#🦐:Aren

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Solomon, no...

comic + short drabble under the cut!

he asked to help at the wrong time

dw peepaw Aren will let you help cook someday mkay?

just not immediately after you used their tea set as containers for your potions

this is how things are in Cocytus Hall

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His precious apprentice looks adorable with the apron and knife but Solomon knows they mean business. Aren has a surprisingly deadly aim. That kitchen knife could be a projectile if he were to keep teasing them. He tried his luck one last time with a pout but they had already started chopping away.

Grumbling, removed the apron and draped it on his arm. It wasn't even the cooking apron. That one was white and on the peg by the shelf. The "WORLD'S GREATEST COOK SORCERER" apron was what Solomon used for potion making. Yes, he was in the middle of potion work when he heard Aren come back from grocery shopping in time to make dinner. What kind of mentor would he be if he didn't assist his apprentice? 

But said apprentice banned him from cooking for a while.

He leans against the doorframe and watches Aren wash the vegetables. "Can you lift my ban for a little bit? I want to help you cook my favorite.”

“Solomon, my favorite tea set is stained. I’ll stop being upset when you fix it. Why did you even use it for potion making in the first place?” There was a slight pout to their voice. They gave him a look before getting a bowl from the cupboard. Aren had to hop to get the one they needed and Solomon can’t help but chuckle. They flipped him off.

“That was adorable,” Solomon admits with a laugh. “Very well. I’ll leave the kitchen in your care until your tea set is all right.”

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Aren | Bunny Outfit

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Obey Me MC

So this is my MC Aren

They're fiercely independent, having to raise themself in a not so child-friendly environment. They're the type to try and find a solution on their own before even thinking about asking for help. Can be blunt as all hell, sometimes blurting things out before thinking. A decent cook out of necessity.

Takes things in stride and processes it later when it's calm enough to think and look back on the events that happened. Honestly they just shut their brain off and force themself to be logical but once the emotions take over, they have a hard time calming down.

Back in high school, they were somewhat of a delinquent. More like a lone wolf type than anything. They've had their fair share of climbing the perimeter wall to skip class and getting involved in fistfights. They keep to themself but the other students think they're an easy target because of that. They are not. This caused them to be an occasional target for thugs who'd like to "put them in their place". They developed a habit of carrying a pocket knife because of this.

They aren't fazed about magic. The place they grew up in had a prominent culture about folk healing and witches and superstition. They lived with a witch for quite some time after running away from home (they loved her very much and was devastated when she passed).

They have a healthy amount of curiosity, often asking questions to satisfy it. This results in them reading a lot but only for topics they have interest in. Mainly magic. Which is how they and Solomon get along well. Aren loves to ask questions and Solomon is happy to oblige (and flex his knowledge and experience). They were over the moon when Solomon took them in as an apprentice. Satan also enjoys their company and both can be seen reading together in the library.

Could not, for the life of them, get how the brothers manage to survive this long given how chaotic they are. Heck, they wonder how the house is still standing. Seeing the monthly finance reports make them blanch. But they've grown fond of the brothers (yes, even Lucifer). Belphegor, however, is on the top of their shit list and would take A LOT of time for them to tolerate each other without jumping at each other's throats.

Some rapid fire facts about them

is nonbinary

22 years old and 5ft (poor tiny thing, feel free to take their knees out)

vindictive as hell

likes giving headpats cuz they suck at words (especially when they need to comfort someone) and is quite physical with their affection

is more proficient in sigil magic than speechcraft (magic squiggles go brr)

loves to fly (practiced flying nearly everyday, with supervision of course)

exercises regularly, either with Beel, Mammon, or Asmo (or the 4 of them work out together)

enjoys swimming and likes to be in the ocean but needs supervision

has pacts with demons aside from the brothers (hopefully i can finish writing the fic soon oof)

I suppose that's all for now! Please feel free to ask about them (my inbox(?) is open)! Or do some of those ask games or smth.

Once I'm done drawing my demon OCs (who they have pacts with, and some of whom interact with the brothers and Diavolo on a regular basis (tho it's more work-related)) I'll post about them next.

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Obey Me MC: Aren Art + Info (under the cut)

Finally done with this! It took a while lmao

UNIFORM: Aren had requested for both a skirt and pants for their uniform. The skirt is about 2-3in below the knee and they ALWAYS wear tights underneath. They pick whichever they feel like wearing that day. Them wearing a binder also varies though it's usually more often than not.

POCKET KNIFE: There was a bit of an argument regarding the pocket knife. They had it on their person when they were summoned to the Devildom. Lucifer thought it was dangerous and wanted to confiscate it. Diavolo laughed at their request. Aren is so fucking pissed and flipped Lucifer off. "What, you demons scared of a tiny human with a tiny knife?" Diavolo eventually let them keep it, much to Lucifer's annoyance. ZIPPO LIGHTER: Same as the pocket knife, it was with them when they got summoned. This one however, Aren will definitely not let go of since it had sentimental value. It's something very important to them. There's an engraving of a chrysanthemum on it. And they smoke. Not as often since their preferred cigarettes are hard to acquire in the Devildom.

DDD: Looks plain with not much decals and accessories except for the purple wrist strap. Don't be fooled though. With the help of Satan and Solomon, they rigged it with spells to prevent any unauthorized access (accident or otherwise) (they like their privacy)

PLANNER AND FOUNTAIN PEN: Also a necessity. They have a small fountain pen collection at home and is delighted to have a separate one in Devildom. The planner is also a must since it helps them keep track of everything as they adjust to life in a new realm.

BAG: They like messenger bags. When they went shopping for school supplies, they immediately went to the leather bags and spent nearly an hour picking out which one they liked. That bag had lots of pockets and compartments. The sheep keychain has an actual bell and they like to hear it whenever they walk around. The brothers have associated the sound with them.

MISC ITEMS:

school supplies - your usual school things (notebook, paper, etc)

snacks - for themself and for Beel

compact mirror - a gift from Asmo

packed lunch - food safe for human consumption in case the cafeteria doesn't have any

lip balm - for their dry lips due to the colder temps in the Devildom

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Mermay + 100 Followers Art 🎉

ft. my MCs Aren (Obey Me) and Emz (What in"Hell" is Bad)

Yo! I didn't even realise I was at 117 (as im typing this) followers! Thank youuu!!!

Ig I was having too much fun shrimping and simping lmaoooo the brainrot got me good y'all 🦐

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Obey Me Typetrigger

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Aren and their immortality. Original Typetrigger post

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They've got nothing left to care about.

The realization should have sparked some emotion but they found themselves not bothered at all.

"How long has it been?"

Time seemed to have slip through their fingers without notice. Had it been years? Decades? Centuries? Their favorite places are no longer recognizable to their eyes. Things have been destroyed and rebuilt over and over and now nothing catches their interest.

To be immortal without their say so. What a cruel joke. They had experienced Death's embrace multiple times. Even sought it out themselves at some point. Yet in the end, here they are, living far too long for their liking. They should go and seek Death once more. Beg for its sweet release.

Craving absolution isn't so bad.

There are beings like them. Those who are exempt from time and mortality. They should be with them, to ease the pangs of the reality they live in.

They had come to terms with their short life since the very start. Humans don't live long. Humans are fragile. They only have decades. A century if they're so lucky.

But they had lost count of the years. No. They refuse to count the years. It would drive them mad. Ignorance is bliss as they say.

With a sigh, they pick up their belongings and left. Their hometown is beyond recognition. Not a drop of nostalgia or homesickness left in their heart.

It was one more thing to say goodbye to.

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They took out their phone, opening the contact details of a friend they haven't seen in so long. It barely took a few seconds before the call was answered.

"Hey, Solomon. It's been a while..." A while is an understatement. The last interaction they had was decades ago.

"Indeed it has, my little apprentice."

"About your offer last time. I think I'm ready to accept it."

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Obey Me Typetrigger

Obey Me OC with Lucifer and Diavolo

Stacked papers greeted them the moment they entered the student council room. A throbbing headache starts to form and they can't help but groan. Another all nighter is in order.

"Hey guys," Aren greets. Lucifer and Diavolo look up from their respective paperwork to return the greeting. All other tables were vacant and the only sound was that of pens scratching and papers rustling. The last bell had rung and RAD was slowly being emptied of students and faculty. Oh how they wished they're also going back like everyone else.

They plopped onto their seat, removing their jacket and tie. Sighing, they laid out the most important of today's documents: their mandatory month end exchange student report. They also went to get their weekly reports for reference. Grabbing a fresh sheet of paper and their favorite pen, Aren starts working.

All three of them worked in comfortable silence. There was the occasional inquiry or two passed back and forth.

The grandfather clock chimed loud, reminding them of the time passed. It snapped them out of their focused trance.

"Oh crap," Aren groans, stretching their arms over her head and feeling their joints pop. Across the room, they could see the two do the same. There was a collective sigh of relief.

"It seems we missed dinner." Lucifer was on his D.D.D., probably scrolling through the messages from his brothers.

"Let's take a short break," Diavolo chirps, standing up and going over to Lucifer's desk with his own device in hand. "I'll have Barbatos bring us food."

"You know, these papers would be easy pickings if the others would actually help." Aren stands up to stretch their legs, rolling up their sleeves.

"Have you forgotten the last time they did?" Lucifer asks with a grimace.

Aren and Diavolo laugh.

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End credits(?)

Here's a Picrew of my OC Aren for reference. I'll draw them when I have time and give a proper introduction.

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Intrusive Thoughts

tw: blood, mentions and thoughts of violence and gore

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Hyperfixating on wings isn't a bad thing, Aren thought.

Humans don't have them and one can only imagine how it feels like to have a pair. They know Lucifer knows that they have a certain interest in them. It's rude to stare, yes. But Aren thinks it's even more rude to just touch without permission. And it's not like they'd get permission to anyway.

So they stuck to staring and observing, eyes filled with curiosity. Just like right now. They sat on the sofa, fiddling with the keychain on their DDD. 

Lucifer and Simeon were talking, discussing something that flew over Aren's head because Lucifer was in his demon form, wings out and moving minutely in tandem with his other habits. It ruffled when he sighed, twitched when he seemed annoyed, and it drew close to his body when he was in deep thought. The pitch black feathers had a glossy sheen to it, probably some sort of waterproofing like the birds in the human realm but Aren could never be sure. It reflected the light from the fire quite nicely.

There's been a nagging thought that had bothered them from the very start. Other ideas started piling up on it too. Today must've been the day Aren couldn't keep it to themself anymore.

"Hey, Lucifer?" They call out softly. The eldest brother paused his conversation. He and Simeon turned to them in question. "How sturdy are your wings?"

"What?" Both men looked at them in confusion but Aren wasn't deterred.

"How sturdy are your wings? They're like a bird's right? Bone structure and feathers and all. Bird wings break and tear so easily. I'm just wondering if they're just as fragile."

Aren's imagination had run amok by then. How would it look like to see those wings break? To see those feathers being ripped off one by one? Would those bones be as fragile, snapping in half with just the right force and so easily torn off from his back? How much blood would there be? How would those feathers look, stained red with blood? 

How would Lucifer sound like were it to happen to him?

But he had torn his own wings off right? But then again, tearing your own wings off and having someone else do it is another thing entirely...

And then there's Simeon. They hadn't seen his wings yet. They doubt they will in their entire life but they could imagine how it looks. Pure white and silky, not a blemish in sight. Two pairs of glowing wings fitting for a virtuous angel like him. For him, however, Aren would like to take his wings off with as little damage possible. As exciting as it is to picture red stains on pristine wings, they think it's best to keep them clean. 

"Aren?" There was apprehension in Lucifer's voice, face set in a frown as he felt malice and violence rolling off of Aren in waves. "What prompted the question?"

"Are you alright?" Simeon must be feeling the same, walking closer to them with concern written all over his face.

"Ah, don't worry! I'm just curious, is all," they reassured with a chuckle, smiling brightly.

Lucifer's wings twitched, the sound of feathers rustling filled the brief silence. "Well, if you're really curious, angel and demon wings are very sturdy. Enough to be used offensively should the situation calls for it."

Aren hummed as they stood up. "A shame, then. Thanks for answering though! Well, I'll be off now. I gotta meet up with Solomon and Satan. Be back after dinner!"

Lucifer and Simeon watched with wariness as the human left the room with a spring in their step.

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