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4kts · 1 month

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THE NEW WHB EVENT.... LUCI JS SO... IS SO... AND GAMIGIN... and MICHAEL TOO??IN THE NEW EVENT,!?!,-;@,!;@&&×&

THE NEW EVENT!!!!!!!!(#!#(#;#(#;#($;#)*("

Anon, anon.... Im so sorry this is super late but omg.... That event was delicious- i was eating the lore up and im starving for more!!!!

Anyways- messy rambling and yapping about the event under the cut 🤩🙏 (its all over the place lol)

LUCIFER AND GAMIGIN LORE?!!?!?!?!?!??!??!? IM HUNGRY FOR MORE!!! I WANNA SEE MORE STORIES ABOUT THEM PLS PLS PLSSSSS

Theyre so adorable 🥺 i love them so, so much.... Pls dont tear them apart 🙇‍♀️💦

Gamigin is so cute and caring and overall a sweet boy that deserves all the love and world... 🥺, i love his thing with lapping up lucifer's tears when he cries in his sleep lolololol its so silly and cute (uhm... What if- a comfort bot where gamigin licks up ur tears up and overall being affectionate and comforting to you as u use him as a shoulder to cry on?????? 👀)

I didnt expect for there to be a war between dragons and angels 🤯 i wanna learn more about it!

Ngl- i honestly thought the seraphims hated lucifer thats why he was fallen- I DIDNT EXPECT THEM TO BE SWEET TO HIM???? (Naur more like obsessed 🙄 but i dont blame them 😌 i'd be obsessed with lucifer too)

Nahhh, michael having a brocon towards lucifer was something i didnt expect lol cuz he seems to despise gabriel but maybe thats just sibling thingz idk 🤷‍♀️

Also also.... Jjyok..... HE IS SO CUTEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I was super duper sad when michael killed him broooooo i thought he was gon die 🥹🥹🥹 im so glad he's alive!!!! I wanna see more of him pls pls plssss he's so adorable and his interactions with gamigin and lucifer is so cutee gahhh.... They really are a family 🥹💖💖💖💖

And at the ending??? Lmaoooo i like how nonchalant the trio (buer, morax, marabas) are when they had lots of injuries- they were very invested with the story and i dont blame them because i was too 😌

Overall, I LOVE THE EVENT! so much delicious lore to gobble up!

ALSO OMG.... LUCIFER SELFIE CARD LUCIFER SELFIE CARD LUCIFER SELFIE CARD IM GONNA RAVISH THAT MAN. (I hope he comes home early....)

#🫧.asks #yk the idea of gamigin lapping up ur tears can also apply w lucifer since he has a kink for those lol #itll turn from comforting u to fucking u in a blink of an eye #maybe #lucifer..... 😋#imma update his bot soon yiippeeeeee!!!!#im sorry i took so long to respond anon 😭#LUCIFER SELFIE CARD SAVE ME LUCIFER SELFIE CARD #MANIFESTING WE GET HIMMMMMMMMM

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jazeswhbhaven · 27 days

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Maybe I want Him to Bite...(Lucifer Selfie Card Prologue React) *Spoilers*

Let me just start off by saying I am GAGGING in a good way about this prologue and it's going to sit well with me until further spoilers are posted for the unholy board story. I tried pulling as much as I could for my saved seals but I only got his artifact for the erolabs account. (watch me get him on the censored version but not his artifact so I'm stuck on either app lol)

But this thing fueled my Luci lore needs. And I took more screenshots than I thought I would so get ready for another long react from me lmao grab a snack my lovelies and let's get it goingggg ✌.ʕʘ‿ʘʔ.✌

I'm not gonna lie, my ass skipped the whole looking and seeing Phenomenon because it's pretty much the same as it is in every selfie card lol

Someone in the tower of Hades sees him and then apparently so can everyone else. This time MC is in Gehenna just casually witnessing everyone being excited about his arrival.

MC brings up that Gehnna would be pretty nice as a tourist attraction with less destruction about and Ppyong is like "nah"

And further confirmed by Sitri, others simply just like it that way and there's not much to patch up each time there's an attack. MC doesn't really get it until they're like "Ah right, we're in Hell." (damn Ra-On when will you finally understand the assignment?)

But Sitri is suddenly being summoned by Satan iirc...and Ppyong is being contacted by Paimon who sent him a long ass text lmao, so they leave MC alone for a bit so they can walk around on their own and....

A new door?? Ooooo

OH???

GAMI GAM MY BBY BOI ^^ <3

So Gamigin has come to escort MC to Paradise Lost, which btw is like the epitome of most Rococo style paintings imo. At least in most areas.

MORAXXXXXX <3 *gently holds*

He greets MC first, and he hopes they're doing well but MC is more concerned with his body and wellness and he's just like "Awh only you say that often" HE SO WHOLESOME

Oh Marbas...I will never forget that time you tried to fucking kill us :D Hey buddy.

But no, srsly he is happy to see us in his own way lol

Buer is straight to business, as expected but also he can say hi too. I love that we get to interact with the healers more because I love seeing everyone's personality combined when it's obvious which King they used to serve before.

So MC agreed to a request, and Buer is explaining that request on the way to this beautiful ass palace. I dare say more beautiful than Leviathan's *cough*

Also Buer reminds MC of Bimet based on how he speaks and how he thanks MC for accepting the request and getting straight to the point. (which I think is hilarious)

So there are apparently RULES for Paradise Lost. Mostly concerning Lucifer himself. Marbas brings up the eye contact rule. MC then asks oh so I can look for less than 3 seconds then look away and back at him again?

I fucking love them. Because why are they acting like that wasn't an option lmao P L Z

So this rule makes sense. Lucifer has absolute authority which to me is an overpowered ability BUT hey it works for someone like him and I dig it.

MC asks once again, hey so is that rule expired at some point?

Again bamboozled by another question instead of MC just accepting the rule for what it is. Lol It seems like Gamigin does the same thing and he was over there like ???? :o being clueless and cute as usual.

The snake on his suit is alive???? WHOA that's pretty cool.

So the snake is similar to that like the "scarlet letter" The fact that no one really knows for sure what the snake does just yet is a great mystery within itself. But you know, Paradise Lost is "newish" and I imagine Lucifer doesn't interact with many others outside of Paradise Lost so ofc no one would know what that snake does if no one provokes it.

Now this here. At first, I was under the impression that his fangs are like you know vampire vibes but nope, snake boi

that makes him h o t t e r

And thanks Marbas, because I mean why make these rules if you don't know wtf is gonna happen? My anxiety will be lovely.

MC is just like, oh wait does he bite??? LOL

Just imagine that Lucifer does just randomly bite people. Some people do this irl if overstimulated and don't know it's not socially acceptable. I do not rule out Lucifer being one of those people.

Luci is so nuerodivergent coded. If you remember from Raphael's christmas card though, he also doesn't like loud sudden noises so it's possible that they share the same traits as brothers! (but also it's possible Luci has ptsd or similar so loud noises is a no)

MC though thinks none of these rules are even needed if they don't meet Lucifer...

He's so goddamn pretty, I'd break the 3 second rule immediately if it weren't for my own aversion to looking folks in the eyes lol

So MC asks if this was the plan to meet Lucifer and Gamigan is like yeah! But Luci is just focused on how terrified MC looks.

I mean check it. A really fucking tall man that looks like a statue, with bloodied wings, demonic eyes, and a scar across his lovely big chest, and voice that could make me cause crimes is speaking to me. I'm going to be like Jjok and piss myself.

So we go into a small flashback though of why Lucifer agreed to meeting up with MC in the first place.

So Luci is just enjoying tea quietly in his greenhouse right? And it's very simplistic in design, nothing too crazy and I think that's perfect for him.

He complains slightly about how noisy it is outside but he doesn't really do much about it because he's been overworking his wings lately (poor bby it's probably a reflex that he's always gonna have)

So he notices that the devils are in high spirits and that's when Morax comes in to give him the news.

The dyanmic here and Lucifer's reaction is appropiate because he just kinda sits there and sips his tea quietly as Morax explains plainly that Phenomenon has landed and hasn't done so since 100 years prior. That's when the war first started, (if you remember the event this likely happened around the same time he became king of Paradise Lost)

Morax starts to feel sentimental about it, and Marbas is being empathetic toward him stating it's not his fault.

Now I've noticed that they call each other "brother" the same way Lucifer's brothers in heaven would. So this for sure tells me that this is the set dynamic for the 3 nobles plus Gamigin!

Yeah? See lol

Lucifer's reaction here amuses me because he's just like "Ah so this is how they truly are..." which could for sure be why he didn't believe in starting a fight with them way back when (maybe, though the event shows me he was favorable toward dragons...I can only assume he was favorable toward devils too, maybe certain ones)

Gamigin coming in being loud and happy lol I love his energy so much it fits him. I think the only person who can be loud around Luci IS Gamigin lol

SO lovelies, part 1 stops here, darn picture limit. But get yourself ready for part 2~ I'll see ya there!

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb lucifer #whb paradise lost bois 🤍#whb gamigin #whb spoilers #lucifer selfie card

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rosemxze · 7 months

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future banner speculations (could be completely wrong 💀)

1. mayb a rate up for the kings' L bath cards.

2. a rate up for mammon's dessert L card.

3. a rate up for lucifer's L selfie card before he joins standard banner (honestly i hope that him and the other 2 kings card are dark attribute instead of light like the current 4 kings)

3.5 or they might also just add him to standard without any rate up

4. completely new cards (L, S, A+, A+) with an event that comes with it (like in obey me)

made this bc im a gacha addict 😭💀 AND I WANT TO PULL BUT I ALSO WANT TO SAVE UP MY LESSER KEYS 🥹 (still waiting for an L card and sitri 🛐)

#rae rambles #what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #whb

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dyslexorcist · 8 months

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Sister: Welcome abound! Now go up to level two and be fitted for your new suits.

Copia: Yes, yes, thank you.

Copia: Ah

[Clicking of button on boombox]

[♪ Music: Pro Memoria starts ♪]

Sister: Come, Papa. We must give your sons the news.

[♪ Music: Pro Memoria fades ♪]

Sister: They have a new mission now.

(Title Card: Chapter III, Back on the Road)

Nihil: What are they?

[♪ Music: Faith starts ♪]

[Door clicks open]

Sister: Boys. You’re being reinstated. You’re going back on the road. You’re going back in full regal. You’re going to be back in the spotlight forever. See you later, boys.

[Muttering]

[♪ Music: Faith stops ♪]

[Musical sting]

[♪ Music: Pro Memoria starts ♪]

Lucifer, whispering

Silently into your mind

Who walks behind

Standing tall, invincible

But do not forget your knives

To save your lives

Don't you forget about dying

Don't you forget about your friend death

Don't you forget that you will die

Don't you vomit savage slurs

Spewed up wickedly

To hide from me

Navigate all alone

On this tempestuous sea

To ride with me

Don't you forget about dying

Don't you forget about your friend death

Don't you forget that you will die

Don't you forget about dying

Don't you forget about your friend death

Don't you forget that you will die

[♪ Music: Pro Memoria stops ♪]

[rolling sound of truck door closing]

[knocking on truck door]

[truck pulling away]

(Title Card: Meet The Papas, during your, VIP Experience)

Announcer: Come see Papa the First, the Second, and the Third. Neatly and proudly displayed, lite to parade, for you to worship, honor, and to take selfies with.

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#I think I heard the ad part right #fan captions #the band ghost #video #papa nihil #sister imperator #cardinal copia #Terzo #primo #Secondo #Youtube

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obeymeluv · 3 years

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QUICK! KISS ME! [Bros x Reader]

A lead-up blurb before I go to bed.

School is killing me. This has been in the drafts far longer than I wanted.

No offense if your name is Bethany. It’s a name I picked at random.

The follow-up piece will have the kiss scenarios.

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Some of Asmo’s friends may have used you to get into a special makeup event, but it’s okay! They bought you a lip gloss as a thank you! The shade ‘Sealed with a Kiss’ was not what you thought it’d be

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Being one of the first humans in the Devildom could be uncomfortable and sometimes down-right dangerous! It also had its perks. To you, that meant being close with the Seven Lords of Hell (and Diavolo). To other lesser demons and classmates, you were kind of a ‘get out of jail’ free card.

Were they late to class? Oh, just helping the human out!

Caught sneaking in food or drink when they weren’t supposed to? It’s to split with the human, of course! They thought you’d love to try it!

Everyone was keen not to overuse it and you’d actually made good friends this way. It was starting to feel less like an excuse and more of a way to be included. You were the friendly, reliable human that had won hearts and saved some asses. As a thank you, one of your closer friends (a repeat offender for lateness), invited you out to an exclusive makeup release. She was a VIP member and had early access an hour before the store opened to the Devildom public.

The fact that she chose you, a human, over some LITERAL century-old friends caused a bit of tension but she could care less. “I’ve seen them every day for over a hundred years. You get one year, and we’re going to make it awesome!” Bethany breezed through the store at a dizzying pace, picking through concealers and opening a box of mascara to look at the packaging. She moved at a pace only demons could manage; you thought you saw her by the nail polish display but when you looked again she was throwing sheet masks in her basket. Hooking her arm with yours, she picked up some foundation on the way back to the coveted display of lip glosses and lipsticks.

You weren’t totally versed in the differences between Devildom makeup and human world makeup. In all honesty, there didn’t seem to be a difference. Bethany swatched powdery cream lipsticks on her wrist and followed with ribbons of liquid lipstick. Every now and then she dotted them on your arm; she was adamant about finding a shade the both of you could wear as your thing.

“This one,” she decided, waving the tube at you and booping your nose with it carefully. “This is our color!” she took you by the hand and joined the checkout line. She had two in her hand but refused to let you so much as hold one, wanting to pay for it first. It wasn’t technically breaking the purchase limit rule; if they tried to nag her she’d just say she was holding onto it so another demon didn’t bully you out of it. You didn’t know if it was her VIP status or the fact that her defense made sense, but you were able to check out without a problem.

A few sour faces and mean glares met you outside but Bethany ignored it all, eager to have a Devilgram-worthy celebratory snack break (snack victory? You know, since you got the makeup?) The plan was to eat, hold down a table at the nearby cafe while her other friends shopped, and have group makeovers (or try-ons) before calling it a day. That plan was interrupted three bites into a croissant sandwich when Lucifer summoned you back to the House of Lamentation. He’d gotten wind of all the girls you’d be with and didn’t feel totally comfortable letting you hang out with them,

Had Barbatos seen something? Did Lucifer feel spurned that you weren’t hanging out with the Seven Lords of the Devildom? He gave no answer, simply asking you to stay put while someone came to escort you back to the house. Bethany was put off by the turn of events but few people dared to complain about the Seven Lords due to their connections with Diavolo (she was no exception). “If we can’t get the full makeover, we’re getting the selfie!” she declared, deftly breaking the seal to her Sealed with a Kiss gloss and swiping it on with help from the front-facing camera on her D.D.D

You busied yourself with opening your tube. Before you could ask for her phone (since the camera was already open), she took the tube from you and tilted your chin up. She dabbed the center of your lips playfully before carefully tracing your lips with the color. The heat rose in your cheeks and she smirked. Being part succubus, she could draw energy from emotions like embarrassment and the feeling of being flattered. Her fingertips pulsed under your chin as she drew on that energy.

Getting energy sucked could feel like a lot of things -- being light-headed, getting a rush of excitement, all prickly and tingly like your whole body was pins and needles. Whatever it was, it usually faded into drowsiness and kittenish contentment. She probably only touched your chin for seconds but the wash of coziness had you melting against your chair, your cheek cradled in her palm.

Did she take the pic? What was happening? It felt like Asmodeus had materialized out of thin air, helping you stand and making small-talk with Bethany before pulling you away, out of her aura that was trying to suckle the vestiges of happy energy you offered.

“And what shade did you get on those pretty lips, hm?” the cotton fell out of your head and ears, allowing you to really hear Asmo now that the aura effects had worn off.

“Uh,” you fished around in your bag and looked at the packaging. “Sealed with a Kiss.”

Asmodeus stopped so abruptly it’d almost yanked you back to him. The two of you were barely tangled at the pinkies and now he’d completely laced your hands together. He held your hands captive, drawing them up in surprise and basically dragging you into his torso. You were forced to look up into glittering pink eyes and if you didn’t know any better, they looked a little panicked.

“How long ago did you apply it?”

“I don’t know.” you blinked helplessly at him. That energy suck thing had a way of making your brain tune out and turn to pudding. That aside, who knows how long Asmo stood there and talked to Bethany while you were being siphoned?! “Bethany applied it, not me.”

Asmo clicked his tongue, huffed, resigned himself to only holding one hand. and started scrolling on his D.D.D to find that selfie Bethany posted. You were being dragged along like a child as Asmo’s shoes clicked towards the House of Lamentation. It amazed you how well he could navigate his D.D.D with his long, painted nails.

Whatever he was looking for, he found it.

Asmodeus tucked his D.D.D into his pants pocket, scooped you up in a way that terrified and amazed you (two people being supported by one set of heels?), and flew to the House of Lamentation. He didn’t always use his wings, as he preferred to decorate them and maintain them with oils, but the fact that he was flying made you nervous.

What had he found? What was the deal?

“Asmo--” you started nervously, the flapping of his wings nearly drowning you out as he pushed himself. Flying against the wind didn’t help. Your hair was a mess and the wind was in your face; the Devildom was always a little chilly but now it was enough to make your face tingly.

“She gave you enchanted makeup. There is a reason humans don’t use enchanted makeup.” Asmo’s pretty brows furrowed as he cut a hard angle and glided over a portion of the square. The tell-tale thicket of trees that lined the winding path back to the House of Lamentation were on the edge of the horizon.

“What’s going to happen?” should you ask that? Did you really want to know?

“You’ll feel something in your lips--some people felt tingling, some people felt pulsing, it can be anything, I think--and then they’ll seal shut.”

“SHUT?!” you yelped. It was enough to make Asmo wince. The startle carried over to his wings; they shuddered and locked; the two of you dropped for a heartbeat or two before he corrected himself.

“If I can’t get some makeup remover on it first.” Asmo panted, tucking his wings in and preparing for a quick descent. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought to teleport first--the panic? Trying to one-up Bethany by walking home and being extra cute with hand-holding?--but a quick touch down could roll into a simple skip teleportation and everything should work out!

“But my lips are already tingly!”

“Ugh, Bethany! I can’t believe you! I mean, I can because it’s you, but really, Bethany?”

“Asmo, focus!” you’d already skipped several feet ahead, clearing the front yard in two teleports. The third put you in the foyer. “I don’t want my lips to seal shut!”

The House of Lamentation was huge but when the occupants had supernatural hearing, that exclamation turned heads.

“What’s this about your lips sealing shut?” Lucifer appeared at the top of his stairs, his head already shaking.

“DID YOU MAKE A PACT WITH A WITCH?!” Mammon screamed down the hall, clearly not far behind.

Asmo scoffed, lowering his D.D.D with a pout. He was halfway up the main stairs, fingers working at lightning speed. “It’s the lip color!” he explained, stomping his foot. Noisy people were just so annoying! If everyone was talking he couldn’t explain! How rude!

“All this over some makeup?” skeptical Satan peered over the banister, book and arm casually propped up on it.

“If two people apply the color and kiss, they’re locked in a makeout session until it dries down. When one person applies the lip color, they can use it like a cheat sheet to see who secretly wants to kiss them,” his words tapered out from authoritatively informed to quiet and shy. “It’s from their ‘Liquid Love’ collection.” he muttered into the stunned silence of the room.

You were trying to open your lips and ask why. The magic had already taken hold. Asmodeus could see you trying to move your lips and strain your chin. Luckily, demons could read minds. “It’s because Bethany is stupid.” Asmodeus rolled his eyes. “Ambitious, but stupid.”

“Please explain, Asmo.” even when using the dear nickname Lucifer couldn’t hide the demand. His demon aura was creeping up his body and slowly becoming jagged and suffocating.

“Bethany has had a HUGE crush on our little human here, and wanted to seal it with a kiss, so to speak.” Asmo’s cheeks got pinker and pinker as he explained. Mostly because he was mad he didn’t think about it. His heart did something funny at the thought of you kissing someone else. Lucifer also looked like he wanted to murder someone about now, and Asmo had to remind himself that he was being looked through, not looked at.

“Just grab a napkin and wipe it off.” Mammon shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Asmodeus shook his head angrily. “It’s too late now. We need to find someone for them to kiss! Someone’s lips will break the seal on theirs...that’s kind of the point of the enchantment.”

“So they just pick someone to kiss?” Levi’s face was turning tomato red. Would it be him?! It would at least be one of them, right? What if your person wasn’t in the House of Lamentation and you NEVER SPOKE AGAIN?!

“Sort of.” Asmo patted your shoulders with his gentle, smooth hands. He started to rub them like he was trying to warm you up. Partly in encouragement and partly to get your attention because he could feel your brain spiraling down into panic. “They basically follow their mouth.”

“So that lip color is like a crush detector?” Satan abandoned his book at the top of the stairs and was now perusing articles on his D.D.D as he sauntered down the steps. It sounded like he’d found the one that sent Asmo flying to the House of Lamentation.

“Basically.” Asmo sighed. It was the stupidest way to confess to someone, he thought. Demon to demon, it was fine. Demon to human?! NO! The whole thing gave him a headache. The fact that Bethany thought she could just steal your little lips and be greedy with them was the biggest annoyance of it all.

“So,” Satan’s green eyes cut sharply from his phone to you. The corner of his lips curled up in a smart little smirk. He knew it was wrong to find your predicament so funny, but this was a very human thing to get mixed up in. “Who do your lips want? Who do you feel yourself being drawn to?”

#Blurb #Lead-up #Obey me! x reader #Asmodeus x Reader #Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader #Satan x Reader #Beelzebub x Reader #Beel x Reader #Belphegor x Reader #Leviathan x Reader #Levi x Reader

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zamgoods · 4 years

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Homo and Syncretism of Money, Religion, $ocial Media, Witchcraft, Wordcraft: $peak and Spell$

May 28, 2020 Going deeper in the investigation in my streaming thoughts of religion, money, and witchcraft consciousness you will find Homo all over the place. Homo means the same. Same Similar Familiar what? Same sounding words. Words that are spelled the same. Homophones and Homonyms. Always loved this topic in the 3rd grade. It was fun. Like a code of spelling words and speech. A riddle to tickle and annoy. There is a level of psychological control of the soul. It seems to be sacrilegious! or blasphemous! to have such clear subliminal similarities between money matters like business, finances, economics, witchcraft, religion, crown/rulership.

Throw in a little Politics/policy/police/ poles/pillars you get Justice. Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Buddism, Ancient Egyptian, Alchemy, Sorcery, Kabalah, Goetia, Grimmoire, Gematria, belief blended languages, tongues, all boil down to one thing. Religion will tell you telling the future is an abomination yet the prophets and kings divined and chanted their way to the temple and sacrificed first son’s to El as well (homo). they followed the stars and raised up the dead (homo). I call Homo and rainbows from the house of worship to the house of cards. To be a bad person and sinner in one house, is to be righteous and blessed in the other one. The more money you have the more you live like a king in heaven. Dig in the pits of the Earth (hell) like a mole to find precious metals and gemstones. While the good, pious ones look upwards to the sky and heavens, yet not reaping any valuable material gains. The rich rulers govern over the poor servants who look to the afterlife for their paradise. They are told that money is the root of all sin and not to worship Mammon in Bible Book of Timothy 6:10.

New Homos in the social media religion continue to mind screw us to gain more blessings called likes and followers. Thumbs up and down are like good deeds and bad deeds. You are a messenger trying to acquire followers or subscribers of your belief system. 3 Strikes will strike you to hell. You can’t get monetized, you go to hellfire and channel/handle erased. Like, alike means the same or to be similar to something, as well as affection for something or some one. How many likes did you get on your selfie for today’s post? God is pleased with you and likes you if you are good and got the goods.

Before Babel, when there was one language spoken. It was all about the Benjamins baby. Trade/Exchange/money matters really seriously. It’s life or Death. True religion is survival revival. Time to decode.

Prophet/ Profit, Future/Futures, Fortune/Fortune, Lord/Lord, God/ GOD, Good/Goods and Service/Services, Savings/Savior, Safe/Safe, Death/Debt, Mortgage/Mortuary, Metlife/Deathlife, Tithes/Tides, Bet/Bat/Bets, Bad, Deed/Deeds, AParadise/ Pair of Dice, Die/ Die, FED/Fed, Books/Bible/ Booker, One/Won, Ominous, Omnipresent/Omen, Ayin/Eye, Security/Securities, commonwealth, Share/Shares, Equality/Equity/Equities, Value/Values, Sovereign/Sovereignty, Capital/Capitol, Cap/Cap, Bread/Breed, Pan/panning for gold, Life Savings/Life, Death Benefit/Death, Underworld/Underworld, Creed/Cred, Faith/Fates, Father God/ God Father, Father Time/ Time is Money, MeOnemin/Money, Ishtar/Ishtara, Benefits/Benefit, Asset/Ass/Aset, Money Changers/money changers, Securities/Secure, Easing/Ease, Eagle=$10, Bull/Bull Market, Man, Lion-Gold/Lion of Judah: same as horoscope Scorpio, Taurus, Aquarius, Leo), Ruler/Rules, The Book of the Law/ Lawbook, Like/Alike, Follower/ Followers, Subscribers/Subscibe to a religion, Religion/Regulation, Strike/Strikes/Stricken, Booked/Booker, Good Book/Good Books, Crown/Crown/Krone, Shekel/ Shakal (witchcraft), Mark/Mark/Marquis, Reali/Real, House/House, Glory/Glory, Luck/Lucifer/Luke, Ray of Light/ Roy, Omen/Amen, Vatican/Vataca Master/Master(s), Rain/Reign, Fortuna/Fortune, Domino/dominate, Father/father, Coven/Covenant, Rich/Ric/Rice, Scales/Scales, Weights/weight, Measure/Measure, Miser/Miserly/Misery, Balances/balance, Grains/gains, bond/bond, sale/Saleh/Salah, Free/Free, Majesty/Magistrate, Forecast futures/ Forecast future, broadcast/ cast a spell, Wealth/Health, Fidelity/infidel, trust/trust, Savings/Savior, deliver/deliver, king/king, Bar(law)/Bar(pious)/beer, Tavern/ Tabernacle, Debir(Oracle)/Debirs(Diamond), Bee/Be, kingdom/kingdom, domain/domain, realm/realm, Cash/Caishen, Cassiopea I-ching/ching ching ching, Nechash/Nachash (copper/reptile/enchant), Gold/Guilden, money Mark/mark, Kron/Krone/Crown, sign/warning sign, kashap/Cashapp/kashef (silver/sorcery), sliver/silver, snake charmer, Lein/layn, offering/offering, dollar/ dahl, penalty/penalty, Debt/Debir/Debit/doubt, Hell Hole/ Whole life, Credit/Credential, Fiat/Fiat, poor/Standard&Poors, Idol/Idle, Brand/brand, Mammon/Ammon/AmonRa/Roman, Crooked/Crook, Madeoff, Bill/Bull (Papal Bull), IRS/Iris (goddess), EyeAreess, FederalReServe/Fed and Served.

You get the idea. Add to the list.

Is a prophet who tells a divine message about the future of things the same as gaining a positive net unit of currency?

Is Lord of the Universe the same as the Land Lord? Are Owners equal to God? The Lord’s Prayer seems to be all about money and poverty. Even leeches into politics. Own is the sound “one” should make, like bone, stone, and lone. The Bible Says, Deut 6:4 “ Our God, Lord is O-N-E.” Qur’an says the same thing, “God is O-N-E” The Lone Dollar Bill $1bill. These both are translations of Hebrew and Arabic, which basically have the same exact sounds Allah(en)u (YHWH) EHAD/AHAD.

So this homophone thing even crosses languages.

Bread you eat and Bread money. Give us Lord our daily bread. Lord is a ruler, regulator of the land and its people.

Is Lord of the Universe the same as the Land Lord? Are Owners equal to God? The Lord’s Prayer seems to be all about money and poverty. Even leeches into politics. Own is the sound “one” should make, like bone, stone, and lone. The Bible Says, Deut 6:4 “ Our God, Lord is O-N-E.” Qur’an says the same thing, “God is O-N-E” These both are translations of Hebrew and Arabic, which basically have the same exact sounds Allah(en)u (YHWH) EHAD/AHAD.

So this homophone thing even crosses languages.

Cash in sounds like God of Wealth Caishen. Traditional Chinese 財神 Simplified Chinese 财神 Literal meaning "God of Wealth" show Transcriptions Caishen (simplified Chinese: 财神; traditional Chinese: 財神; lit.: 'God of Wealth'

In the Hebrew Bible Deut18:10, Judges 9:37, a soothsayer/enchantress is the word Meoninim. Looks like money to me. And we know money is derived from the word monere= advise, warn which is what a soothsayer does tells the future.

$1bill and One dollar bill SIBILL The OWN network dollar bill. The Lone Star Dollar Bill Lone Ranger $1bill. The Solo Dollar Bill. Stop playing, Oprah Winfrey and Han Solo of Star Wars franchise fits into this too. Well we know people worship Oprah as the richest black woman in America. We can decode her name as her anagram Harpo to Harpocrates who is Horus child and Win-Free. Oprah Winfrey is a ray of hope and Victory.

Frank L Baum had it right in his writings, The Wonderfu Wizard of Oz, in which the Wizard really being the phony bologna fortune teller as the Wizard of Finance, Wicked Witch melting in liquidity, Dorothy Gail’s Ruby slippers in the film, actually being silver in the book that if clicked 3 times would take her back home over the rainbow of homo words.

Economics/ Business, Money Superstitions/ Gambling, Religion, Witchcraft, royal/ Rulership/government have sum things in common. They all take blood sacrifices as payment. ObligateTaxes, Tributes. Build temples for worship.

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Pale and Flustered

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Past Perfect by Louden Swain or @mrswhozeewhatsis Louden Swain mini-bang. Also for SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017

Summary: As Dean reminisces about the losses of his past, he can’t help but feel immense pain and guilt.

Word Count: 1278

Warnings: ANGST!!, mourning

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“Always just smiles /Always for the lens /Always for your friends /Always for their sake /And now It's takin' all I can muster /Just to wake up all pale and flustered /The cards been folded, I busted /The plates are stacked and the shelves aren't dusted /Take it back and adjust it /The faint nostalgia cannot be trusted.”

Past Perfect - Louden Swain

I sat on my bed, sighing deeply as my eyes closed. The thick paper of the pictures felt especially heavy in my hand in that moment, as if the weight of the world had come to rest upon them: upon me. I had tried drinking it away earlier, but the feeling in my gut stuck with me, just like the nagging voice of my conscience. I looked away from the picture for a moment, up to the cheap mirror I had hung up across from my bed. For a while, I would swear that someone was standing beside my bed, watching me, planning my demise right beside me. The mirror was the only way I could trust that I was truly alone; somehow, that wasn’t much better of a feeling.

Looking into it, I almost laughed at my appearance. I was pathetic. It had been days since I’d left my room, and that was only to grab some sustenance so I could attempt to keep myself alive. I was pale, my hair disheveled and wild, the bags under my eyes vivid blue. This happened annually, every time the new year came around. I had gotten through another year of life, but how many had I left behind? I hated myself in that moment, but I hated myself in most moments, so that wasn’t too much of a burden. It was more than self-hatred then; it was feeling the hatred of the entire fucking world on me. I tried. I did, I tried so hard to be good, only hunting to “save people.” What a crock. Hunters use the job as some sort of sick band-aid, something to make up for the shitty person they became. Nothing could ever fix what I’d done to the world, to the people I supposedly loved.

There was the whole “gang” in one of the pictures, when there was still enough people to be called so. Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Sam, Cas, and I, all standing and looking like the end of the world was upon us. I guess in our minds it was, and to some of us, our end was sooner than we wanted to believe. Jo and Ellen were the first to go, but Bobby wasn’t much longer afterward. More pictures, further back now, showing a fuzzy scene of Sam, Kevin and I, taken when Cas was messing through my phone, clueless. I had it printed not long after he died; I had no way to keep a part of his mom. Even longer ago, a selfie taken by Charlie including Sam and a blurred me, refusing to be caught in the act of “selfie” taking.

I wished now, more than ever, that I would’ve just taken the damn photo. Let Charlie have that moment, just one period in time, where sacrificing for us made sense, where I wasn’t such an ass that doing much of anything for me was senseless. On and on it went: Dad, Rufus, Pamela, not to mention the countless others who never got captured on film. In my mind, these were memories of picturesque bliss, a perfect time of liveliness and safety, but it’s so paper thin. Every damn moment of our life is filled with agony and suffering, no matter how pretty it looks on paper. A gentle rapping came at the door then, Y/n peeking her head in slightly with a gentle smile. She gave a soft wave, and I attempted my normal smirk. Peeking at the mirror, it was obvious I had failed.

“Heya,” Y/n greeted as naturally as possible, her voice barely audible as she tested the waters. “I haven’t heard from you in a few days, and we live in the same place.” She laughed nervously. “Just wanted to make sure everything is…alright.” I nodded, shrugging as a response. Y/n swallowed, easing her way into the room, sitting at the foot of my bed. She glanced around at my surroundings and for the first time I took inventory of what I had been living in; muddy and blood-soaked clothes strewn across the floor, empty bottles of cheap beer that tasted more like rubbing alcohol than a relaxer, crumpled up napkins all over from the copious crying I had tried to hide, dust on every piece of furniture (probably including myself). I was the worst scum of the earth, but my room was definitely a close second. She glanced down at the photos, nodding as she began to understand. She cleared her throat.

“Rough few days, I take it?” I nodded. She shuffled, rubbing her hands together as she continued. “Maybe you just need to get out a little, huh? Sam and I were planning on maybe going out, getting some drinks, celebrating the New Year like most people do, since we’re pretty good on cases. What do you say?” I just shook my head, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion. I had forgotten how draining it was to interact with people who care; they don’t give up. “Well it feels wrong to just leave you here by yourself, Dean.”

“Y/n,” I finally grumbled. “Just go.”

She looked around my room, sighing as she got up with hands on her hips.

“Fine,” she muttered. “But I’ll be damned if I’m leaving you in these conditions.”

She began at work, leaving the room and returning with a clothes basket filled with cleaning supplies. She began dusting, even going as far to grab the pictures from my hands and wipe the storage grime off them. Gingerly grabbing each napkin, wrapper, and bottle from the floor and nightstand, she tossed them in a garbage bag. By the time she was done, the bag was easily half full. She never stopped and I never moved; it felt like she was on fast forward all around me, while I was too stuck in my own head to catch up. Finally, all the clothes were in the hamper and all the trash in a bag, the room felt new again; I wished I could say the same for myself.

“Alright,” she sighed, looking at me with sad eyes as she stood in the door frame with the garbage and basket in hand. “Are you sure you’ll be okay tonight? It’s really no problem for me to stay home, I don’t care that much about it.”

“Y/n.”

“Fine, fine,” she relented, her tone quickly turning to pleading. “Just…please take care of yourself, Dean. We’ll be home soon.”

I nodded, Y/n mustering the best smile she could as she left. I shut my eyes tightly, managing to get my creaky joints moving quick enough to stand up and catch her before she left for the night. As she passed my door, I grabbed her by the arm. It was about time I started appreciating the people I loved while I still had them.

“Hey,” I mumbled, my voice barely functioning. “What you did was…nice. Thanks.” Y/n nodded, her glittery makeup shining as she looked up at me.

“Don’t mention it,” she assured, patting my cheek lightly. “If you need anything, just call me.”

“You coming, Y/n?” Sam called from the library. Y/n looked back, smiling at me and waving as she ran towards him.

“Yup! Here I come!”

I stood in the door frame until she was no longer in the hall, quickly shutting my door and leaning my back against it. I took as many deep breaths as I could manage, before my knees gave up and my back slid down the dark wood of my door. I couldn’t be sure, but I just hoped that they had left before they heard my sobs ring through the bunker’s desolate halls.

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