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the-softest-love-is-ours · 1 year ago
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F/O headcanons: Obey Me Universe Edition!
(More will be added with time; this one is also long so most of them are under the cut)
(Also, many of these are inspired from headcanons I’ve previously read, so you may recognize them. Unfortunately, most of these have been in my phone for a long time so I don’t remember some of the original sources; if you do though, please message me so I can give proper credits)
When it comes to proposing, instead of a ring, demons present a much more personal item; their grimoire. Grimoires are the guide to literally everything about their demon, everything from personal experiences, their knowledge, habits, spells. Literally everything about the demon is documented in their grimoire.
Non-human species don’t experience a lot of things humans do. These include but are not limited to: allergies, hair shedding, circadian rhythms, and such.
Continuing on the previous point; one human trait that non-humans find utterly adorable and fascinating is the subconscious human nature to mimic things. Humans tend to try to relate to things, which is why personification is so prominent in everything they do. (Ex: how some tell wobbly objects to stay or loud machines to shut up).
When it comes to courting, demons of mammalian familiars tend to put forth their desirables traits of strength and parental tendencies to show to their hopeful mate that they will be able to provide them with strong and healthy children and a safe and happy home.
Mammalian demons also tend to show off how healthy and beautiful they are. Letting their hopeful mate groom them, eating around their mate to show they have a healthy diet, and for the more adventurous ones they’ll brave more tumultuous conditions to show they have strong immune systems. These behaviors are to show they will provide healthy and beautiful children.
Reptilian demons tend to make jewelry with their scales for hopeful mates. Honestly these pieces tend to be gorgeous. With an added touch that when they start growing interested in a partner, they tend to do their best to shine their scales until they glimmer as a beauty appeal.
Avian demons love to dance. With friends, family and potential mates. It’s just something they really love.
Winged demons like to flap their wings, often unintentionally at the sight of their desired mate. To add to this point, a love-struck avian will not be able to control their feathers fluffing up upon sight of their target or a gentle touch.
Avians have a strong urge to bring you beautiful small things like flowers or marbles or even rings, but nonetheless small things. Reptilians tend to be of a more mysterious nature and prefer gifting things like bones, potions, and occult items. Aquatic gifts tend to be seashells, trinkets, or things they enjoy.
Venomous Insectoid demons will create antidotes and mix them into foods they give to their target mate; this will ensure their target is not harmed by their venom.
Inspiration from @astaroth1357
Inspiration from @obae-me
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aydien677 · 3 months ago
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Incorrect Quotes # 5?
Mc: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Lucifer ? 
Lucifer : 
 No.
Satan : I do! 
Mc: I know, Satan. 
Satan: I Hate Lucifer
Mc: I know, Satan.
Levi : Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million grimm?
Mammon: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house. 
Mc: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million. 
Mammon: Good thinking.
Lucifer : Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. 
Mammon : You were flirting with Mc. 
Lucifer : So what? They're my partner. 
Mammon : You asked them if they were single. 
Lucifer : "..."
Mammon : "And then you cried when they said they weren't."
Solomon : Hey, Mc? Can I get some dating advice?
Mc: Just because I’m with Lucifer doesn’t mean I know how I did it.
Satan : Why are you on the floor?
Belphie : I'm depressed.
Belphie : Also I was stabbed, can you get Beel, please
Mc: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? 
Mammon : The car takes a screenshot. 
Lucifer : For the last time, get the fuck out.
Mc: *subtly breaking the fourth wall* "I have now fed the fandom like throwing meat to the sharks."
Lucifer: "Dafuck?"
Barbatos: *who canonically breaks the fourth wall in the manga* "Good job Mc, should keep them distracted for a little longer"
Solomon: "?????"
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froggibus · 2 years ago
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Seeing Their Pact Mark For The First Time - Obey Me! Brothers
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Summary: how they react to seeing their pact mark for the first time
CW: branding, marking, general possessiveness? suggestive (Lucifer’s and Asmo’s), jealousy (Levi’s)
more obey me content!! i am down bad for MAMMON rn so that’s what brought this about lol. also some happier content (thank god)
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Lucifer
his is on the back of your neck
usually it’s hidden under your hair or the collar of your shirt so no one really sees it 
lucifer is curious about it but doesn’t really care to ask
honestly he got really busy after the pact was formed and forgot all about it
you’re late for school one day and rushing to get ready in the bathroom when Lucifer walks by 
you have your head down looking for something and he sees it on the back of your neck
literally stops in his tracks and does a double take 
“so that’s where it is.”
jumpscare 
he asks to see it again
has you sit down in front of him so he can play with your hair and rub his fingers across the mark 
he loves that there’s a vow on your body binding you to him that only he can see
unless he gets jealous and “accidentally” uncovers it in front of someone 
(also unrelated but imagine giving him head in a position where he can see it—him holding you by the pact mark and guiding you along his length)
Mammon
it’s on your back where your heart would be
you know what it means but you don’t want to tell Mammon about it
he would probably just make fun of you anyways
one day he comes to see you after school, and forgets to knock
unfortunately for both of you, you’re in the process of changing into your pyjamas 
he walks in right as you take your shirt off, and he’s greeted by your back and the golden mark that resides there
definitely screams and hides his face in his arm 
“w-why are you naked??”
“why didn’t you knock?!”
you finish putting on your shirt and lay down on your bed, stomach first 
“mammon, you can open your eyes now”
he awkwardly does, relief washing over him when he sees that you’re fully clothed
“so what did you need?”
“was that my pact mark on your back?”
you agree and then ask if he wants to see it
he does but insists it’s just to see what it looks like (no other reason)
you lift the back of your shirt up and continue laying down on your stomach
Mammon feels really emotional looking at it
his pact mark, on his human?
he traces the outline of it, in awe of how it looks on your skin 
neither of you say anything for a while, you just lay there contentedly while he runs his fingers over the mark over and over again 
Levi
his is on your left thigh, just below where your underwear sit
what better placement for the Avatar of Envy?
you couldn’t find it at first, but you could feel it 
when you did finally find the orange mark on your leg, you knew that Levi would implode if he ever found it 
Levi sees you showing his brothers their pact marks and gets a little a lot jealous 
doesn’t confront you about it tho and instead decides to go pout in his room about it 
when you come in to check on him, he’s a little cold with you 
“cmon leviachan, talk to me. what’s got you so upset?”
you have to listen to a five minute self deprecation spiral before he even tells you why he’s upset
“levi
you know that if you wanted to see your mark, all you had to do was ask, right?”
he’s a little embarrassed about it now but with some gentle coaxing you manage to calm him down enough and get him to sit on the bed across from you
when you start unbuttoning your pants, his face burns 
“OMG y/n, w-what are you doing?”
“calm down, Levi
just, look, okay?”
you tug your pants down to your knees and stretch out your left leg so that he can see the orange mark 
“open your eyes, Levi, it’s just my underwear”
Levi wants to argue that it’s not just your underwear but he shuts up when he opens his eyes and sees the mark
it’s on your thigh of all places???
if people thought he was a pervert before, what would they think of him now??
“Levi,” you say, trying to bring him back to reality
when that doesn’t work, you grab his hand and place it over your thigh 
his hands are warm compared to your cold skin and it grounds you both 
“are you better now?”
he nods slowly, unable to look at you while his hand is on your bare thigh 
Satan
his is on the left side of your rib cage 
it’s just hidden enough that even if you wear crop tops, he wouldn’t be able to see it 
he definitely went around asking his brothers where theirs was in order to process of elimination where it is 
he doesn’t want you to just tell him
he feels like he should be able to know/guess where it is just based on the connection 
probably overworks himself trying to figure it out
finally, after a few nights of detective work and little sleep, you force him to lay in his bed 
“I’m going to show you where it is, and in return, you’re going to actually get some sleep”
he begrudgingly agrees, propping his head up on the headboard to watch you
you straddle his hips and slowly strip your shirt off, adjusting so that he can see the green mark of wrath 
his mouth goes dry seeing it 
he definitely didn’t consider that it would be there of all places 
reaches out and brushes his fingers across it 
“is it everything you hoped for” you joke
but it really is everything he hoped for 
Asmo
its below your belly button, stopping just above your pubic bone
it’s kinda the perfect spot for him too 
a cute little pink swirl leading to your precious parts
Asmo likes to giggle and speculate where it shows up
honestly he hopes a little that it ends up over your heart, but he won’t be disappointed otherwise 
loves to tease you about the mark too
one day you’ve had enough of his teasing and speculation though
“I’m putting this to rest, Asmo,” and you take him to your room and make him sit on his knees in front of you
you roll up your shirt and he can see just the beginnings of it under your belly button 
then you unbutton your pants and roll them down to your thighs so he can see the rest of it
his eyes are practically glowing when he sees it
“it’s so pretty!!” he gushes
asks if he can touch it and you agree, gasping when his perfectly manicured fingers brush across your mark
presses a kiss to it and leaves a glob of sparkly lipstick behind 
begs you to let him take a picture of it to keep (and may or may not set it as his Home Screen) 
also expect him to be admiring it and touching it anytime he sees it
Beel
his showed up just above your belly button
he always wondered where it was but never thought to ask 
if you wanted to show him, you would
right?
eventually gives in to his impulses and asks you directly 
“y/n
” bro is sweating buckets
you’re genuinely worried something is wrong by how serious he is at first 
“what’s up?”
“I just wanted to know
where’s my pact mark?”
Oh 
you’re honestly relieved it wasn’t anything too serious 
“follow me”
you bring him into your room and close the door behind him
honestly Beel starts to worry where it is 
when you slowly peel off your t-shirt, he covers his eyes and his cheeks flush 
you have to pry his hand off of his eyes to even get him to look 
“beel—calm down. it’s on my stomach.”
he’s breathless when he sees the swirling red mark
asks if he can touch and you nod eagerly 
his touch is gentle, calloused fingers smoothing over your skin 
you’re not sure what prompts you to ask, but suddenly you’re looking up at him through your lashes and asking “do you like it?”
Beel doesn’t even know what to respond to that 
of course he likes it
it’s a mark that ties the two of you together 
instead of answering, he chooses to press a soft kiss to the centre of your mark
Belphie
belphie’s is a tramp stamp
it’s on your lower back, right on the spot where your t-shirt always rides up while you sleep 
you’re half convinced that it only showed up there as a joke 
Belphie never really cared much to see it either 
like he always saw his brothers asking and fawning over theirs but he just
didn’t care
he always felt a bit of a disconnect regarding your pact tbh
he comes home early from school one day to take a nap and sees you already sleeping on the couch
you’re curled up in a ball, your face shoved in the cushions
and your shirt is twisted and has started to ride up as you move in your sleep
he sees the mark and his first thought is “y/n has a tattoo?”
he moves closer to see what it is and as soon as he realizes it’s his pact mark he almost falls over 
it’s there of all places?
because of fucking course it is
he kinda just sits on the floor next to you for a while admiring it while you sleep
until he notices you’re shivering and feels like he has to do something about it
slowly pulls down your shirt over the mark he loves so much and lays his jacket on top of you
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bryan-writes · 2 months ago
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Omg I loved your obey me headcanons, do you think you could do some for the brothers what you think they’d do if they missed MC? Like certain things they do to comfort or remind themselves of their beloved sheep 🙏
Hi anon, thank you so much omgđŸ«¶!! I hope you like these, I think I ended up making them a bit more sad than intended so I added their reactions to you coming back home to them!
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Obey me headcannons— the seven brothers
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Things the brothers do when you’re away, and how they react when you come back home to them <3
A tiny bit of hurt and a lot of comfort!
Credit to the lovely @strangergraphics for the dividers!
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Lucifer
He buries himself in his work, convincing himself it's better than dwelling on the ache of your absence. His office fills with your ghost— he catches himself glancing at the empty chair you’d occupy during late-night talks, and every note you’ve left him sits neatly on his desk like a shrine. He wears the cologne you once complimented, hoping the familiar scent will carry your presence. His piano becomes his greatest solace; he plays songs that remind him of you, the notes heavy with longing.
When you return and he sees you, it’s as though the weight of millennia slips from his shoulders. His mask of calm falters as he quietly pulls you into his arms, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. He murmurs something like, “You shouldn’t leave me for so long,” but his voice cracks at the end, betraying just how much he missed you. Later, he’ll pour you demonus and ask you to stay with him while he plays for you, his music much softer and warmer now that you’ve returned.
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Mams
He gets restless, roaming the halls of the House of Lamentation as though he might find you around the next corner. He tends to talk to your things— your jacket left on his desk chair, your favorite blanket— telling them stories he wishes he could tell you. At night, he holds onto a trinket you gave him, flipping it in his hands like a talisman. His brother’s tease him for constantly staring at his D.D.D., waiting for a text that doesn’t come fast enough.
Mammon’s reaction is immediate and chaotic when you return. He practically trips over himself to get to you, scooping you up in a hug so tight it almost knocks the air out of your lungs. He doesn’t stop talking— apologizing for nothing in particular, asking if you missed him, bragging that he knew you couldn’t stay away for long. Later, when you’re alone, he’ll quietly place your trinket back in your hand and confesses, “I couldn’t let this outta my sight while you were gone.”
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Levi
He surrounds himself with distractions, marathoning your favorite shows and games just to feel closer to you. He tries to send you messages about every little thing, but halfway through his typing, he worries he’s being annoying and deletes them. His room becomes a shrine to your shared moments— he keeps a space clear for you on the couch, even though he knows you’re not there. The silence feels heavier without your laughter during cutscenes.
When you return, he’s so overwhelmed that he freezes in place when he sees you, blushing furiously and stammering about how he “didn’t even miss you that much.” But when you sit beside him and grab a controller, he can’t help the grin that breaks across his face. Later, he’ll shyly gift you a little figurine he made while you were gone— a character modeled after you, his way of saying you’re always a hero to him.
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Satan
He writes. He fills pages with letters he’ll never send, his thoughts spilling out in poetic lines that ache with longing. He haunts the bookstores and libraries of the Devildom, searching for volumes you might have enjoyed, and carefully sets them aside for you. At night, he reads your favorite book, fingers brushing the margins where your handwriting lingers. He leaves a single fresh flower in your room each morning, a silent reminder of his quiet devotion.
When you return, Satan greets you with perfect composure, though his trembling hands give him away when he places the flower of the day into yours. “You’ve kept me waiting,” he says with a teasing smile, but his eyes are glassy, full of relief. Later, he’ll read to you by the fire, pausing to press his forehead into yours between chapters. You’ll find his letters hidden in your room days later, each one an unspoken promise of how deeply he missed you.
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Asmo
His world feels dull without you. He dresses up every day, hoping to catch your attention from afar, even though you’re nowhere near to notice. He talks to the mirror as if it were you, imagining what you’d say about his newest outfit or skincare routine. His D.D.D. becomes his lifeline, full of selfies and voice messages he’s too nervous to send. Every love song feels like it was written for you, and he hums them softly, thinking of you.
When you return, Asmo runs to you in a whirlwind of perfume and tears, wrapping you in the sweetest embrace. “Darling, don’t ever leave me again!” He cries, holding your face in his hands as if to memorize every inch of it. He pulls you into his room to show you all the things he’s been saving to share with you— lipsticks, photos, and little notes he wrote about how much he loves you. That night, he clings to you, whispering over and over how radiant you make his world.
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Beel
He finds himself lingering in the kitchen, making your favorite meals and waiting for you to join him. He starts carrying extra snacks that remind him of you, just in case he runs into you somehow. He visits all the places you used to go together, hoping the memories will starve off the hollow feeling in his chest. At night, he leaves an extra plate at the dinner table, unable to bring himself to break the habit of setting a spot for you.
When you return, Beels smile is so wide it feels like sunshine breaking through the clouds. He immediately offers you something to eat, wanting to share every meal he made while you were gone. When he hugs you, it’s gentle but firm, as though he’s grounding himself in the fact that you’re really there. “I made too much food while you were gone,” he admits bashfully, “but now we can eat it together.”
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Belphie
His dreams are filled with you, and he sleeps more than usual to chase the feeling of having you near. He steals one of your pillows or blankets, keeping it close so the scent of you lulls him to sleep. On sleepless nights, he stares at the stars, thinking about all the times you’ve stargazed together. He pretends he doesn’t care, but his room feels colder without you, and his naps are restless.
When you return, Belphie’s reaction is subtle but heartfelt. He’ll act nonchalant, lying on the couch with his hat pulled low, but his hand reaches out for yours the moment you’re close. “Took you long enough,” he says with a smirk, tugging you down to lay beside him. He’ll wrap his arms around you like a cocoon, murmuring softly, “Don’t go anywhere this time.” His breathing evens out quickly, finally content with you in his arms again.
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daytaker · 10 months ago
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Imagine if demons don’t get scars. Their skin just heals itself eventually. And imagine how confused they are if you have a scar. Or if Solomon has scars. Like. What the fuck is this? It’s like they’ve lived their life with a dry erase marker and a white board and someone walks up with their own white board and a sharpie. Why
? How
? What the fuck, why doesn’t it wipe off?
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cosmicstarlatte · 2 years ago
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MC: Mr.Beelzebub, can you please point out & tell the court who was it that called you-
MC (wiping a tear away): 'a bad demon'
Beel (sniffling & pointing to Lucifer): It was him!
[Gasping in the room & Simeon faints]
Diavolo (eating popcorn on the judges bench): His own brother!?
Barbatos: Young master,you have to remain neutral
Diavolo: Right
Lucifer: He ate our entire week's groceries in just a day!
MC: Maybe! But to say such nasty impactful comments!? Cruelty I say!
Lucifer: And I'd say it again!
Beel: (sad whimper)
Diavolo (strikes gavel): I've seen enough! Lucifer you're sentenced to 3 hours time out! Go to the corner of shame!
Diavolo (whispering): Also you have to come to my sleep over this Saturday
Lucifer: What!?
MC (blowing kisses): Thank you judge diavolo~
Diavolo (grabbing the kisses & patting them to his cheek): No thank you, my little lamb ♡
Lucifer: This court is corrupt
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three-realms-archive · 1 month ago
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The Bus Journey
Summary/Details: Fluffy, romantic bus ride with a sleepy MC. A bit of Mammon character exploration.
Mammon often knew what he was be doing. He was impulsive - but he would rather you use the word 'confident' - like that. If there was something valuable nearby, his focus would be on how to get it for himself. If he was in need of cash, he'd find whatever part-time job he needed to top up his wallet.
And when it came to hanging out with you, he always knew exactly what to do.
... Or so he told himself.
This moment was another of those moments where chanting you know what you're doing, you know what you're doing in his head wasn't working the way it usually did.
Bus rides were meant to mundane and simple - yet Mammon was buzzing with excitement that morning as you declared that you and he would be taking the bus together back home from school that day. And, though spending time with you was the main reason for his joy, Mammon thought bus rides were pretty cool; and pretty damn relaxing. The gentle patter of the engine, as it hums with energy and eagerness. The satisfying rocking up and down, swaying to an imaginary rhythm as the bus rolls over speed bumps and rocky roads. The occasional ring of the bell; and the occasional shuffling of passengers in-and-out of their seats.
Seats, as in plural.
As in he has a seat, and you have a seat; and you each have a seat to sit in, so there's no need to be any closer than him in his seat, and you in yours.
Mammon kept shifting his eyes to your head, inching ever-closer to his shoulder - the 'you know what you're doing's ringing so loudly in his head, he almost couldn't hear your quiet snoring. It was unfair, how you got to be undisturbed in all of this, whilst simultaneously torturing him.
His fingers fidgeted, restlessly. One of his hands gravitated towards you... stopping slightly before it reached your shoulder. He could tilt your head back? He could wake you up. He... could give you a gentle push towards your seat? But then, what if you hit your head? What if you got a concussion? What if you hit your head and woke up with amnesia and forgot all about him, and his brothers, and decided to move back to the human realm and live out the rest of your life as a farmer in the countryside, or something? He retracted his hand, his fingers continuing to fidget.
Moment later the bus switched lanes; and your head was now fully against the back of his chair. With a small, skittery yelp, he scooted over - half his body hanging off his seat. His seat. His seat, where he thought it was all his, and he thought he had it under his control; and he thought he knew what he should be doing, who he was, and what he was meant to be before you came barging in and taking over seats like you -
The bus made a left turn.
Your head fell into his chest; no fanfare, anticlimactic. And it's an accident; until it isn't, when you sleepily flop your arms onto him and grab fistfuls of his jacket, snuggling deeper into him with a dopey, dreamlike smile.
Mammon didn't know what he was doing, he realised. Instinctively, he let his hands find their way around you, scooping you up awkwardly. He held you against him, fingers firmly still as they clasp your back and savour your warmth. Was he doing this right? Maybe. Maybe not.
... Looking down at your sleeping face, Mammon didn't think he cared that much.
(ayyyyyyyyy finally an upload! inspired by that one time belphegor gets on the bus, falls asleep and gets lost... but has absolutely nothing to do with that, lol. lowkey, was surprised by the whole 'they have normal buses' thing, so i decided to use another bus ride trope for this story.)
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borntobabygirl · 8 months ago
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Diavolo can imitate the call of a Devildom native animal perfectly
He did it one time to call the animal over and Lucifer was so fucking impressed and scared
He tried to teach Lucifer how to do it but Lucifer accidentally got down the call of a different animal (which happened to be a sub-genus of Cerberus so he can use the call on Cerberus(a few times for it to work though))
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obeymecosmicvenus · 5 months ago
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𖀐 Random Hc 𖀐
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Masterlist
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𖀐 Lucifer likes indie pop/rock but never listens to it, he fears his brothers will find out and make fun of him.
𖀐 Mammon watches Mc sleep when he is anxious.
𖀐 Everyone knows Levi cosplays women sometimes.... but what they don't know is he loved acting feminine so much he made a drag queen name for himself. He never does drag though because he thinks he is just an icky gamer and no one will like it.
𖀐 Satan "accidently" turned Mc into a cat for 24 hours to see what would happen.
𖀐 Asmo got Lucifers worst punishment (usually saved for Mammon) when he skinny dipped in Lord Diavolo's private pool.... Lord Diavolo was amused, Lucifer was not. (This is basically canon ngl)
𖀐 Mammon once had a pet Chicken that he named Goldie 2. Beel didn't know it was Mammon's so he ate it. Mammon only had it for a few hours, but 1000+ years later he still holds a grudge against his little brother.
𖀐 Belphie curls up on Mc's head when they are asleep, he has almost suffocated Mc many times.... he won't change. It's gonna keep happening
𖀐 Solomon and Mc invented a secret language using memes so the brothers wouldn't understand.
𖀐 Diavolo has repeatedly asked Mc to be his sugar baby.... all he wants is to spoil his human, but all of the brothers made Mc swear they wouldn't agree... and Mc is very serious about pinky promises.
𖀐 Barbatos uses his power way to frequently to keep Mc alive.
𖀐 We already know Simeon feels guilt that he didn't fall with his former brothers... when he met Mc, that guilt got worse and he started wondering what life would be like if he did fall. (To the point his wings started darkening since angels have free will. He made Solomon hide it with magic so Luke wouldn't find out)
𖀐 After being called a dog so many times, Luke decided to bite down on Mammon's hand as an act of dominance so they would stop calling him names... it didn't work.
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cooler-ian · 2 years ago
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Diavolo is kind of a shit ruler if actually you think of it from the demon populations perspective, just imagine
This fucking guy (who is essentially a millennial in demon years) comes around and starts spreading pro angel, pro human propaganda and forcing grown ass adults to go to school?
I'd be the first to try and organize a hostile takeover and get my ass ran by Lucifer and Barbatos
Also the devildom is like, so fucking dystopian and fucked up, like RAD is literally used to control the residents of hell in the most direct way possible, forcing them to wake up and attend "classes" and get punished if they take part in typical demon behavior? All in the name of their shitty rulers SON? Like wtf he's not even the king why can he do this
I'd be so mad if I was older than Diavolo and got the news that I was being forced to go to some cheap human school replica
I'd try to kill him honestly
"RAD student body" what a fucking joke those are tax payers, Diavolo
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luckykittysshowerthoughts · 8 months ago
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Headcanon that Michael is a really dumb drunk. Like, a really, REALLY dumb drunk.
"calls an uber home because he refuses to drive drunk but the party was at his house" kind of dumb. Zero brain cells.
Luckily, he has a high alcohol tolerance and doesn't get drunk drunk too often.
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mcx7demonbros · 2 years ago
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Devildom Public Holidays
Summary: headcanons of a list of public holidays celebrated in the Devildom.
C/W. Suggestive in Asmo’s birthday part.
First, Devildom didn’t use the word “holiday” for their public celebrations and days off until very recently. The reason was because “holiday” came from the word “Holy Day”, which means Christian religious celebration days such as Christmas, Easter, Whitsun, etc.
However, the exchange program changed that. The Devildom now uses the term “holiday” but with much secularized meaning only. The same is applied to any holiday they adopted from the Human World.
Fixed holidays
January
January 1 - New Year Day
Two-day celebration: New Year Eve & New Year Day
The Devildom adopted this holiday from the Human World one year after the first year of the exchange program ended, per the request and desire of MC.
Celebrations are not different from the Human World. There are fireworks, parades, singing & greeting each other “Happy New Year”, etc.
February
Sadly, no day off, except weekend 😔
March
March 11 - Birthday of Lord Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony and Lord Belphegor, Avatar of Sloth
Three-day celebration: March 10 - March 12
Demons of Gluttony are allowed to eat more food while demons of Sloth don’t do any manual work during the celebration.
Demons usually hang the sign of Gemini ♊ on the door(s) of their houses during the celebration.
Twin demons born during the past year are given a special demonic blessing by ministers of Three-Legged Crow god.
April
April 9 - Birthday of Lord Leviathan, Avatar of Envy
Three-day celebration: April 8 - April 10
Demons of Envy and otakus participate in demonic services in honor of Ruri-chan and other anime/manga girls.
A three-day game tournament is held in honor of Levi.
Navy parades on Devildom rivers and seas. Salutes by cannon are also performed on large ships during these occasions.
For the Navy, the celebration lasts until April 11, one more day than normal demons.
May
May 15 - Birthday of Lord Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust
Three-day celebration: May 14 - May 16
This day is dubbed by many demons of Lust as “Fuck Day” and they don’t just say, they do the deed. However, traditionally, this day is associated with freedom to express oneself and the positivity of carnal desires.
Beauty brands usually gives out discount and sale off during the celebration.
June
June 6- Devil’s Day and Birthday of Lord Lucifer, Avatar of Pride
Seven-day celebration: June 1 - June 7
Devil’s Day is considered one of the most important celebration in Devildom. It’s like a new year to its citizen.
Carnivals, fireworks, parades, cannon salutes are held many times during the celebration.
Devildom’s Classical Music Association holds a yearly musical performance and opera in honor of Lucifer on June 5, the day before his birthday.
Devildom’s Painter Association even has its members to paint a peacock and put the works in a contest to see who can paint the most beautiful peacock of the year.
Walking on the streets of Devildom, you may occasionally see demon children dressing up as chess pieces. Weird, huh.
July
Sadly, no day off, except weekend 😔
August
August 22 - Butler’s Day. Birthday of Lord Barbatos, the Royal Steward
Three-day celebration: August 21 - August 23
It’s decreed that demon nobles and others with servants allow those who serve them to take three celebration days off. The reason is because butlers, maids and others have served their masters throughout the year, without taking a day off as servants still serve their masters on other holidays.
September
September 10 - Birthday of Lord Mammon, Avatar of Greed
Three-day celebration: September 9 - 11
On this day, demons of Greed usually choose to show their generosity by buying Grimm chocolate and candy and give them to demon children.
Money lenders reduce the money their debtors have to pay a little bit today.
Many demons of Greed have the habit of keeping the first Grimm coin they made as a keepsake to remember the first time they got their hands on hard-earned money. Many of them also have the “devotion” to kiss the gold coin once a year on Mammon’s birthday, believing the act would bring them more money in the future.
In honor of Mammon, demons also don’t shoo crows away and even feeding them.
October
October 20 - Birthday of Lord Satan, Avatar of Wrath
Three-day celebration: October 19 - 21
Book discounts and sale off are frequent during the celebration.
Devildom citizens feed and play with cat, believing they will help them avoid many annoying hassles.
Demons of Wrath even let cats put their paws on their heads, believing in its soothing effect. I mean, it works on their Avatar, right?
October 31 - Birthday of Lord Diavolo, Crown Prince and future King of all Demons
Four-day celebration: October 30 - November 2
Many public celebrations with parades, fireworks, gun & cannon salutes, etc.
Demon nobles and high officials hold small balls or parties at their residences to honor Diavolo. The reason why the balls or parties are small is because most demons can’t attend too many of them during the celebration period and they must be inferior compared to the main large ball held at the Demon Lord’s Castle on Diavolo’s birthday.
November
November 1 & 2 as a part of Diavolo’s birthday celebration period as said above.
December
December 9 - Cursed Day
One day celebration
The day Solomon was born. Most demons believe Solomon to be a wicked human and the ultimate villain and/or an agent of Celestial Realm. So they take this day off to curse and insult him. Diavolo never approves this day to begin with but monarchs have to let their people have their way.
Many revenues build Solomon’s statues for this day just so demon citizens can slap, hit, punch, kick, put a curse on or spat on them. The statues are fixed by the local government in early December every year to prepare for this day again.
Diavolo had prohibited this celebration before the exchange program started because it would be offensive to Solomon in particular and repulsive to other exchange students in general. But the decree only works in the capital and surrounding areas. Many demons persist in having their way in many places.
December 25 - Christmas Day
Nine-day celebration: December 24 - January 1
The day Christ was born. But Devildom adopted the holiday without its special religious meaning.
Christmas trees, presents, Santa Claus, etc.
The reason the celebration is so long is because it coincides with end-of-the-year break.
Movable holidays
Your birthday 🎉
Your own birthday
The Seven Lords and the Royals take the day off to celebrate with you. And since all the government officials don’t work on this day, I guess it’s as good as a day off. Yay.
Other days I guess are probably off in Devildom but I currently have no headcanon or info.
King’s Day - The Demon King’s birthday
Festival of the Three-Legged Crow God
Founding Day - Commemorating the Founding of Devildom
And pretty much any other human holidays, depend on your background.
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tsukii0002 · 2 years ago
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RAD headcanons
Thanks to a tawdry publication I was able to read comments and opinions about why demons go to school and it left me thinking about it for days
. So here goes the headcanon resulting from that meditation about RAD.
Long text is coming!!
Headcanon on the structure, politics and history of the RAD!
The RAD is a recent new institution, established some time after the war.
Most of the nobles, the court and other powers of Devildom opposed or objected to this new institution.
Diavolo was also supported by many intellectuals and power figures (poets, sorcerers
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So once the RAD was in place, Diavolo's identity as leader of the Devildom was consolidated (whatever the prince said went without saying).
Now, if Diavolo and Barbatos are among the most powerful demons... why aren't they teachers? Well, because in the society of the demons each type of demon had a function, they were super specialized.
In a manner of speaking, demons know a lot about their own and nothing about other things. For example the incubi and succubi were specialized in manipulation magic or curses that stole vital energy, while they did not know about potions or other types of curses (super specialization) .
Therefore, one of the goals of the RAD was to have experts in any subject to teach ALL demons about that subject. Barbatos may know a lot about potions but surely there would be a demon who would have dedicated their entire life to the art of potions and would be superior to the butler in that aspect.
This would explain why the "bosses" are Diavolo and the brothers, but they are not teachers but students.
Although Diavolo is a "student" everything must be reviewed and approved by the prince in order to move forward.
Considering that there would probably be a very wide range of the population in which age means nothing, we have teachers that are younger than some students.
This brings us to the next point, the RAD is an institution that seeks, in a way, social equality. By providing the opportunity for demons to have a general education, it frees them from having to follow a particular profession.
And this gives rise to a modernization of society with the emergence of new professions and companies such as Corvo or food and fashion franchises, models, magazines, amusement parks

So a minor demon does not have to dedicate himself to what a minor demon used to dedicate himself to and can dedicate himself to something different, like cooking for example.
The RAD allowed Devildom to break out of the traditional structure that dominated the pre-Davolo reigns.
All with the intention of pursuing his dream, before achieving equality among the three kingdoms he will have to achieve equality among the people of his own kingdom.
With that said, we move on to the fact that RAD is one of the fundamental pillars for the aspirations of our demonic golden retrier: to break the taboos and myths of the Celestial Realm and the human world.
And there is no better way than education.
Diavolo's dream goes in steps, first we teach how the celestial realm works, then we try to establish bonds of cordiality, then that angels are not so threatening and then we bring in an Angel (humans are easier).
To achieve this, a school that is teaching the truth is essential.
Surely the RAD has also taken examples from the Celestial realm or from human educational institutions to create a unique institution that encompasses something of the three worlds, hence the various contacts with witches, wizards and other creatures.
Solomon helped to create the first curricula, zero evidence but no doubt.
As many of you commented, living a very long life means having to be constantly learning, imagine human society how fast it advances (evidence in season 3) in order to keep up with it is necessary to keep learning.
Also there were many reigns, a lot of history prior to what we know, to unravel all that and teach you that history it takes time, new inventions, new contributions or corrections of what is already known...
However, the RAD is divided into blocks, for basic studies, medium studies and advanced studies (which would be where our demons and ourselves are), according to what each student wants to learn.
Attendance at the RAD is not obligatory for demons, only those who aspire to certain jobs, such as historian, professor or politician have to have specific mandatory training.
In the RAD the youngest demons are those equivalent to 12 or 13 years old. Luke is a clear example (I'd like to write about his interactions with demons his age, Mephisto's brother perhaps?)
It took Mc months to understand the structure of the RAD because of its complexity and apparent meaninglessness.
Barbatos attends only the classes he likes.
Diavolo goes to all the classes because he wants to experience the most normal life possible, as some of you commented.
Lucifer attends almost more tutorials with teachers for problems caused by his siblings than he does classes.
Only Barbatos, Diavolo and Lucifer can leave class whenever they want, the other brothers need permission for special situations.
Solomon has pacts with a professor or two, and the tension in his classes are fun to watch.
Mc has been and continues to be lost in the RAD.
Diavolo will try to incorporate any funny events from the human world (thanks MC) even if they are preschoolers.
In short, to say that the RAD is an institution that goes hand in hand with the government and attacking it means attacking Diavolo's reign.
If you have come this far thank you very much, I know that a brick like this is hard to swallow, (re-reading it I have decided that soon I could write the constitution of Devildom XD)
Again thank you very much for reading and I would love to read your headcanon about the RAD, its students, teachers, etc. 
. Best wishes.
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froggibus · 2 years ago
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The Mark of Greed - Mammon
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Pairing: Mammon x reader
Genre: angst -> fluff, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 2.4K
Summary: mammon can’t help but notice that you refuse to talk about his pact mark, and he’s determined to find out why
CW: hurt/comfort, angst, violence (reader gets attacked by demons), mutual pining, self deprecating thoughts, arguing/yelling, angsty! Mammon, love confessions, misunderstandings
i definitely did not write all of this at 3am. nope. idk i had this image in my head of soft! Mammon tracing your pact mark and telling you he loves you so here it is lol. i got super carried away and ended up making this super long too oops
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The best kept secret in the Devildom, aside from Satan’s pet cat, was your pact mark. Not just any pact mark—no, it was the shimmering gold one that marked Greed. Right from the day you got it, you knew you should keep it hidden. 
Always wearing clothes to strategically cover it, lying, deflecting and giving different answers every time someone would ask. Mammon watched all this, and said nothing. Sure, it was a little funny, but it also made him wonder. 
Did you hate him? Was the mark of greed as awful as he always thought it was? Was his touch so ugly and toxic that you didn’t want anyone to know about it? 
Maybe his brothers were right. Maybe there was something wrong with him. You were so open about your pacts with his brothers, gladly showing them the swirling coloured patterns that marked your body. You showed them off unashamedly, proudly displaying the marks as part of yourself. 
It made him jealous, really. You were his human. You were his first. His pact was your first—so why did you hate it so much? He always pegged envy as Leviathan’s emotion, but the more he watched, the more he realized his turmoil was enough to rival the otaku himself. 
You first notice Mammon withdrawing after you show a demon in class your pact mark with Beel. An orange sigil just above your belly button that you displayed proudly with crop tops and bathing suits. You could feel Mammon’s eyes on you the whole time, watching you as you explained the beauty behind the mark. 
“It’s not just cause he’s the Avatar of Gluttony,” you explain, fingers tracing the orange outline. “But it also relies on emotions. In this case, the comfort he brings me is like having a full stomach. It sits right at my core because he’s my support.”
You swear you see blue eyes roll to your left, but you shrug it off. He’s probably just upset because Lucifer confiscated Goldie again. Still, you can’t help but think he’s jealous of the way you’re talking about Beel. 
When you walk home later that day, Mammon is short with you. He barely acknowledges you or responds to anything you say, instead he slumps his shoulders and shrugs you off. 
“Mammon, is everything okay? You seem
upset,” you note. 
“The Great Mammon? Upset?” He tsks, “maybe your time in the Devildom has made you dumber, y/n.” 
“I was just checking on you
”
You don’t wait for him to say anything else and instead throw open the front door and stomp to your room in silence. If he wants to be a jerk, you’ll let him be a jerk. 
You practically throw your backpack across the room and slump on your bed. One of your pact marks aches and the thought makes you cringe. Of course it’s that one. 
Ever since you got it, you’ve tried so hard to keep it hidden. Not even telling Mammon himself where it is. I mean, if he knew, what would he even say? You could almost hear his voice in your head telling you that you’re delusional to think you could ever be with him, dismissing your feelings and breaking your heart. 
You get up and sit in front of the mirror, pulling off your shirt so that you can examine your skin. There, sitting above your heart, is the golden mark of Greed. You trace it lightly. It’s always been your favorite, the colour and the design by far the prettiest. You just wish it wasn’t where it was. 
When you first got the mark, when you felt it sear itself into your skin, you knew what it meant. It was a visual representation of the butterflies in your stomach and the clenching in your heart every time you saw the Avatar of Greed. 
Still, you found yourself flipping through the pages of Satan’s personal collection. You honestly hoped it was just random, a weird coincidence or a mistake—but the books said otherwise. They confirmed your fear. 
When the others started to make pacts with you, you worried the same thing would happen. That they would show up in the same place or worse. You can still remember the immense relief you felt when you made your pact with Levi and have the mark show up on your thigh. 
Levi was so excited to ask about his mark and when you let him touch it? He almost exploded. That was the first time Mammon asked you about his mark, and it was the first time you lied to him. 
You groan in frustration and pull your shirt back on, trying to blink away the image of his branding. A part of you always wanted to tell him, to show him and have him touch it. But the other part couldn’t get it out of your head that you’re just a burden to him. You’re his responsibility and that’s the only reason he hangs around you. 
You only wish things could be simpler. 
—
Mammon slams the door to his room and sinks down against it. He tugs on his white hair so hard it hurts, but the pain isn’t enough to wash away the frustration bubbling in his chest. 
Why did he have to be so mean to you?
Maybe if he was nicer you wouldn’t hate him or his pact mark. Maybe if he was nicer to you he might actually have a chance of being with you. 
The sound of his voice rings in his ears, echoing off his skull. He hates it. He hates how mean he was to you, and the guilt eats him up. 
Finally, it becomes too much and he forces himself to his feet. He should apologize to you. Because Lucifer would kill him if he knew how mean he was being
not for any other reason. 
You open the door to see him standing in front of you, fidgeting with his hands. “What’s up?” 
“I—Lucifer would be mad at me if I didn’t apologize to you,” he says, eyes focused on his shoes. “‘N I don’t wanna be strung up tonight so I’m sorry human.”
“It’s fine. Just—why were you so upset earlier, anyways?”
He shrugs his shoulders, still avoiding eye contact with you. How can he tell you that he’s jealous and angry that you don’t want to show off your pact mark? It’ll make him sound like a little kid. 
“Mammon, come on. It’s just me.”
He sighs, “not that I care but I don’t get why you hate my pact so much.”
You freeze, your blood like ice in your veins. All this time you’d been withdrawing from him, you knew he noticed but because he never said anything, it was easy to ignore. Not anymore. 
“I-I don’t hate it.”
“Then why do you never show anyone?”
“It’s just,” you shrug, “in a weird spot. I don’t know—I don’t hate it. I just don’t want to show it off.”
“Because it’s ugly, right?”
“Mammon—“
“Why would anyone want to be marked by Greed?”
“Mammon—!”
“Imma dirty scumbag anyway. Making a pact with you was the most selfish thing I ever did. Tying you to me for life, why would you ever want that?”
“Mammon, Jesus. Just listen to me!”
The demon stops his self deprecating rant, staring at you expectantly. He doesn’t know what you’re about to say, but all he can hope is for you to tell him that’s it’s not true. That it’s not ugly, that you want to be tied to him. 
Your words fail you. You interrupt his rant and suddenly your mouth goes dry under the gaze of his blue eyes and your words all fall away. Your heart beats a mile a minute, drawing more of your focus to the pact mark that connects the two of you.
You stare at each other for a minute, and then Mammon turns on his heel and storms out of the room.
It takes you a minute to process what just happened, and another minute for you to follow him. By the time you make it to the staircase, he’s already slamming the front door shut behind him. 
Everything is moving so fast. The illusion that you were protecting yourself from Mammon hating you has shattered—replaced by the realization that you’ve been hurting him this whole time. You can’t think of anything except for how to make this right. 
Without thinking about it, you follow him out of the door and into the streets of the Devildom. It’s dark out and you have to squint to see the familiar white hair receding into the distance. You pick up the pace, wanting to catch him before he disappears. 
You’ve never been outside alone before. It’s too dangerous, they always said. But that’s the furthest thing from your mind right now. All you want is to make things with him better. 
“Mammon!” You call, heading up the hill behind him. 
When you get to the top, the demon is no longer in sight. You spin around to see if he doubled back to the house, only to realize it’s no longer in sight either. The horrible realization that you’re lost starts to set in and you find yourself reaching into your pocket for your DDD—only to remember you left it in your backpack. 
There’s a hissing noise nearby and you’re suddenly acutely aware of how vulnerable you are here. Without thinking, you start to run back the way you think you came. You hear two pairs of footsteps behind you, they’re gaining on you. Whatever is chasing you, it’s going to catch you. 
A clawed hand takes your back and hot pain erupts within you. You fall to your knees and scream, warm blood trickling down your back. 
You try to get back up but you’re shaking so badly that your knees refuse to cooperate. There’s two demons behind you, only vaguely humanoid with glowing eyes and flickering tongues. They’re speaking, but not in any language you understand. 
They circle around you, taking some sort of sick amusement in watching their prey cower. One of them lashes out at your chest, three claws slicing the front of your shirt and causing blood to pool down your chest and stomach. 
You reach up to clutch the wounds, your fingertips brushing against the golden pact mark. I’ll never get to tell him how I feel, you realize. 
“I’m sorry, Mammon,” you murmur, tracing your pact mark one last time. 
A jolt of energy rushes through you followed by intense golden light in front of you. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting until it dims to open them again. When they’re open, you see Mammon in demon form, standing between you and your attackers. 
All it takes is a flick of his hand before they erupt into dust. You knew he was powerful, but seeing him in action only confirmed the fact. 
“Mammon..?”
He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands frantic as they search you for injury. His fingertips fall on your open shirt and clawed chest. “You’re hurt
”
“I’m sorry, Mammon,” you mumble. 
“I know.” He says, “let’s just get you home, okay?”
He scoops you up in his arms effortlessly, holding you close to him. You’re sure your blood is dripping all over him and wrecking his new shoes, but you’re too disoriented to care. 
Mammon sets you down on the counter in the bathroom, “move your hand, alright? I gotta make sure you’re not gonna die.” 
Without thinking about it, you move your blood coated hand off of the pact mark. Mammon slowly peels off your shredded shirt, his eyes going wide when he sees what your hand was covering. 
Somewhat hidden by the blood and fabric yet unmistakable, is a golden mark. Not just any golden mark—his golden mark. His pact mark and its above your heart? 
His hands shake as they brush the outline of it. “My—my pact mark is on your heart?”
You bite your lip and nod slowly, looking anywhere but at him. 
Mammon is in complete disbelief. This whole time he thought his feelings were one sided, that you hated him and hated his pact even more. But to find out that it’s on your heart of all places—right as he almost lost you? He’s almost entirely overwhelmed by his feelings. 
His hands shake the whole time he bandages and disinfects you, his mind only set on the branding above your chest. When he’s done fixing you up, he can’t stop staring at it. 
“You got lucky that the Great Mammon was here to protect you today,” he tries to play it off. 
“I-it was only cause I summoned you with the pact.”
The mention of the pact makes his head spin again. His mouth is suddenly dry and his hands sweaty. 
“Mammon,” you mumble, still unable to look at him, “please say something.”
His voice is low. “Do you know what it means when a pact mark forms over your heart?”
You shake your head, butterflies erupting in your stomach. 
He reaches out to trace the swirling lines of the mark, his touch featherlight. “It means I’ll always be there for you, y/n.”
His tone is serious, unlike anything you’ve heard from him before. You don’t dare move or interrupt him, wanting to hear what the demon has to say. 
“It means that I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he mumbles. “That I’ll take care of you no matter what. It means that you own me. It means that I—“ he swallows hard, looking at the floor. “I love you, y/n. Now and forever.”
You flinch at his words. They’re all you wanted to hear and yet hearing them has awakened something inside of you. 
Your eyes finally meet his. “You—you really mean it?”
“I love you,” he gently kisses the centre of his mark on your body. “I love you.”
“Mammon,” you say, “I love you.”
Mammon might burst at your words. He reaches up to cup your face, planting a needy kiss on your lips. His touch is desperate, needy, way overdue. You melt into him, his taste so familiar and comforting that you don’t need to think twice about it. 
Mammon smiles against you. If you had asked him a week ago, he would say that his pact with you was the most selfish thing he’s ever done. Looking at you now, though, he sees it as a sigil of his love for you, and what could be more selfless than that?
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bryan-writes · 2 months ago
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Hey! I don't know if you take requests but I like collecting headcanons of people
so do you have some Obey me headcanons?
Have a wonderful day<3. (if you don't take requests then feel free to ignore)
Hello anon, I hope this is what you were asking for! Thank you sm for the request, I hope you have a wonderful day as well lovely<3!
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Obey me headcannons— the seven brothers
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Just a bunch of cute head cannons I have about the brothers :)
No warnings!
Lovely dividers by @cafekitsune <3
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Lucifer
A total plant dad in secret! He has a small collection of rare plants in his office (hidden away from Mammon ofc). He enjoys their low-maintenance nature and often has a calming ritual of watering them and reflecting after a long day. You found out by accident once, and gift him small plants whenever you visit the human realm (a spider plant, dracaena, snake plant).
He's a classical vinyl collector. I feel like this one’s pretty popular, but he has an extensive vinyl collection (mainly of classical or jazz) and insists they sound better than any digital recording he’s heard. He prefers to listen to them alone, insisting his brothers will only ruin the experience, but he’ll never deny or turn you away if you ask to join him.
He’s a total fancy sleepwear enthusiast. You’d think it’d be an Asmo thing, but Lucifer has a collection of luxurious silk and satin pajamas. He believes that “even in sleep, one must uphold dignity” (he gave you that speech the first week when you wobbled through the kitchen in an old, stained band shirt).
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Mammon
He’s absolutely adored by stray animals in the Devildom, but especially by cats. They tend to follow him around (much to Satan’s dismay), and he’s always a bit flustered about it but secretly loves it. Sometimes he’ll even sneak treats and treasures to them (things like fancy ribbons and long necklace chains).
He’s a total hoarder too, keeping a collection of things that remind him of you specifically— small trinkets, wrapped, tickets/receipts, photos (I wrote a oneshot for this if you want more!). He keeps them hidden, safe from his brother’s prying eyes and questions.
He also has a ton of good luck charms. A little ceramic ladybug, a pressed four-leaf clover, crystals, a horseshoe, etc. He’s convinced they’ll bring him good luck and fortune in his schemes, even if he doesn’t quite remember where they all came from. His favorite good luck charm is you though. He refuses to leave the house in the mornings without a good luck kiss.
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Levi
It’s no secret that Levi loves the ocean, keeping a fish tank that he’s decorated to look like the real deal. He’ll watch Henry swim around in the rare moments he’s unwinding, taking the quiet time to find inspiration for his gaming and anime stories.
He totally has an otaku daily planner that he’s decorated with anime stickers and fan art. He tracks everything from game release dates to plans with you— which he surrounds with little hearts. He’ll doodle in free spaces and will bring it with him everywhere.
He’s a total random trivia buff, with a surprising amount of knowledge for most obscure topics. He’s like the caps of Snapple bottles, popping off with a random fact that relates to the conversation every now and then.
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Satan
Satan is an avid audiobook listener. He likes to experience different narrations of the classics he loves, often falling asleep to them. There have been countless times where he’s recorded you reading to him just to later listen to your voice when he naps.
Over the years, he’s secretly given each of his brothers a nickname of a cat breed based on their personalities. He calls Mammon a Bengal (for their boldness) and Lucifer a Maine Coon (dignified and regal) for example. Nobody knows he does this, and would rather die than tell anyone.
Satan is a tea connoisseur. He loves to experiment with different tea blends based on his current read. He’ll make a “Wuthering Heights” blend on stormy days or a “Sherlock Holmes” blend when he’s feeling particularly investigative.
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Asmo
Asmo has a vast collection of rare perfumes and fragrances from both the human and demon realm and can identify perfumes by smell alone. He’ll often make blends for you that he thinks “capture your essence”, and makes you wear them on date nights.
He creates outfits based on moods, and very rarely based on occasions or weather (although whatever he wears is beyond beautiful anyway). If he’s feeling even slightly out of sorts, he’ll wear a specific scarf to “help align his vibes”, insisting you wear a matching one with him.
Asmo has an elaborate manicure routine, and he offers special “spa nights” just for you (it’s become a weekly routine). He does all of his brother's nails, but never treats them to full nights of face and hair care that he does with you.
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Beel
He loves to experiment with recipes, trying to come up with “the ultimate snack” with a variety of unique flavors. He has a small notebook filled with random snack ideas he wants to try with you, including “infernal honey nachos” and “fiery chocolate popcorn”.
He will occasionally build the most elaborate and beautiful blanket forts in his room, to hide from his brothers for quiet time and snacks. He’ll sometimes invite you to join him for late-night snack chats.
Beel loves trying to combine Devildom foods with human foods, attempting to make hybrids like “hellberry pizza” or “demonic takoyaki.” He gets super excited when you introduce him to new human-realm foods and suggest new fashion ideas.
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Belphie
He has curated playlists for every possible sleeping scenario ever. He has a “nap in a meadow” playlist and an “underwater dream”, which he’ll share with you if you ever want the “perfect sleep/nap vibes.”
Belphie has a habit of sketching while sleepy. He doesn’t remember half of what he draws, but he’s done some surprisingly good doodles of you, the brothers, and his dreams. You’ve started keeping them to collect in a sketchbook for him.
He actually puts some thought into his “lazy look.” He has favorite clothes that he feels make him look effortlessly comfortable and will proudly say, “Fashion is all about making it look like you didn't try.” (You’ve seen him get mad when his hair won’t look ‘the right amount of disheveled’, whatever that means).
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I really....really meant to do this way sooner, I’m so sorry, but I'm finally back with the next segment of characters!! Part 3 will come later, featuring the undateables, but for now, hope you enjoy this one!
Click here for Part 1 - Older Brothers
Part 2 - Younger Brothers
cw: mentions of past abuse + sexual assault, body horror, violence, torture, gore
Or, as these tags so accurately put it last time:
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SATAN
When you tell Satan that you have something heavy to share, he is the perfect gentleman about it, making sure you feel safe and comforted and giving you space if/when you need it
He memorizes every word that falls from your lips, holding each one preciously in his mind as he holds you in his arms
His heart breaks as you describe what happened to you, and even though he always keeps his own wrath hidden away as much as he can, he thinks guiltily to the times where it has emerged around you
In that moment, he swears to himself he'll never allow it to happen again -- even if you know what he's like, even if you understand him and his rage, he could never forgive himself if he caused you the kind of pain you're describing now
For any anger you may have about it, however, you can express it as much as you want around him, with his own powers helping you let it out safely and absorbing some of it from you when it seems like it's too much for you
On intimacy, he's always been quite shy with you, but he takes care to be a bit more delicate now as well, a little less abrupt and a little bit more communicative about what he wants to do, stopping immediately to check in if you seem uncomfortable in any way
After a few days, though, the wrath in him is about ready to burst, and for all the rage he feels for what this disgusting human did to you...
No, no, he's not going to immediately tear the fucker to shreds, he can't let them die that quickly, no
No, this person is going to suffer for what they did to you
He starts with just a light curse, as a warmup -- invisible barriers just pop up in their path from time to time, causing them to randomly trip and fall whenever they're walking around
While casting the spell, however, he can't help but grow angrier and angrier thinking about what they did to you
He hits them with no less than twenty-two other curses before he collects himself enough to put the spellbook down, each of which would be fairly minor on their own, but which collectively add up to a very miserable existence of constant embarrassments, humiliations, frustrations, and injuries
When he looks in on the damage a week later, he's rather pleased to find them utterly broken down, covered head-to-toe in little bruises and cuts
He's far from done however, and in the dead of night, he whisks them away to an old, abandoned house said to be haunted by vengeful ghosts, much like the stories of the House of Lamentation
There, he immobilizes them with another curse and sets to work with a sharp-tipped pen, carving every last word of what you told him into your ex's flesh
His hand is steady as the pen slices into their body, but each time he reaches a part that especially infuriates him, he can't help but dig the pen a bit deeper in, taking vicious delight in the way their eyes water in those moments, and the wheeze of pain that emerges from their frozen lips
Once he's written out everything you told him across their body, he does what would be unthinkable to an actual book but what he finds perfectly fitting for this human stain upon the world, and sets up a pulley to gradually lower them into a firepit in the backyard
As they are slowly engulfed by the flames, he reads the whole tale upon their body out loud to them, making sure they hear every last word and know exactly what they did wrong before they finally perish
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ASMODEUS
The Avatar of Lust, while he perfectly understands and embodies desire, is not forgiving of those who disregard consent
To him, so much of the fun comes from seeing that desire and pleasure emerge from his partner, so what the fuck is even the point if they don't want it?
But, as the beautiful and beloved Asmodeus, it's his job to keep everyone smiling and bright, and that's exactly what he's going to do for you
As you tell him about your past, he alternates between fussing over you to try to make you feel better, and quietly fuming over what your ex did
Over time, he helps you feel more in control of your own body again as well, empowering you to feel like it's really yours and yours alone, mixing fashion with feelings of safety and comfort, and always ready with the compliments to boost your self-esteem
Gradually, only if you want to, he'll help you get comfortable with intimacy again -- with his sensitivity to lust, he can always tell if something starts to feel wrong to you, and he'll stop immediately if that happens
Whether you want to take it slow, or try out some wild kink that might be therapeutic, or anything else, he's just excited for anything you want to do, and he'll make sure it's the best possible experience for you
As for your ex, he's sure they'll land themselves down in the Devildom eventually anyway, but if you want them taken care of sooner than that, he'll have a blast doing it -- it's been a while since he's had to a good chance to really use his scorpion venom!
And if not, hey, he'll have a chance to wreak his revenge when they eventually do arrive, in any case
He'll even invite you along too, if you'd like a turn at revenge by your own hands <3
Though his eyes can charm anyone, sometimes he finds it almost more fun to shrink them with magic and physically string them up like a puppet, and he's happy to hand you the reins if you want them
For his own fun, he manipulates the marionette strings to have your ex dance their way through any number of dangerous settings -- spikes, lava, fire, swamps, ghostly manors, you name it
He makes sure they hit every trap or flame on the way through, and malevolently flings them into those points in the most painful ways possible
With the strings, he also bends their body in impossibly painful ways, contorting them into bizarre and freakish poses and laughing over how ridiculous they look
If you want to participate, he teaches you how to move them around too
When you decide you've had enough, he drags the limp doll that your ex has become through coals and discards the charred remains into a lake of corrosive acid
There, your ex, still just barely conscious, feels their body slowly breaking down until they dissolve to nothing
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BEELZEBUB
Beelzebub, in his ever-protective way, grows angry as you tell him about your abusive ex, but first and foremost his concern is making sure you're okay
He's quiet -- quieter than usual, even -- but fully present for you, reassuring you in the warm comfort of his large embrace
He holds you gently the whole time you're talking, and even for a while after, making sure you're feeling okay before he lets go
As thanks for being brave enough to talk about it, and for trusting him enough to tell him, he takes you out for anything at all that you'd like to eat, showering you with affection
He's perfectly happy to take it slow if/when you do eventually decide to ease into anything sexual, and he's so, so careful about his strength and size
His excellent sense of smell helps to guide him too, able to pick up the scents of happiness, desire, fear, lack thereof if you're dissociating, etc., and he adjusts himself accordingly to keep you feeling safe
And in general, though he may not have known you back then, he's filled with resolve to at least protect you from here on out
He won't fail to keep safe someone he cares about, not again -- and that means taking care of any lingering threats from your old life, too
It takes a bit of searching for Beelzebub to find your ex, but he goes up to the human realm and manages to seek them out soon enough because flies are good at seeking out rotting piles of trash
It takes a lot of restraint not to gobble them up on the spot and be done with it, but for how much they put you through, he thinks they deserve to suffer at least a bit
He snatches them away to a hidden alley behind a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant, long after they've closed for the night but with the fragrant scent of meaty burgers still lingering through the air
If the shot of venom didn't already leave their muscles feeling tender, the incessant hits of the brutal physical beating from Beel certainly does
No part of their body is spared from the onslaught of punches and kicks, as joints pop apart and bones start peeking out from flesh through the wounds
Thin, spear-like tubes emerge from Beelzebub's mouth, piercing various veins across their neck and arms so he can drink up all the blood from their veins before it spills out all over the alley floor -- it'd be a waste of a perfectly good drink, after all
Once they're fully drained, he cracks open their carcass, carving each bone loose with knife-like claws for him to crunch on
Then into the restaurant's industrial meat grinder goes the rest of their body
Beel feasts with a certain satisfaction that night upon piles and piles of cheese-world humanburgers human-world cheeseburgers
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BELPHEGOR
As you tell Belphegor about your past and your history with your abusive ex, he gives you his full, undivided attention
His stomach drops, as his prior deception and manipulation of you comes into full focus in light of all you had already been through
Holding you close, he whispers words of comfort and strokes your head gently until you fall asleep for the night, holding his own rest at bay until he's sure you've drifted off first
As a quiet, unspoken apology, he places soft and peaceful dreams upon you that night, filling your dream world with all the things he knows you love
If you're open to it, he also later creates dreams for you where things happened differently, quick to pull you out if anything starts going wrong but letting you get a redo on those traumatic moments where you have more power or where you can watch a cartoonish anvil drop on your ex's head to stop them, whatever works really
Intimacy comes gradually, if/when you're ready, happy to follow or take the lead as you prefer, but communicative every step of the way so that you always feel safe
And as for your ex...
Belphegor already held the opinion for a long time that humans were shit -- but until this moment, he had dropped his desires to destroy them, after everything with Lilith had come to light
But you're still a human, after all, and he loves you, so he'll settle for taking care of just this particular shitstain of a human being
Needless to say, your ex never knows a peaceful night's sleep again
Each time they close their eyes to rest, devilish apparitions appear at the edges of their vision, and menacing claws and teeth rip at their ankles, chasing them across worlds
At times, when the teeth manage to catch them in their grasp, their dreams turn to endless loops of being chewed up and spit out over and over on end
The resulting constant exhaustion is a nightmare of its own, as they begin to fear falling asleep and desperately try to wake themselves any time they feel sleep coming on
However, in their waking hours, too, Belphie twists and warps shadows around them, until the lines between life and dreams blur together
They are practically sobbing for death by the time he comes for them personally, though he's not so merciful as to be quick about it even then
He chokes them to unconsciousness but lets go each time they fall unconscious, dragging the sharp prickly parts of his tail across their face to wake them back up before doing it over again
Once their face has been torn up beyond recognition by these repeated cycles, he finishes them off by trampling across their body in cow form and leaving them to suffocate slowly from their punctured lungs
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