#obey me white day

[annemoriarty]

Anne Bellaryn and Lucifer white day

[rashomonss]

Not the devs releasing these right when i go broke, I’m actually going to cry (╥﹏╥)

[die-remastered]

A nasally what now

[shootingstarrfish]

i like the pretti reaper lady hello maam,,,

[noecoded]

everybody knows ur right…everybody knows im wrong!!!!!!

[incomptentartist]

channel my turmoil to the most stressed demon in the devildom please :D

oh and i guess you can have this genderbent lucifer too :)

[roseonne]

next time

Mephistopheles attempts to ask you out on White Day.

a mephisto x mc / reader for white day ! ( ao3 link )

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"Alright. Class dismissed."

Finally.

Mephistopheles lets out the mental groan he's been holding onto since the beginning of class, around three eons ago. (He's exaggerating, obviously, but three hours did feel an awful lot longer today, for some reason.) Normally, being stuck to his chair with his ears almost hurting from hearing the significance of magical potions and their hazards, not only to humans but to angels and demons as well, over and over again, is a tolerable occurrence for him. So now, seeing that he's seemingly over everything that's had happened to him within the span of just one day, irritates the life out of him.

Hastily, and with a hint of recklessness, the RAD Newspaper Club (former) president wastes not a moment in gathering up his things and taking his leave.

Oh, thus he realizes, whilst on his way out.

Maybe that's what's keeping him so preoccupied? The piled-up articles he still has to proofread and publish; the photos in his camera that he's to edit first, then upload to the official RAD Website; and a terrifyingly long list of all the other deadlines he ought to catch up to, academic and personal matters combined.

A sigh of distress escapes the noble demon's lips. Without much thought, he fetches his D.D.D. out of his pocket and the screen immediately comes to life.

03/14/XXXX 4:46 P.M. Today's Daily Reminder: "Don't forget to celebrate White Day in your own, special way!" -Lord Diavolo

Well. That explains it.

Troubled, Mephistopheles runs his fingers through his hair, tousling the locks he made sure to keep as neat and tidy as possible. As much as he desires to fulfill Lord Diavolo's honorable (although sometimes questionable) requests, just how in the Devildom is he to juggle all his tasks and duties at once? He has his work cut out for him today, and for the rest of the week. Such a poor demon he's become. And to make things even more complicated on his end, apparently, he isn't getting any of his listed items done right on schedule. Unfortunately so.

For as if in response to his already-raging psychological turmoil, the universe provides him with the biggest, most troublesome distraction he's yet to learn to ignore and conquer...

Mephistopheles sees you.

"MC!" he calls out from the top of his lungs suddenly, surprising both you and himself as his voice appears to have acted against his will. And the fact that he rushes to your side upon instinct truly isn't helping him in the slightest. "Fancy bumping into you now of all times."

"Mephisto!" You greet him with a smile, and right away, he feels the warmth of you emanating from the center of his chest. "Good work today!"

"Likewise." Mephistopheles places a hand over his heart and bows at you slightly. "Are you heading home now?"

Your polite nod in confirmation to his query earns a rather sharp click of the demon's tongue. 

"Isn't it too early for that?" Mephistopheles raises an eyebrow. "Why don't I do you the honor of inviting you out with me for dinner, perhaps? Of course, on behalf of Lord Diavolo and the rest of RAD, we're grateful for your efforts in keeping the exchange program alive!"

The noble demon senses you feeling a little taken aback; and he understands. He figures you're probably aware of how busy he is, considering how tedious it is being the main individual manning the RAD Newspaper Club. Again, even he is growing more and more perplexed at how his body's acting. Doesn't he have so many things to do? How is he able to make it seem like he's got so much time to spare while keeping a straight face? Oh, Diavolo. He no longer recognizes himself at all.

"Uhm..." you find yourself stuttering, evidently unsure as to the kind of answer you'll provide your current pursuer. 

"If you're wondering how we'll meet, I'll pick you up at the House of Lamentation by seven." But Mephistopheles is more than ready to hush each and every one of your possible concerns. 

Shifting a little of your weight over to your other foot, you hum quite a playful, "Well..." 

Crossing his arms, but raising his index finger in the air, the demon proudly declares, "It'll be my treat, MC. Don't worry. I got you."

And you've made up your mind; Mephistopheles recognizes the familiar light in your eyes the moment your gazes briefly met and locked. 

"MC, there you are!"

But what perfect timing. In the midst of his persuasion, here comes the residents of Purgatory Hall. And the brothers of the House of Lamentation. And well, basically everyone else you hold very close to your heart.

Clearing his throat in a slight panic, Mephistopheles tries to regain your attention, "MC, please. If you would justー"

He's too late.

"I'm so sorry, Mephisto." It's the sincerest, most bittersweet apology he's been told so far. "Maybe next time!" you add quickly, as you at last get dragged farther and farther away from him.

Down the drain, goes his infrequent chance with you, yet again. Mephistopheles squeezes his eyes closed and chews on his lower lip; his mind all blank, save for the resentfulness looming heavily over him. Forget about his deadlines; his tasks; his duties; his role in the future of Devildom. Is it too much for him to ask a mere moment of your time? Is he never really going to learn more about you at this point?

Mephistopheles doesn't see it as a fair game anymore. He's one of the first few demons who's heard of your name the very day you arrived at the Devildom; and yet at least a minute of decent, proper conversation between the two of you, alone, still remains beyond his reach. 

Seeing you share the smile that he is able to somehow find comfort in with everyone else, except him... He admits, it causes a twinge of pain to swell across his chest.

How many next time's have you promised him by now, anyway? He bets you won't remember, either.

But since he isn't the type to just sit in a corner and cry; maybe he just has to keep trying, then? Like the lessons in class, over and over. He must push forward, until hopefully one day, you'll learn to look at him from a perspective different from the one you have of him at present.

...Great.

Looks like he's added yet another questionable thing up his list; which he normally would've called a pain in the rear, but it's you he's thinking of so... You're the exception. His exception. You always are, and always have been. 

Guess I'll have to try something harder than initiating conversations, Mephistopheles brings his eyes to the sky and promises; to you and to himself. Next time. 

And once he succeeds in this mission of forever, only then can he say...

That he's indeed made the progress he so longs for. With you. 

[impaostor]

Hey obey me , you forgot to add the other side characters to your merch 👀✨️

Hope you don't mind if I drew them

Can't forget to add include MC to 🐑 ✨️

Had to draw these two together for white day 👀✨️

For those who are curious white day is on March 14

It's pretty much like valentines day... expect people are supposed to give reciprocal gifts gift to those who gave them gifts on Valentines day !

The more you know ✨️

[wishluc]

yandere satan obey me? what sets him off?

✧ CW: yandere character, jealousy

✧ PAIRING: Satan x GN! reader

Satan doesn't want you to catch on to his feelings, especially since he knows you'll be terrified—and he'd rather die than see your face fill with disgust or fear at the sight of him. He's pretty good at being subtle about it, preferring to get closer to you by being a friend, or at least, one of your better dorm mates. He'll win you over because he doesn't believe you can be forced to love him, even if his patience is tested multiple times while doing so.

There are cracks in his facade, though, at times when you may be able to tell he likes you more than he lets on. For instance, when he coincidentally happens to have all your favorite books in his collection, even making sure to get the specific edition you have, with the same cover. If you ever have an opportunity to search his room, you might even find a list of curses and potions he'd like to use on you (featuring some familiar ones; the curse that overwhelms the target with desire, and the potion that turns the target into a cat). But that's only if Satan lets his guard down first, and you can ensure that by smothering him with affection (guaranteed to have him in a daze; the perfect opportunity to do some snooping).

He can be easy to please, though. With some genuine compliments and attention, Satan's over the moon. Satan dislikes when your attention is on anyone else; especially when it's on Mammon. You've always treated Mammon a little better than everyone else, maybe because he was your first pact, but it leaves a sour taste in Satan's mouth. How can he consider himself solid competition when he wasn't even close to being first? He's a little bitter when he sees anyone else initiating the shameless skinship he wishes he can do with you; when Asmo offers to hold you in the cold, when Belphie cuddles you close—but all Satan can do is offer you his coat and a pillow.

He tells himself that someday, he'll earn the casual comfort of holding you, and he'll deserve to hear the mesmerizing way you call his name more often. Until then, he'll do whatever it takes to get to that point.

all works © wishluc. do not copy, steal or repost my works on other platforms. (including translations)

[kamuyagi]

You know I'm down for a cute trend (♡Θ艸Θ)~

from twitter! Obey Me retro art for White Day ˉ̞(′͈∨‵͈♡)˄̻ ̊

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

White Day Special: Love Languages!! Part 2! <3

Diavolo

Love Language: Physical Touch

It was something you noticed over time.

A hearty clap on your back, a gentle hand over your shoulders, a lingering warmth on your heated cheeks.

Skinship was something he liked.

And before long, with your reciprocation, it developed into something more.

You will never forget his startled gasp when you first reached out and took his hand into your own.

For a demon of his size (and rank), he certainly was love-shy. How cute.

His trembling hands caressed the sides of your face (so cute!!).

“Y/N, may I?”

Instead of gracing him with a reply, you tiptoed forward and gave him a little peck on the lips. That shall be your reply to your cute, blushing prince.

“–! I’ll take that as a yes then.”

Barbatos

Love Language(s): Acts of Service (but uno reverse x2) and Quality Time

This talented demon liked to spend his time pampering helping others, and in particular, you.

He seemed to be anywhere and everywhere, just a step away or even ahead, when help was required.

And when he wasn’t at his lord’s side, he could be found by yours.

There was certainly nothing impossible for him.

He had assured you multiple times that it was of his own volition. That your happiness is his reward.

While you don’t necessarily dislike this service, you wanted to do something for your lover too. That’s right! Your lover!!

Suddenly motivated, you decided to have a go at cooking for him. He did make a passing remark about his interest in your hometown’s cuisine.

Probably because he wanted to make it for you, but anyway-

He came after receiving your dinner invitation, earlier than the arranged timing, just as you had expected. 

Noticing his curiosity towards the bubbling pots on the stove, you happily list out all the dishes you have prepared. Prepared especially for him, you emphasised.

“Why, that’s— Let me help you plate them, at least.”

You shot down his idea immediately. That he, the guest-of-honour, should just sit pretty. He doesn’t complain, but seems... almost embarrassed. 

"Alright, but... Let’s make it together next time, shall we?"

That small, fond smile adorning his face was your reward. You finally understood why he liked seeing your smile so much now.

[xxcathartistxx]

Wanted to participate in the white day trend I saw on Twitter

Take Rowin (he/him when being a butler), Barbatos’ apprentice

And his cupid 💘 crossbow leg

Transparent:

[arvandus]

I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEE—

[onyourowndaisymae]

y'know, i shouldn't be surprised this event is so goddamn horny, yet here i am

[mammonsfeatheraccessories]

i’m sorry what the FUCK does this mean

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

...he just panicced

in puns

Satan just jumped in without a second thought lmao