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god I hate doing this but phone bill is coming out earlier than expected (thanks mint. very cool.) and mom and I already have an almost $200 light bill to split so...

The phone bill is $150 but hell even just half of that could help

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god I hate doing this but phone bill is coming out earlier than expected (thanks mint. very cool.) and mom and I already have an almost $200 light bill to split so...

The phone bill is $150 but hell even just half of that could help

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Hey guys you fave local aroace enby got fired

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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火 ૮₍๑⌓̈๑₎ა（╹◡╹）火

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Or how about you could do a story about Spinner or Shigaraki (one of them) where Reader is having a bad day so they comfort her, by having her in his arms while he is playing a video game?

A/N: I'm gonna use this as a chance to continue my mission to update all my wattpad books, so Shiggy it is lol. I just wrote some fluffy comfort stuff, hope you enjoy

"Stop squirming" Shigaraki hissed as you tried to find a more comfortable position.

You were once again bothering him while he was gaming. He was sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the end of the bed, and you were sitting between his legs and moving around, which was making it hard to focus. It was nice to have you there, he liked having you close, but it also annoyed him that you were getting in the way of his game.

"Why are you here anyway?" he asked as you finally settled.

"I missed you, and just wanted to be with you" you sighed tiredly.

"Fine, but if I lose this round, I'm blaming you" he scoffed.

You were well aware he wasn't the most affectionate person, at least if he was the one who had to give affection. He didn't seem to mind being on the receiving end of it. You were just sitting there, leaning your back against his chest. You could feel the rhythm is his breathing against your back, and heard him quietly cursing under his breath when the game didn't go as he wanted.

"If you have something to say, just say it" Shigaraki said, as you wondered if you should tell him about how your day had gone.

You chuckled, maybe he was more observant than you'd thought.

"I just had a bad day, Toga got hurt because of me and I feel bad about it"

"I swear, you're such a fucking weirdo. Why would you care if she got hurt? It's not like she died"

"But it was my fault, I cut her accidentally when she got in my way" you argued.

"That little vampire freak is fine, she's probably just glad she got cut" Shigaraki growled as the round ended with his loss. "Damn it"

"But-"

He lightly threw the controller to the side and wrapped his arms around you, cutting you off by hugging you tightly.

"Don't argue with me" he whispered in your ear.

His breath on your ear made you giggle, and you tried to escape his grasp, which he most certainly did not let you do. Shigaraki was probably right, but you still felt bad about hurting Toga. Not as bad as before, but still. You stopped squirming and just relaxed in his arms.

"You okay now?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah, I'm fine" you chuckled. "Can I just stay here for a while, with you?"

"I guess that's fine" he sighed and rolled his eyes, but he was glad you wanted to stay.

He would gladly hold you as long as you wanted to.

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i hate this drawing because i was testing new brushs 😓🦧 AAAAAH

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guess who finally regained access to this account after their primary got a false termination 🦭

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Btw guys, I do actually like Asmodeus. 1 little in character throw away line thrown in as a joke to lighten the mood in a vent fic of all things is not the end all be all of that person's opinion on that character.

As a writer I've started writing solely for myself. Meaning that while I do write character/reader fics I'm writing them mostly from my own POV, and I myself have a tendency to make jokes and jabs at things and people I like. I do wanna steer away from that Reader insert style of writing eventually but it's hard to break that habit after writing reader insert for 5+ years in another fandom that wasn't even reader fic focused.

Also, how are you gonna lie to yourself that Asmodeus isn't perverted. He is. And there's nothing wrong with that, especially since he often stops when told to. He's a lot more than that though, like kind and caring and gentle, but if you think he wouldn't make at least one comment about you being naked in front of him even in a serious moment then I don't think you care his character as much as you claim you if you just want to cherrypick the parts of him you do like and ignore the rest.

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Jumpluff + Shiny Jumpluff

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Look I know people dunking on your faves sucks but Asmodeus is a pervert. Is that all he is? No, absolutely not. Doesn't mean he doesn't make my ace leaning ass who sees him in a purely platonic light uncomfortable in game sometimes though.

The wonderful thing about the internet is you can choose to hit the back button! Block buttons also exists! Have a wonderful night

Vent fic bc I was all up in my head last night.

"Hey, human? You in there?" Mammon knocks on the bathroom door a few times, but not loudly, like he normally would. It's a gentle knock, accompanied by a gentle tone, "Ya been in the shower over an hour now. Do I gotta come getcha or something?"

There's a long pause.

“The door is unlocked.” You reply, “You can come in. The shower door is closed.”

Mammon seems surprised by your answer, but slowly turns the knob. The faint sound of the shower raining down on you gets louder as he opens the door and steam from the room hits his face. He steps into the bathroom, the mirror and shower door are both foggy from the hot water, mostly hiding your silhouette, but he can tell you're sitting on the shower floor with your back to the showerhead.

“Human… you ok?”

“Yeah.”

“Don't lie to me… we both know you're a terrible liar.”

You stay silent for a brief moment, “I don't get how you guys do it…” You finally speak.

“Do what?” He asks.

“All of it. Everything.”

He stares at the foggy shower door, still not quite understanding what you mean.

“You go to RAD, you work part-time jobs, and you go out and enjoy the day. All of that was hard enough for me back on Earth, but here? It's damn near impossible!”

He leans against the sink, “You sayin’ this is too much for you?”

“Yes.”

“Ha! I figured a regular human would crack eventually.” He smirks.

“Mammon I'm not exactly a regular human…”

“Whatcha mean by that?” 

“Mammon I'm disabled.”

His smirk falls, “Huh? Wait… you are? What the hell?! Why didn't you mention this before? Does Lucifer know?”

“I don't know. And I didn't mention it because…”You stop suddenly. 

“Because?” He raises a brow.

“Because it's easier for people to think you're just useless because you're lazy… it comes with less pity.” You say, disdain dripping in your tone.

Have people told you that? That you're useless? That you're a pitiful creature because of something you can't help?

“Hey!” He shouts, banging a fist on the shower door causing you to startle, “Do not talk about yourself like that, ok?” His lips are pressed into a thin line. Is that how you view yourself? That's bullshit! You're not useless! Not to him. Not to any of the brothers. His fist slowly lays flat out on the door as he presses his palm against it, “Do you really think if any of that were true that The Great Mammon would bother watchin’ over you?” He says with a slight blush.

You look up at Mammon's hand splayed firmly on the glass. You start to slowly get up and press your hand against it on the other side, “Hey Mammon?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” You speak softly.

“Tch, don't think anything of it. I'm just lettin’ you know the truth. You're not a useless human just cause you can't do some things some other humans can. No one in this house would dare to think that about my human!” He removes his hand, a blush still dusting his cheeks as he sees your hand against the glass too. As you start to remove your own hand his cheeks grow redder as the handprints have wiped some of the fog and he can see your face looking back at him while you're absolutely drenched.

And… naked…

His eyes wander for a split second before going back to your face. He turns his head away and raises a hand to shield his face, “Ah! I didn't see anything!” He says almost too quickly.

“Haha. It's alright Mammon, I trust you. I know you're not gonna make this weird like Asmo would.”

His blushing only gets worse. You… trust him? He smiles faintly at that thought. His human actually trusts him. He's ecstatic! He glanced back over, “Yeah? I-I mean yeah! Of course I'm not gonna be weird. Uh… anyway, you almost done in there? Lucifer's gonna have a cow if you raise the water bill all by yourself in there.”

“Yeah, I'm done. I already washed off… I just needed to have the hot water on me for a while is all. Eases the pain a little.”

He walks over to the towel rack and grabs you a couple of towels as he hears you turning the water off. “Hey. Slide the door open a little bit and I'll hand you some towels.”

“Ok.” You slide the door just a crack and reach your arm out. He hands you the towels, looking away with red dusted cheeks. You wrap a towel around your body, then place the other on your head to dry your hair. You open the door all the way and step out to see Mammon at the bathroom door with his arms crossed and his back to you.

“You're gonna tell me all the details of your disability tonight! The Great Mammon needs to know these things so he can make sure ya stay alive for the whole year ya know!?” He huffs, trying to hide the fact that he actually cares and wants to help make accommodations for you to the best of his ability. 

You nod, “Ok, I'll tell you. It might make things easier here too. I mean… you guys seem pretty lost on what an abled human can handle.” You laugh.

“Hey! We're learning here!” He huffs again.

“I know.” You smile and place a hand on his back and pat it, sending a shiver down his body, “Thanks Mammon.”

“... Don't mention it.” He smiles.

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Mi menso

Mammon-OM!

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I got to draw some solo Mammon for a comm recently hehe (〃ﾉωﾉ)💛💛💛

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The Greatest Gift Of All | Mammon x Reader

1.1K+ words | GN! Reader | Established Marital relationship | CW: none

Mammon was over the moon excited. More excited than he’d ever been before. That’s because this Christmas he got you all to himself. Or at least for the beginning of it, after that, it was off to his brothers’ place and then to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

But he ignored this fact in favor of continuing the day jovially.

He hummed happily as he fiddled with the tree ornaments and smiled to himself as he arranged the gifts he’d gotten you for the umpteenth time.

You mixed the cocoa powder into your drink as you listened to the crinkling of the wrapping paper and Mammon’s tiny grunts as he stretched to reach under the tree for the bows that fell off.

He clicked his tongue and looked at his work as you walked in with two mugs of hot chocolate.

His eyes lit up in delight and he ran over to you, quickly chugging the hot chocolate and setting it aside to hug you.

“Careful, the chocolate,” you squeaked and he laughed and blew into your neck, eliciting more squeals from you as he spun you around and set you down.

You immediately set the hot chocolate down and sighed in relief nothing had spilled. You were astounded how easily Mammon had chugged his down considering the amount of steam that’d come from it, but this was one thing that made it clear he was a demon. Another thing was his wings flapping, proof of his joy as he clung to your side.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he repeated giddily as he kissed your neck again and again.

He held your hand and traced his finger across the golden band on your finger.

This Christmas was extra special because it was your first holiday together as a married couple. Last Christmas Eve you had proposed to him. Today was the anniversary of that proposal and Mammon wanted it to be as special for you today as it had been for him back then.

He lead you to your couch covered in comfortable pillows and Christmas stuffies. He brought you a warm woven blanket as soon as you sat down and he jumped beneath it as soon as you were settled.

In front of you, the fire crackled and you rested your head against his shoulder, his face turned a dark red as if he weren’t used to this already. It was cute how every touch felt like the first time with him, tsunderes really were the best.

He handed you the tv remote and you turned the Christmas music off so you could hear the tv. You skipped through the channels and eventually tuned into a streaming service to find a Christmas movie Mammon hadn’t seen with you yet. He was always so happy to be introduced to a new one.

“What’s that one? What’s that one?” He asked, gripping your hand and pointing at the TV.

“Which one?”

“Go back, go back. No. Right there, yeah!”

“Scrooged?”

“Yeah, the guy with the bad haircut.”

“It’s like a retelling of the Christmas carol,” you giggled remembering what had happened when you’d gone with him and his brothers to see the play.

“Pfft. That was a great play. So what this is like a modern one or somethin?”

“Yeah. You know what this’ll be great for you,” you decided as a big focus of this movie was the downfall of greed.

Mammon’s greed didn’t decrease after marriage. He was more careful with money since he didn’t want to put you in a bad situation but the greed had faltered in him otherwise. If anything it was worse, at least when it came to you.

As the movie began Mammon laughed at the many despicable things the main character got into like shoving an old woman out of a taxi. The insufferability of the character was laughable but Mammon was very invested and somewhat worried he came across the same way.

You patted his head and made sure he knew his greed wasn’t on this level—somehow—as the avatar of greed…

The movie credits rolled, jovial music resounding in the modest home you shared and Mammon damn near had tears in his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“That was great…” he said and you snuggled into his side.

Mammon checked the clock, it was only ten. Normally a night like this should be spent partying, most of his brothers were, but they allowed him a rain check so they wouldn’t have to see him kissing you all night.

“Man, I’m not tired at all, let’s watch another movie,” he suggested and you nodded and asked him to grab you some sugar cookies you’d hidden in a jar.

He was munching on one of them when he brought you the entire jar and you playfully rolled your eyes as he snuggled back in for another movie.

After watching the Polar Express which he got weirdly excited for, he checked the clock again and his grin grew half the size of his face.

He turned to you bouncing in excitement and you cocked your head in curiosity, knowing he was up to something.

He chuckled somewhat evilly and dove under the Christmas tree like an excited cat. You snorted and took a secret shot of it before quickly hiding your phone away.

“It’s time!” He declared, lifting a box in the air with a big red bow.

“Oh?” You laughed and he nodded firmly.

“Last year, at this time, you made me the happiest demon in the three worlds! In our vows, I made you the promise I’d always do the same, and I meant it!” He declared and got on one knee in front of you.

“Open it, open it,” he ecstatically urged and you giggled and tore off the paper, heart beating quickly.

You gasped in delight and opened the small velvet boxes.

Matching diamond studded rings. You couldn’t fathom the price of these and looked wide-eyed at Mammon who gave you a triumphant smirk.

“How? How did you-“ you stuttered.

“I saved up! All the way from last Christmas when I tried gettin’ ya the ring first. These are limited edition Devicci rings specifically for couples! Not even Mephistopheles or Diavolo has one of these babies!” He boasted and you set them aside to hug him.

He began blushing profusely and hugged you back with even more force.

“Ya like ‘em?” He asked and you nodded.

“I love them. Because they’re from you,” you responded and he smiled to himself and separated from the hug to look you in the eyes.

“I feel the same way,” he started. “I’ll love anything, as long as it’s from you!”

You sighed in contentment and hugged him again, “You’re the greatest Christmas gift of all my sweet husband.”

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This is my gift for @ravenbc for a secret santa exchange we had! This is my best piece yet because this one was where I try and apply the lighting and shadows to get the semi-realism that I want!

Obey Me helped me to improve my art a lot so I want to make sure my drawings now look just like an official art to make exchange students and myself feel happy and fulfilled.

Don't worry. I would never claim myself to be a part of the Obey Me Team (even though that's just my wishful thinking 😂😭)

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Vent fic bc I was all up in my head last night.

"Hey, human? You in there?" Mammon knocks on the bathroom door a few times, but not loudly, like he normally would. It's a gentle knock, accompanied by a gentle tone, "Ya been in the shower over an hour now. Do I gotta come getcha or something?"

There's a long pause.

“The door is unlocked.” You reply, “You can come in. The shower door is closed.”

Mammon seems surprised by your answer, but slowly turns the knob. The faint sound of the shower raining down on you gets louder as he opens the door and steam from the room hits his face. He steps into the bathroom, the mirror and shower door are both foggy from the hot water, mostly hiding your silhouette, but he can tell you're sitting on the shower floor with your back to the showerhead.

“Human… you ok?”

“Yeah.���

“Don't lie to me… we both know you're a terrible liar.”

You stay silent for a brief moment, “I don't get how you guys do it…” You finally speak.

“Do what?” He asks.

“All of it. Everything.”

He stares at the foggy shower door, still not quite understanding what you mean.

“You go to RAD, you work part-time jobs, and you go out and enjoy the day. All of that was hard enough for me back on Earth, but here? It's damn near impossible!”

He leans against the sink, “You sayin’ this is too much for you?”

“Yes.”

“Ha! I figured a regular human would crack eventually.” He smirks.

“Mammon I'm not exactly a regular human…”

“Whatcha mean by that?” 

“Mammon I'm disabled.”

His smirk falls, “Huh? Wait… you are? What the hell?! Why didn't you mention this before? Does Lucifer know?”

“I don't know. And I didn't mention it because…”You stop suddenly. 

“Because?” He raises a brow.

“Because it's easier for people to think you're just useless because you're lazy… it comes with less pity.” You say, disdain dripping in your tone.

Have people told you that? That you're useless? That you're a pitiful creature because of something you can't help?

“Hey!” He shouts, banging a fist on the shower door causing you to startle, “Do not talk about yourself like that, ok?” His lips are pressed into a thin line. Is that how you view yourself? That's bullshit! You're not useless! Not to him. Not to any of the brothers. His fist slowly lays flat out on the door as he presses his palm against it, “Do you really think if any of that were true that The Great Mammon would bother watchin’ over you?” He says with a slight blush.

You look up at Mammon's hand splayed firmly on the glass. You start to slowly get up and press your hand against it on the other side, “Hey Mammon?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” You speak softly.

“Tch, don't think anything of it. I'm just lettin’ you know the truth. You're not a useless human just cause you can't do some things some other humans can. No one in this house would dare to think that about my human!” He removes his hand, a blush still dusting his cheeks as he sees your hand against the glass too. As you start to remove your own hand his cheeks grow redder as the handprints have wiped some of the fog and he can see your face looking back at him while you're absolutely drenched.

And… naked…

His eyes wander for a split second before going back to your face. He turns his head away and raises a hand to shield his face, “Ah! I didn't see anything!” He says almost too quickly.

“Haha. It's alright Mammon, I trust you. I know you're not gonna make this weird like Asmo would.”

His blushing only gets worse. You… trust him? He smiles faintly at that thought. His human actually trusts him. He's ecstatic! He glanced back over, “Yeah? I-I mean yeah! Of course I'm not gonna be weird. Uh… anyway, you almost done in there? Lucifer's gonna have a cow if you raise the water bill all by yourself in there.”

“Yeah, I'm done. I already washed off… I just needed to have the hot water on me for a while is all. Eases the pain a little.”

He walks over to the towel rack and grabs you a couple of towels as he hears you turning the water off. “Hey. Slide the door open a little bit and I'll hand you some towels.”

“Ok.” You slide the door just a crack and reach your arm out. He hands you the towels, looking away with red dusted cheeks. You wrap a towel around your body, then place the other on your head to dry your hair. You open the door all the way and step out to see Mammon at the bathroom door with his arms crossed and his back to you.

“You're gonna tell me all the details of your disability tonight! The Great Mammon needs to know these things so he can make sure ya stay alive for the whole year ya know!?” He huffs, trying to hide the fact that he actually cares and wants to help make accommodations for you to the best of his ability. 

You nod, “Ok, I'll tell you. It might make things easier here too. I mean… you guys seem pretty lost on what an abled human can handle.” You laugh.

“Hey! We're learning here!” He huffs again.

“I know.” You smile and place a hand on his back and pat it, sending a shiver down his body, “Thanks Mammon.”

“... Don't mention it.” He smiles.