Hiya, my name is General and this is my sideblog for Obey Me content!
Previously was lucifers--lapdog!!
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Not much else to say here just yet, just tossing this here so It'll be around if or when I start to be active on here :D
Baking date with Beel where you’re making chocolate chip cookies, but before you can even shape the dough into balls to put in the oven, you’ve both eaten it all. Beel is apologetic as always with his regretful puppy-dog eyes — but you both know he can’t control himself, and on top of that… you’ve prepared for this! It would be stupid to try and make anything with him and expect it to make it to the oven, after all. So you inform him with pride that in fact, the whole point of the date was to spend time making and eating cookie dough with him. And for a moment your gentle giant smiles, but then:
“Hm… but I was really looking forward to actual cookies, though…”
And an evil grin tears its way across your face as you reach into the way way back of the fridge and pull out a premade tray of cookie dough already balled up and ready for the oven. You knew he would say that, too.
And Beelzebub look as you with so much awe and appreciation you’d think you had taken the sun all the way from the human world just to shine for him.
👹🏯 more drawings/designs for Satan's look in my shinto AU~ 😼 the greasy cat returns...
this time i thought going in a nekomata direction would give him a more unique presence among his brothers. The false ears as part of his hairstyle and the twin tails from his canon yokai form felt too cute to miss!
thank you @devilsitterjoyeux for the kind message! it inspired me to go back and revisit his design a bit after a whole year 😳
not to be annoying but it is genuinely like really important to both of their characters that lucifer considers satan his brother instead of his son. to lucifer a father is cruel and tyrannical and someone who only loves you as much as they can use you. to lucifer a brother is loyal and reliable and someone who loves you unconditionally. lucifer's father gave him so much rage and hate and pain that it crawled out of him manifest, and he looked at that creature made of his own suffering and called him brother. on the worst day of lucifer's life, he looked his own wrath in the eyes, and it looked back at him with the same hatred lucifer had for his father, and he decided he would not be this demon's father, but his brother.
headcannons: MC who is easily flustered (side characters edition)
You can't help yourself. The slightest teasing remark, accidental brush of fingers, eye contact that lasted just a bit too long, and your face is red, your fidgeting with you hands, and your fighting to avert your gaze. The side characters can't get enough of you (and you can't get enough of them).
Diavolo
He’s delighted. Your reactions are like candy to him, so sincere, so entertaining, so different from the world he usually inhabits. The first time your face turned red when he called you “adorable,” he lit up like a kid discovering a new game. Now he tests your limits daily: “I dreamed about you last night.” “Careful, you’ll make me fall for you.” Each line is said with a booming laugh and a sparkle in his eyes. Just his mere presence is enough to unravel you. He loves leaning down to ‘hear’ you better, he watches how you squirm and back away and it makes him smile. He doesn’t mean to fluster you too badly, but he finds it hard to stop. You’ve become his favorite kind of fun.
Barbatos
You thought he was too composed to tease. Then came the subtle comments, delivered with a straight face and a cup of tea. “You look quite undone today. Did something... ruffle you?” He never outright smirks, but there's always the ghost of amusement dancing behind his eyes. Watching you try to pull yourself together around him is…mesmerizing. He finally understands everyone else's adoration of you. He files away your tells (the shaky breath, the twitch of your fingers) like treasured notes for future use.
Solomon
It’s a scientific curiosity to him at first. The way you unravel at a wink? Fascinating. He tries different strategies—compliments, suggestive tones, “accidentally” brushing your hand. Once, he whispered something in your ear and watched you sputter so badly you dropped your D.D.D. He laughed out loud. Now it’s a full-on experiment. “How red can I get you today?” he wonders aloud. He’s smug about it, yes, but he’s also completely enchanted by you.
Simeon
He’s genuinely concerned at first. “Are you alright? You’re warm—are you sick?” It takes a while for him to realize that it’s not illness, it’s him. That smile, that gentle voice, the way he praises you, it’s too much. And once he understands? He’s flustered too. Every time you flush or avert your eyes, he feels the heat rise in his own cheeks. He never teases on purpose, but he does look at you a little longer now. Lingers a little closer. He may be an angel, but your reactions bring out something undeniably human in him.
Mephistopheles
He lives for it. He pretends it’s beneath him, waving a hand dismissively when your face goes red. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he says, nose in the air. But the next moment, he’s teasing you in that smug, aristocratic tone. He wants you off-balance. He loves when you stutter his name or freeze under his gaze. “Honestly, you make it too easy,” he’ll say, sipping wine like he’s done nothing wrong. But if anyone else makes you flustered? He’s immediately in a sour mood.
Raphael
At first, he doesn’t react at all. Your flushed cheeks, your darting eyes, the way you stammer through a sentence, it barely gets a blink out of him. “You’re easily overwhelmed,” he states flatly, as if he’s diagnosing a mild cold. But you notice it’s always followed by a longer pause before he continues. He watches you, quiet and unreadable. You'll fluster yourself imagining what he’s thinking because he never tells you. But now and then, you’ll catch something: the subtle twitch of a smirk he doesn’t mean to show, a tilt of his head as you fumble your words, a rare, dry comment like, “You’re turning red again,” without even looking up.
Thirteen
You’ve become her favorite toy. She lives to fluster you. Teasing? Constant. Physical proximity? Weaponized. She’ll slink in behind you while you're talking and whisper “Boo,” then grin when you turn five shades of red. She pretends to be scandalous on purpose, saying things like “I had a dream about you last night—should I tell you what happened?” in front of everyone. But she’s careful not to cross lines. She likes seeing you squirm, not genuinely upset. And if someone else teases you and makes you look genuinely uncomfortable? Suddenly, she’s not smiling anymore.