's later, you think you're finally getting into the groove of your report-writing. The introduction is concise, yet informative. Your conclusions aren't half-bad either; some even corroborated by messages your classmates have been sending in the class group chat. Now - if Mammon could just hold off long enough for you to round off this final page - and let you finish your work ...
...
"... meow."
- and if you could just push through with this tedious writing -
"- mmmrowwwwwwwww..."
- and if someone could just take that damn cat out of the room so you could just concentrate...!
...
... Wait.
...
Cat?
... You don't even need to look. And, yet... you still ask.
"Are you a cat now, Mammon?"
A small, cat-like whine is the only reply. In a weird way, it still sounds exactly like him.
You sigh.
"Did you touch the book, Mammon?"
"What in the blazes - ?" You whip your head around to see Lucifer, arms already crossed, standing by the living room door. You could just see the onset migraine already pounding away in his head. "Didn't I tell you not to touch the book, Mammon?"
"Well," you say, closing your laptop. It wasn't like you were getting anymore work done now. "Telling Mammon 'no' was your first mistake."
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Four is proud to be a short strong man, throwing you off balance. His confidence bleeds out when he picks you up bridal style.