#swd belphegor

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Belphie & Satan tried to make the Anti-Lucifer League into an official club at RAD except they named it the Fuck Lucifer Club and Diavolo showed up so they joined the astronomy & literature clubs instead

[jackalopesao3]

Devs really said, “make him yandere for real this time”.

[anintrovertedechoe]

belphie: im not helping you with the dishes do it urself

MC:

MC: hey belph do you remember-

belphie: dont-

MC: remember the time you killed me after i freed you from ur attic prison and then u laughed over my corpse?. bc i do.

belphie:

belphie: okay jfc ill help you with the fucking dishes

[oceanlipgloss]

MILK

BELPHEGOR.

+ warnings: angst, strong language.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

Milk helps put souls to sleep. Mouths like to drink it hot. White that once clouded clear glass with twists of steam slithers down throats and pours into stomachs. It’s been that way since old times and the dawn of history, perhaps—a tradition in many households.

As a general rule, children love their nightly pint of hot milk. As grown-ups, many of them cherish it. The liquid had followed them, after all, flowing behind them into good ol’ dull adulthood.

Now he, normally he never needed silly methods like that. No ‘sleep-helpers’ for him, thanks. His organic chemistry championed the slumber department.

Just not that night.

In those star-flecked hours, he just couldn’t sleep.

Dry flakes of milk dotted the glass to his right. Under the lamp’s light they had looked like a blueberry mix: violet freckles, lavender stars, purple planets.

Even with his head in her soft lap, her fingers in his uncombed hair, and the exhaustion slowly glazing the inner chambers of his veins, he couldn’t make himself doze off and away.

Maybe his body would not surrender to sloth because of her presence.

He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, but his brain was as alive as an electric wire is: a curly leech pulsing with its own sort of glimmering currents and glistening life. There was an entire galaxy in his mind. A milky way.

Something was flicking blurry nightmares at his soul.

His tired eyes watched. Fake planets moved lazily above him, in a perfect circle, almost as though they were doing their own ritual. The ringed one in the middle had to be the oracle. No one knew anything about the little magical meeting. It was amusing; even still objects can do things they want.

He thought of fairy dust.

His head was spinning. He felt dizzy. Not physically. Something inside him was twirling around itself, spiralling. Would anyone understand? If he tried explaining. Would they know what he meant?

One hour, two hours, three. After each other they passed. He could hear her soft breaths. His fingertips pressed against her cheek. Pillow-soft. Someone else would’ve compared it to a marshmallow. A dent formed between her brows. His skin was cold.

Counting stars was too romantic. Rosy. He was in a black mood. Back to the classics: he began to count sheep.

One pink sheep, two pink sheep, three...

Everywhere in the universe, creatures resort to many of the same things, it seems.

It wasn’t that late when the answer came to him. He hadn’t ever lost it, not really. He hadn’t even needed to look. It had been there all along, the thing nagging at him. It crawled to him by itself, on its own hands and feet. It was a fear.

Again he remembered that, years from now—hopefully many, many years from now—on a sleepless night like this, he would be yet another insomniac lying in his bed or on the floors.

Alone.

That night he just couldn’t sleep well. He dreamt of fading stars and planet collisions.

Hot milk helps put souls to sleep, does it? Fuck hot milk. It didn’t do shit, did it?

+notes: I honestly didn't want to log in, but I like to post fics the day I write them on 'cause I don't write dates down next in my notes and instead use Tumblr as a sort of accurate timeline to keep track of when I wrote something/last wrote anything at all my AO3 dates have mostly not heard of accuracy (transl.: since I'm somewhat writing again now, this may very well be repeated). Anyways *quietly sneaks u 100mg of existential horrors*

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[kimiko-dear]

Part 51 of "The Summer of Serenity," Belphie smut and Beel/Belphie threesome.

[23tweakedcryptid23]

Cosplayed Belphie at a con this weekend!

[br0ken-cassette]

Angel Belphegor (and Lilith...?)

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Wip for an animatic of a random AU i thought up

[zephyrchama]

There was a twinge of worry in Beelzebub's voice when you picked up his phone call. There was hardly any delay between the time you accepted the call and him going, "hey. Is Belphie with you? I can't find him. He's not in the attic, or our room, or the kitchen."

"Yeah, he's with me," you replied. Beelzebub exhaled a sigh of relief. You didn't have to look far to confirm the Avatar of Sloth was slouched against your shoulder. "He's taking a na-"

"I'm protecting you." Belphegor slurred his words as he stirred back to consciousness. His arm coiled around your lower back. Maybe he was still in dreamland.

You held the phone away from your mouth to explain, "Beel's on the phone. Do you want to talk to him?"

Belphegor huffed and dug his forehead into your shoulder with closed eyes. "Just tell him I'm protecting you."

"Um. Okay." You turned your attention back to the phone. "Belphie wants you to know that he's protecting me."

"That's great," his twin responded. "From what?"

"I... don't know."

You pressed your cheek against Belphegor's head to ask, "hey, Belphie? Whatcha protecting me from?"

He grumbled several sleepy little groans before insisting, once again, "I'm protecting you." There was no further elaboration.

"Cool, thanks."

Back into the receiver, you explained, "I have no idea, but he's protecting me."

"That's great," Beelzebub repeated.

[bellslovemachine]

I’ve been hearing so much about Baxter’s new piece but haven’t played it yet. I don’t know if I wanna be hurt like that lol, it sound like Belphie style shit.

[ibukiful]

[avonyxx]

The bros drew themselves 🦅🦅🦅🫴🫴🫴

[jackalopesao3]

Gee, I wonder who is causing this nightmare.

[satanswrathussy]

LISTEN Anti-Lucifer League meetings get really off topic really fast.

Satan: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

MC: That's deep.

Belphegor: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.

MC: That's deeper.

Lucifer: ...You guys are idiots.

[anintrovertedechoe]

belphie doesnt smoke weed unless someone else does the prep. he doesn’t know how to roll a blunt. bongs are foreign for him. he just uses carts like a fucking LOSER.

[oceanlipgloss]

ICE-CREAM TRUCK

BELPHEGOR.

+ no warnings.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

As he gazed at the starry night that hung over him, he remembered how one melody tinkled in the summer breeze. It was soft, sweet—a lot like seeing stars twinkle in the midst of blazing sunlight or watching her dainty studded earrings glitter—a lullaby in his ears.

When he was a child that dwelled in the skies above, many a times he descended to the world of humans, to the world that stood in the middle between hell and heaven—but never had he seen an ice-cream truck or heard it sing; it was an urban legend to him.

She had told him about it once, not too long before he saw it for himself. In his mind, the truck was a sort of magic, a form of curiosity. The truck sold rich ice cream, but were they magical, those icy delicacies? What kind of spells would the creamy frost cast? Was the truck itself enchanted?

The human realm bounced with pleasant surprises, glimmered with them. He knew that and a lot more, yet about the ice-cream truck he didn't know much—he didn't know anything at all, actually—but he wanted to. He so wished to find answers to that simple mystery and take a bite out of the bright scenery.

So when the truck hummed that adorable tune again one sunny day, all it took for him to rush out the door and towards the singing vehicle were a few words of encouragement.

White metal. Dots and stripes. Pops of colour. And the cherry on top? A comically huge ice-cream model.

He smiled at the memory. How endearingly absurd a sight!

Under the summer sunshine, children in their colourful clothing surrounded the truck like popsicles. Back then, he thought that their excitement melted into his own, just like his happiness melded with theirs—and now he was sure it was true. How could he have ever loathed all humans and desired to curse them with harm?

He would never forget how small hands stuck to the metal and little fingers pointed at charts painted with pictures of frozen desserts. The innocent energy had made him happy, but all he wanted in that moment was ice-cream—a popsicle, a biscuit, and a cone.

And when his tongue licked cold sugar that first time, the sweetness spread from it all throughout his body. There was no magic, but that was okay. She was waiting for him, not too far away. That was way more than enough.

He would never forget how she sat on the edge of the swimming pool, legs dangling into cyan water. It was mysterious, how even underwater her skin still held its pale complexion and didn't really drink in the hint of blue. It was really pretty, too.

And most of all, he remembered their shared ice cream and her lips on his, cold like the ice-cream they held, sweet like syrup.

Drowsiness began to tug at his lashes, gently so. Soon he would fall asleep with a soft chuckle to himself—they had wanted to sneak a kiss before his oblivious twin came along. Soon he would drift into the realm of dreams, thinking that even if the ice-cream weren't magical, it didn't matter, because she was there. Yet, it was indeed magical, but only because she sat by him.

+note: I've had this idea for a while, but I've been uninspired to write for quite some time; it feels nice to write again. Belphie's fascination with the ice-cream truck and the moment he and MC shared the ice-cream he bought from it during the brothers' visit to the human world (season 3 of Obey Me!) were my muses for this piece. I really miss summer, too, so that was probably reflected here as well.

+fun fact: this is my second time writing about Belphie since I first started playing the game years ago.

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[kimiko-dear]