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Well now I’m wondering how Mammon even discovered he could talk to crows after the fall. It could have been an emotional moment where he was venting out his frustrations with his new life, and some crows flew over and lend an ear. It could have been a funny moment where he fell down and a flock started laughing at him. It could have been a bit of both, who knows?
It's hard.
But he doesn't know what's harder.
His aching body, twisted to form something wholly new?
Or the gaping hole that Lilith left behind.
The searing anger of their newest family member.
Or Lucifer's suffocating self-hatred.
The screams of his little brothers as they jolt out of another nightmare.
Or the burning of his eyes as he sacrifices another night of sleep to stay vigilant by their sides.
The old-new-stronger urge for more, more, more.
Or the eternally dark skies and sneers of creatures he'd once mercilessly ploughed through.
It'll get better, he thinks. One day it'll get better. But today. Today it's hard.
So he jumps out a window.
It might be selfish. It definitely is selfish. He needs to get back in there. He needs to keep them all together while they find themselves.
But. But he just wants this time. This five minutes to himself where he can finally grieve. This five minutes to himself where he doesn't have to pretend he's strong. This five minutes to himself where he can break apart before he has to wipe away any lingering tears and pull up a grin and rally the others.
So he jumps out a window.
He fucks up the landing. Put off balance by the slim black leathery wings when he had been expecting large fluffed up white ones.
That's already a silver lining, as off putting as it is. No more preening and much more inconspicuous, probably faster too if he had the chance to test it out.
But he doesn't. Not right now, at least.
Instead he wonders out further into the castle grounds away from his messed up, broken family, away from the too cheerful Prince and his creepy butler.
He eventually plops down under an old dead tree - something you'd never find up there where everything and everyone had to be perfect or else.
He breathes through his nose and stares up at the sky. Another silver lining. The night sky was ethereal.
A shuffling by his side has him jolting, fight or flight kicking in until he makes eye contact with a large black bird, its dark beady little eyes staring up at him.
He's seen them before of course. They seem to litter both the Devildom and the human world.
He sits back down. Watching warily as it hops closer and caws at him - loud and obnoxious.
Asmo would say that he sounded the same and the thought startles him enough that it makes him laugh. It's been the first time he's laughed since even before the Fall and it's because of a stupid fucking bird.
He tells the bird as much and it cocks its little head at him. It's almost cute.
Maybe it's because he hasn't had a chance to talk about it yet. Maybe it's because he's been so focused on holding everyone else together he's forgotten to patch up his own cracks. But he starts talking. He starts talking and he can't stop until his voice his hoarse and his cheeks are wet and the bird has moved closer, head nestled under his palm.
" 'rry," he says once he's calmed down enough, staring down at those little eyes that had never shifted from his face, "ya prob'ly didn't wanta hear all that. But thanks for listenin'."
"Damn, Bro. That really fucking sucks," says the crow.
Mammon shrieks.
Once an Angel, now a Demon, Mammon discovers a new ability.
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I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)
Bunny Lucifer
Okay so final thoughts after this disaster:
- They should abolish the jury entirely. They clearly have no idea what they're doing or what the public actually wants.
- Bring the random running order back. Acts should get to pick their numbers again instead of just first and second half to avoid the clear bias the EBU has towards the Nordic countries, and Sweden in particular. Loreen placed second in her semi final with less points than Teya & Salena did in theirs and they got fucked over with the 1st position while Loreen got the 9th position. If she's so good, she should have been able to win from the first or second spot. Stop the fucking bias.
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I tried to scroll past this. I really did
white people in ukraine are actively pulling poc (asians, africans, middle easterners) off of escape transportation to make room for more white people. that needs to be recognized as a war crime and i’m so, deeply serious.
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posting this before i stare at it so much that i hate it
wc : 0.8k
warnings : mentions of blood, brief depictions of war
synopsis : He remembers you.
There was yelling. Ear-piercing screams, angry shouts, betrayal-dripping words. Celestia didn’t look beautiful anymore. Not when there was blood and feathers scattered across the ground, spears and arrows flying, swords clashing. Not now.
Celestia was hideous right now— disgusting, disgraceful. Standing on the red stained grass had you feeling nauseous until you saw him.
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while trying to flee ukraine, poc (asians, africans, middle easterners) are reporting actively being pulled off of escape transportation to make room for more white people at the polish border. poland is refusing to accept poc as refugees period to, again, make room for more white people. it’s also being reported that Ukrainian policeman are becoming physically violent with black people trying to flee. all of this needs to be recognized as a war crime and i’m so, deeply serious.
source 1 • source 2 • source 3 (originally provided by @wheresthewater)
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