HAHAAHHA NOW IM WRITING A ONE SHOT ABOUT IT !! ASMO FUCKERS UNITE !! AHAHAHAA

HAHAAHHA NOW IM WRITING A ONE SHOT ABOUT IT !! ASMO FUCKERS UNITE !! AHAHAHAA

don’t mind me just thinking about asmo doing my makeup and swatching 37 different shades of lipstick just put the lipstick on himself and cover me in kisses and leaving marks and hickeys all over me :)

i am so normal about this

don’t mind me just thinking about asmo doing my makeup and swatching 37 different shades of lipstick just to put the lipstick on himself and cover me in kisses and leaving marks and hickeys all over me :)

i am so normal about this

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄? — tw: suicide

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

"what does it feel like?" i asked.

the cool grass sprang between my toes.

you laid still.

the grass was freshly mowed and the smell would normally be inviting, but the air sat differently because of you — uncomfortable.

"i wish i understood," i said.

i squeezed the cool earth in my hands.

you laid still.

the dirt was cold and the worms within it lively. you always loved the outdoors and all of its creatures.

"i wish you could talk to me," i said.

the sun shined much like your smile.

you laid still.

the sun was bright and out in full, but today stayed chilly without your warmth in it.

"i always wondered what it felt like," i said.

i could smell the honey suckle in the air.

you laid still.

the flowers i had picked for you flew in the summers breeze and gently decorated the surrounding cemetery.

"i hope i get to join you soon," i said.

i placed my hand on your tombstone.

you laid still.

the beauty of this summers day

would have contrasted well with

the horrible, selfish act you committed.

the green of the grass would have

contrasted well with the red puddle

we found you in.

the light of the sun, the dimness in your eyes.

the beauty of the garden, the slits in your wrists.

all contrasting in the worst ways.

but please, tell me,

what does it feel like?

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

© moodyhaaze | 07•24•23 — do not repost, modify, plagiarize, or translate my writings. likes + reblogs appreciated.

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

my body may not be special,

or extraordinary,

or free of embellishments and blemishes,

but it is mine and mine alone.

the day will never come

when i bend at the boundaries and rules

that anyone has set for my body.

this body is my home.

it has cracked sediment,

decaying wood,

and chipped paint.

it's not perfect,

but this body sure is good at

keeping me together

when i only want to fall apart.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

© moodyhaaze | 07•23•23 — do not repost, modify, plagiarize, or translate my writings. likes + reblogs appreciated.

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐒 — tw: disordered eating. body dysphoria.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

540. 364. 241. And 806.

For breakfast I consumed 540 calories, for lunch 364, and dinner 241. I managed to burn 806. All in all, I consumed 1,145 calories, burned 806. My net is 339.

This tedious act of counting and recounting my calories had become some sort of religious act in what I had deemed “bettering myself,” but what could possibly get better? Do I think a skinny outside makes a happy inside? Even so, I chisel away at myself, like how a sculptor does in creation of their magnum opus. Nothing about me makes sense, the only sense I can make is to whittle away at the bits of my I do not like, only, I do not like any bit of me.

I want to see my ribs and count the spaces between them. I want to feel the bones of my hips flex and move beneath my skin. I want to squeeze my arm in a clasped fist and see my fingers wrap round and round. I want to feel my spine and dance my fingers down my vertebrae. I want to have just enough mass, just enough skin and bone, that I can disappear at will – that I can sink beneath dirt and soil from which I once came and then come back to Earth again.

I want to see my silhouette, shapely and curvaceous, dance against midnight walls. I want to caress my skin and feel soft, plump flesh beneath. I want to run my hands down either side of myself and feel the gentle slope of waist to hip and back again. I want to press my mounds and watch them entice prying eyes. I want those around me to sink into my flesh and devour me whole.

I want to be desired, to look like the magazines – to preserve curves or idolize heroin chic, I am conflicted. To love my curves or love my ribs, I have never understood the virtue of either, only ever understood that I am cut from a different cloth. An unsightly cloth from which no one wants to be stitched to.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

moodyhaaze | 07•25•23

❛ pet names ❜ — demon brothers

synopsis. pet names that the brothers have for the mc.

tags. headcanon | SFW | gn!mc

content warning. none.

a/n. inspired by this post. the absolute pain i endured to NOT put ‘kitten’ as satans. also forever begging tumblr to give us yellow font color because leaving mammon’s as white makes my soul ache.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

— 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

꒰ lambkin. ꒱

“come now, my lambkin, come to me…”

Lambkin is a rather Shakespearean term of endearment and that’s exactly why Lucifer uses it. It’s not overly affectionate or “vulgar” as Lucifer finds some pet names. He finds it sweet enough to convey a certain tenderness, but also respectful as to not dilute you to an object.

— 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

꒰ baby or babygirl/boy. ꒱

“c’mere, baby, the great mammon’s got you.”

Mammon likes calling you his baby or babygirl/boy because, as we know, he’s highly possessive. Honestly, he uses this more than your name and he likes it that way. You’ll make his knees weak if you go out of your way to tell him your his baby. Man will melt.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈

꒰ dear. ꒱

“oh, hey! …ready for our game night, uh, d-dear…?”

I don’t feel like Levi would be much for using pet names because he gets too nervous to use them and/or feels like he doesn’t use them properly. But when the mood does strike him he’ll stick to the basics like ‘dear’ and he almost always says it with a stutter and flushed face.

— 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

꒰ treasure. ꒱

“it’s like you were made for me… a treasure just for me…”

I’m a firm believer in MC and Satan truly being destined to meet given their connection through Lilith given the circumstances, so ‘treasure’ feels the most fitting. Satan’s never felt a truer connection and understanding with anyone but you. Almost like you were crafted, molded, made just for him.

— 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎

꒰ my love. ꒱

“oh, my love, you’re back! i’ve got a bath ready for us!♡”

Asmo is all about theatrics, so anything he can do to verbally and openly claim you as his, he’s all for it. And what’s better then claiming you as his love? He almost always uses this pet name as he’s squeezing you into a tight hug, dragging you to a bath, or when he’s curled up with you in bed.

— 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋

꒰ sweetie. ꒱

“here, sweetie, i brought us some snacks to share.”

Beel calls you sweetie because he thinks it’s adorable and you’re adorable and it just fits, okay? It’s not the most original or cutest pet name, but he thinks it’s fitting after everything you’ve done for him. What could possibly be sweeter than helping his family come back together?

— 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄

꒰ darling. ꒱

“get over here, darling, it’s nap time.”

Belphie is all about being short, sweet, and to the point. He chose ‘darling’ because it felt right so why would he put anymore thought into it than that? He uses it often but still prefers to use your name more because he finds your name beautiful. He mostly uses it when he’s caught you in his grasp and got you trapped beneath his covers, refusing to let you go until he’s satisfied.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

© moodyhaaze | 07•27•23 — do not repost, modify, plagiarize, or translate my writings. likes + reblogs appreciated.

crossposted on ao3.