#my fair satan

[momokotuharumaki]

Sacchan got so bullied in this episode and it was pretty funny.

[satans-knitwear]

Me: *trying to show u my nice necklace*

Sabine: GUYS LOOK WHAT I GOT! IT SQUEAKY!

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[gifti3]

well...

congrats to lucifer's overwhelming "win"!

[babacontainsmultitudes]

So it was established in the last episode that Taylor still believes in Santa (tbh I wouldn't be surprised if it's come up prior to this ep too but anyways-) so... Do you think (saint) Nicky been has portalling in every year since the betrayal to sneak in a gift for his son amongst the pile? That Cassandra doesn't even notice because it's just one among the many many presents she herself has bought and wrapped? But every year without fail... Taylor gets one gift that simply says "from: Nick" and well, obviously that has to mean it's from Santa (a conclusion which Nicky expects him to come to, and why he can sign his name at all, though he misses when he could just write "dad"). And one year when he's still quite young, a sleepy little Taylor actually catches Nicky in the act, and Nicky wishes more than anything that he could just *stay*, but instead he only softly tells Taylor to go back to bed, and Taylor thinks that Santa is a lot younger and a bit sadder than he expected, but what's he gonna do- not listen to Santa Claus? So he smiles meekly at the man he does not know to be his father, and hurriedly heads back to his room.

Also yes of course Nicky eats the fucking cookies left out of course he's not gonna pass up on free cookies (which are home-baked to top it off) come on that's a given.

[panthermouthh]

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Based on a recent picture by cemetery_wildlife on instagram :)

[beforeitrains]

I keep thinking about what Tiffany might have been like before she joined the cult. I imagine that she held a day job as an office assistant (boring!), but was also deeply into goth culture and music (it was the late 70s! the rise of the goth rock bands!), maybe even dreaming of becoming a star someday. Lisa and Tiffany met in an underground lesbian bar, where Tiffany was due to play that night. The concert sucked, but Lisa was enchanted with Tiffany's presence and energy. And Tiffany was enchanted, because Lisa was enchanted (it wasn't often that someone took her stage aspirations seriously). Just a week later though, Lisa's new flame stopped answering phone calls. Her apartment was vacated. Rumor had it that Tiffany got kicked out for performing Satanic rituals. So, yeah, as John later told his friend over a tub of ice cream, Lisa really dodged a bullet with that one.

Years later, Lisa had the misfortune of booking a room in the New Haven apartment complex. The place had leaky pipes and the landlord looked like a serial killer. Lisa was about to demand her deposit back, when she noticed a familiar name on one of the mail slots. Tiffany changed. She lost weight, her fancy gothic outfits were nowhere to be seen. Her room smelled like an animal died behind the wall, and she wouldn't shut up about someone called Gary. Leaving her in this state was not an option, so Lisa begrudgingly settled for the room she originally booked. The landlord was happy with her change of heart. He then asked for a month's worth of rent in advance.

John coughed disapprovingly when Lisa told him about the whole ordeal over the phone. He always thought that loud-mouthed scary-looking goth woman wasn't a good match for Lisa. But upon hearing all the enthusiasm and compassion in his friend's voice, he left his opinions to himself.

[hell-propaganda]

The fact that God hasn’t struck me down dead means that he is allowing me to speak. I have an important role in this whole game whether you like it or not. Jesus let Satan say his piece in the desert and try his shot, and today, you’re reading this post

Worship means nothing if it’s your only option

[direwombat]

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here are some really roughly drafted bits from augustine's pov in chapter 2/interlude i.

“Shaw, report.”

Ben groans, and he rakes a hand through his hair and drags it down his face -- something Augustine has noticed he does whenever he feels frustrated or overwhelmed. With a shake of his head, he pulls his radio from his belt. But before he responds, he points to one of the men holding Augustine up. “You. Go get a stretcher.”

“But --” 

“That’s an order,” Ben growls.

The man falls silent, shrinking back as he peels Augustine’s arm from around his shoulders and carefully leans him against the other masked man who helped carry him back to the station. Pain lances through Augustine’s leg and he grits his teeth  as his weight shifts. The man scurries off and disappears inside the main building. 

Ben hisses out a quiet fuck before lifting a finger to the remaining man, motioning for him to wait while he answers his radio. “Ranger’s station is secure,” he says. “No casualties. We’re clear to start receiving shipments.”

“Good work. Stay vigilant. The rogue deputy still hasn't been apprehended.”

Ben’s eyes flick over to Augustine and he bites at his lower lip. Dark brows knit together as a shadow falls over his face, but through the haze of pain clouding his vision, Augustine can’t quite tell what that shadow is. Just that he’s deep in thought. 

Then, Ben’s shoulders slump. “About that, sir…” he breathes deeply and grimaces. “I do have an injured civilian.”

“I fail to see the connection,” the voice on the radio says flatly, and before Ben can respond, it continues, “Kill them. Now isn’t the time for converts.”

“It’s the deputy’s brother, sir.”

“What?”

“I have the deputy’s younger  brother. He’s injured.”

The voice on the radio is quiet for a long time. “Bring him to me.” A beat. “How badly is he injured?”

Ben looks at Augustine’s leg and winces. “I’ve seen worse.” He rubs at his left thigh, the leg Augustine knows is a prosthetic below the knee. “But he does have a bone protruding from his shin.”

“Get him here before he passes out from pain. I want to talk to him.”

“Yes, sir.”

He holds his radio in front of him for a moment, waiting for a response. When there isn’t one, he clips it back to his belt. 

Not long after, the man covered in blood returns with a stretcher tucked under his arm. 

“Get him in a truck,” Ben orders. “ I’m taking him to St. Francis. Brother Jacob wants to talk to him.”

....

“Ben?” [Augustine] rasps. Jesus Christ he’s thirsty. “Ben, what’s going on?”

“Just try to relax, Gus,” he says. He turns the key in the truck’s ignition and pulls out of the ranger’s station. “I’m gonna get you to a doctor. Get that leg taken care of and you’ll be just fine, okay?”

“I’m not --” he sucks in a sharp breath as his leg is jostled by the truck bouncing on the dirt road. “I’m not a vet.” 

“They’re the closest doctors, buddy,” Ben says. “Besides, that doesn’t matter anymore. You’re one of us, now.” 

Augustine’s not entirely sure what that’s supposed to mean. But any anxiety over that is immediately replaced by the sickening realization that he needs to let his sister know that he’s hurt. “I need to call Syb,” he says, suddenly panicking. Shit, she’s gonna be so mad. “She needs to know what’s happened.”

“Easy, easy. We’ll call your sister for you,” Ben reassures him. “We’ll make sure you get to see her, okay? Here --” He reaches behind him, into the backseat where Augustine lay. “Give me your phone. I’ll call her when we get there.” 

Hazily, Augustine nods. Yeah. Syb’s met Ben a few times. She knows him. 

Everything’ll be fine. 

He gingerly fishes his phone from his pocket and pushes it into Ben’s palm. “Lockscreen’s 0967,” he says -- his mama’s birthday. Darkness is starting to creep in at the edges of his vision. 

Ben’s hand retracts with the phone and Augustine assumes he tucks it in a pocket or lets it rest on the passenger seat. “Stay with me, bud,” he says. “Gotta keep conscious. Someone real important wants to speak with you.”

But his eyelids are so heavy and he feels so cold. “Whozit?” he slurs. 

“Someone who’s gonna give you your purpose,” Ben responds.

Augustine hums sleepily. Even in his semi-conscious state he finds the answer bizarrely cryptic coming from a man he knows to be brutally direct. But that encroaching darkness blankets his vision before he can ask any more questions.

He falls into it, and his pain disappears.

[candyskiez]

will never not find it mildly amusing that kings reaction to watching hunter have a mental breakdown to the point he was planning on burying himself alive was "this is really bumming me out." like god DAMN that eight year old gives no fucks. he came here to steal something for his little sister he did NOT sign up for learning what emotional abuse was at the ripe age of eight. he is not luz this guy threatened to drown him so he is staying the fuck away from him, no adoption even considered, stop putting your problems on me you almost killed me. you almost killed me and NOW you kill my vibe????

(I better not see any king bashing or I start biting 🔪🔪🔪)

[purpleandstarlight]

In like a week @weeb-cheese will read homestuck semi-blind on stream bc of me so I just wanna take a moment to apologise publically both to them and their other non-homestucks viewers.

[momokotuharumaki]

S-SACCHAN!

[satans-knitwear]

I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island

Raisin' hell all over town

Sorry 'bout it

Treat me ~ Tip me

[defiantcatlady]

thinking about my sisters when we're apart

being around my sisters

[superbluebirdgirl]

Shirley haters are soooo boring.

[kiradical]

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[coolcoelacanth]

when i cook him into a five course meal, nurture and water him for years, then he gets some new girl (younger than us, of course, she hasn't been scorned yet), and uses all the swag he stole from me to win her over (including my music taste). and of course, she's pretty and probably likable. then they remain together for this whole time (around 1 year) and we were together for approximately 3-4 yrs (we were on and off). they got together approximately 1-2 months after we ended things (i finally decided to have self respect). tell me what kind of sick karma this is, to have my work stolen so easily and to be discarded so quickly. honestly the audacity. i wish i had never cooked, if i didn't i guarantee he would never be able to get another girl so fast (he used to just stare at me when i cried and i taught him empathy, he also had zero rizz and he stole my rizz). i think my evil witch of a mother put a curse on me as soon as i was conceived in the womb because she hated me as soon as that sperm combined w her egg. can someone tell me which god i have to make a sacrifice to for these people to get their karma and me to actually get what i want for once (genuine love and affection)?