The Queen is Awake Your Shit is Wrecked

“Man you’re awkward. I mean, ridiculously beautiful but damn, grow into yourself.”

“What the ever-loving heckin’ heck are you eating now?”

“Excuse me sir, you can’t read.”

“You really have that ‘I don’t know how I fit into the world’ vibe about you.”

“That’s not polite.”

“You don’t even rise until you’re addressed. I’m digging your obedience.”

“Sit like a gentleman.”

“That’s not yours, friend.”

“That’s right. Listen to me and pretend to have an idea of what I’m talking about. I get that a lot.”

“I didn’t pay all this money for you not to be a cuddler.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“Show me your cop face.”

“I’m not a fan of you licking my teeth. Please don’t.”

“Okay; we’re done here.”

“Oh no, the postman! How ever will we survive now?!”

“You’re gonna be rude? Okay, you’ve lost the pleasure of my presence.”

“The piano isn’t evil, it’s just unpleasant to hear when I’m touching it.”

“Hey neighborhood watch, what’s going on with the town today?”

“We really don’t need to—oh we’re peeing in the garden now, that’s a thing.”

“I draw the line at shredding things.”

“What the heck is going on with your teeth?”

“No, you’re not helping.”

“We’ve all pooped. It’s your turn.”

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, I’m just saying I don’t see anything.”

“I know you’re a blanket snatcher but you can’t snatch this blanket.”

“Oh, you want to help?”

“Leave him alone, he’s just trying to take a walk.”

“Right, right, defend your castle.”

“I wish I looked that beautiful having no idea what’s going on.”

“How do you get one?”

“I will beat the devil in an appropriate place and not ruin my floors.”

“I got drunk and now I’m sitting on the ground.”

“Get an ouija board or something and bring me back!”

“Hi, welcome to me time.”

“Do you have anymore almond milk?”

“Just do it!”

“Hell yeah!”

“[Name], stop!”

“Cover it in mustard, and call it a day.”

“The power of Christ compels you.”

“What?”

“[Name], no one is judging you.”

“We know you have a soap fetish, it’s okay, just let it out.”

“Who said you could come in?”

“What’s wrong with eating paint?”

“I will lock myself in the bathroom and fucking cry.”

“I don’t know what the fuck is happening.”

“I painted my face green, I’m ready to party.”

“Cannolis, bitch!”

“I look like a half eaten apple on a road trip.”

“Look how much your mom loves you!”

“Can’t you see what the fuck I’m wearing, bitch?”

“I’m having me time, get out.”

“The devil is everywhere.”

“I think what I’m trying to say is that I just wanna fucking disappear.”

“Some people think that I’m crazy, I’m just out here trying to have a good time, what’s your problem?”

“Don’t do drugs, not even once.”

“I have a basketball game tomorrow.”

“We’re good? Tight.”

“Don’t ever talk to me or my son ever again.”

“The darkness will swallow you whole.”

“This is a safe place.”

“I love you so much, but you test me every day.”

“You’re a nasty bitch!”

“I didn’t come here to fuck around.”

“I want to be seen from the heavens!”

“I love fucking myself up.”

“Don’t expose me like this.”

“Who you fightin’?”

“Please come back, please come back, please come back.”

“My face is burned.”

“Hi, welcome to I feel guilty.”

“I am on a never ending quest to be the most beautiful person in the world.”

“Look at me! And my exquisite face!”

“You have to go to your baseball game right now, son!”

“I think it looks natural.”

“Go away.”

“I’ll never let go.”

“Do I look like someone who wants to hurt your feelings?”

“What are your standards?”

@candyredmuses

Mami giggled. She knew that her friend had doubted her, but she felt no ill will about it. It was in the nature of mortals to have doubts, just as it was in the nature of angels such as Mami to graciously forgive.

But of course that didn’t mean she couldn’t tease at least a little bit.

“You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?”

It was a question that wasn’t meant to be answered, and Mami smirked as she whipped out a big, light pink box from god knows where actually— even with its size it didn’t seem heavy, and it was imaculately wrapped with a pink bow. The angel could barely stand still as she presented it, so excited that she kept shifting in place. She knew that it wasn’t quite Poppy’s style; the gift clearly showed Mami’s influence. However, Mami, unlike those silly mortals, had no doubt that Poppy would adore the present.

“Happy Birthday, Doll!”

Birthday Bonanza

@candyredmuses

Mami giggled. She knew that her friend had doubted her, but she felt no ill will about it. It was in the nature of mortals to have doubts, just as it was in the nature of angels such as Mami to graciously forgive.

But of course that didn’t mean she couldn’t tease at least a little bit.

“You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?”

It was a question that wasn’t meant to be answered, and Mami smirked as she whipped out a big, light pink box from god knows where actually— even with its size it didn’t seem heavy, and it was imaculately wrapped with a pink bow. The angel could barely stand still as she presented it, so excited that she kept shifting in place. She knew that it wasn’t quite Poppy’s style; the gift clearly showed Mami’s influence. However, Mami, unlike those silly mortals, had no doubt that Poppy would adore the present.

“Happy Birthday, Doll!”

Poppy looked over the present with a few blinks of her eyes. It very well screamed Mami. The decoration job immaculate and pink as ever. Her eyes would then shift back to Mami, who looked ready to jump out of her skin with how much she was bouncing in excitement.

Poppy would admit, it was sweet. Earning a small smile on her jointed mouth as slender fingers slowly take the present from her hands. Opening the door some with her foot as she walked over to her bed, indicating for Mami to follow. Like it mattered; Mami would’ve followed in even if she shut the door.

She felt a bit of fondness at the way Poppy handled the wrapping so gently, knowing that had the roles been reversed she probably would’ve just incinerated it. There was just something about the way she unfolded it that was just so... Poppy.

Once the box was open, all that some regular joe schmoe off the street would probably see is a bunch of pale blue fabric, some of it sheer, and a mess of flowers and butterflies with a tiara laid on top; but to a trained eye like the one Mami knew Poppy had, the exquisite craftsmanship could be seen. The embroidery that gently wove real pink daisies to the bodice, and the carefully constructed butterflies that almost seemed lifelike and even occasionally fluttered?... Even the contruction of the tiara was immaculate with delicitate flowers holding gems at their core (undoubtedly real diamonds and aquamarine) and surrounded by flourishing curlicues.

At the sight of the dress, Mami literally couldn’t contain her noise of joy. She just KNEW Poppy would look so pretty when she put it on, and even now under the pile of light blue chiffon she could already see a peek of thick black fabric. Tonight was going to be FAN TAS TIC~! She shook Poppy by the shoulders, pressing their cheeks together.

@viennaxmuses is a fucking DOLL and wanted to color and line this art I did of the drabble little story she wrote for me a week ago or so.

“I’ll teach you the proper poise when you talk to boys!

Little ways to flirt and flounce – Oh~!

I’ll show you what shoes to wear, how to fix your hair.

Everything that really counts to be

POPULAR~!”

I said it before; Mami and Poppy can really be summed up together by Popular from Wicked really.

Except maybe more aggressive.

Mami blinked, realizing she didn’t even know her own name. *I- Oh fuck oh man oh fuck oh man oh god oh man oh fuck..* She paused, stalling for time, and pushed the pup forward very carefully with the side of her leg.

The dogs whining stopped quickly when Mami gave her a scritch behind the ear, her tail wagging wildly as she smiled, looking at the newcomer with curiousity and a bit of friendly apprehension.

“Thanks, Molls!” She chuckled a bit, “sure you can. Theama here may look mean but she’s a big ol’ softy.” She trailed off before realizing she still hadn’t answered the question.

“Oh! And uhhh.. you can call me. Um. Hhhhhh….. Terry. Yeah. Omm.. Miss Terry is fine! I guess…”

An odd look of seriousness on the other’s face. A hard look in her eyes, “Don’t.. Call me ‘Molls’, please.” That nickname was strictly used for and by her brothers only. Molly absolutely hated when others called her by that nickname. It was special.

However, that stone look would wipe away in an instant, as if nothing happened Molly was beaming yet again. Kneeling down on the floor as upper hands reached out carefully toward the dog, Molly giving gentle, excited coos toward it to gain it’s trust.

Mami raised a single eyebrow. “Uh yeah sure. No problem.” She may have been a bit more concerned if she had been able to see the look in Molly’s eye. But considering she couldn’t and her “GUARD” dog was too busy sniffing and licking at the spiderlady to be causing a fuss, she didn’t sweat it.

“Haha, yeah!! WELL. You’re the first person down here to actually try to talk to me, so congratulations I guess?? Am I really such a big hotshot down here??...

Mami put her hands on her hips. She still wasn’t used to not being able to see things; it felt like a void that left her a little breathless, something gone she’d never get back. Nowadays she relied on her hellhound Labrabull, Theama, to sniff out whether or not the people down here could be trusted. She could hear her pup whining as she hid behind Mami’s legs, tail slapping her calves. *That no good dog…* Mami thought to herself. Theama May look big n’ scary but she was just a big cowardly soft baby. Mami loved her.

If the puppy wasn’t throwing a fuss and growling though, she figured that the person in front of her couldn’t have been TOO bad. And she smelled like something quite light and fluffy: a vague memory that Mami couldn’t recall, like sand slipping through her fingers. *And from the sound of it she knew me before… or at least, knew OF me.. huh.* She smiled, showing off rows of sharp teeth and ignoring the pang of something that shot through her at the mention of this demon. Instead she focused on the demon in front of her. Maybe they’d been friends before. Before whatever the hell had happened to her, happened.

“Well you’d know better than me I guess. Thanks anyway though. What’s your name, doll?”

“Molly, sweetheart~!” Molly chimed with a wide smile. Of course Molly has heard of the new ‘fallen angel’. Having fallen in love with a demon on the surface and it’s rumored that she defied God for his love or some.. Gossip like that. It’s all he said she said, anyway. Molly wasn’t sure on the complete story, but one thing that was consistent; the demon boy.

Mami blinked, realizing she didn’t even know her own name. *I- Oh fuck oh man oh fuck oh man oh god oh man oh fuck..* She paused, stalling for time, and pushed the pup forward very carefully with the side of her leg.

The dogs whining stopped quickly when Mami gave her a scritch behind the ear, her tail wagging wildly as she smiled, looking at the newcomer with curiousity and a bit of friendly apprehension.

“Thanks, Molls!” She chuckled a bit, “sure you can. Theama here may look mean but she’s a big ol’ softy.” She trailed off before realizing she still hadn’t answered the question.

Mami put her hands on her hips. She still wasn’t used to not being able to see things; it felt like a void that left her a little breathless, something gone she’d never get back. Nowadays she relied on her hellhound Labrabull, Theama, to sniff out whether or not the people down here could be trusted. She could hear her pup whining as she hid behind Mami’s legs, tail slapping her calves. *That no good dog...* Mami thought to herself. Theama May look big n’ scary but she was just a big cowardly soft baby. Mami loved her.

If the puppy wasn’t throwing a fuss and growling though, she figured that the person in front of her couldn’t have been TOO bad. And she smelled like something quite light and fluffy: a vague memory that Mami couldn’t recall, like sand slipping through her fingers. *And from the sound of it she knew me before... or at least, knew OF me.. huh.* She smiled, showing off rows of sharp teeth and ignoring the pang of something that shot through her at the mention of this demon. Instead she focused on the demon in front of her. Maybe they’d been friends before. Before whatever the hell had happened to her, happened.