#Obey Me! Belphie

[mvmmoney]

new bf selfie just dropped <3

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Belphie & Satan tried to make the Anti-Lucifer League into an official club at RAD except they named it the Fuck Lucifer Club and Diavolo showed up so they joined the astronomy & literature clubs instead

[jackalopesao3]

Satan, you just suggested pinching Beel’s nose closed to see if he’s alive. You know exactly what that’s supposed to mean.

[rayofsunshyne]

Post-Shower Belphie 0_0

[topzsun]

ONE; TO THE RAGE THAT FEEDS

── ♡ BELPHEGOR

in which you make your first biggest mistake.

If emulating the average high school experience is the direction Diavolo wanted to take for RAD, he deserves a round of applause. Truly, there was no place like in the Devildom where you could be twenty-three years old but feel like a fifteen-year-old teenager with a ‘kick me!’ sign stuck to your back. You felt like a fish out of water, unlike your… egregious housemates.

You organised the demon brothers into two categories. One, those who pretended like you didn’t exist. Two, who would seek you out for self-serving reasons and even that time is spent barely tolerating your existence. Leviathan, Satan and Beelzebub fell into the first category. Lucifer, Mammon and Asmodeos fall under the latter. They were all pricks, but it felt easier learning how to deal with them once you begin to understand the relationship (or lack thereof) you have with them. The only demon you couldn’t put into a box was Belphegor. His sheer dickheadedness couldn’t be grasped by either label, entirely deserving of a category solely for him. Anytime that isn’t spent treating you like a bug, it’s him reciting vague threats over your life just to solidify the fact his greatest joy will come from you dropping dead at his feet. As Mammon had warned you on your first day, there was only one thing holding him back from killing you and committing the ultimate treason against Diavolo and that is leaving Beelzebub on his own. Not keen on testing Belphegor’s very limited patience, you take the warning seriously and avoid running into him at all costs.

In short, you were in a devil-made prison all thanks to the whims of a prince who believes tossing a defenceless human into a crowd of homicidal degenerates counts for peace.

Your saving grace came in the form of Simeon, oddly enough. It’s not like you were particularly close to him. He reminded you of university friends you’ve had, where you guys would chatter it up during classes and never speak to each other outside of it. He doesn’t divulge the details of his life and never asks for yours either, only present enough to remind you there is someone around to ask how you found breakfast today and if you were enjoying the weather. The distant kindness of an angel, and it’s a cruel form of kindness.

Regardless of your friendship(?) with Simeon, you still sit on your lonesome during lunch. The brothers were jerks, and they were also jerks who liked asserting their authority around the school. They have a table, a large unmissable centrepiece, reserved specifically for them. The surrounding seats have to be vacant, because they didn’t like eating so close to lesser demons. Your seating, assigned by Lucifer himself, was one of the many unoccupied tables next to his brothers. Close enough they can keep an eye on you if anyone tries anything underhanded, but far enough that there is a distinction between them and you. As much as the haughty tone bothered you, Lucifer had an aggravating point. His brothers either blow a gasket about being associated with you, or you risk getting your soul devoured by taking a risk just to have the freedom to sit where you like in the cafeteria. So you sit at your lonesome with nothing to entertain you aside from biting into your dry, human-world sandwich.

Until, finally, lady luck decides to remind you that it has not forgotten you.

You do not notice the body that slides to the seat next to you until you feel something knock against your knee and you abruptly look up out of instinct. It’s a demoness, and the first thing that draws your attention is their green hair cut choppily in a way you think only people in the Devildom can pull off. There is an impish smile on their lips; mischievous but not malicious. However, their arrival is enough to trigger the attention of the table next to you, and you don’t even pay attention to how their chatter has died down to look at the scene in front of them.

“Hi. Human exchange student?” It’s a blunt greeting and a blunt question, and you dumbly nod, stuck mid-bite on a particularly hard piece of lettuce. History will tell you to ignore them, or immediately make a run for it because giving any demon an inch will invite them to take a mile. Yet, something about their relaxed demeanour makes you crave the idea that maybe, you are being approached for reasons as simple as boredom or company.

“I saw your bag. Cute keychains,” They vaguely gesture to the dangle of printed mascots and colour metal looped around the strap of your messenger bag. It was an impulsive purchase you made when you accompanied Lucifer on a very rare shopping trip. It was his idea after Diavolo had invited you over for tea and you couldn’t respond to basic questions about the Devildom, second-hand embarrassment forcing his hand. Enrichment time, he dubbed it, as if you were some kind of dog.

“Oh, thank you,” You reply, offering a practised smile in the hopes they realise you were at least sincere about your gratitude. They match you, with a little less teeth this time and you feel irrationally elated that you’re finally making conversation with someone who didn’t want to outright murder you, or isn’t a divine being born from goodness itself. You go to ask them a question to continue the small talk until the feeling of something burning the side of your head stops you. You turn to notice the unimpressed, very agitated expressions of Satan, Mammon and Asmodeus, their other brothers seemingly missing.

“Interesting…,” It’s surprisingly Satan who cuts in. The book he had been reading is set down, and the glare he sends with his emerald eyes is piercing. Even though he was speaking to the person next to you, it feels like his ire is also directed at you. “I didn’t realise we established a rule that vermin can sit so casually around us.”

You stiffen, your jaw unhinging from the sudden, unnecessary show of cruelty. They weren’t even sitting with them, the demon is sitting with you. Why is that any of their business? You reel your courage, about to respond with a biting reply you’ll surely regret later until something shuffles beside you.

“I apologise for my insolence, m’lord,” You watch with wide eyes as the demon gets up from their seat, directing a low bow to the brothers at the table. “It’s unpardonable of me.”

Your protests die at your tongue when Satan merely replies to them with a scoff, and they walk away without a second glance. Once your shock dies down, anger simmers into your stomach, your throat constricting as if there was rock lodged in there. Your nails grip onto the fabric of your uniform tights, hands trembling. Your mind is muddled with a rush of pessimism and hatred, you can’t wrap your head around what kind of kick these brothers get from pushing you around and controlling everything you do. You felt like an animal, picked for them to drag around everywhere and monopolising every aspect of your life. You were tired. You were tired.

“Are you happy?” You can’t stop the words as they flow out, even though you should’ve. You really should’ve. “They were just being nice to me and you—! God, I hate all of you!”

You’re too beside yourself to notice Mammon stiffening up, or how Asmodeous’ lips quirk up in mild amusement. It’s only Satan who manages to meet you with a response, a snarled “What did you say to me?” sitting on the tip of his tongue but you’ve already rushed out of the cafeteria in a whirlwind, your half-eaten sandwich left abandoned on its tray.

“That idiot,” Mammon breaks the silence with a click of his teeth, going back to shovelling his lunch by the spoonful while his pink-haired brother’s face contorts in disdain at his open-mouthed chewing. Satan doesn’t answer, picking his book back from the table with suddenly sharpened fingers, a small glimpse that he had been on the verge of transforming. Despite him digging his nose back into the novel, Asmodeus knows better than anyone that with his eyes glazed over, Satan is doing anything but reading. You’ve worked him up to quite a frenzy with your audacity. Humans are so predictable, in their happiness and sadness. It’s always the same song and dance. However, Asmodeus can already sense the incoming falling out that will happen once they are back at home, and feels a sudden sting of excitement. Finally, the type of drama he needed to soothe his boredom since his favourite succubus had suddenly stopped responding to him. He opens up his D.D.D with quick taps of his manicured fingers, scrolling to a contact he thinks would appreciate this gossip.

asmobby: omg belphs guess wht hppned xxx

[noxinara]

what i'm used to:

what i got after putting on belphie's shower art:

😳😳😳--

[the-sheep-from-obeyme-real]

the obey me! polls still only have 23 responses as of this moment right now. (which is somewhat surprising to me because i personally really like answering polls. but i suppose its because you have to click on a link to get to the polls as opposed to just having to click on the singular button you for tumblr polls) regardless, I'll start working on posting the results early next month (early august), even if there arent very many responses by then. the poll will still be up long past then, however, and i will continue to maintain it. and i will eventually likely share the results again periodically. you can reblog this post or the original one for a larger sample size. or simply share the link to the poll itself. my usual art/meme/etc reblogs will be going back to their irregularly unscheduled programming now. i had just wanted to give these posts about the polls some time to sit at the top of my profile [https://forms.gle/qavoYGb8cx8dgA6H8]

[inhumanliquid]

Woe, agere Belphie propaganda be upon ye.

Obligatory "art is by NTT Solmare Corp and I just edited it" due to recent developments ♡

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER DAILY CHAT SPOILERS‼️

slight og lesson 16 spoilers

masterlist | brothers' chats | dateables/side characters chats

SHJDGDKSBDB dramatic ass 😭

as much as i hate the whole...og lesson 16 fiasco, belphie is funny asl. i do wish they handled his character better bc ain't no way i'm just supposed to act all happy go lucky after you killed one version of me and then run up to the real me right after and try to kill me AGAIN 😐

a simple "i'm sorry" while begging and pleading and sobbing at my feet would've sufficed but noooooo

him saying "baited breath" for some reason reminded me of a part from this one shrek the musical song (the mental illness runs deep with me y'all)

[still-a-morosexual-help]

WHAT KIND OF LIFE HAVE THEY LIVED THAT THEY CAN JUST CASUALLY DROP THAT IN CONVERSATION!?!?!?

I want to dissect them

I want to study them under a microscope

They're either the biggest troll alive or this was legit. Either way I'm obsessed

"WHAT!? WHY!? WHEN!?" Belphie asks.

"That time you killed me." MC says.

And Belphie's so distraught he completely forgets they poofed back into life almost immediately

[jackalopesao3]

HCs For What The Obey Me Cast Smell Like 🌹🌼

Characters: everyone that has had a face reveal

This has been in my drafts for over a year. I finally finished it. Enjoy!

Lucifer

A cologne with a signature mix of fresh scents with some notes of leather. When he’s tired, he’ll occasionally switch to a cool cologne with minty notes to perk himself up. There’s also a faint aroma of tea or coffee in him depending on what he’s brewing to stay awake to burn the midnight oil to finish his endless work.

Mammon

Money Hmmm…a luxury cologne for sure! We all know he has a taste for high end items. I think he’d go for an old school fragrance, maybe something citrusy with a hint of tobacco.

Leviathan

Say it with me: Axe Body Spray

When Asmodeus yeets his axe into the void like the good little brother he is, he will gift Leviathan with cologne he thinks he will like. This means anything that comes in an anime-style container. So Leviathan’s scent will vary.

Satan

New book smell, old book smell, catnip - it depends on what he’s up to. I don’t doubt for one second he always has at least one pouch of catnip on him. He probably has some nice cologne too courtesy of Asmo or his various connections in his social circles.

Asmodeus

He likes to burn vanilla, sandalwood, and amber scented candles and incense so he has those scents on him. Asmo also has a variety of colognes and perfumes so his scent changes almost daily.

Beelzebub

Beel could smell like the most heavenly cupcakes ever baked or the greasiest burger ever fried. It all depends on what he just ate. Because of how much the boy eats he tends to smell like the food he ate.

No one is to give him food-scented cologne because he will just eat the bottle. He uses neutralizing scents to bathe so the scents don’t get in the way of him enjoying his food later.

Belphegor

Fabric softener with notes of lavender. He needs the softest of sheets with the most relaxing scent possible. Sometimes he’ll opt to use a lavender and eucalyptus scented pillow mist too so that scent will cling to him.

Diavolo

A woody cologne to go along with his naturally smoky scent from his constant use of fire magic. Sometimes he changes it up with warm scents like cinnamon and ginger or something lively like citrus.

Barbatos

If he were to wear cologne at all it would be something very subtle with notes of bergamot that closely matches earl grey tea. The notes are calming yet revitalizing at the same time. Sometimes it’s whatever pastries he’s just baked. He smells sweet and warm. Barbatos can also smell very clean like tea tree oil with notes of mint. It just depends on what he’s doing at the time.

Simeon

Most mornings he smells like pancakes since he’s constantly making them for Luke. Simeon also likes refreshing scents with minty notes or anything with an “ocean” or “sea” label as it helps him to relax and focus on writing.

Solomon

He is constantly burning sage, patchouli, nag champa, or frankincense to cover up the smell of his various potions and experiments so he smells like an incense hippie shop. (I highly approve btw!)

BUT I could also see this weirdo quickly spritzing Old Spice on himself as well.

Luke

Little angel baby bakes a lot so he smells sweet with notes of whatever it is that he’s baking or like the pancakes he loves to eat!

Thirteen

It depends on her mood! Some days it’s strawberries like her favorite strawberry shampoo and body wash. Other days she goes for something different like amber or a floral scent.

Mephistopheles

On days he pulls all nighters working on the newspaper, coffee: black, medium roast. Besides that he wears a posh cologne brand with notes of rosewood and tobacco.

Raphael

Pine trees and woody notes with a hint of spice. Is it cologne, his body wash, or his natural scent? You’ll have to ask him!

[topzsun]

TWO; TO DEFEAT THAT BRINGS CHANGE

── ♡ BELPHEGOR

in which you reach the end of your rope, and give belphegor hope.

Amidst your frazzled mind, you justified that you might as well skip returning to the House of Lamentation. You couldn’t get in any more trouble than you’ve put yourself in already. Mammon strolls beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of his unkempt blazer as he grins away, satisfied. The bags in your hand weigh heavy, and if it weren’t for the sunglasses and second lunch he bought for you, you would have told the prick to carry his things.

While to an outsider’s perspective, it looks like two friends going out shopping. The reality is you are about to throw up the innards of your stomach while Mammon has… well… dissociated and made a choice to enjoy the moment before he is inevitably strung to the ceiling for another month.

The backstory of this chaotic evening began when Mammon kicked open the door of your Enochian class while you were in the midst of packing up and leaving for the day. He boldly declares that you will be accompanying him on a shopping trip (drawing the unwanted attention of several of your lingering classmates), before dragging you out by the wrist. You were surprised by this random invitation, after the events of that disastrous morning. Then again… It’s Mammon. Anytime he’s made you ‘hang’ with him came for self-serving reasons. Today, it seemed he needed a pack mule as he spent away the last of his paycheck. You just didn’t expect he’d been considerate enough to get you anything in return for your efforts. You’ve been on pins and needles ever since.

“He can’t get mad if I tell him I’ll pay ‘em back, right?’ He states it like it's a question, but you know he’s not waiting for your response. You and him both know what the answer is, but only one of you is willing to accept the reality of it.

In one of the many luxury branded shops Mammon decided to spree at, he found a leather jacket with a price tag that had so many zeroes it made your head spin. His final purchase for the day, he justified as he scanned Goldie. When it declines, an embarrassing system error noise that makes you bite the bottom of your lip, Mammon is left with his last resort. Lucifer’s emergency card, in case there is anything you drastically need that exceeds the set monthly allowance Diavolo sends you. You only sigh, knowing any attempt at stopping him would be futile. By now, Lucifer should of long since gotten the notification of Mammon’s purchase. The white-haired demon is a dead man.

“I’ll say it’s for you,” The Avatar of Greed descends into rambles the closer the two of you approach the House of Lamentation, and you realise the panic has finally settled in. “He can’t get mad at me for that, right?”

You think there is a higher chance of Lucifer eloping with you to a flip-flop shop in Hawaii than ever believing Mammon’s poorly thought-out fib.

Your companion opens the towering oak doors slowly and gently, his mop of ivory hair peeking through the entrance hall in search of his older brother. After a minute he ushers you to follow him with a frantic wave and you can only shake your head at the ridiculousness. Regardless, you trail after him as he timorously creeps past archways and doors in fear of Lucifer, stopping every so often to shoot you a sharp glare when the shopping bags betray the sound of shuffling. It feels like forever when you both reach his room, and you’ve never seen him close a door so fast in your life. You set the bags down, your arms and back crying out at the sharp aching that courses through you. You wanted nothing more than to crash into bed and sleep the entire weekend away. The demon responsible for your exhaustion similarly relaxes, flopping the weight of his entire body to his couch strewn with chip packets and unwashed clothing that make your nose upturn.

When he says nothing, not even a “thank you”, you decide it's your cue to leave and return to the sanctuary of your room. You turn your back but waver, your fingers hovering over the cold metal of his doorknob. A question has been mulling in the back of your brain, ever since you stormed out before, and you don’t know if rest will come easy to you if you don’t bite the bullet and ask. You take in a sharp breath.

“Mammon?” There is a few seconds worth of a pause before you hear an annoyed “What?” mumbled through the face pressed against a pillow. “Is Satan really that mad?”

There is another stretch of silence, which has begun to irritate you, before Mammon finally lifts his face from the cushioned fabric, just to face you with a deadpan look.

“Yeah, he’s pissed,” He answers bluntly and you can’t help but wince. With all of his flaws, if there was one thing you appreciated about him, it was his unexpected honesty. For a demon who lies as easily as he breathes, so far he hasn’t sugarcoated anything with you or fed you a sweet delusion just to lure you into a trap. He annoys you, and he pulls you around like a rag doll, but he’s always been upfront about his intentions. It makes him tolerable.

He looks at you with narrowed eyes, before sighing as if he’s given up on something. He flops back down, this time on his back, but he continues talking.

“But when ain’t he? If I were you, I’d avoid him for now until something else gets him worked up.”

“Oh, thank you…” You blink at him dumbly, caught off-guard by the sudden helpful advice. You hesitate before continuing. “And I’m sorry about, you know, before. I don’t really hate you or anything.”

You shuffle on your feet awkwardly when Mammon doesn’t respond. It’s suffocating, this sudden show of vulnerability. You both have never conversed like this, your interactions swinging between the pendulum of him dragging you around, or you witnessing the consequences of his reckless decisions. You ready yourself to just turn and leave, maybe bury your head into a pillow in embarrassment and hope it suffocates you to death.

“You’re so annoying,” He groans exaggeratedly, drawing out his syllables. You almost miss the pink coating the tip of his pointed ears. “Just… avoid Belphie while you’re at it. Even if ya’ avoided Satan, he’d definitely try and provoke him in front of you just for a reaction.”

You can’t hide the quirk of your lips as you thank him for the final time, while he dismisses you with a wave of his manicured hand. You feel a little warmer about your housemate, and with your new sunglasses tucked in a gift bag, you head towards the comfort of your room.

Only to turn a corner and almost run into the looming figure of the eldest brother, his sharp eyebrows raised dangerously and the ever-permanent scowl etched on his tinted lips.

“I will be speaking to you later,” He promises, his voice eerily lofty, and it’s enough for you to scamper out of the way as he makes the familiar stride to Mammon’s room.

The feeling of satisfaction disappears as quickly, and you make the walk of shame to Lucifer’s office with Mammon’s shrieks fading behind you.

The clicking ticks of the grandfather clock and the crackling of fire from the fireplace are the only consistent sounds in Lucifer’s office. Despite the interior picked out to look… somewhat homely, it’s unbearably cold in here. It’s what having Lucifer as an owner does to any living space. Said man sits at his desk, stacking away some leftover paperwork with sharp movements, even the act itself done with a level of perfection. You start to understand the reason why Lucifer felt so distant from the rest of his brothers. While the brothers thrive in their actions of imperfection and sloppiness, everything Lucifer does is precise and accurate. It’s the type of meticulousness no one can achieve, and so that’s why in your mind, you grant Lucifer much less humanity than the rest.

When dark irises finally look up to meet your impasse stare, he begins by saying.

“The unapproved shopping trip is not the reason you are here.”

You stay silent.

“I heard of a… spat that occurred earlier this morning,” He raises a perfectly arched brow, long fingers interlocking together as he places them on the desk. “If you have been troubled by anything during your stay, do come forward and speak to me about it.”

You are taken aback by his sudden consideration of you and your obvious displeasure of your living situation. Lucifer wasn’t the person you would have thought would be the first to be compassionate of your struggles, so sure the extent of his concern would boil down to “just deal with it”. Perhaps you judged him too harshly and quickly. Before you can open your mouth to speak, Lucifer continues.

“Because I can not be having a repeated incident like the one in the cafeteria. You are an exchange student under Diavolo’s care, ergo every action of yours will be a reflection on him. I will not have him be humiliated by your public tantrums,” Lucifer has a flair for stabbing any faith you had in him to death. Hot white anger fills your being, your fingers twitching to strangle him with his own stupid tie.

“Fine,” Is all you manage to spit out, because you think if you had to say anything with more syllables, you’d either start crying or break the nearest piece of furniture next to you. Maybe both. You don’t wait to gauge his reaction, as you’re already briskly storming out of the room, closing the mahogany door behind you with a purposeful slam. Lucifer never comes out to call you out on it.

As you pass by to lock yourself in your room for the remainder of the night, you miss the demon lingering at the end of the hall, who had just eavesdropped on the entire exchange.

Belphegor’s smile only widened.

[shiloh-the-human]

*MC and Belphie walk through the door*

Lucifer (nonchalantly): "How many people died?"

[bite-sized-devil]

Character Headcanons

TW: violence, loosely based off lesson 16

☠️ Angry/violent headcanons

Belphegor:

How dumb could you humans get?

It was so easy to get you to let him out of his make shift prison. Falling so quickly for his misunderstood innocent act. He's not sure how you weren't killed immediately after coming to the devildom if not from a random demon surely his brothers!

Did you really just unlock his door? And wearing such a sweet little smile as you step towards him. As if you're old friends, as if he doesn't hate your entire species.

Foolish really, does your gut not tell you to run from him? Do you not have that little voice in your head that whispers words of warning to you? Silly little pathetic human.

He will admit you are quite pretty... for a human, he can't deny he's thought about you once or twice in ways he shouldn't. Especially not now that he has his hands wrapped around your delicate throat.

Your striking eyes always so bright and happy when you speak to him now bulging, spilling with tears and turning red. Soft red kissable lips normally turned up in a sweet smile now parted as you gasp desperately for air.

It really is such a shame to kill someone so lovely, but you should have thought about that before you had the audacity to be born a human.

I feel sad writing this! Gotta go read something soft and sweet 😭💕

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[the-sheep-from-obeyme-real]

Obey Me! polls

So I have no idea if anyone who follows me actually remembers awhile ago when i used to post polls a lot? well the reason I stopped was because I noticed a pretty big flaw with me using tumblr polls for this. which is that I can't ensure that its the same people answering all the questions. so the results got a little fucky. (not sure if my exact logic there makes sense but its the conclusion i came to.) regardless ive wanted to make a google form for this for awhile, but i never did because i wasnt sure if anyone would actually respond to it. (+it seemed like a lot of effort and im lazy) anyway i made a google form. theres like ten-billion obey me related questions in there (it is not that many). I'll post the results as i see interesting things,,,. you get the idea pretty pretty please answer it? i love data,,, so much... anyway heres the form link vv https://forms.gle/yM5KihdJQYxUK37U7 (if anyone has any other questions they think i should add, ask me and i might just add them)

[poetic-dumbass]

Mephisto: Imagine being a Lucifer stan- couldn't be me. Has anyone made a fancam? Belphie: Yea, Diavolo puts him on the news all the time.