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This is bloody brilliant!!
Ok!! >:) So, this idea is way more crack!
If you’re comfortable with it: the bros walking in on mc singing to Thank God by Sasha Sloan. (>‿<)
Take your time, please!!
Thank God for Devildom
✎ Demon brother x Reader, Dateables x Reader
✎ The school festival was coming to an end, your eyes stared at the crowd in front of you, “I want to thank God for giving me this chance.. ”
✎ Tags: fluff, crack
: ̗̀➛ Manger’s/Author’s note: How about I do you a solid and have the dateables join in as well!
The crowd was rowdy. Cheers for the student council and exchange students involved in the play echoed as one by one, each of them walked off stage. Yet you stood in your place, your feet only dragging themselves to the middle of the stage. Whispers of curiosity lingered below the platform, sweat dripping from your sides like waterfalls.
“Thank you all for coming, before we end the school festival for this year, I would like to give a little message.” The hushed muttering grew louder, your warm palms gripped tighter around the mic’s handle. “I want to thank God for giving me this opportunity to stay in Devildom, spend my days with all of you.. and on behalf of the exchange students.. thank you all.. ”
“What are they talking about?” Mammon quietly questioned as he squirmed in the VIP seats in the front row of the theater. “Like you would know anything, demon-” Luke hissed, head turning back to the stage, giving you his full attention, making Simeon chuckled at the angel’s actions.
Slowly and calming guitar melody flooded the room, sealed lips ajar, breathing in before singing...
Yeah, I'll admit I've had sex before marriage I've smoked hella weed And then I shared it
Asmo’s eyes dilated, his flattened lips turned into a soft chaotic crackle, his arm warping and his hand gripping his side, the piercing feeling of his diaphragm hurting his stomach. Lucifer’s head snaps towards the ruckus, crimson irises digging into the chuckling demon’s soul, making Asmo fan his hand towards the avatar that he’ll stop in just a minute.
Yeah, I confess I've scrolled through Pornhub I've had impure thoughts And acted upon them
Gargling chokes erupted from Mammon’s throat, his half-drunk bottle now crushed under the weight of his clutches. Red flushed his cheeks as he inflated them to prevent himself from losing his cool and to not get his ass whooped by Lucifer, who was staring daggers at him from across the seats. Some audience members were also laughing up storms, trying their hardest to not die so early in the song.
So if the pearly gates Won't open up for me At least I know There's somewhere else I can go
Luke’s eyes darted around, noticing all the demons that were holding their breaths. His head turned towards the taller angel beside him, tilting it a little to signal his confusion. Simeon sweats, softly shaking his head, index finger pointing back up at the stage, which Luke happily obliged with starry eyes.
Thank God...
The smile on Luke’s adorable face grew brighter, joy swirling up inside him knowing that you were singing about Celestial Realm. Simeon who was listening attentively along was also plastering a grinning smile, his heart flooded with happiness, your acknowledgement on the higher realm was such a blessing in his mind.
Thank God for making a Hell Thank God for making a place full of fire And greedy-ass liars Where I'm just like everyone else Thank God for Hell
You swear when you glanced at the crowd, Luke’s bugged-eyed face made you want to crumble. A disappointed yet knowing smirk was all that Simeon could muster, his heart sinking a little, knowing there was always a twist to it. Diavolo gasped, before a chuckle escaped from him, the special mention of Devildom melting his already in-awed heart. Barbatos, beside him, also cracked a smile, index and thumb at his chin as he hummed at the humor.
Yeah, I'll admit My mind's a bit dirty Only go to church If somebody's forced me
Satan coughed a little, his cheeks tainted in red, the embarrassing things you had said setting inside his brain, they were awkward yet they left a grin on his face. Belphie, who was laying on Beel’s shoulder, was humming the melody, eyes fluttering every now and then to stare at you through the half lidded darkness. The Avatar of Gluttony, hands filled with treats that Luke had baked for their hard work, head bopping slightly, enough to not wake up his twin taking a rest beside him.
Yeah, I confess I say some bad words And I haven't yet, but I bet I'll get a divorce
Lucifer huffs, the creeping smile lingers in him, the calm voice yet the sinful lyrics spilling from you making his heart feel afloat, they way you made Diavolo flash his fangs in joy making his day. Levi, a few seats beside him, D.D.D in hand, his features burning so hot that lava doesn’t even compare to it. Pulse skipping beats as your harmonic tones swirled his mind, not even giving the words you were slipping a second thought.
So if the pearly gates Won't open up for me Fuck 'em
“Sing along with me, Devildom!” You shouted, hyping up the crowd who were now chiming alongside you. Heads swaying to the beat, their voices echoing the hall. Solomon giggled to himself, arms cross as he sank in his seat, the cushion enveloping his body as he stared at your movements, enthusiastic yet graceful and elegant, beautifully sang tunes yet shocking lyrics ringing in his ears.
Thank God! Thank God for knowing me well Thank God for making a place I can smoke And tell fucked up jokes Eternally just be myself
Guitar fades over time, the song coming to an end, the sounds of claps raising, your face squished into a bright smile, tears sprinkled the corners of your closed lids. You took a bow, head tilting up a little to meet eyes with the council, they yells of pure bliss sinking into your heart.
Thank God for Devildom
Scrupulosity nearly killed me—the belief that my inner world was being constantly surveilled by god, and that every emotion and thought was a potential sin if there was even a hint of it not being worship, not being complete dissociative submission, the thought or feeling wasn’t pure,
Christianity not only exacerbated childhood trauma but then rewarded my reaction to it: die to self, be a nothing who only exists to be a conduit for god, which requires constant inner prayer, endlessly asking god to search my heart and reveal any sin, to forgive me for things I didn’t yet know but he surely did, to forgive me for needing to be patient with me.
And wow did that kind of inward examination and devotion to prayer skyrocket me into leadership—“you’re so faithful, you are so in tune with god, you are such an example.”
I nearly literally died because I refused to take care of myself, in fear that going to a therapist or a doctor was not trusting that god was capable, or that God’s will was to not heal me and I was going against that—
the cycle of not trusting feelings and thoughts, or my own body, never knowing if this was god testing me to build character, to build perseverance, to develop hope…isn’t that godly? Isn’t that holy? Isn’t that sanctification? Why would I ever pray against god doing that in me by asking for healing? Why would I ever reject his will for me to experience those things by going to a doctor?
“Wow, you have such tremendous faith!”
I truly think the bible has many harmful/unhealthy teachings. People will try to deflect and say only when it’s twisted by abusive people or taught “wrong.” But no, I think it has harmful teachings at its very core. As an example:
When certain emotions are labeled as bad/evil/a flaw or something you just “shouldn’t do” it prevents many people from being able to process emotions healthily. See Ecc 7:9, Ecc 11:10, Col 3:8, Phil 4:6, James 3:16 as a few examples. I went through my life as a christian never really fully processing anything, and I was so emotionally unhealthy. Instead of viewing emotions as neutral signals from my body and sitting with them and letting them move through my body, I would read the thought terminating cliches of “don’t be anxious give it to god” or pray about it and continue to be disconnected from my body. I would feel shame when experiencing normal feelings of jealousy, anger, anxiety and feel like I was spiritually failing. That shame would cause me to continue to suppress those feelings instead of hearing and processing them, and it could cause it to come out in dysfunctional ways. And I see this in hundreds of people who are Christians in my life.
I’ve written a good bit about this on here and on Twitter X,
the way that authoritarian ideology, specifically salvific ideology (that is, ideology that purports humans must be saved by some external means due to some internal fault), teaches that you must separate True self (“capital T!”) from your humanity.
C. S. Lewis famously wrote, “you don’t have a soul. You are a soul, you have a body.” This emphasis on the soul and the diminishing of the physical has legitimate psychological consequences, especially when pushed through a values system that determines whether or not you are pure enough to receive not just god’s love, but his attention, his favor, his protection in your health and safety, and every possible aspect of your conscious life and your eternal retirement.
Gnosticism asserts that your body—any tangible human identity and experience—is corrupted, and only the soul can be purified. Evangelicalism insists that it is not gnostic, that Gnosticism is a heresy, but it continues to teach this existential division. One scripture speaks of the Holy Spirit acting as a sword that separates even the spirit from the soul, and this is taken up in further teachings about divisible consciousness: your flesh, your soul, and your spirit. How the hell does this work? They teach you are a spirit, who has a soul (a self, your feelings and personality) that lives in a body, and the spirit is what ascends and is perfected and made whole at the end of all things. Even factions that believe you get a physical eternity teach that your current body is either renewed, made new, or you get a new body entirely.
Your current self (the only one you have ever known and as far as you are capable, can ever know) is an offense to god, one he graciously tolerates until some time which only he has determined to make all things perfect. You are stuck.
How is any human being supposed to address this and live accordingly? Especially really serious believers who really care about getting it right to demonstrate how much they love and trust god?
The teachings get overly complex from there, trying to substantiate themselves with esoteric phrases and hidden wisdom, but the application is what remains consistent: your current conscious and physical self is corruptible, has already been corrupted, and who you are must be saved and sanctified, and even that is not enough because there is still yet another stage when “the kingdom comes in its fullness” and it’s finally complete with a Brand New Self that is not corrupted like you are now.
There are different interpretations of what that existence will be like. But for the earnest and intensely faithful of us, what else can we do now but “die to ourselves”? We become shells of people, an entity occupying a body, trying in every way to allow ourselves to be taken over by god himself, to be a conduit for his will to all humanity that we encounter. Our desires and preferences are selfish and sinful, or conversely they have been transposed with the will of god.
Often times we merry-go-round or see-saw between these extreme ends, in a desperate attempt to be So Pleasing To The Lord, and in the process we either reject any intrinsic sense of self, or we outsource it to the divine. It is so profoundly confusing to live this way, and the easiest way to make sense of it is to decide that you are nothing, and nothing you want matters.
For a time, I was asked to be a youth pastor at my small church. This was something I never wanted to do. I felt so uncomfortable, so unqualified, not at all gifted, and very unsupported materially and relationally. And because of that, I wondered and eventually “trusted” that this must the will of god because he wanted to purge me, he wanted to force me into submission and to force me to trust him because I couldn’t do it without him, and this was his good gift and perfect love. After all, the bible teaches that suffering produces perseverance, perseverance produces character, and character produces hope. If this is what god will do, through my suffering and struggle, why would I pray against that, ask god to change that? I stop existing, my fears, discomfort, and desires do not matter, and I only need to die to myself, give up every concern and hesitation because God’s love is poured into my heart.
The worst part of all this is that if you grew up in an abusive home, your survival mechanism of dissociation is not only reinforced in an authoritarian religious community, but it is rewarded—you’re so faithful! You have such a beautiful spirit! You’re such a servant! You are an example to the rest of the body of Christ!
The abuse-survival mechanism-reward dynamic can be extremely difficult to untangle. Who are you? If you grew up in this, there is likely never a time where you truly felt like you knew yourself, that you mattered, that your interests, preferences, and needs—all the things that make you human and shape your unique personality/self—were valid. How do you heal from this if you don’t know what you want or who you are because it was a deadly, existential threat to even think about?
It is possible, it is. Sending and extending courage to all those recovering from chronic, spiritualised dissociation.
Who wants to talk about borderline alterhuman identity acquired through cult socialization and separation of the self from human identity at an early age
sick of the notion religious trauma is just about sexuality. it’s being told that your heart is sinful from the moment you are born, being told human nature (7 deadly sins) is a crime, being told you can’t love anything or anyone more than god, including yourself, being told every white lie you tell is another crown of thorns on jesus’s head, not having blind faith is disrespectful.
being a young girl and hearing over and over that you can’t have an important position in the church, but you can be a nun. being told every little thing you do will hurt the man who loves you so much, and he’ll send you to hell if you disappoint him, and even though you are damned for all eternity and he sent you there, he’ll be full of nothing but sadness
being told free will is a gift but if you choose wrong you’ll suffer so choose whatever you want but don’t choose sin, and jesus loves you so you should pray every morning and every night and before every meal and don’t be ashamed of your love for god but don’t flaunt it. he is the one true god but don’t worship other gods cause they are a threat to him
god is perfect but he made us imperfect and he made the universe so we should cherish human life but if you’ve lost someone it was gods plan and he wanted them to die but he won’t interview with human affairs but he also flooded the world because people stopped worshipping him but you can’t be prideful
i could probably go on but i have to go to work
growing up catholic is traumatizing in so many ways, not just because some christian’s are bad people, but because the religion itself is corrupt and founded on misogyny and built up by racist imperialism. and this post is just about my own experience as a middle class white person, there is so much wrong with the church and it’s devastating but we still use it to form our laws and morals and who gets to kill and conquer who.
fuck the catholic church and fuck anybody who helps in perpetuating it, from the pope to the volunteers in the faith formation classrooms
The church finally helped me with something. Heres hoping it'll hold up, I didn't want the chair to slide around anyways. Amen gobless.
