Reblogging For The Important Questions:

My husband is mortified that I wear my dressing gown to take the dogs to poop in the mornings. I have only this to say: if you see my butt when I’m scooping poop, you. are. welcome.

Had to go out and save my cat (from another cat) at 5am this morning wearing my dressing gown, and my neighbour may or may not have seen my butt.

How was your morning?

Okay when we give Mammon the Valentine’s chocolates and he’s like, “you aren’t gonna say something hurtful now, right? Like, pass these on to Levi for me?”

I. DIED.

Baby I could never -

MC: I love you.

Mammon: ... You promise?

Thought The First: Obey Me has ruined The Arcana for me, because every time the devil shows up, I’m like uwu devil daddy let’s make a baby pact

Thought The Second: I would love the demon brothers as Overwatch characters. I imagine Lucifer getting his ultimate, which is him screaming “MAMMOOOON” and just. fucking. shit. up.

Elections are heavy on my mind, last night I had a dream about the outcome ☹️. I'll be doing requests for the next few days to help relax but I've never done them before so beware. If anyone sends some in I'll be making headcannons, shorts, and rambles for all characters in Part 5 jojo, The arcana, and Obey me mainly and some other fandoms in the tsgs.

This chick is about to learn what it means to cross some white trash lady lawyer.

*prepares lock on a sock*

*prepares alienation of affections lawsuit*

*prepares emotional distress lawsuit for Mammon*

She strikes again. Maybe I do wanna meet her, huh?

Me encanta!

If I could draw I’d do Obey Me x my birthplace in Appalachia. Which would be camo pants and a black tank top from Walmart with Tweety Bird and the slogan “Hot Bitch” bedazzled on the front. Also the twins would be fistfighting Mammon for trying to tip a cow, and Asmo would be on one of those portable stripper poles you can attach to the hitch of a truck. Lightweight Satan would be passed out from attempting to drink moonshine. Levi would be failing at Duck Hunt, and Lucifer is just cleaning his gun, muttering under his breath.

Someone please do this. I’m very glad not to live there anymore, but I have a big ole soft spot for glorious, unpretentious trash.

I was born in Ayacucho, this is the clothes that people use in carnivals in Ayacucho.

This is Obey me x Ayacucho's carnivals? Idk! But i love the clothes of my birthplace!

Another story time chiming in:

I prosecute child exploitation cases, so I get a lot of reports from real gross mf’ers. The past month or so, I’ve had a couple cases where people with illegal -material- have also had various Satanist/Wiccan/occult paraphernalia in their houses. The agents I talked to were like, “it’s so weird that these people have this stuff, they must be REALLY messed up if they’re satanists.” And then I whip out my Satanic Temple membership card (because of course I have one, I’m a lefty troll). And I’m like, “oh look, on our membership card it says ‘thou shalt not harm children’, I think I need to report them to the higher ups.”

The look on their face is PRICELESS.

And then I indict the assholes with kiddie pictures, because fuck them, but I find it endlessly amusing to troll stodgy southern American Christians who wither from depictions of Satan like a vampire recoils from garlic.

Story time!

Today at work l got asked the wildest question. Mind you at my job we are like the only ones left in the building so our boss has been real laid back with the dress code, so im able to wear some of my alt. graphic tees. And the one l wore today has a chibi Baphomet in a pentagram that say ‘you have a beautiful soul, give it to me’ And everyone in that office knows that is my aesthetic and normal dress wear, so they are cool with it; I even get asked often if I practiced that religion/witchcraft, of course l leave them running in circles about it haha. But a older coworker comes up to me and this is our convo.

CW: “cool shirt, if you don’t mind me asking but who is that character on it?”

Me: “Oh, its Baphomet!”

CW; “ and where is he from”

Me: *brief pause in my mind* like lol what

Me: “uhhh...hell?”

I mean his name might not as famous as Lucifer Morningstar or Satan, but come on if the beast head/legs/hooves with a humonaid chest doesn’t scream ‘demon’ - like you cant be that shut out that you dont even know, you’re religious too, surely you’ve seen pictures before.

I mean, she might of genuinely not of known 🤣 HAVING SAID THAT THOUGH, speaking from personal experiences, old people just LOVE to question anything "different" about people, and then just give you those judgey eye's because they live for that shit 😂

Old person: I see you have your nose pierced..*those judgemental eye's* back in my day we didn't have that kind of stuff..Good thing too, its strange and unnecessary and doesn't look nice. 😑

Me: Yeah I've got my pussy pierced too Barbara, wanna comment on that while you're at it? 🙄 Fuck off. 😂

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In the immortal words of Queen Bey:

And in the immortal words of JoJo:

LEAVE

GET OUT

I guarantee you I drank Demonus and threw it up later at least weekly when I was a freshman in college.

idk why i always assumed demonus was wine or sth but you’re telling me... it’s jungle juice????????

This has been bothering me since I started playing otome games, especially the Ikemen series (aka “Kidnapping for Fun and Profit Romance”). Why are the MC’s always helpless as shit and/or shaking in their boots as soon as the love interest gets into some kind of scuffle?

My daddy didn’t teach me to throw a haymaker so some malnourished nineteenth-century twat could pick me up and carry me away. When the MC is threatened by an antagonist/random mugger/whatever plot device, I want an option to say, “Bitch I can bench-press you and your Dickensian orphan buddies, go eat whatever sewer rats you use as a protein source and come back to me in a couple months.”

Maybe it’s a cultural thing, and the Japanese market likes their protagonists sweet and innocent, or maybe I’m just white trash, I dunno. Give me an MC who is about to take her earrings off and turn her rings in ‘cause she is gonna step to these fools.

In summary:

This message is for the late night scrollers, the ones who prowl Tumblr late at night for an escape. Looking for those fics that hit just right, that take away the hurt and make you feel like your comfort character is there, beside you, holding you, loving you.

Take a deep breath for me, in and out. They're there. Can you feel them? They know you struggled today and they're so proud of you! They're so happy to see you even if it's only in the dark, when you're hurting, when you need an escape. They treasure these moments with you, breathing in your scent, feeling you. God, how they love you.

I hope you find the story you need. The one that brings you comfort and peace that follows you into your dreams. I hope tomorrow is better then today and that you remember you are loved, even if the only love you can feel is from that fictional character you adore so much.

They believe in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr who's scrolling late at night too.