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"Was that... her royal highness, the Queen? I didn't believe B when she said she spoke to a tall, blonde woman named Lilith, but... Damn."

Ment: @lcftcult

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"Just as ditzy as the best of them, that Aspen."

If only he knew the truth.

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"I understand how the princess feels. I don't have enough fingers to count out the number of times I've been called 'twink'. Imps are short, and I might not look super strong, but these clothes are a bit deceiving, I'll be honest. Still doesn't stop the mean comments."

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@out-of-heaven-and-hell

"Nah, I'm... I'm still... hung over from earlier today. I usually slam down an entire -- B-UGH -- bottle of... of wine, on this day... every year. Unfortunately, I woke up... when I wanted to be comatose... so... Silver lining, though. I'm glad... that at the very least, I don't remember his... his fuckin' birthday. Fucker... certainly didn't care for mine. You got, uh... water?"

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Matt is now singing in a really loud and obnoxious way as he lays there on his Hotel bed, booze bottle in hand, to the lyrics of an old Lily Allen song. He's very clearly shitfaced.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU VERY, VERY MU-U-U-U-UUUUCH! 'CAUSE WE HATE WHAT YOU DO, AND WE HATE YOUR WHOLE CREW, SO PLEASE, DON'T STAY IN TOUCH!"

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If you send "💋", Matt will give you a kiss... maybe.

@starfaite

Meeting Layla was an... enlightening experience, at the very least. Prior to her, he thought he was deathly allergic to all fish. But... she's like, literally a fish. If being near her hasn't made him sick, maybe he's less allergic than he thought... or maybe he isn't allergic anymore, who can say.

Nevertheless, the imp puts his hands on the siren's shoulders, and gives her a deep, loving, straight up kiss on the lips... with tongue, even. He's never been so bold, but... some people just deserve to get kissed on the lips nice and deep.

"Good morning, darling~"

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everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.

if you can’t see the symbol send ‘kiss mark emoji’.

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Real men get bred by big fat demon gock

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"Well, I mean, I don't know what 'grass' has to do with growing weed... Or rather, maybe... I mean, I guess you need money to grow weed, but..."

Matt, no, you're gonna give her a worse headache.

"Waitifgrassdoesntexisthowdoyougrowweed-"

She doesn't like this. She's taking another swig of her drink.

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"Grass? Like... weed? Kush?"

Fuck it, Grass doesn't actually exist in Hell.

"Does grass even exist in hell? I haven't seen it?"

Lord help us all, Vaggie has been drinking.

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“Don’t you dare, for one minute, believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt, and stagger back, wounded and alive, just to hear you call me weak for trying.”

— Ashe Vernon (aka latenightcornerstore), from her poem, Softness, in Words Dance 16.

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“You can surrender without a prayer,      but never really pray without surrendering.           You can fight without ever winning,                but you can never win without a fight.”

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@lcftcult: "Happy Pride, Matty!" Beamed the cat sinner as she wrapped her arms around the Imp's shoulders and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

"Happy Pride, B-- Mmmmph!"

He's definitely not expecting the big kiss on the lips, but he's definitely not complaining, using his arms to hold the cat sinner close and return the kiss passionately.

"Careful... I might just take you back to my room for some special Pride 'celebration'~"

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She'd probably spy the absolute fear in his eyes the moment he sees that spear rear up, and silently uttering the whole 'I have way too many regrets' thing to himself as he's wholly prepared to die...

Until the pommel of her spear conks him on the head, and Matt lets out a pained cry as he stumbles over, only barely keeping balance.

Of course, the moment awareness comes back, he's down on his knees, face to the floor, apologizing.

"I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again, I swear! I'd never do anything to disrespect you on purpose... Honest."

"....yeah, that'll do it." Welp, she can't feel any possible guilt after this at least. He did ask for it.

Vaggie raises her weapon. It looks like she might actually stab him, but instead, she switches it around at the last minute. Using the blunt-non-stabby part of her spear to SMACK right against the top of his head.

Not hard enough to crack his skull or anything but enough to give a concussion at least.

"Don't do it again."

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@out-of-heaven-and-hell (Vaggie)

"I mean, uh..."

For some reason, talking to her was like a 'deer in the headlights' moment for man like him. Might as well admit his follies, as minor or major as they might be. He couldn't lie to this moth even if he wanted to.

And he doesn't.

"I went walking back to my room the other day, and absolutely caught a glimpse of something I shouldn't have when I passed by your room. The door was cracked, so I got a bit nosy and peeked in. But the moment I realized I saw you, I ran. I'm sorry, ma'am. The intrusive thoughts won out, but I didn't see anything other than your face... I think."