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[arachnaemboss]

@mexoria, @stardustmcde, @ahelluvahigh, @mercywept, @lcftcult, @primordialruin, @brokendreamscreation, @undead-air & @demonicbroadcast said ... admire!

   HOW  TRULY  FLATTERING!  YOU  all  stroke  at his  ego.

[iikisa]

my.. pinterest… it knows whats up

[lexvesperis]

ves is a bully, nothing new 😞 / @lcftcult .

[indulgentnine]

@lcftcult liked for a starter!

Wandering around Pride and seeing what the Sinners were up to was one of Floo's favorite activities, and today was no different. On her way, weaving between the never-ending entertainment of this part of Hell, she stops suddenly as she spots something fluffy. Oh, how cute!

"Meow meow!" She says immediately before she even approaches the cat demon, finding enjoyment in that it was a rare Sinner she did not have to stare up at, in fact, she was smaller than her! What a treat!

Floo does not even hesitate to let the impulsive thought take over, with her blackened, clawed hands coming to make grabby motions towards this target of hers for the evening.

[hellcab]

Lore Drop! (please gimmie some deets ~lcftcult)

@lcftcult

LORE? How about some LORE from the future!

Roth returns to Hell, after being rescued by Buzz and Guns Akimbo. At this point, Roth is almost near death after being experimented upon by The Ladder, a shadowy agency interwoven in America’s deep state. His arrival was monitored by Palewyrm, a fallen angel turned inquisitor working directly for Satan. A dangerous coward who is committed to demoralizing the lower classes to keep them in line.

After recuperating at the hospital, Roth comes to terms that he’s trapped in Hell forever. Once returning to his apartment, he’s arrested by Hell’s secret police by orders of Palewyrm. Accused of treason for escaping Hell, Roth is soon brought face-to-face with not only Satan, but Lucifer himself. The act of Roth’s escape threatened a treaty with Heaven, that no Sinner could ever escape Hell. Roth's escape directly threatened this treaty. Initially, Roth’s “crime” garnered him fame and sympathy, as people see his act as defiance against the powers-to-be.

Seeing how Roth’s trial could end up backfiring ( just like with Blitz ), Palewyrm creates false evidence to frame Roth as a spy for Heaven. The trick works and Roth is soon vilified by Hell, with even his friend at Gehenna doubting his innocence. Palewyrm goes further, using Roth’s time spent in the asylum as ammunition to further tarnish Roth. He even blackmails his friends at Gehenna to bring false testimony against Roth.

Yet, after everything. After all the lies, Roth is simply “let go” from execution. Instead, his magic, his very power is taken away from him. Roth is reduced, now closer to mortal than demon. Unperson by Hell, Roth has nothing left.

Worse of all, Roth takes out his anger on the few people still in his corner.

Roth feels the same exact way he did back in 1979. A man on the ledge of making a horrible mistake.

[xx3bvvx]

Just some JungRok fluff instead of killing the poor Choi Jung Soo fic because oh man! Can't finish it.

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Choi Jung Soo slumped over his desk, a mountain of paperwork threatening to bury him alive. He had fallen a week behind on his reports and reviews, and the deadline was looming dangerously close. With a groan, he rubbed his temples and glanced over at Kim Rok Soo, who was diligently working on his tasks.

"Rok Soo-ya," Choi Jung Soo called out weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kim Rok Soo looked up from his paperwork, raising an eyebrow. "What is it, Jung Soo?"

Choi Jung Soo straightened up and clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture. "Please, Rok Soo, I need your help. I'm drowning in reports, and I can't catch up on my own."

Kim Rok Soo leaned back in his chair, contemplating the request. "Why should I help you? What's in it for me?"

Choi Jung Soo's eyes widened with desperation. "I'll do anything! Just name it!"

A sly grin spread across Kim Rok Soo's face. "Alright, I'll help you on one condition. You have to pay for my lunch and dinner for the entire week."

Choi Jung Soo's jaw dropped. "A whole week? That's extortion!"

Kim Rok Soo shrugged nonchalantly. "Take it or leave it. I'm not doing all this work for free."

Choi Jung Soo groaned but realized he had no other choice. "Fine, you win. I'll pay for your meals for a week. But you better help me finish all these reports."

"Deal," Kim Rok Soo said, extending his hand.

Choi Jung Soo shook it reluctantly, grumbling under his breath. "You're such a swindler, Rok Soo."

Kim Rok Soo chuckled as he moved over to Choi Jung Soo's desk and started sifting through the paperwork. "It's called knowing my worth. Now, let's get to work."

The two of them worked late into the night, Kim Rok Soo guiding Choi Jung Soo through the maze of reports and reviews. Despite his grumpiness, Choi Jung Soo was grateful for the help. By the time they finished, a significant dent had been made in the paperwork pile.

As they finally packed up to leave, Choi Jung Soo sighed in relief. "Thanks, Rok Soo. I owe you one."

"You owe me lunch and dinner for a week," Kim Rok Soo corrected with a smirk.

Choi Jung Soo rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't get all proud of yourself."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Kim Rok Soo replied, patting Choi Jung Soo on the back. "Come on, let's get some rest. We've got another busy day tomorrow."

With that, the two friends left the office after a tiredful night of paperwork.

[bitchfluencer]

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[demondads]

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"Out, out you buffoonsss, do not crowd her!"

Pentious is always happy to see Black Star, but he quickly found himself herding his Egg Bois away from her first--they were just as eager to say hello, after all.

"Gah, idiots... I apologize, my dear, they are far too enthusiasssstic for their own good! But, as alwaysss, it is an absolute pleasure to see you again!"