#om barb

[warper-in-training]

hey how is it goin'

[certifiedlucifersimp]

Barbatos as Dr.Nerfadio

[blacksheepoftheclass]

Lucifer usually wakes up late , he always finds the day hours to be annoying . Breakfast making for him is always a big hassle .

But nowadays he always wakes up to a lavish breakfast and a cup of coffee ready just for him .

[voiold]

It’s Christmas…..

OR WELL A HOLIDAY FOR OTHER PEOPLE

HAPPY HOLIDAYS GUYS!!! <3333

[misc-obeyme]

MC: Hey, Barbatos. Can you stop time?

Barbatos: Why do you ask?

MC: I’m exhausted and I really need to take a nap for a few hours, but I have too much going on.

Barbatos: I fear it would be quite irresponsible of me to stop the flow of time so that you may nap, MC.

MC: What if you took a nap with me?

Barbatos: I am not Belphegor. I’m afraid that tactic will not work on me.

MC: *sighing in disappointment* Okay. I'll ask Solomon. He might know a spell or something. And he'll definitely agree to nap with me.

Barbatos: …

Moments later, Barbatos found himself in his bed with MC cuddled up against him, snoozing peacefully. He mentally scolded himself for giving in so easily while his arms and tail tightened around MC protectively.

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[asterronomical]

The artist urge to draw my two favorite characters who are complete opposites interacting with each other.

[nocreativityfornames]

Barbatos old ass is probably the first Aro to ever exist, vote Barb!!!! He deserves it more than anyoneeee

[FINALS]

[savemebeel]

I hope you’re ready for a fright 🎃👻

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(Art belongs to Solmare & has been edited by me)

[featheredcrowbones]

oya ✧

[nocreativityfornames]

Man, single parenting is hard

A single night

These two can't be away from home for a SINGLE NIGHT

[nocreativityfornames]

Barbatos with black hair???

And the brown eyes too...!

WHO IS THAT

THEYRE CALLED "Triworlds" YAYYYYYY

[certifiedlucifersimp]

Solomon : Umm , I kinda like you . 🥺👉👈

Barbatos : *Takes out a rocket launcher*

[blacksheepoftheclass]

Pov : Diavolo (with the help of Barbatos) kidnapping Lucifer to send him on a vacation.

[nevvn]

here's the thing i made for my giftee, for the @obeymeholidayexchange event! happy holidays everyone!! weeee!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆

[nalairin]

Barbie dtiys I did over on insta,, figured I’d post here too since it’s been ages

[inhuman-obey-me]

🕶 with Barbatos please??👀 also yes on MC! (sorry for being specific, you can ignore it if you want but can it be directed at mc i'm not normal about Barb)

"I saw a little thing I didn't like you tried to hide." - Barbatos/MC

content warning: blood, reference to torture/gore

Barbatos has a reputation.

It is one that you remind yourself of at times, when you get lost in his sweet words and even sweeter treats. Those soft smiles, his ever-readiness to serve, his meticulous attention to detail so that things were always perfect for you – he would insist you had him wrapped around your finger, but sometimes you wonder if it truly isn’t the other way around.

After all, while you loved that side of him – one that few had the privilege to witness – you could not help but be intrigued by the part of him that reigned in the shadows. 

The part of him that delighted in the slow torture of a traitor. The part of him that could use a knife to cut up a bleeding-heart artichoke just as deftly as an actual bleeding heart. The part of him that could drive someone mad just by warping the space around him, damning them to experience eternity in a matter of seconds. 

Perhaps you were a bit too intrigued, your morbid curiosity having led you now to wander the dark halls of the Demon Lord’s Castle in search of him. He was supposed to meet you at the foyer earlier, but when the ever-punctual demon was nowhere to be found, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You wanted to see if you could catch the consistently composed butler off-guard, unprepared. 

A fool’s quest.

You pass an archway and stop in your tracks, swearing you heard a faint scream from down below. A metallic scent pervades, your stomach churning as you take a step, and then another, and yet another – slowly descending the stairs, unsure of what you’ll find at the bottom. 

It’s dimly lit, torches along the walls flickering with magic flames. Your eyes adjust, and your heart nearly skips a beat as you see Barbatos in the distance. You dive behind a wall, peering around the corner to observe. 

He seems to be talking to someone, though you can’t see who. A cell, you think, as you notice the iron bars gating certain areas. The light catches on an object in his hand, something silver, and you realize he’s cleaning it off with cloth. Your own hands fish out your D.D.D., opening the camera function to zoom in and get a clearer look.

Oh.

He’s splattered with blood, standing in a pool of it. It’s a sight to behold, and you’re unable to tear your gaze away from him. Slowly, your finger goes to the capture button, taking a photo of the scene. You duck back into the passage, checking to see how the shot turned out – and chills run down your spine as Barbatos seems to be looking straight into the lens. 

“Tsk, tsk.” Gloved fingers tightly wrap around your wrist, forcing you to turn around to meet a dark gaze that you knew all too well. “I saw a little thing I didn’t like you tried to hide.” 

“B-Barbatos!” His name leaves your lips in a squeak. You don’t know how he got to you so fast, but you do know it’s better not to question it. “I-I’m sorry, you didn’t show up earlier and I got curious and wanted to look for you so I ended up down here and then I found you but I didn’t want to disturb you and –” 

He puts a halt to your rapid explanation with a single finger against your lips, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry, my dear. It’s not like me to forget or lose track of the time. I must make this up to you immediately.” He lets go of your wrist, examining you once over before taking a step back. “But first, I need to freshen up. Shall we go upstairs?” 

With a nod, you follow him back up to the brighter hallways of the castle, though he pauses once you’re at the landing. “...And what are you going to do with that photo?”

“Oh.” You can feel the warmth rush to your cheeks. “I, uh … just kind of wanted it for myself.”

“Is that so?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, see the way his lips twist into a smirk.  “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose I can let your little reconnaissance slide. Next time, however,” he leans in close, breath ghosting your ear. “Just ask.”