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sighs and taps the sign

what now?

cat habits satan

feather grooming lucifer

crow tendencies mammon

tail shedding levi

Voting ended onOct 24, 2024

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you guys have two more days before i go on a plane and attempt to write something in one sitting

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YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME. HOW CAN I OICK ONE

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YOU MUST PICK MY DEAR. IT'S FOR THE GREATER GOOD

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sighs and taps the sign

what now?

cat habits satan

feather grooming lucifer

crow tendencies mammon

tail shedding levi

Voting ended onOct 24, 2024

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you guys have two more days before i go on a plane and attempt to write something in one sitting

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sighs and taps the sign

what now?

cat habits satan

feather grooming lucifer

crow tendencies mammon

tail shedding levi

Voting ended onOct 24, 2024

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HI ARIS!! im the writer of the satan glasses fic hehe ;; thank you for liking it!! also that reblog of yours lived in my head for DAYS before I decided to actually sit down and write it out 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ I hope it lived up to ur imagination LMAO 🙂‍↕️ the satan brainrot i have is unfortunately still going on 🤗

- @satanghulu

[shakes you like dog toy] HI SWEETHEART it was EVERYTHING i needed it to be i saw that line where they asked satan why he wore it if it made him look like lucifer I WAS LIKE. THAT. THAT IS THE LINE I ALSO WOULD HAVE WRITTEN IF I WROTE THIS FIC. but now i don't need to write it cause you got it covered (´ω｀) and honestly. despite the fact i don't play anymore i go feral for satan content always. KEEP WRITING MY DEAR I HOPE TO READ MORE FROM YOU SOON (´ω｀) ♡

[an1ika]

angst sol

[satanghulu]

rose-tinted glasses

✦ PAIRING: satan x g!n reader ✦ SUMMARY: writing this because i didnt get that damn satan card where he was wearing glasses; satan & reader are NOT in an relationship, but there’s pining <3 also fluff! ✦ WC: 1.6K

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“You’re not wearing your contacts today?” 

Manicured fingers dig into the sides of his cheek as Asmo peers closely at the frame covering his eyes. Satan begrudgingly lets the fifth brother tilt his face sideways as he does mental inner meditation to not slap the offending hands off.

For good measure, he shakes Satan’s head a few more times before letting go. 

“Why the sudden change?” Asmo questioned, as Satan brought up a hand to touch his jaw.

There were slight indentations along his jawline from where Asmo’s manicured fingers had touched; Satan crossed his arms across his chest and huffed.

Patience.

“Just felt like it.” 

Asmo snorted. 

“No other reason?” He looked knowingly at Satan, a sly smile playing on his lip.

“Look, those frames are too big on your face.” Asmo pauses and turns back to his vanity to pry open one of his various drawers. He digs through it, looking for something. 

“Use this. They complement your face shape better.”

Satan barely catches the pair of glasses flying towards him. If Asmo had put his mind to channel his athleticism, Satan reckons that he would be almost on par with Beel. Asmo closes his drawer, turns to the mirror, and grabs a lipstick from the table to continue his routine. He gestures for Satan to put the pair on.

“Do these even have a degree?” He puts the glasses on, taken by surprise when his vision remains as clear as ever.

Asmo laughs, the sound tinkling pleasantly through his ears even as he continues to rummage through his vanity for something else.

“Those are in your degree. I had them made for you.”

The question, “Why did you have them in my degree?” flashes briefly in his mind but he swallows it back down.

“Thanks.”

Asmo waves him off, still looking at himself in the mirror. Understanding he was dismissed, Satan turns to leave the room.

“Wait! Before you go, which shade matches better?” The Avatar of Lust holds up two lipsticks close to his face. Staring at them, Satan wonders what even is the difference.

“The one on the right.” He took a wild guess, the chosen lipstick seemed to pull more pink against the fifth brother’s face. Also, you had once mentioned to him that pink looks the best on Asmo.

Asmo’s face breaks out into a wide grin, unscrewing the cap of the lipstick. This time, Satan quietly sneaks out of the room.

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A hand on his shoulder jolts Satan out of his daydreaming.

“Hey, little brother--“ The voice started. “Wait, are yer wearing glasses?” A tuft of white hair blocks his vision as the culprit grabs him by the shoulder to shout in his ear.

It was deafeningly loud and noisy as expected.

Satan rolls up the newspaper he is holding and smacks the demon.

“Ow! Why didya do that for?” The secondborn’s lip twisted into a pout. “Seems like you’re fine. Can ya lend me money?” The newspaper in his hand came down for a second beating.

“Okay, okay! I won’t ask you for money!” Mammon tries to dodge the subsequent beatings but fails in doing so. 

“Geez, why are you so violent?” He grouches, rubbing at the top of his head. Satan brings up the offending object threateningly again. Mammon squawked loudly and raised both hands up in defense.

“That wasn’t me! Uh… That was the floor talking!” Satan looks pointedly at the carpeted floor before trailing his eyes back up to his older brother. He wonders if there is a brain inside that empty vessel called his head.

“Anyways, why do you need money? Again.” His eyes twitch as he tries to unroll the newspaper so that he can pretend to read and simultaneously disregard his brother's existence in the room.

Mammon’s mouth opens to explain.

“Actually, scratch that. I don’t need to know.” He brings the newspaper up, covering the second eldest brother’s face from his vision. He watches Mammon’s leg bounce up and down from beside him.

“Yo.” The couch dips beside him, the furniture sinking under the weight of the secondborn.

Satan ignores him.

“Hey.” This time, Mammon pokes him on the cheek. Repeatedly.

Satan continues to ignore him.

“Are ya really ignoring your older brother?” Mammon huffed out in disbelief. He proceeded to curl his fist into a ball and punch Satan.

“Ow! What the hell, Mammon?” Satan rubs his shoulder once before turning to punch Mammon back.

“We’re already in hell, my dear younger brother.” Mammon simpers before his expression turns pained from the assault.

“Now that I finally got your attention.” He pauses dramatically. “Are ya’ like copying Lucifer or something? What’s up with the glasses?” 

Satan exhales once through his nose, then twice sharply. The mental meditation exercises that you had taught him were failing today.

“I’m giving you five seconds to run.” He says politely.

“Wha- Oh shit!” Mammon protested but he was already getting up from the couch to turn into his demon form as he ran away.

Ah, sweet silence.

He counts to ten seconds, enjoying the moment of peace. Satan then picks up the fallen object again and curls it up. When he finds Mammon, he will stuff his mouth with the newspaper and ensure he cannot open his mouth in the foreseeable future.

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Satan slowly opens the door to your bedroom, padding in softly when he hears no sounds of protest. He hasn’t seen you even once today – your presence was needed at the Demon Lord Castle for an event which meant you had an early start to the day.

He wasn’t even sure if you had even eaten breakfast before you left. The silence left in your absence was largely felt and his heart squeezes at the thought of it.

“Hey.” The gentle shaking woke you up and the second thing you notice is the delicious aroma of food wafting from the tray he carries. 

You had collapsed on the floor, too tired to even change out from your outfit before knocking out. Now, you were facing the consequences of it. Your back was hurting and you could feel the dried saliva on the side of your mouth.

Timidly, you bring up a hand to wipe at it.

For a few seconds, Satan watches as you blink bearily at him.

“Satan?” 

He thinks you resemble a kitten when you stretch and yawn. It could partly be because he thinks they’re the cutest animals in the three realms, and you are the cutest in his eyes. He ran his thumb over your cheek as you leaned in closer to his touch. The sight was so heart-wrenchingly adorable, that it made him twitch in anger.

He slides the tray of food in front of you, watching as your face lit up in excitement.

“Soup?” The bowl was at your eye level as you inspected it closely. “Where did you learn this recipe?” You questioned, barely able to hold back your curiosity.

Satan pauses. He had gone over to Purgatory Hall, bothering Solomon for a human-world comfort soup recipe. Looking on the net was an option he had considered but ultimately, he decided that asking another human would be better. Solomon wasn’t the best in cooking — Satan had done further research into the recipe to perfect it. There were a few trials and errors but finally, he has found the opportunity to show it off to you.

“Online.” He bluffed, slightly miffed when you pulled away from his touch to reach for the cutleries. There was no way he was telling you the efforts he went through just to learn the recipe.

“Really? It must have been hard.” You said warmly, a smile tugging on the sides of your lips. A red tint stained his cheek and Satan wishes that he could just swoop in to give you a kiss. 

“Thank you.” You muttered, blowing the steam from the soup into his face playfully.

He continues to watch you fondly, as you continue on with your meal. Absentmindedly, he pushed the glasses on his nose up higher as it slid down his nose bridge.

The clattering of your spoon scares him, but before he could check in on you, you had already closed the distance and were now looking earnestly at his face.

“Glasses!” You said delightedly, face much too close to him. He could feel the blood rushing to his face even though he was pleased with this development.

He nods slowly, cheeks burning.

“But I thought you hated wearing glasses because it reminds you of Lucifer?” He was disappointed that you had moved back but at least, he was sure his heart wasn’t going to go into cardiac arrest anytime soon. 

“This pair is different.” He pointed at the frames adorning his face, peevish that you had mentioned the oldest brother in his presence.

You nod, agreeing with him.

“I’m glad you’re wearing glasses more often now.” You smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling upwards. “Like I said, I do think you look really handsome in them.”

His heart skipped a beat again.

The truth was that he had only dug out his only working pair of glasses because you had made a passing comment that you liked how he looked in them.

“Thanks.” 

He coughed awkwardly, gesturing to the tray.

“Are you done with the bowl? I’ll bring them to the kitchen.” You gave him that smile again, the one that makes his heart clench.

“No worries, I’ll bring it down myself.” 

The distinct aroma of your perfume fills his nose as you lean into his space with your arms open for a hug.

“Thank you.”

Satan could feel his mind running overtime and stopping in its tracks. He lost. He was utterly disarmed by your charms.

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a/n ▸ satan is a walking fashion disaster, theres no way that asmo didnt switch out his pair for a nicer one. also im sorry for the influx of satan fics lately, been having the worst brainrot about this man suddenly </33333 (not true, the brainrot is always there) also this fic was born from this reblog i saw ;; it appeared again on my dash and i wrote this in one sitting LOL

[satangcrush]

sorry into obey me and would like to know who are some good fanfic writers that you recommend?

there are a lot in the fandom! ill try my best to recc some to you based on different categories:

sfw:

- @lucifersdickriderdotnet : if you are a lucifer fan and you would like to dive more into the brothers’ relationship! bee is a really great writer as well and you won’t have any regrets checking out her fics 🥹 these are my favs: link, link, link (this is x reader but still recc this bc I love it) (bee please create a masterlist i was dying linking everything)

- @romcomeon (x reader): eden is very good at concepts! they have a variety of fics for you to choose for; (my big personal fav is their solomon zombie fic) and I love that they’re always experimenting with different universes and putting the characters in them, you can find their masterlist here

- @fandoms-x-reader (x reader): they’re always writing about a variety of situations in the obey me universe! this is mainly the whole cast, so if this is your vibe, you can check them out :> linked their masterlist here!

- @sakkajagga (x reader): love love love their writing so much. you won’t regret checking them out. this is their sfw obey me masterlist ; highly suggest reading all of their simeon fanfics because they just do the angel justice

- @beels-burger-babe (x reader) : they have a variety of works on their page but my personal favs is their teen mc which you can find here

- @lost-in-lamentation (x reader) : this is my fav from her and you can find her masterlist here

- @fickleminder (x reader; mostly sfw with some suggestive) : if you are a satan lover, this is the user for you lol, this is FM’s masterlist here and my personal fav is this (love the comedy here lmao)

nsfw (minors pls dni ok):

- @mammonsrockstargf (x reader): alba has a way with words that just draws you in with her writing 🫡 you can find her masterlist here (personal fav is solomon 700 wives LOL)

- @another-lost-mc (x reader & world-building + ocs): love love love jes’s works. you won’t regret checking out her whole masterlist fr, also what I love about jes is that she takes what is given in canon and expands greatly on them. so if you like world building / reading about ppl’s ocs, she’s a great one to check out!

- @onyourowndaisymae (x reader): you can find daisy’s masterlist here and this is my personal fav, Solomon’s bunny service ;;;;;;;; (don’t perceive me thank u) daisy is also really good at characterising the characters and it shows through her writing, this is one of my fav for lucifer

- @misc-obeyme (x reader & ships): love CC’s writing so much, this is their masterlist and this is my favourite 🫡🫡🫡 (do NOT perceive me again.) they also don’t just do x reader, they also do some ships (etc barbatos x mammon, if that interests you!)

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also if you don’t mind NSFW, I recommend that you go through my tag : #satangfavs (pls click on the tag below bc idk how to link it on mobile LOL) because these are some of my favs that ive read in the fandom <3

and also lastly, there are just so many good writers in the fandom that it’s absolutely impossible to condense all into a single post (I was actually dying linking everything LOL 😭 had to stop for my own sake). I may make another follow up to this if ure still interested :> (u can tell me more abt ur criteria and ill try to cater to it lmao)

anddd with that, I hope you enjoy reading everything!

edit #1: since this is getting traction, im going to promote myself here shamelessly too 🤗 pspspspspsppspsps i have a writing blog over at @satanghulu <3 thank you for reading 🫵

edit #2: check out the reblogs for more reccs too!!! thank u very much 👍

[an1ika]

YAYYYY 500 FOLLOWERS THANK U SO MUCHHH UUUAHH 😍😍😍💕💕💕I LUV U GUYS SO MUCCHHH!!!! I am happy that there are so many people in the world who love Solomon as much as I do mwahh 💕💕

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[hannasophieinreallife]

Honestly kind of a crime that he doesn't canonically wear glasses 24/7

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satan the kind of guy to wear contacts cause he thinks glasses are annoying but then MC tells him he looks good in glasses and suddenly he never wants to take them off

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you guys are crazy btw i lobe all of u

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wait a minute. tumblr is telling me that with premium i can have twice the amounts of likes/posts/comments but i didnt even know there was a limit????

[an1ika]

FredAlice

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failures, together.

a/n: (・・;)

content: not long after arriving at the devildom, you find yourself needing some affirmation from the representative of greed.

warnings: reader does kind of have a mental breakdown, but nothing intense.

mammon × gen!reader. hurt/comfort.

for @lulusupreme my beloved oomf (sorry i'm late)

“i just don't know what to do.”

“look, i don’t have any advice either. i'm only babysitting you cause lucifer threw you at me.” mammon clicked his tongue softly, turning away from your figure standing in the doorway. “if it weren't for him keeping goldie in jail, i would have tossed you outside already.”

“aren't you helpful.” with gritted teeth, you slammed the door and stormed further into his room, forcefully planting yourself on the other end of the couch.

mammon jerked at the action, whipping back around to face you. “oi, the hell you think you're doing?!”

grumbling, you crossed your arms and stared straight ahead of you at empty space. “i don't know, mammon. waiting to wake up from this nightmare, maybe?”

“we already told ya, human. this ain’t no dream or nightmare.”

“and i already told you, i have a name.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever. my only job is to make sure you're not in immediate danger so just… don't go outside, ‘kay? i don't wanna have to watch you all the time.”

you felt your anger starting to bubble over, your knuckles white as you balled your hands into fists. “it's not fair.”

mammon only snorted at your statement. “damn right it's not fair. how come i had to get stuck with you? why not asmo-”

“no- what's not fair, is that i had to be dragged down here! for some stupid program? asking me what i think i'm doing, well what about you? what are you doing bringing a human like me down here?!” your chest began heaving with the effort to breathe and yell, the heat behind your fury turning white as you snapped at the demon.

the second born barely gave you a glance, his voice raising to match yours. “hell if i know! i didn't want some useless ragdoll with me here anyways!”

the words echoed in your brain, causing the last string of composure to snap. “useless… ragdoll…”

mammon finally turned his head to look at you, ready to let loose another string of harsh insults, only to stop when he saw the expression on your face. “uh… human? what's going on with you?”

you lifted your hands shakily, palms up as they stopped just before they could cup your own face. “that’s all i am, isn’t it? useless?”

“o-oi, you’re freaking me out here-”

“you agree, don’t you?!” with shallow breaths, you snapped at him, feeling your desperation spill out in the form of tears. “so then why did they bring me here…?” you curled into yourself slowly, hands wrapping at the base of your neck and gathering fistfuls of your shirt. “i’m not worth anything- i won’t be able to do anything,” you whispered out. “mammon, i’ve barely done anything yet and i’m already a failure.”

silence washed over you like an unforgiving wave. amidst your muted sniffles, you couldn’t make out any movements from the demon on the other side of the couch. after a few minutes had passed, you debated about getting up, hoping to run away to your room with no mention of this incident ever again. instead, when you opted to stand up, there was a much gentler voice than you imagined that broke through the quiet.

“i doubt it,” mammon whispered back.

ever so slightly, you shifted your gaze to the side to look at him. “... huh?”

mammon, now put on the spot, ran a hand through his hair awkwardly. “trust me. in lucifer’s eyes, there’s no bigger failure than me. most of the time, at least.”

“really?” feeling a little braver, you lifted your head back up. you were just in time to see the tips of his ears dusted with embarrassment.

“ya don’t have to sound so happy about that!” mammon spared you a gaze that only lasted a second, perhaps too aware of the way you looked at him the way he wished his brothers did once in a while. “if there’s one thing about those guys, it’s that they know what they’re doing. and if they say you can do it, then you can. probably.”

as the last of your tears slipped away, you returned mammon’s words with a shaky nod. “you don’t think i’ll fail?”

scoffing, mammon crossed his arms and returned to his usual demeanor. “i didn’t say that.”

“oh.”

“but,” he continued a heartbeat later. “if lucifer calls ya a failure for no reason… you can always come and find me.” as soon as the words left his mouth, mammon jumped up to his feet, crossing the room in a few quick strides.

“so that we can be failures together?” you asked, a smile breaking into your expression.

“hey, even if we’re both failures, i’m still more fun than that stuck-up brother of mine.” the demon grabbed his leather jacket from his coat rack, shrugging it on before fishing around in the pockets for a set of keys. “let’s get going; i’m still babysitting you after all.”

you cleaned your face with your sleeves, making sure your eyes were dry before hopping up to follow mammon. “where are we going?”

“you’ve been here almost two weeks and ya still haven’t seen the whole of the devildom." mammon said, half laughing at the absurdity of it all. "can’t have you getting lost before you can do anything else.”

a/n: season 23 of my life begins today! and episode one is with mammon apparently

comments and reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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taps the sign, i made a tokyo debunkers acc !! don't worry, this blog is not forgotten; i have wips on the way! if you guys play tkdb pls also give this blog a follow, im hoping changing the media i write about will help me get out of this slump, and comments, messages, asks, and reblogs are what really fuel me so pls help a girl out 🙏🏼 i wanna write so much but i cant find my headspace yet so bear with me plsplsplspls