#obey me son

[tsukii0002]

Mc: *looking Simeon over from top to bottom in his neoprene suit*

Simeon: *blushing* What do you think?

Mc: I don't quite understand why, and considering your everyday clothes…. Surprisingly hot.

Simeon: Mc!!

Mc: What?? You ask, I answer !!!! Although I wouldn't mind seeing you without the neoprene….

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[springgonyoyos]

Actually dying what in the world am I doing, this meme was too funny

Have another cracked meme, please enjoy thank you orz

(And no way am I drawing Lucifer again, so png it was)

[sweetbrier2908]

sometimes you look at satan and think of lucifer. of course you keep it for yourself, you're wise enough to know that even when he's not mad at you but it definitely makes him uncomfortable. but sometimes, you mean it, only a few times in the span of many years you've known him, you look at him and his face, his expression, even his nose and his smile, his action, his attitude surprise you how similar he is to his father (can you say that? you always feel like this word is such a sensitive topic). you start noticing the similarity between those two and also the difference.

like how satan chuckles often than only smile when he reads and he's usually too excited to show you whatever intrigues him from the book.

like how satan's eyes are not that sharp, unlike lucifer's. satan's eyes are always smiling. if you remember correctly. he may say that is because he's a demon and he need to deceive others but maybe he's just a kind soul.

like how satan doesn't have wrinkles on the corner of his eyes and he doesn't frown that much. always keep his best composure. always acts polite. he can't afford to let people think he's rude since he need to surpass lucifer in everything.

like how satan's expression is always more gentle...more soft...and you look at him and you know that he was raised in love. in love. in love. the way he looks at little animal, the way he looks at his brothers while they're doing something silly. the way he focuses on the books, on the lessons,...the way he treats everything with such sincerity like they all have souls. you wonder if levi's the one who taught him how to take care for little animals, if mammon's the one who taught him you need to treat everyone equally, if asmo taught him to appreciate the beauty in even the smallest thing, if beel and belphie taught him to create a special bond with people is nice.

satan and lucifer, they shares some habits too. the first thing they do when they walk through the door is organize all the jackets and coats on the hanger, then they go to the kitchen and make something for themselves (but satan likes to make a cup of latte and lucifer likes hell coffee or tea which he was gifted by his beloved)- and for beel who's already there. they're gonna complain about something, then go to the library to take a look. arrage the misplaced books, sweep a little bit then take a sit and wait for their brothers to come home and complain again about the noise (everyone knows that they love being around their family and to proud to admit that they enjoy all the problem they cause). they don't do all of that together. never. satan takes after lucifer, you're kind of sure of it after spending years and years watching them, many things. you never tell him.

sometimes you look at satan and wonder how many things he takes after his brothers, his family. how many things he takes after love.

[celestialrealms]

Anyway, the card itself was about MC and Barbatos going to the past and Barbatos reflecting on his history, and how ultimately the place he ended up the happiest is the present day Demon Lord's Castle because Diavolo and MC are in his life.

And this didn't happen outright in the card, but can we appreciate that the non-bloomed version of the UR implies the one thing that can make Barbatos cry is how important Diavolo (and now MC) is to him?

[shootingstarrfish]

hello have you seen this boy?

now you have :)

[f-mcthetherapist]

Mc:.......

Luke:.........

Mc:*inhales and takes out adoption papers and slams it on the table* sign here, here and here *serious*

Luke: Ok ( ・��・)

Mc: Good. Now let's go we have mother and son bonding to do

Luke: ((o(^∇^)o))

[witheredapple]

Lucifer: Michael? What are you doing down here?

Michael: I heard you had a son with Diavolo and I thought it would be nice to see my nephew for the first time

Lucifer: Not your nephew, Michael

Michael: *Looks at Satan*

Satan: ?

Michael: *looks him up and down* hm, he’s not identical to Diavolo as they said he was

Michael: But I guess I can see a bit of Diavolo’s features in him

Satan: WHAT?!

[astaroth1357]

Lucifer: Satan.

Lucifer: I am your father.

Satan: *pins Lucifer back against the wall with a butter knife to the throat*

Satan: Take. THAT. BACK.

Lucifer: 😐

And from then on, Satan was known as the 4th brother.

[lucifersdickriderdotnet]

An Honest Conversation

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

Disclaimer: not demoncest!! just fathersonbrothers being fathersonbrothers.

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you stop? In recent years?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good.”

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

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

“I did not–”

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

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

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

“So you think.”

“So I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. I didn’t.”

“And now you’re stuck.”

“Indeed.”

“I’ve never thought of it that way.”

“I’ve never expected you to.”

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

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

“To whom?”

“To either of us.”

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

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

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

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

“Here we are,” Lucifer echoes.

There’s silence, again, for a while.

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[leviachansbaka]

I know this is weird but imagining a sheep!MC that's actually a tired man in his 40s is so funny to me. Imagine a cishet divorced dad coming home from work and they suddenly find themselves in the Devildom, surrounded by fruity demons. And he's now a tiny pink sheep

[spark-river]

Lucifer, holding Satan: I'M HAVING A SON?!

Diavolo: Congrats! ^^

Lucifer: Uh- thanks?

Barbatos: have fun raising it.

Satan: WAHHHHH!

[nocreativityfornames]

Not them getting together to take revenge on Mephisto

[brownpapaya]

Not them having the exact same pose 😭😭

Satan is going to be so mad when he sees this

[kokopati]

it's my bday so I painted barb and luke decorating a cake for me

[kitkatgohard]

Day 6. Autumn leaves🍂

The angels go to the human world trip :3

@obeymetournaments 🐞

[witheredapple]

[On the phone]

Lucifer: What do you want, Satan?

Satan: Lucifer, listen, we may have our differences but I care about you and you deserve to know the truth

Lucifer:

Satan: I don’t know how to tell you this but… Diavolo is cheating on you

Lucifer: What?

Satan: Yeah. I’m at the grocery store right now and he’s here too. And he’s flirting with a succubus and being all touchy with her

Lucifer:

Lucifer: *Staring at Diavolo (who is on top of him)* Is that so?

Satan: Yes! If I were you, I would immediately file for divorce

Lucifer: