3. Mammon
From this prompt list by @obeymetournaments !!
THIS TOOK FOREVER but I'm kinda proud of it ?? I've had this idea in my head forever, dame Mammon makes me insane, and I just love Mammon so much
just imagine after the ceremony and you congratulate him with a kiss....or two... Or three- Who's keeping track?
fellow Mammon lovers I hope I did him justice 🥹
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DAY 3
I used a pose ref from pinterest
I also made this on flip a Clip 💀
I also made it messy- but I’m tired so it’s okay
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DAY 3 is a bit different than the last two. I've been wanting to do a little fic for Mammon based on this song for a LONG time, so what better time than now? That being said though, I'm very attached to the way I format chats in fics and it's not very Tumblr-friendly, so here's a little excerpt and you can find the whole fic on Ao3!
Find the prompt list HERE.
── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ──
DAY 3
Prompt: Mammon
C/W: Light violence (not inflicted on MC and not applicable to this excerpt), smoking
Additional Tags: song fic, pining Mammon, human world, gender neutral MC
“You know what’s silly?”
Mammon let his head loll against the headrest of the seat, his heart skipping a beat as the golden rays of sun pierced the passenger window and lit your hair on fire. He didn’t bother hiding his goofy grin. “What?”
“I was expecting the Lexura,” You giggled, waving your hands at the incredulity. “But that wouldn’t make much sense, would it? What were you gonna do? Tape a fake license plate to the bumper? A plastic jaguar to the hood?”
He was quiet for a moment. Flicking his cigarette out the open window that allowed the evening breeze to prick his neck in the most delightful way, he considered, “Do ya think that would work?”
“Dressing a car up to resemble a finer model by taping a kids’ figurine to the hood? No, I don’t think so.” Your laughter was a balm on his sore heart, soothing that old wound that threatened to burst open at the threat of your absence.
You looked so pretty, lounging in the passenger seat with your fingers tapping the armrest that hugged the door. Your sneakers danced upon the dashboard, following the rhythm of the song buzzing from the radio. Mammon was glad that the theater had been so empty for the matinee viewing. Having the parking lot to themselves post-movie felt like a private little bubble in space-time. There was something about exiting a cinema that made one drowsy, regardless of time. It wasn’t quite night, yet. Later than afternoon, for sure.
Only a couple hours left.
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FULL FIC HERE
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