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Mc appreciation post

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Merry Christmas!!

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I am sorry I am still shock

But I am in awe too

ZAYNE IS SUCH A GENTLEMAN

The way even as him "loses control" he is protecting her from discomfort.

Topping her over but making sure the edge of table doesn't hurt her in impact

Throwing the books away so SHE can sit comfortably

Because to him that is more important than any books

Pushing her against the wall but putting his hand first for her head to hit on

Also shoving glass away if you consider how that would be uncomfortable for both parties

it’s the way Zayne is always prioritising MCs comfort to ensure she doesn’t get hurt or feel any discomfort.

It was never him acting out of character . He is still the gentleman he would be in any other given moments omfg zayne

ZAYNE THE MAN YOU ARE .

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Yes I am!

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Yeeeeeesss

I know the majority of Obey Me fandom loves writing Lucifer as an extremely strict and boring guy who's always afraid of wounding his pride (and honestly it's not too far from canon) but consider:

He's the Avatar of Pride isn't he. You can be proud of pretty much anything if you try hard enough.

“Lucifer would never wear a maid outfit he'd be so humiliated” or he grabs the apron and heels, puts them on and starts sweeping the floor right off the bat. Look at the floors MC they're shining, look at how he's pouring that tea isn't it awesome

“Lucifer would never sub for MC” yeah it would take some convincing but after that? Fuck yeah MC I'm the bestest good boy you've ever fucked aren't I? I know I am MC

And also imagine how funny it would be to watch Anti Lucifer League try to humiliate him only for him to be proud of that. Fuck yeah my siblings are trying to humiliate me and failing I really am the Avatar of Pride and y'know what? This scheme of theirs was awesome I'm so proud of them for that too

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Bam, I nippled your anime guy

Art by Solmare, I just added nipples 👌

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more arm pics

*eats him*

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Gift for @leviachad for the @obeymeholidayexchange

I hope you like it!

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Holy... I... *sobs*

An Honest Conversation

Summary: Sometimes your dad is also your brother who you've spent your whole life hating. Sometimes your brother is also your son who you never wanted to have. 1.1k words

Disclaimer: not demoncest!! just fathersonbrothers being fathersonbrothers.

Notes: Hi. Sorry I disappeared. This was written because I had a lot of thoughts and feelings about my relationship with my own parents. Everyone is probably incredibly ooc but that's because I wrote this as catharsis. I love my parents and I hate them and I will never forgive them but they have nothing to apologize for, you know???

“I used to hate you, you know,” Satan says. He doesn’t look up from the book he’s been pretending to read for the past half hour, just like Lucifer doesn’t look up from the paperwork he’s been halfheartedly doing.

“Really?” Lucifer’s tone is dry as he says it, more out of habit than anything else. He sets his pen down and starts organizing the stack.

“Yes, really.” There’s the heavy thump of a book on the library table and Lucifer draws his gaze away from his work to his son.

It always catches him off guard, how green Satan’s eyes are. Emerald in their shine, the perfect opposite to his own ruby. He looks so much like Lucifer and yet he doesn’t at all.

“Did you stop? In recent years?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good.”

The conversation lulls for a bit, both of them just staring at each other. So alike in all the wrong ways, too different in others. The same and mirror opposites.

“I know you used to hate me, too,” Satan says and Lucifer sucks in a breath.

“I did not–”

“You can’t lie to me about this, big brother. Hatred is my domain.”

“It was mine first.” Lucifer can’t resist the childish taunt.

“I do it better.” Satan vollies it back, uncharacteristically merciful.

“So you think.”

“So I know.”

There’s another silence, where Lucifer avoids eye contact with him, where he can feel Satan’s eyes boring through the meat of him into his soul.

“I have never hated you, Satan. I do not think I am capable of it. Hating one of my brothers.”

He’s not lying when he says it, but Satan squints anyway.

“You certainly didn’t have any positive feelings for me.”

“No. I did not.” Satan lets out a choked noise when Lucifer says it, like he’s not surprised but still hurt. Lucifer snorts.

“It wasn’t you. It was the situation regarding you.”

“There’s a difference?” Satan has his arms crossed over his chest and he says this derisively, like Lucifer is making no sense.

“Of course there is.” He’s vehement in his assertion of this, because it is the one thing that he’s always been sure of.

He has never in his life hated his brothers. Not the five who fell with him nor the ones he left behind. He can’t find it in him. He has hated his father, because what son doesn’t hate their father in some way, but he has never hated his brothers.

They frustrate him to no end, fill him with unimaginable grief and love but if he had to choose again, he would fall every time. He would not leave them behind. He regrets many things in his life, but choosing his family has never been one of them.

“Explain it to me then.” When Lucifer meets Satan’s eyes this time there is a cold fury radiating through them. The same one he used to see when he looked in the mirror and yet completely different in its intent.

“When you were born, Lilith had just died,” he watches Satan nod, “I had been cast from my home, and I had sold my soul and my freedom to someone I had sworn never to trust. Everything that could have gone wrong had. And in a moment of grief and desperation I lashed out. Then there was you.”

Lucifer remembers it with perfect clarity. The feeling of ripping his wings out at the root, the blood rushing down his back, the wailing baby boy that manifested in the remains of his limbs. The sharp, stabbing pain of wings growing back and the feeling of nails clawing at his chest as the screams of an infant turned to those of a man.

Most of all, he remembers looking at his own rage personified and reconciling that with the gaping hole where his wrath once sat.

It is something else, to be so full of feeling in one moment and completely devoid of it in the next.

“I had never seen myself as a father. A brother, sure, even a mentor. But never a father." Lucifer laughs slightly at himself, "I had also never seen myself as the right hand to the Prince of Hell. The life I’d had planned, the dreams I’d created, all of them tumbling down in an instant and you were the proof that my whole world had changed irrevocably.”

He’s never said this out loud before, he realizes. Not to Diavolo or Barbatos or Mammon.

“You didn’t want this life. You didn’t want me.” Satan’s voice catches on the last word and Lucifer pretends not to hear it.

“No. I didn’t.”

“And now you’re stuck.”

“Indeed.”

“I’ve never thought of it that way.”

“I’ve never expected you to.”

Satan tips backwards in his chair, balancing on two legs.

“It’s not fair, though,” he says, looking at the ornate ceiling.

“To whom?”

“To either of us.”

“You shouldn’t worry about what was fair to me.”

“But I do.” Satan sounds angry, finally. An emotion that Lucifer is used to handling from him, a reaction he knows how to counter. “You’re my brother. You’re my dad. You’re me. How could I not worry about what’s fair to you when it affects me the same?”

“It’s not the job of the son to carry the sins of the father.” It’s all he has to say in the face of Satan’s sudden emotion. He’s used to his brother being angry at him. Not with him, not for him.

“And yet here we are.” Satan’s chair falls back on all four legs with a thump and his voice loses all of the rage from before, left with just tiredness.

“Here we are,” Lucifer echoes.

There’s silence, again, for a while.

Satan rests his head on the table, arms coming up to cushion his cheek. Lucifer pretends to be engrossed in remodeling plans for the city. It’s just like it always is and it isn’t at all.

“Are you happy?” Satan asks, turning so his chin is resting on his forearms instead of his cheek.

“Yes.”

“Even with everything? There’s nothing you would go back and change?”

There are many things he would go back and change. Many situations he wishes to relieve, many moments he wants to experience one more time, if only to appreciate them better. But if he were to go back and change any one thing, none of those would be Satan’s creation.

He would not choose a happier life over his son. For better or worse.

“No. If changing one thing meant losing you, I wouldn’t entertain the idea.”

Satan smiles slightly at that, ducking his head down to hide it.

“That’s enough then, I think.” Satan nods resolutely, standing up and beginning to make his way out of the library.

“Even with everything? That’s enough?” It can’t be, Lucifer thinks. There has to be something more. More resentment, more anger, more hate. It can’t be as simple as this.

“Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?”

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I miss summer already

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Reminder that both MC and Lucifer are 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎

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And what about a fic with Obey me and Shadowhunter's lore?

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I was fantasizing about a bigger celestial realm arch where Mc stays to learn how to fight and control their angelic powers

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No no it’s bingo

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The smell of Lucifer will always remind me of home, tho...

Our souls met each other's.

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Obey Me! - A Positive Point of View

I don't usually do this thing of seeing the positive side even though the negative is the most likely. I tend to be quite pessimistic.

BUT I can't deny that if we analyze the text carefully there is a possibility that this will end well. I prefer not to believe in it too much so as not to be disappointed, but there is in fact a positive way of reading this message.

Our biggest concern is to be the end of the main story. But if we read it correctly, it is written: "Chapter 60 will also bring to a close the story of Obey Me! Nightbringer." Not of Obey Me! as a whole in technical terms.

"From January 2025, we will be transitioning to a new era in Obey Me! with new forms of content (…) that will all further the world of Obey Me!"

This is the positive part of the message that most of us simply don't have hope for. But it does indeed indicate the possibility of the story continuing in another way. I think we would all like it to continue as a game, but… a third game? If that's the case, it doesn't seem like it's going to work.

"We have exciting plans for the future of the series(…)"

The problem is that the fans are not excited, we are wary of where this might go and so we are considering this to be a message of the beginning of the end, at least. But still, we can't deny that there is a possibility that whatever comes next will be… at least a little good… whatever it may be?

"All of us here on the Obey Me! team would like to extend our deepest thanks to everyone who has been with us since day one(…)"

I think this is one of the parts that fans are focusing on the most and it really seems like a good bye. BUT...

"(…) and who joined us on this crazy journey from Obey Me! Nightbringer."

Again, if we look at it coldly, they seem to be referring specifically to Nightbringer and not to Obey Me! in general.

And in the end they say they'll see us again in the Devildom soon.

So I admit, being a pessimist myself in this regard, that Obey Me! ending completely, technically, was not something they said, but something we concluded due to the direction we saw the game take.

Like many, I don't have much hope that something extremely good will happen suddenly, but we also can't deny that there is a possibility that something good will happen and simply say "okay, it's over, bye".

I created this Tumblr page to be comforting, so here it is.

I usually choose to think of the worst case scenario to protect myself from future frustrations, but I can't deny that there is a small light at the end of the tunnel.

Let's just hope it's not a train. 😅

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Yk, this whole thing reminded me that I'm growing older and the most important things to me are getting irrelevant...

What a sad way to end the year.