Why you (as a 2D artist) should never work with YandereDev aka Alex Mahan—a quick post
Feeds your art to AI!
trying to justify the nonconsensual usage of GenAI (on your art) to a third party and deliberately exaggerates your reaction in a way that WILL be misinterpreted. Lying, in short.
Whatever the fuck this is ig.
Anyways, this is only a few of the things he said about me and how I “overreacted” knowing my art just got fed to AI!! The guts when you are shamelessly asking an artist to lose hundreds of dollar to draw for you 30 illustrations while expecting professional treatment!!
So, even when you’re not planning on working for this guy, drawing for this fandom alone is already big enough of a risk!
Don’t bother to ask why I even talked to a pedo in a first place.
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Update: here’s what he sent my friend. I’m just gonna paste the whole message here:
“<:DevShroog:1063460819582595112| Quitting immediately instead of having a conversation is unprofessional and out-of-line.
If she had been professional and simply said, "I'm anti-AI, never do that with my art," I would have apologized.
But, she quit without even being willing to discuss it, which is immature and unprofessional. So, if I describe her behavior, then I won't describe it positively.
If that offends her, then she should have behaved in a more professional manner.
Her fault, not mine.
Yes, AI is a quick and easy way to communicate an idea, such as "turn the character's head this way." That's kind of indisputable.
If she doesn't want me to use AI, I won't use AI. but she can't be immature and unprofessional and over-react and quit immediately instead of having a calm discussion about it.
I do not percieve myself as the "bad guy" of this situation.”
So, before you guys come at me for acting childish and unprofessional knowing my art just got fed to AI by someone I worked for (without getting paid, mind you), I think I’ll let Alex’s own words speak for itself.
Do you guys remember when the impossible setting in Bendy and the Ink Machine was given justification in The Dark Revival by making it clear that the first game did not take place inside an actual building and instead an endless conglomerate of Joey Drew's memories?
Remember how cool that was?
Remember how cool that still is?
If Poppy Playtime has the same basic ending, I'm going to laugh very, VERY hard.
Daily affirmation: Your favorite fictional guy would totally like you if he was real and if you're desperately and passionately in love with him, he'd be desperately and passionately in love with you too.
Actually you SHOULD make problematic content. You SHOULD explore dark or taboo topics. You SHOULD have a space where you can cope with your traumas or explore sensitive topics in a way that doesn't hurt anyone.
Also you should make problematic content for funsies. You don't need to have had trauma or need to be coping in order to explore dark creativity. You can just be a human who wants to explore dark and taboo topics because you want to. That's completely normal, btw.
Every single person on this planet thinks about dark and taboo things. It's literally the most normal thing in the world.
As a chronic reader of degenerate Obey Me fanfics, I've seen a ton of people writing about the Demon Bois going into 'heat' or a 'heat like state' but they never mention how often these happen. So I'm hear to awnser that question with my own head cannon!
<3
Heats for demons in the Devildom happen once every 22-ish months. More precisely, every 666 days.
The heat itself lasts about 27-ish days. More precisely for 666 hours.
Demons that live together or are frequently in close proximity tend to have their heats sync up.
With that in mind, I would like to humbly wish luck for all the human MCs out there, ehe!~
Are requests still open? Hopefully. If not please ignore this. I really love you work. Could you write a reaction of the demons being particularly demonic (they murder someone or anything that comes to mind) and MC sees without them noticing. Instead of MC being scared they are impressed and in awe.
PS: I love you writing. So good!
Demonic Brothers: It's more common than you think!
Seven demon brothers x Reader
@obey-mes-treasure i hope you like it!! My fav part was Beel's. This was fun to write.
LUCIFER
Trespassers are unheard of in the House of Lamentation.
Wards have been placed accordingly, boundaries clearly established by scent and hierarchy. The seven most powerful beings in this realm, who would dare intrude upon them?
He shakes head in disbelief. Almost pities the lack of awareness and almost admires the audacity.
Watches from the shadows as the demon flits through manuscripts and scrolls of the previous millenia. They don't even have the presence of mind to put things back in their place. Lucifer flicks out the candles, observes the intruder bare his teeth in frustration. Good. The light was too bright anyways. Puts his coat down and adjusts his tie, savours the moment. Steps out.
"Care to explain your presence in our territory?" He asks, watches as the demon snarls at him. "You have dirtied my study."
They tries to flee, but a force holds them in place. Scrambles at the air since their feet have failed them. Lucifer hums as he moves forward, retrieves the document crumpled in their pocket. Raises an eyebrow and smiles. Lets the paper burn in his hand and blows the ashes in their face, making them sneeze.
"What shall be done to you?" He ponders, putting on a TSL soundtrack. Sits on the chair and closes his eyes. "Public execution?"
At least they have the presence of mind to keep quiet.
"Or maybe I will hang you in front of the house as a warning. The flowers have been dull recently, maybe a fool's blood will assist in their vitality."
Maybe chop them into eight pieces and bury one in every direction. Nourish the soil with their blood and let Purgatory take hold of their soul. Let the Council try them for treason. One thing the House of Lords is adept at is delivering punishment, apart from having snobby nobles and vassals intent on getting their way.
"Or maybe, I should deliver punishment myself."
A mess he would glady partake in. The intruder writhes in their place. The music reaches a crescendo. "Your protectice wards are weak. Who do you think you are, Morningstar? You seek refuge in this realm when you were thrown out from your own, and have the gall to pretend you are above everyone else. This is a land of demons, not for betrayers of their own realms."
He raises an eyebrow. "Oh? Then why do I have dominion over Pride?" He gets up to face them, lets his fangs glint in the moonlight, the pallor of his skin and the veins bulging in his neck evidence of how deranged he looks. "Why am I one of the Avatars? Why was I a Seraphim?"
Arguing with fools has led to no productive output. Hence it must be made quick.
Lucifer watches the blood flow down, stain the floors red. Lets the demon tremble and whine in pain. Stares in disgust at the mess and turns to leave the room. If they are alive by the next day, he will hang them from a tree in the garden.
Then his eyes fall on you.
Lucifer freezes, watches you stand there with your mouth open and body rooted in place. Clearly, having sought him when you were unable to fall asleep.
"You were not supposed to see that."
Your eyes dart between the being bleeding out and Lucifer's face, unable to speak. Then a gloved hand covers your eyes and turns you to face the hallway.
"MC—"
"No, wait—that—that was so damn cool!"
His mind halts.
You smile at him wide-eyed, nearly vibrating in your place. "Like—the soundtrack, the way you unalived them—your smile, oh fuck your smile—"
Interesting choice of vocabulary.
The demon smiles. "My smile?"
"No—your fangs aren't showing like this—"
You hold his chin and angle his face so that his canines glint in the light. Then grin in victory. Lucifer's mind fumbles.
"How did you do that?!"
"I'm a demon."
"Can I sit back and watch?"
"Go to sleep, you have a test tomorrow. That hold priority."
"Ugh."
MAMMON
Mammon can be called a hypocrite.
He does not like to be cheated at all, but will do so himself at a moment's hesitation. He's a demon, after all, and while honesty might be virtue in the Celestial Realm, here it holds no pedestal. Especially for being of Greed.
There's a product he wants to purchase for himself: a diamond bracelet, hand-carved and procured from the mines in the outskirts of the Devildom. Incredibly rare.
Normally he would grab it without a second thought, but he's currently waddling in cash from his gigs and deals, and before Leviathan comes asking him for his 500 year old money with interest on it again, it would be better to spend it. Plus, an item of such worth going missing would surely make headlines.
So when f the money has been paid, the jewellery finally rests in his hand.
Mammons looks pleased with himsef, lets it rest in his hand—so shiny, and wonders how it would look on him. Or MC.
Yeah, MC.
A blush dusts his cheeks at the thought, dopey grin on his face. The jewel shines, his hand holding it up in joy.
But then Mammon freezes.
Brings it closer to his eyes, applies pressure. The stone on it does not budge, but then more and more and more—
A crack.
"Oi!" He calls to the agent, who have retreated to another room to complete some documentation. "What ya' giving me a fake for?!"
They make a face of confusion. "But sir, this is a real item. Certified in its quality." Their expression freezes when Mammon gives them the cracked jewellery; and gives them a look.
"Explain this then."
The agent stumbles over their words while forming excuses, and his eyes dart around the room. The second-born cackles suddenly.
"Don't tell me—you're the illegal vendors of these diamonds? Selling fake ones in the name of the real thing."
They apologise when caught, blubber and form apologies and promises that Mammon knows are hollow. If he's here, he might as well have a bit of fun, and y'know....its been some time since he last let go.
"Usually, I'd let Lucifer or Lord Diavolo handle such a thing, but you're lucky to have me instead busting your ass." His voice is a tad high-pitched, and the way his eyes glint means whatever plans he has in mind do not have decent consequences. "Say, what, let's make a deal."
Making a deal with the Avatar of Greed never has the desired consequences. It is like playing Russian Roulette with your luck and life.
By the time the deal is finalised, the place is trashed. Wallpapers torn and windows broken, glass shattered on the ground. Crimson bleeding into the fabric of the carpet.
And a new bracelet adorning his hand.
The real deal.
He whistles as he walks out, admires the shine of the stone and looks up.
Sees you standing there.
Backtracks.
"You—MC—what are you doing here?!" His voice comes out rushed, eyes widening. "Did Lucifer send ya here or somethin'?"
"I followed you," you declare, setting a hand on your hip.
"Firstly that's kinda creepy, and why?" He asks, looking you over as you stand so nonchalant. Mammon's hyperaware of the destruction that the establishment has, but takes pride in knowing that he was the one to do it.
"I was bored."
"What kinda reasoning is that?!" Pokes you in the head, and the action causes the bracelet to shine in the lamplight.
"You'll want to get the blood off the back of your shirt before Lucifer sees," you point out, and Mammon strains his head to look at his back. Sighs in defeat when he sees crimson. "It was all over you when I saw you come out."
"Aren't you afraid or grossed out?" He asks, licking his lips.
"Nope," You declare, enunciating the 'p'. "You did the right thing."
"Now, did I? Ya think so?!"
LEVIATHAN
Leviathan does not like to go out in public very often.
Newfound peace in the Devildom means that there's no more conquests to be made, and so with peace often comes gossip and boredom. It's been centuries since he last wore his uniform and donned the cap.
The public knows him as the Avatar of Envy, the Grand Admiral of Hell's navy, a master strategist. One who led enemy forces belonging to the House of Lords many millennia ago straight to their demise without shedding a drop of blood.
But right now he wants to be the demon who's here to purchase the groceries for the week.
Loathes, loathes—going out. But Satan's down with a cold (it was his turn today) and with no other sibling free the chore fell on him.
Leviathan blows the bangs away from his face and squints at the bread. Inspects it for any weird smells, but its fresh. Quality checks in this establishment have always been top-notch. Takes the cart to the pickles section, wonders which one to get. Deviled zebra in spices, or Hell Mango in the spicy base that Mammon always prefers? There are so many of them too, that he has to take a moment to decide.
Overhears two demons nearby snickering. Ignores it, shrinks a bit into himself and focuses on choosing a jar.
Their laughter is, frankly, grating to his ears.
Goes a little ahead, leaving his cart behind to pick a chicken pickle. Leviathan's hand freeze as soon as their words rush past his ears. "Sucre Frenzy? Really?" One of them exclaims, staring at his cart. "A grown demon, of all things?"
Their chuckle is cruel.
It makes his heart sink in his chest, a tightness that makes his brain freeze. Of course I would be ridiculed, what was I thinking even stepping out—shakes his head and pretends everything is normal.
The second one, with overgrown fangs peeking out smirks. "What kind of loser purchases such things?"
"I've heard the Avatar of Envy likes such stuff too."
"What—no way!" The latter exclaims, disbelief clouding their eyes. "You're telling me this is the demon we have as an Admiral? Fuckin' loser."
Leviathan's chest heaves with each breath.
All doubts in his mind come to a halt, the only thing remaining is the incredulity at their words. Oh? Him? They're doubting him?!
There's no better Sucre Frenzy fan than him. Or an Admiral.
How dare they how dare they how dare they
How dare they think of him as lesser?! Such low demons have no rights. How dare they be so secure and confident in their words?! He'll show them what he is, then. Let his nature decided on their fate.
"Do you truly believe that?"
Leviathan's voice is flat, head angled towards the snickering pair. At the sight of his eyes amidst the light from the freezer at the end of the aisle, they freeze.
"L-Lord Leviathan! We didn't know you'd be here!" One sqawks, while their partner straighten their posture, eyes widening at his presence. Too stunned to speak.
"Oh, go on, you know," He says, putting the jar in the cart. "About what you thought of me being a loser." Levi's unimpressed.
They fall at his feet, begging to be forgiven. His eyebrows furrow.
"That's not very brave of you. Where did all that audacity go?" He bites every word as he speaks, rage brewing in his heart. "Or did you speak it because you both are cowards?"
His fangs start to peek through, eyes metamorphing into slits, like the predator he is. "Know your place."
They both babble something, incoherent apologies and whines. But he doesn't want to hear it. They think he's not fit to lead? Well, he'll make an example out of them.
One starts to scream from the aisle, their partner's own horrified shrieks delving into garbled cries for help. No one interferes. No one protests. A shopper in the adjacent aisle quietly vacates the space. That section of the store is made unavilable for the rest of the shoppers.
Leviathan's home an hour late, humming the tune of the concert he had attended last week.
You greet him at the door.
"You're in a.....strangely good mood." You comment, watch Levi fumble for a moment before he removes his shoes.
"Uh, yeah! There's this game I want to play tonight, and it has garnered a lot of positive feedback already."
You smile. "Don't lie, Levi. I saw the video."
His shoulders sag. Of course you did. It was all over social media now. Their accounts had garnered followers quickly, but for all the wrong reasons. Envy's mark carved into their skin.
"Erm—I was hoping you'd rather not—I don't want you to think of me as some hotheaded demon," He mutters, fiddling with the buttons on his top. You giggle.
Levi's head snaps upwards.
"Of course not, silly." You say, pinching his cheek. "They must have done something stupid anways to get that treatment, I'm glad you stood your ground."
His cheeks feel hot at that, and Leviathan smiles. Did they get a defective human? They're usually not so used to bloodshed occuring as regularly as in the Devildom.
"Mhm. And I got Sucre Frenzy chips! They're on sale today!""
Both the demons social media accounts have their mutilated bodies, half-alive, posted on their profile. A warning not to test the third-born.
SATAN
It is a waste of time being here, clearly.
The host has not stopped droning on and on about the art piece, and while it certainly is an eye-catching piece, it lacks the originality that the blonde being desires. Another manufactured item catered for popular tastes.
"I’ll be looking around," Satan tells him as he inspect the artwork, and out of the corner of his eye the demon’s face falls.
The host does not take it well.
A snarky comment, a two-faced one, and the blonde demon’s polite smile hardens. They have every right to be annoyed, but at the same time another part jumps in. You have every right to refuse, you are the fourth-born!
"Oh? Is that so?" He grins, voice still calm. "Just because I refused, you lost your temper?"
A laugh.
Wrath swims in his chest, burns burns burns and demands that he slam the host’s face on the nearest surface. You dare think of me like that?!
"We are only demons, Avatar of Wrath," they croon, their shadow shifting in the sparse light. "To expect consideration would be too far-fetched."
"I do not want your consideration," Satan declares, putting his D.D.D. in his pocket. Lets metamorphosis sprout the features that define his presence. Revels in the knowledge that the being in front of him grits their teeth. "Knowing your place is an essential part of being a demon, is it not?"
The whip of a tail; the host groans as they are made to kneel. Blood leaks through the fabric of their trousers from where it was pierced.
"A pathetic excuse for an infernal creature," He chuckles, chest heaving with each contained breath. The air feels heavy, weighing on them with its silence. The fourth-born's laughter echoes. The beings in the rooms nearby simply close their doors.
"I shall have to teach you to know your place, then."
We are but demons.
Do not expect us to act otherwise.
It is late by the time he leaves the establishment, blood soiling the cuffs of his clothes. The moon is about to reach its darkest, signalling midnight.
A twig snaps, green eyes dart around.
"MC?"
You stand there, staring at the crimson staining his clothes. Satan turns away from your gaze. "I don't want you to see me like this.."
He expects you to run away from him.
The Avatar of Wrath, anger in every fibre of his being. You've never been exposed to the bloody aspects of cohabiting with demons, you won't be used to it.
"That was.....wow."
He makes a noise of confusion.
"What."
The word comes out blunt, Satan's head whipping around to stare at you. "Are you not afraid?"
You shrug your shoulders. "Nah." Take in the sight of him in his glory: blood staining the outfit, eyes a storm of green and hair tousled. Claws still out, teeth still bared, and eerily calm.
"You're quite odd," He says, but there's no malice behind it. Laughs and lets you hold his hand. Walk him outside.
"So...what did they do to warrant that?"
ASMODEUS
The scent of perfume and lotion hangs in the air, intoxicating and alluring.
Asmodeus hums as he walks, the tune of Hell's Burger Commercial. It got stuck in his head since it was played on repeat, and he decided that humming it out would make it fade from his memory faster.
His manicured nails shine, lavender and white in intricate designs. He got them done last night with you, and hasn't stopped admiring them since. You chose the design for him, and my my, his little lamb sure has good taste!
Unfortunately, someone bumps into him, and he grunts, regains his balance and then realises that his torso feels wet, their drink staining his top.
Asmodeus lets out a sigh. Its turmeric. Will be a pain to clean.
"Watch where you're going!" They admonish, dusting their clothes. "Or are you too busy staring at yourself?!"
"That's no way to talk to someone!" He retorts, unwilling to believe the rudeness this demon is displaying. "My top is dirty! And its turmeric, a pain to clean!"
"Then you should have been alert, not gawking at your nails," They bite back, and Asmodeus freezes. "No use of such a pretty face when your eyes don't work."
Its muttered under their breath, of course, but he catches it all the same.
He doesn't let the demon walk away, steps in front of them and leans against the wall. They scowl in annoyance. "What, are you going to follow me now?"
He giggles. "I would have forgiven you if you had apologised, buttttt," The fifth-born drawls on, smiles at the way their eyes narrow. "It seems you're a little dumb in the head, but that's okay!"
Grabs their chin and forces them to look him in the eye—and their pupils dilate.
Never stare into the Avatar of Lust's eyes for too long.
In the dim light of the Devildom, his eyes glow. Smile too wide, and it sends unease shooting through the demon's stomach. But their head is empty, can't bring themselves to pull away and leave, can't can't can't
"Your skin is so soft! What moisturizer do you use?" He croons, a manicured nail touching the skin under their fluttering eyes. The answer he gets—a garbled reply—is of no use to him.
Maybe he should skin them and wear it instead. Or better, make a lampshade out of it! It would go so well along with the colors in his room....
His smile is gone now. Replaced by sharp canines.
They apologise, but he tuts. "Tch, maybe I should tear your heart out and see for myself. Then I know you're truly sorry."
You catch him coming out of a dim alleyway behind Majolish. He's sucking on his finger, stops as soon as he catches a glimpse of you. Puts that hand to work to hold his shopping bags. "Oh, MC, I wasn't expecting you here!"
You come closer, notice nothing is amiss about him. Expect, for a stain in his outfit. "Is that.....turmeric?"
He sighs. "A very rude demon decided to bump into me." Adjusts his hair, holds his bags tighter. "But it's okay, they apologised! Even got me a new top as an apology!"
You notice the blood on his nails, lavender and white streaked with red.
"Did you do something to them?"
He freezes. Smiles softly and croons. "I was hoping you won't notice." Shakes his head and walks with you. "But they were so awful, and I had to make them learn some manners. No place for imperitnent demons."
"How did you manage to not get blood on your clothes?" You ask, and watch his brain halt for a moment.
"That's your question?"
"Yeah."
He giggles at you, this time not hiding his blood-stained fingers. "You're so adorable, MC, has anyone told you that?"
"You. Plenty of times."
BEELZEBUB
The Fangol match starts in fifteen minutes, and his equipment is missing.
Beelzebub stares at his open locker in disbelief, wonders if he had misplaced it somehow. Maybe left it somewhere in the cafe, or the bathroom. But no instance comes to mind. It is intentional. Curses under his breath at the inconvenience caused.
He shrugs, goes out to inform the coach.
The demon finds his equipment later, torn to shreds, under the bleachers when he sat there to unwind. Utterly unsalvagable. Sniffs the air and wrinkes his nose at the scent that is perceived. Knows who it is, gets up with his jaw clenched.
Goes to the locker room and makes a beeline for the mop of green, ignores the others confused glances at him. Stands behind the offender and watches as the demon in questions turns around to look at him.
"Woah, hi there Beelzebub!" They smile, closing the locker to face him fully. "Nice work today—"
"You sabotaged my equipment."
Puts in bluntly, observes them freeze for a moment before putting on their usual expression. "There must be a misunderstanding! I did not do that!" Watches them sqawk and make excuses, the stutter in their words evident at his serious gaze. "You must have misplaced it somewhere dude! No one would dare—"
"It has your scent."
They fumble, brain freezing in an attempt to make further excuses.
"Not me at all, Beelzebub." They declare, shaking their head. They had their chance. And they blew it.
He sighs. Thinks over it for a hot minute.
Then his arm swings at them, resulting in a crack echoing throughout the room as their skull collides with the locker. They have a thick skull too, clearly, since they dare to mess with one of the Seven Avatars. The others stand frozen.
Nature at its play.
"Do not take me for a fool," Beel grunts, goes in for another hit. "You knew the consequences," Another swing, and this time their nose bleeds. Clearly broken. "And yet you went forward with your stupid plan."
When they babble out apologies and excuses, he decides he does not want to hear it. Besides, their whimpers and cries irritate his ears. The smell of their blood might aggravate his hunger, but he does not want to consume a fool's flesh.
Finally relents, and their form crumples on the ground, bruised and bloodied, red smeared on their locker.
No one says a word, and Beelzebub does not bother damaging their equipment in retaliation. The injuries he gave them will keep them out of the game for a considerable period. They would prefer to drop out of Fangol before facing him again.
A permanent scowl on his face—default expression—and bloodied knuckles.
He knows his size is intimidating, knows that lesser demons cower around him. But also knows that his nonchalance can be taken for passivity.
His stomach growls.
Beel decides its better to run, the grass on his feet damp with dew and the air whooshing in his ears. Heart thudding in his chest, nearly enough to drown out the way his stomach threatenes to eat itself. So hungry—fuck—he needs to get home or find his stash of snacks before he goes on another rampage. It would be easy too, eat some demons alive to deliver the message, crunch their bones in his teeth and let the taste dance on his tongue.
So hungry, it occupies his mind and body.
Halts when he sees you standing.
A bag in hand, plastic crinking in it. Snacks. He finds himself reaching out for them, and you offer it to him. Tears open a cookie and devours. Breathes a bit easier as his stomach finally quells for the time being.
"Thank you," He grunts, voice muffled between bites. You smile at him with your arms folded.
"I heard your equipment was damaged from the coach," You say, wiping crumbs from his mouth. "Another demon tore it up."
He nods. "It's been taken care of." Then remembers that there is still blood on his knuckles, and demons have never been the one to hide their nature. The coach would have not spared you of the gory details.
It's biology, you see, and why should we hide who we are, little lamb? You reside amongst demons.
You don't seem to be mad, or afraid, he thinks, biting into a protein bar next. You're smiling at him, and its like the warmth of a thousand suns directed at him.
"You did the right thing," You blurt, fixing your hair. "Let's go to get you new equipment later." Watch as he shakes his head and smiles.
"You're an odd human."
Beelzebub walks with you after. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
BELPHEGHOR
It's a human world history quiz and his desk neighbour is intent on cheating.
Belpheghor's eyes droop, every limb weary with sleep as he fills in the boxes for the answers, nearly makes a two into a six for a fill-in-the-blanks question. Easy. Too easy.
The demon behind him shifts to see an answer that he had just filled.
His eyebrows furrow in annoyance, and he shoots the demon a warning look. They shrink into themselves for a moment, caught and flustered.
But they don't stop peeking.
He looks at Beel, who's stuck at question number six, catches his eye and mouths the correct option. His twin smiles briefly before writing it out. Belpheghor submits the test, goes to sit back at his desk and falls asleep.
Then wakes up, in his dominion, of course. The demon who was the offender is also there, confused. Blabbers and rants on about why they're being held here when they lock eyes with him.
Belpheghor's smile is sharp.
"You're really fucking dumb, aren't you?" He bites off each word, the usual lethargy that encompasses him now gone. The culprit feels their eyes grow heavy, each limb feeling as if attached to heavy rocks. "Can't believe you had the audacity."
The Avatar of Sloth is not to be messed with, don't you know? Even sorcerers from the human world desire to avoid him. Such a clever tongue too, and being the youngest means he's spoiled, used to getting his way. Blunt in a way that would cut if being kind means hiding true feelings. And haven't you heard, he got into a fight with Lord Diavolo?! At least, that is what everyone else says.
The demon tries to speak, but their tongue is heavy in their mouth, and the words freeze halfway through their throat.
"Luckily for you, I've got somewhere to be." Belphie declares, smiling too innocently for someone who's about to act otherwise. "We'll make it quick."
The bell rings, a sharp piercing sound that signals that time is up, and to submit the test papers. Demons shuffle about, chatter starting. Belpheghor and the demon behind him remain asleep, with everyone else none the wiser.
A few curious glances are thrown their ways, but no one interferes.
It's late by the time Belpeghor wakes up, his D.D.D. filled with unseen texts and missed calls. Shrugs his shoulders and flexes his neck, stiffness setting in from the awkward posture.
Looks behind at the demon with bruises on his neck and body, and grins.
His name being spoken makes him freeze.
He turns around, towards the source of the voice that could break him out of his slumber. It's you, D.D.D. in hand. Belphie's eyes widen as he realises the position he is in.
"It's getting late....why are you still at RAD?" He asks, picking up his bag without a care. His tone is careful, neutral, calm.
"You didn't come home on time," You begin, eyes trailing behind him to the demon who looks as if they are sleeping, but the mottled bruises say otherwise. "I told Lucifer I would pick you up."
He laughs. "That's kind of you."
"You never fall asleep for this long in class." You point out. "No one could wake you up. Satan considered having you carried home but Beel refused, which is kind of weird y'know. So.....care to tell me what's going on?"
"They copied from my sheet without asking."
You scoff at that. "And you put them in a dream where they get beaten up?"
He scratches his head. "Kind of, yeah. They'll wake up in an hour or two."
The demon observes your reaction as your eyes rake over them, the bruises marring their neck and the way their breath comes out laboured. That their sleep is a nightmare. He thinks you'll flinch. Run away maybe.
You have been on the receiving end of his malice.
Belpheghor does not like to think about that. Feels his heart sink when the memory comes to mind like needles in his skin. a cold sweat at the back of his neck.
But you stay.
"Honestly, valid." You quip, texting a message to the HoL. "Didn't know you could manipulate dreams."
He gapes at you, then shakes his head.
"What a weird human." Flicks your head and smiles.
Hi! I absolutely love your work! It's incredibly peak! If you don't mind the request, could you write the demons reaction to an MC that's comedically scared of frogs or some other small creature. The comedy comes from MC being able to deal with the guys' demon forms, Cerberus, other dangerous Devildom animals/monsters, you could even throw a spider the size of the HoL and they wouldn't be scared in the slightest. But suddenly there's a harmless frog in front of them and they scream as if they're in a horror movie.
Thanks for hearing me out!
Stars that sounds adorable. Mc jumping into a demon's arms over a frog sounds so cute. I have never taken drugs but writing this feels like I'm on something.
Mc and the brothers get stalked by a strange frog (technically a toad since the Devildom is a wooded area without a lot of water) and hijinks ensue.
Mc, someone so powerful they almost destroyed the three realms on accident, was now trembling in Lucifer's arms after they heard a frog croak. Needless to say, Lucifer was baffled, Mc has stared death in the face and this is what scares them? Despite the hilarity, Mc's trembling was very concerning, he isn't sure Humans are supposed to shake like an alarm going off.
"Mc, are you scared of frogs?"
Mc nodded, not trusting their voice. They shoved their face into Lucifer's chest and let out a whine. The nearby frog wasn't moving, it simply sat and stared at Mc. Lucifer sighs, expecting this to be a headache. He starts moving away with Mc, only for the frog to follow them. Lucifer tried to sprint but unfortunately the frog still followed. It was beginning to get a bit disturbing so he checked himself for a curse but no, it was just a creepy frog.
"Luci? Is it gone?"
Mc whined, they weren't sure why Lucifer sprinted since their face was still buried within his chest in fear. Lucifer held Mc's head into his chest starting to walk again.
"Yes, dear, it's gone."
It was a very blatant lie, Mc knew it was a lie with the way Lucifer wouldn't let them look up, but they appreciated Lucifer trying to make them feel like they were safe. Lucifer kept walking home, he knew he couldn't just kill off the frog because then Mc might feel bad for it and their tears are much worse than this.
Eventually Lucifer made it to the house, placing so many anti-frog wards on the door like they were nuclear bombs or solicitors. He carried Mc up to his office with the intention to keep them near until they calmed down. He set Mc gently onto the couch and wrapped them in a blanket, placing a record on with magic so they could enjoy the music while he worked
The melody brought Mc to sleep after their exhausting frog encounter, yet Lucifer felt himself being watched. Lucifer turned, only to be met with the eyes of that damn frog.
The entire situation took a second for Mammon to process, partly because Mc jumped too high and now their legs are on his shoulders, thighs very close to his face. Unfortunately now wasn't the time for Mammon to be horny, his human was shaking like a leaf over- he looked down to see a frog. His human was scared of a frog.
"Uhhh, human? Why'dya get so scared? It's just a frog."
"What if it's diseased? Or cursed!"
"But I thought you liked the sanrio frog stuff?"
"You can't tell me Kerroppi looks like that thing."
Mammon sighs and tries to set Mc on the ground only for them to squeal and cry because they couldn't stand being near the frog. Mammon didn't think it was that serious but evidently it was to Mc. He makes sure their feet are on the ground at least before holding them against him.
"Mc, look at me. I said I'd protect ya, ya understand that I won't let even a frog hurt you, understand?"
Mc nods, but as Mammon gave his assurances, he had one of his crows dive bomb the frog to carry it away without Mc looking. He smiles as Mc turns to find the frog gone.
"See Mc, I told ya I'd protect ya."
The frog came back later of course, the crow dropped it off near the house and it just so happened to end up in Mammon's laundry, watching him for the rest of the night.
Leviathan thought all was going well when he invited Mc over to play games. Well, it was going well, until he started up Amazing frog and Mc screamed like a goat and barrelled into Leviathan. The poor envy demon doesn't even have time to think with a shaking Mc in his lap.
Leviathan felt like he was dying of the closeness. What would [insert romance protag here] do? Is he supposed to hug them? Scream perhaps? He would like to scream, he's a "yucky" otaku, in his opinion at least. He speaks up, trying to find the root of this issue so this cutscene can end, not that he really wants Mc to stop holding him.
"w-what's wrong?!"
"Frogs" they whined.
Leviathan didn't quite understand. His amazing player 2/henry/love of his life couldn't be scared of frogs, right? Right? Wrong, Mc whined when they looked back up to see the frogs on screen before burying their face back into Leviathan.
Levi doesn't know what to do so he turns off the game and puts on chainsaw man and screams internally as he lets Mc calm down in his lap. He's panicking on the inside with how close Mc is, so much so that he doesn't see a certain creepy frog in his tank. Eventually Mc calms down and they spend the rest of the night watching Mc's favourite anime.
Asmo saw the Frog before Mc and screamed before jumping into their arms. Luckily Mc didn't drop Asmo thanks to strength training with Beel, but then they see the frog too and start sprinting, both screaming in terror. They eventually made it to the safety of Asmo's room and locked the frog out. Asmo speaks up first, somehow still able to breathe after all that screaming.
"That was so gross! How did it even get in the hou- Mc? Can you breathe?"
Mc was shaking like a leaf and hyperventilating a little. Asmo slipped out of their arms and gave them a gentle hug.
"Are you scared of frogs hon?"
"YeAh."
Asmo hums and gently throws Mc onto his bed, beginning to gather supplies. But first, he texts Lucifer to get the offending reptile out of the house while he pampers Mc. He finds such a fear perfectly understandable since they might carry diseases, just not warts, he knows that's a myth, but witches also send cursed frogs sometimes.
Before Mc can object they already have a facemask on with cucumbers over their eyes. The frog is left forgotten in the shock and amazement of how fast Asmodeus works. They were in for a long sleepover, yet the frog stood outside the house, watching, waiting, listening.
Beel didn't know humans could jump high enough to land on his shoulders, but he certainly found out when he and Mc were met with a frog on the way to class. His mouth was dull so he waited before speaking, a manner ingrained to him by Lucifer. Once he swallowed he spoke up.
"Mc, do you not like frogs?
"No."
"But you just jumped like one."
"Because they're scary."
"Oh, ok."
Beel picks it up and throws it out the window so it couldn't scare Mc anymore, it disappears into the horizon.
"All gone."
"I-" Mc takes a deep breath, finally free "thank you Beel."
Mc flops out of Beel's arms and takes him to the vending machine to get him a reward. They're also making dinner for tonight so they intend to make one of Beel's favourites, American style burgers just like they have in Texas.
However, the frog landed closer, and ended up in front of the House of Lamentation, simply biding its time.
Belphegor laughs at Mc for being so scared of a frog when they have faced Lucifer so many times and even being killed off. Of course, he throws the frog outside once he's done laughing, how it got in is another brother's problem.
"Humans are so weird."
"And your mean! That thing was terrifying!"
"it was a frog, and now it is naptime."
Belphgor grabs Mc and they both fall to the floor. It's a floor nap, insufferable bastard not even getting them an extra pillow, forcing Mc to share. Belphegor has surprising grip strength for a sleepy little man so Mc never had a choice. At least Mc passes out quickly, however Belphegor finds himself awake with an unsettling feeling, as the frog watches them both. through the window.
Bonus: Barbatos
Mc and Barbatos were on the kitchen counter in the Demon King's palace. Both had found themselves cornered by a suspicious frog and an insufferable rat. Solomon entered to find them both crying and holding each other as the creatures stared at them. Solomon was no use and just took a picture, it was another hour before Simeon saved them.
What do I think the Obey Me characters smell like?
A lot of people think this trend is weird, but I've done it for most of my fandoms so why not?
💙Lucifer💙
Lucifer naturally smells strongly of coffee, but with undertones of ink and birch wood. The latter are the scents of his entire office, the part he takes with him since he seldomly leaves the room anyway.
💛Mammon💛
Mammon wears quite a few luxury colognes, usually sented after drift wood and citrus, however it can't fully cover the scent of his nightlife. It's only undertones, but if you try hard enough, you can smell c(A)nnabis and whiskey on him.
🧡Leviathan🧡
Contrary to popular belief, this otaku isn't unshowered and musty. (He lives in a bathtub for Diavolo's sake!) Quite the opposite actually, he overcompensates. Levi smells like pure rubbing alcohol...
💚Satan💚
Satan smells of smoke and old paper, a byproduct of constantly reading by the fireplace.
🩷Asmodeus🩷
His scent changes every day due to the wealth of beauty and bath products he cycles through. Most often, these scents are flowery with undertones of fresh fruit. If I had to single out just one it would be the scent of white lilies with undertones of litchi.
❤️Beelzebebub❤️
Beel smells of pure sugar! Brown sugar to be specific. Like the smell of freshly baked cookies!
💜Belphegor💜
Belphie smells like fresh laundry, the kind washed with extra lavender scented fabric softener.
🤎Diavolo🤎
Dia smells like the perfect balance of bonfire smoke and tart red wine. His skin tastes much the same.
🩵Barbados🩵
Unsurprisingly, Barbie smells like tea. Butterfly pea tea, to be specific.
🩶Solomon🩶
Solomon smells of nothing, but in a really creepy way. Of you try to cover him in any oil or perfume, the scent will fade before it even touches his skin. Asmo is extremely confused and concerned.
🤍Simeon🤍
Simeon smells very softly of red apples. Read into that how you will.
🩵Luke🩵
Luke smells like cake and frosting. Vanilla cake and butter cream to be specific.
Bonus: for the sake of fun, I'm gonna write my MC aswell
💝Zaehana💝
Zae smells of orchids and passionfruit, with undertones of vanilla.
Does anyone else love the idea of Lucifer being with an MC who loves him to death, but is also extremely stubborn about helping him?
Lucifer is swamped with paperwork: bam! MC is there to help!
One of his brothers has a problem: bam! MC is there to fix it!
Something needs to be taken to Diavolo: bam! MC will take it there for him!
He'd be relieved at having his workload lessened, however MC, no matter how hard working, is still just a human. They shouldn't be confining themselves to a demon's schedule.
"MC, you look tired. Have you been sleeping consistently?"
"I haven't, but it's fine. I'd rather spend my time helping you."
"MC, you appeal frail. Have you been eating well?"
"I haven't, but I don't mind. Lightening your workload is enough for me."
I think him seeing MC passed out against their desk would shatter his heart irregardless of how dedicated they are to helping him.
Obey Me is such a weird hyperfixation for me. I've been in tons fandoms that allow me to make OCs with tons and tons of lore, but only my Obey Me MC has left me with documents upon documents of needless lore. It's great.
If anyone sees me obsessing over my MC, don't stop me. I'm happy here.
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