#obey me as be more chill

[solomiracle]

possessive protective teacher solomon!

[nocreativityfornames]

yknow how lucifer and solomon tend to have this sort of special rivalry when it comes to mc? with teen mc it really just turns into a custody battle as they fight over who's the cooler dad

(mc loves them both equally but likes their dads' sillyness)

Oh, I can absolutely see this happening

MC would be one lucky kid, having these two constantly trying to upstage each other on who's the "favorite dad." Imagine the birthday gifts

And they could 100% take advantage of their competitiveness like: asking one of them to go to the movies with them or something and when they say no just responding with "K, guess I'll just ask Lucifer/Solomon then" to make them do a complete 180° and change their minds "Actually... I can make some time."

lol

Also, since marriege between humans and demons isn't a thing canonically, I'd imagine adoption isn't either. So to rub it in Lucifer's face, Solomon keeps reminding him that unlike him, he COULD legally adopt MC if he wanted to. Pff

I love the idea of these two being in a constant custody battle against each other while MC is just there chilling, enjoying having one of the seven lords of hell and humanity's most powerful sorcerer competing in a silly "dad off" because of them

(no one dares to mess with MC and if it happens it's the only time Lucifer and Solomon shake hands and temporarily forget their rivalry)

[lyrichi]

mc, minding their business baking brownies: ♪ at the end of last night's party ♪

mc: ♪ very end of last night's party ♪

beel, appearing behind mc:

mc: ♪ did you see rich? ♪

mc: ♪ oh I saw- ♪

beel: who's rich

mc, basically jumping out of their skin: HOLY FU-

[evllsbeingsilly]

For my first post

I really want to share my experience with Barbatos because this demon is growing on me. Ever since I started playing, when MC and him stayed alone in a scene, I always felt uneasy in his presence.

I don't know! He is very powerful and can change timelines??? And what do you mean he doesn't like doing it?

Really want to make him a super cool villain ผ(•̀_•́ผ)

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[doodlboy]

They're just different flavors of the same guy

[love-archer]

SATAN loved to spend time alone. Away from his loud brothers, away from bitter Lucifer. In his room, accompanied by the smell of books, magazines and the light of adored drama series, all stored safely in his devilplayer. Satan have read copious scenes in hardcovers that tell him time alone spent was wasted, his time should be spent with the one that made his heart race, made his body fill with euphoric warmth and nervousness. He nearly envied the main characters who found their so called ‘soul mates’ and the ‘other piece’ that completes them. He pondered when he is going to find his special one. Is it soon? He at times shook his head at the hopeless thoughts that wander in his mind. Yeah, sure, a demon like him can find true love.

After seeing you, the human who stirred up the whole devildom. The human who was so confidently picked by the most powerful demon, Lucifer. The same demon who Satan swore to despise. He didn’t know how to feel about you. You’re Something so new in his life, something that can leave soon. Or not. At first, he doesn’t believe that you’re all the things Lord Diavolo sang praises about. The way you stare at him from across the room made his brow twitch up, so you also lack manners? He wanted to pity you but you weren’t his problem but Mammon and Lucifer’s.

Slowly, you crept closer. Asking questions, seeking advice, hiding behind him when Mammon ran from you in the hallways and his debt collectors came up to you. It’s almost like you saw him as a wall of protection, more than a demon with many links and connections to get what you want. You took time to sit next to him, to hear his thoughts on various topics. You took time to share your interests, from the human world. Books and television shows and movies and collections and pranks to try on Lucifer.

Sitting with him in the tent inside the house they bought in the human world, felt almost natural. Holding hot drinks in both pair of hands, smiles were painted on the faces as both of you were watching the movie on his DDD. Having you near him, alone in the house, no brothers to steal you from him, that made him feel elated. It wasn’t supposed to be this important to him but it is. The way you leaned on his shoulder and yawned was important. The way you chuckled, as the other demons walked loudly in, groaning about being all soaked in rain, was important. The way you slowed your breath and held eye contact with him as they walked in the living room was important to him. Was it your way to saying you wanted more time with him alone?

Hiding with him in the the house of Lamentation’s library, giggling and cooing at the kitten in his lap. That made him feel elated. Stealing glances at you and the kitten, the most two things that bring him comfort in this hellish world of his. When the kitten went still and tired, he should have told you ‘goodnight’, should have went to his room to spend time alone but he snuck you and the kitten to his room, he even make some space by trying to clean the mess of books in the room. He didn’t mind when you pulled out the cat bed out of the piles of book, it was oddly satisfying to watch. You paid attention to him and his ways of doing things. Feeding the kitten with your help was fun, holding your breath as the small creature sniffed the food. You smiled at him when it began to eat, you were happy for him. He didn’t like to share his bed, it felt un-natural to him. He always slept alone. But with you and the kitten, who hissed at the cat bed, in his bed, Satan wanted to take a picture of the moment. His heart mellowed at the sight.

Now Satan loved to spend his alone time with you, reading and watching movies. He loved to go to cat cafes and parks and glass gardens, near you and sometimes holding your hand. He loved to make coffee for you when he studied in his room. He looked forward to how you’d feel about his latest latte art. He loved to wait for you in the library and pull your seat when you come close. He loved to scribble on your paper in the peaceful silence, watching your reactions.

Was this falling in love? Are you the one who is made for him? Are you, a human, the one poets describe as what supposedly to be his other half? The better half of him? Could things work out for you and him? He hoped so. It would make his life a bit sweeter.

❧ © 143-cupid, 2022, all rights reserved. ☙

[janethepegasus]

A sequel to this

You think Jordan would legit fight a kid? Of course not! He’ll just let Clementine win!

(It seems like every two years I draw whatever OTP I have now wrestling with my old OTP Jordan X Squip XD)

(And speaking of OTPs…)

[mechawolfie]

playing around w colors before I do the lines bc I'm sillay like that

[luvreinerr]

WAIT actually i need to clarify something in regards to this blog. if anyone who is thinking of being one/has been a character anon before and somehow finds my posts, please don’t feel pressured!! i might be desperate but only message me if you really want to (and make sure to read my dni/rules). <3 i want it to be a fun space for everyone involved

anyways carry on

[misc-obeyme]

speaking of the obey me MC basically going missing for a whole year, it feels like from season 1 onwards that their DDD replaces any human world cell phone they may have had before going to the devildom. imagine being stuck somewhere for a year and not even having your phone!

Right?! I'm like it's bad enough that you're disappearing me, but you're taking my phone too?!

I could at least reassure my family if I still had my phone, but noooo. Unless the D.D.D. can call human world numbers, it's basically useless. I only have my dad's cell phone number memorized because he's had the same number for like twenty years, but I doubt I'd get through if I tried to call him from the Devildom. And even if it worked, what would I say?? Don't worry, Dad, I'm fine, I'm just going to school with demons?

I mean at least I'd have a D.D.D. as a replacement, though. If I had nothing I would constantly be like where's my phone?!? Oh wait... That alone would likely drive me to insanity lol.

[mammons-crows]

Assigning musicals to the older Demon Brothers

Because I can.

A/N:

I'll try my best to explain why.

Some will have more than others.

If you wanna see this for the others, let me know, I'll see what I can do.

Warnings: suicide on Levi's part.

☆ Lucifer ☆

- Hatestown

This musical is about the tragedy of Orpheus and Euridice (I don't think I spelled those right, but I hope you know what I'm trying to say) it's a pretty good musical, one of my favorites actually. It just gives off a dark academia vibe and I think it fits him well, I also would think he'd watch it.

☆ Mammon ☆

- Hamilton.

A musical about Alexander Hamilton and his life.

I think he would enjoy this on sooo many different levels.

The music, they style, and the story. I also think he'd learn a little something from it.

Later in the week, after watching it, you gave him a quiz on human history he'd pass it because of the musical. The songs stuck in his head helped him memorize the things. (Toooootally not how I passed my history classes through the years)

I think it would be cute if he wanted to learn some of the choreo for you!! He'd also try to learn Guns and Ships for you/with you.

☆ Leviathan ☆

- Be More Chill

It's a geeky/nerdy musical. Talks about navigating high-school and the MC gets a chip inserted via pill to help him become more cool and popular. (Shitty explanation, I'm sorry)

I think Levi would relate to the MC. He's geeky and socially awkward.

Would probably like to have a SQUIP for himself TvT.

- Dear Evan Hansen

A musical about a socially awkward teen boy who doesn't have any friends. He has a rough encounter with his crushes' brother, Connor, that later commits suicide. Connor's parents see that he had taken a letter from Evan that he was writing to himself, think that they are friends, and Evan creates this huge lie around being friends with Connor.

Again, relating to the MC.

Would probably use some the coping mechanisms in this musical to help with his social anxiety. (Writing the letters, for example.)

[fregget-frou]

RaaaaAAAAA trying to do a thingy to combine my artstyle with other ppl so I tried @loafbud ‘s because AAAAAAAA/pos they have such amazing art and I’ve been following them for a few years and arthhhhjgk

I love it SO I DREW SOME CHARACTERS FROM MY OBEY ME AU specially the vexin which is basically a wizard family but like. You gatekeep each other. Idk.

Here’s the first 4/13!

Hen is the head of the family and he is so o tired and specialized in dark arts and eldritchical magiks. Eden is the second born and mainly focuses on doing nothing because she doesn’t care!! She is good at fireball tho

Versai will remind you of Dionysus and follows the house of Asmodeus, specializing in mind magic and such. He also does not do much. Mozieus has devoted herself to the house of Bielzebub and she is currently the accounting manager, she lives in the devildom mostly :>

Link to the rest

Here’s the full sketch :p for a preview of characters

[mageofseven]

This is hilarious and I love it

Simeon: What did I walk into...

Both you and Solomon stare at the angel frozen in place when he walked in.

You are laying a pentagram only in your underwear and "Blood" sigils all over your body, while Solomon is holding a red candle in one hand and a book titled "How to offer a sacrifice to a demon for dummies" on the other. While only wearing boxers and his robe.

MC: Well-

Solomon: This is our roleplay night.

MC: Solomon!

Solomon: What? It's true-

Simeon: Can I play the role of the demon.

MC and Solomon: 😦😉

[marathedemonoverlord]

You know I never found a clip to describe how Mara reacts to the bullshit the Demons put her through on a daily...

I found it. (≖ᴗ≖✿)

*Can be used to describe Lucifer as well*

[deebris]

Save you from yourself

Silco (from Arcane) x Wife reader

Synopsis: The tender moment between you and your daughter, Jinx, is interrupted by your sudden fainting, and Silco takes control of the situation.

Warnings: Fainting, self-neglect, based on real symptoms of dehydration, the reader is a motherly figure for Jinx, and Silco is somewhat possessive in the end, angst with fluff.

Word count: 2.3k

Zaun tonight was surprisingly quiet. For the first time in a long time, you could hear the water flowing through the windows of your room, and a cool breeze carried the scent of your daughter’s freshly washed hair through the corners. It was an incredibly comforting moment to care for her blue locks; it always brought an inexplicable peace to your mind. You really needed it after the exhausting day you had.

The affection that surrounded those moments, with both of you sitting on your bed, gently running your fingers through her strands and laughing at how Jinx always ended up sleepy, warmed your heart. But tonight, that warmth felt strange and discomforting. You tried to ignore a sudden dizziness and the chills, keeping the window open as you brushed through her long hair to continue braiding it. Was tiring work, but you loved.

“Is it going to take much longer?” she asked impatiently, something you had already expected. Complaining about the time was part of Jinx, but you took it with indifference.

“I’m almost halfway,” you tried to reassure her with a gentle, maternal tone, something she liked. “Just this one left.”

“Ugh, I hate when it takes so long,” she grumbled irritably, throwing herself back into your lap. Her movement made your hands lose the strands, messing up part of what you had done.

“Jinx!” you called her name, annoyed, but softened when you felt her cling to you even tighter, wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her face in your belly. Her body started warming yours even more, pushing the cold away, and you stayed silent, appreciating the closeness.

“Can we do it later?” she asked in a low voice, almost needy. Jinx had a thing with physical contact; it was something she appreciated when it came from the right people. That’s why she was now closing her eyes while you stroked her cheek and the side of her head.

“It’s going to be harder to fix,” you tried to argue, struggling with the duality of wanting to stay cuddled with her or return to the hard work of finishing her hair.

“You’re warm,” she murmured, and you couldn’t see, but she furrowed her brow, feeling your body temperature against her pressed cheek.

“I think so,” your whisper came without weight, not caring about the statement. Or maybe you just didn’t have the strength to think properly anymore.

You felt drained, and your daughter had noticed your lack of energy when she took your hand to play with your fingers, interlacing them in a sort of waltz but seeing how you barely reacted to her movements, letting her have fun on her own. And you always used to play along.

“Let me finish,” you asked with much effort, confused by the new sign of your condition that had just emerged: a sharp pain in your forehead. But it wasn’t common for you to get headaches.

Luckily, Jinx obeyed without further rebellion. She stood up to allow you to finish what you had started. She pulled her legs up to her chest on the bed, pouting with a dissatisfied expression while she felt you place the golden pins.

When you had just finished braiding, your fingers fell, sliding down the braid’s length, as if keeping your arms raised for just one more second was extremely difficult. And it was.

Your dizziness worsened, leaving your limbs weak, and now you couldn’t avoid feeling a hint of nervousness as your breathing became irregular, along with the dryness in your throat.

“My love, can you close the window?”

Your request alarmed Jinx, who turned toward your voice but not enough to look directly at you. Hesitant, she stood up, and when she returned, a look of confusion took over her face.

“What...?” The word got stuck as she quickly approached, placing one hand on your back and the other on your shoulder. “What’s going on?” Her desperate tone cut through you like a blade, filling your chest with guilt.

“I... I think I’m not feeling well.” You tried to hold back the tears, but your trembling voice betrayed the effort. Just a few tears fell, as if they had run out, and the pain in your muscles and joints, which had started as a discomfort in the morning, had become unbearable. The discomfort had been easy to ignore before, but now it seemed impossible to divert your attention from it.

You hadn’t paid much attention to the dizziness that had disrupted your day, but sitting for a moment seemed to amplify all the symptoms. Maybe they had always been there, silently growing, until they reached this point.

“Say something!” Jinx’s voice sounded choked, pulling you out of the haze. You tried to open your eyes, but it was hard. She was scared—you could feel it in the way her hands trembled as she held your face. She shook you gently, the urgency clear in every movement. “Don’t close your eyes!” she screamed, her voice breaking as darkness overtook your vision.

When consciousness started to return, you opened your eyes slowly, blinking to adjust to the dimness of the room. A faint light illuminated the room enough for you to realize you were lying down, now wrapped in a blanket. Your hearing seemed muffled, as if you were submerged, but amid the confusing sounds, Silco’s voice emerged.

He was calling for Jinx, trying to calm her. “Jinx, listen,” he repeated, his voice deep and firm, but filled with concern. His tone seemed to seek her attention, trying to contain the emotional storm that was overwhelming the girl. “Jinx, I told you it is fine. It is nothing serious.”

Silco’s deep voice, usually so controlled, was now filled with a disturbance he could barely disguise. As he spoke, he repeated those words mentaly, as if trying to convince not only her but also himself that this was just a temporary illness.

“B-but...” Her voice broke, and the rest of the words got stuck in her throat. Jinx seemed unable to look directly at her father; her eyes nervously scanned the room, searching for an answer where there was none. “She... she just suddenly got like this.”

“Was not sudden, Jinx.” Silco took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “We just did not notice before.” He adjusted his tone, seeking a firmness he didn’t feel, hoping to convey some confidence. “It is common. People get sick all the time. She will be fine.”

He continued, repeating the words like a mantra, silently praying they were true.

“Do you promise?” Jinx’s question came loaded with urgency, almost like an ultimatum.

Silco hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard at the weight of that word. Promising meant more than just reassuring her; it meant banishing any possibility of loss or failure. He knew he couldn’t say “yes” lightly, but he also couldn’t imagine denying that reassurance to his daughter.

His gaze shifted behind him, seeking your figure lying down. When he noticed you trying to sit up, despite visible effort, Silco felt an unexpected relief. It was a sign, even if small, that gave him the strength to respond firmly.

“I promise.” His voice came low but firm, as he squeezed Jinx’s shoulders, trying to convey a security he could barely feel.

Jinx followed her father’s gaze, and upon seeing you move, her behavior shifted instantly. With the frantic energy characteristic of her, she ran to you.

“Calm down!” Silco tried to call to her, but she was already on top of you.

You, however, were lost in confusion. Your mind felt like a blur, and the unbearable weight on your eyelids made it impossible to react or understand what was happening. The last thing you felt was Jinx’s hesitant touch, quickly replaced by the touch of calloused hands, before everything went dark again.

Silco watched as your eyes opened and closed again, what seemed like the thousandth time that night. It was as if you were waging a battle against your own consciousness and body, trying to hold onto reality as it slipped through your fingers.

He hadn’t slept. He had spent the night by your side, patiently waiting for that moment when you would finally wake up for real. Making sure you didn’t hurt yourself with the needle stuck to your wrist, connecting you to the IV that kept your body hydrated, had been an exhausting task. Every time you briefly stirred, it seemed like you were compelled to move your arms, as if testing your own strength, and he found himself forced to intervene.

“I thought you were going to pass out again,” he murmured, his voice low and strangely gentle, something rare coming from him. He carefully placed his hand on your forehead, checking the fever that, to his relief, was starting to subside.

“What do I have?” you asked, the words coming out slowly as your mind pieced together recent memories and adjusted to your surroundings.

Silco let out a long sigh, somewhere between irritation and relief. The corner of his lips curved into a dry smile, as if he found the situation so absurd it was almost comical, yet no less serious.

“You spent the whole day without drinking water.” His voice carried a hint of exasperation and he carefully brushed away the hair that was sticking to your face. “Dehydration. How, for the love of everything, did you not feel thirsty?”

His question was genuine, a mix of confusion and disbelief.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, feeling small and stupid under his analytical gaze.

Silco didn’t say anything more right away. Instead, his eyes studied you for a moment longer than necessary before he leaned back in the chair next to the bed.  

“Whatever the reason, this will not happen again,” he declared firmly, his voice carrying a tone almost possessive as he crossed his arms, as if imposing his will on the universe itself.

“Sorry,” you said, the weakness still evident in your voice, but there was also a trace of embarrassment, making your words almost a whisper.

He watched you in silence, his gaze fixed as you stared at the pillow. Even pale and visibly fragile, you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever known. The soft moonlight illuminated your face, highlighting a few strands of your hair, and in that moment, something inside him softened. The hard expression he always carried melted away, replaced by a rare tranquility—a surrender to the simple relief of seeing you there, breathing.

You saw the IV, something Singed must have done, and noticing it was almost empty, Silco carefully leaned forward to remove the needle. His movements were almost methodical, but there was an uncommon tenderness. His fingers slid lightly over the skin of your wrist before touching the catheter, and that seemingly small gesture sent a shiver down your spine.

It was as if, in that touch, he wanted to send you a message: I’m here, and I will be gentle.

“Jinx will be on your case the whole week,” he stated casually, though his tone was firm, as if warning you about your foolishness that caused all this.

You laughed, the weakness in your voice softened by the playful tone. “I can handle it.”

Slowly, you pulled his fingers, as an invitation for him to come closer. Silco accepted without hesitation, climbing onto the bed beside you. He positioned himself behind you, wrapping his body around you in an embrace that, though silent, carried a desperate intensity.

His hands tightened around your waist, the fingers interlacing as if he feared that if let go, you might slip away. The warmth of Silco’s breath brushed against your neck, bringing with it the scent of the cigars he always smoked. On anyone else, or in any other situation, the smell would have been overpowering, almost repulsive, but from him, there was something strangely comforting about it. It was a subtle reminder that, despite everything, he was there—solid, present, and, above all, familiar.

Silco squeezed your waist tighter, his deep voice cutting through the silence, almost a controlled growl as he whispered against your ear:

“Do you really think you will achieve something important if you forget the basics? Forget to drink water, to take care of yourself… That is not just foolishness, it is pure recklessness.”

He held you close, his eyes wandering to a distant point in the room, as if searching for something to focus on, while trying to make you understand the weight of his words. Silco knew you had this habit of putting yourself second, neglecting your own needs for what you thought was more urgent or important.

“Stop putting yourself at risk like this,” he continued, his voice firmer, “or I woll not have any choice but to take care of everything.”

His voice, cold and incisive, sounded almost like an attempt at humor, but you knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t one for jokes. Silco didn’t care for casual remarks, and the lightness in his tone was just a mask for the frustration he felt. You worried so much about not overburdening him that you ended up ignoring your own well-being, making his biggest concern a reality: he would have to carry the weight for you.

“I take care of you… even if I have to save you from yourself,” he whispered, almost like a mantra. The words were both a promise and a necessity. He was speaking to himself, trying to reaffirm his own position, and you didn’t dare interrupt him. You just cuddled closer to his body, feeling the warmth and firmness of his words as a protection that, somehow, also felt like a prison.

[doodlboy]

Doodle that will make sense later <3