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[reader0wl]

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Hello!

This my little blog, ya'll can call me "Lamb" , "Lamby" or just my user Reader0wl.

˖᯽ ݁˖ I'll mostly be posting rants, and reblogging A LOT. But I'll also post some art and silly sketches.

˖᯽ ݁˖ MAINLY an Obey Me blog, but I have 10,000,000 other interests so who knows what I'll post.

˖᯽ ݁˖ My asks are always open to all rants and rambles!! I love hearing people's theories and headcanons.

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This is a Queer friendly blog.

With that being said, DNI If you're:

Homophobic, Transphobic, racist, or a weirdo hateful person in general!

I will not tolerate any disgusting behavior.

Note:

All original posts will be under the #Reader0wl tag!

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[aydien677]

Hello!!! First of all, i really, really enjoy reading your work!! your awesome at writing and always manage to brighten up my day with your fics. Seriously, your amazing💕👏

Anyways, could you write a little something about platonic/familial relationships with the brothers? It can definitely be a story or whatever you want to write!! I’ll be happy with anything! I’m really craving some fluff and love 🥺

In my imagination, i see the brothers thinking about MC in a more familial way, especially due to the gap in age, wisdom, ect. Thank you so much, keep up the great work!!

-🦄

Hello unicorn anon, if you are the same unicorn anon already hiding in my ask bin then I am sorry your thing got buried. I'll get to it in three to five business weeks, maybe. I too see the problem with the experience gap between Mc and the cast and it looked like the devs tried to even it out by making us overpowered but IDK man, I just live in this fandom. Anyway, back to the thing and I included some of the side characters.

Tw: mentons solomon's cooking

Lucifer treats Mc like his brothers, except instead of being rough they are babied and spoiled.

When making a pact with Lucifer, the visit to his room involved cuddles and Mc beating his ass at chess (he says he let them win, he is lying)

Mammon often takes Mc flying much to Lucifer's dismay since Mammon might drop them.

Mammon has a bunch of Mc's favourite movies on CDs in his room so they can hide in there watching movies with the lights down when they are overwhelmed.

Leviathan taught Mc how to run doom and ao3 on any screen. Beel has many questions about what they did to the microwave.

Considering that Asmo flirts with his brothers in canon, literally nothing changes except him using words more than touch.

Satan lets Mc touch his extremely rare books. It's like when the cat that hates everyone sits in your lap because not even Belphe is allowed to touch those.

Belphegor realised he was no longer the baby now that Mc is around. He can no longer pout his way out of things, but hopefully Mc likes him enough to do the pouting for him.

Beel always shows up to Mc's room with snacks to share. Sometimes he eats them before he gets there but he's trying his beat.

Mammon and Beel have taught Mc how to beat demons up and Satan taught them a spell to make them temporarily invincible so they can join in on the roughhousing or get out of it on their own.

Asmo sometimes teaches Mc how to make their own clothes since there is a lot more to it than just sewing.

Demons sleep in groups for protection so everyone goes in Lucifer's giant bed. Once pacts were made someone always kidnapped Mc from their bed and added them to the pile because they "might get lonely" or "be attacked in the middle of the night".

Leviathan would leave the house for Mc. He's done so a few times when everyone else was busy and Mc was scared of getting snatched.

If Mc starts crying then Mammon will cry too.

Beel volunteered to take Mc's portion of cooking gifted by Solomon.

Solomon does not usually offer his cooking to Mc if they are having a bad day, he is slightly aware of how bad it is.

Barbatos started randomly showing up at the House of Lamentation because everyone is scared of him so they all shut up long enough for Mc to feel calm for a bit.

Lucifer has raised his slipper against Mc once, forgetting they were just a human, and babied them for the rest of the week out of guilt.

Diavolo takes Mc places they've always wanted to go like fancy restaurants or amusement parks they never got to go to. The brothers are forced to participate as well, usually just Lucifer. Two gay demons and their human.

Luke does not understand human ages and tried to get Simeon to adopt Mc. He was so confused that above 20 was usually adult-ish for humans.

Beelzebub helps Mc try new foods since Devildom cuisine is scary and often very bad for humans.

No one judges Mc for not taking to Devildom food and will let Mc put disliked items on their plate. Their only complaint is that they get away with putting their veggies on Lucifer's plate (Lucifer makes Mc eat human veggies later).

[donutdrawsthings]

I was thinking of a pride art challenge people could do with their OCs, because I thought it'd be cute! A queer/trans artist with their creations.

but then I realised that same challenge would be infinitely more funny with folks who have atypical or horror OCs

[theartofmadeline]

happy pride to the gay people in my computer <3

[sapphling]

the more time you spend in active recovery from any given self destructive behavior or addiction the more you understand the common conception of the "relapse" as defined by a broken "streak" to be, like, so bad for one's own well-being that it would be funny if it weren't resulting in just a lot of misery and death

[the-peoples-puppy]

I told my girlfriend to think of quitting vaping as training her endurance by seeing how long she can run before she gets tired, then doing it again and hoping to go further next time. She said it really helped her.

[scarletsaphire]

This is the stages of change model, with each circle being a part of the process of growth. You'll notice how relapse is not a failing of the model, or a set back, but an active step in continuing to grow and change. Everytime you relapse, you learn something; maybe a certain time of year is difficult for you. Maybe certain people push you back into the habit. Maybe your other coping skills/replacement habits didn't work how you wanted and you need to strengthen them, or develop new ones. Maybe it's not quite as clear cut and you need to spend the time figuring out what exactly went wrong so you can catch it next time. It doesn't matter the exact lesson, but it's part of the process.

[sapphireh3arts]

i know folks are gonna call me a pedo for this one, but i grew up seeing my mom and grandma naked. they had health issues and at times needed care and help showering. and i truly think more kids need to be shown the nonsexual reality of naked women at a young age. there is nothing sexual about my grandmothers breasts, they were simply body parts. more women die of heart attacks because people are too afraid of breasts to do real chest compressions, because they are scared to touch their breasts. the sexualization of our bodies literally kills us. i need people to be more normal about naked bodies and i'm 100% serious.

[scarsofmybliss]

I grew up around naked old people who weren't even my family! Gasp! And it was a good thing. I grew up around old-school hippies at a place called Lothlorien (in Indiana) and one of my friends dads held a sauna day every Sunday in the middle of the woods (like you cannot drive to their house, you park about a quarter mile away and walk into the woods kind of woods). All day random old people came to get naked, high (pot), and sweaty. Just random old peen and boobs swaying with the leaves. No big deal. These are things that I believe made me more at home in my body, made me more excited about aging, made me more willing to fight for my security and safety.

[dee-the-red-witch]

Bodies are just bodies. Nothing sacred and nothing inherently shameful or sinful either. The fact that we still can't get that through everyone in however many years it's been is just fucking idiotic.

[nelyafinwe-fucker]

Friendly reminder that Purity Culture harms everyone and the overt sexualisation of people's bodies happens because they are viewed as objects and property and not as human beings!

[inhuman-obey-me]

Hey, congrats on 4k followers,

Can you do “I feel a sickness for a home I’ve never been” with Lucifer finding MC (platonic or no) going through a depressive episode after coming back late from one of diavolos given (demonic tasks) maybe splattered in a bit of blood, gn mc pls.

If it’s something ur uncomfortable with, take out the depressive episode part.

Ty

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Thank you for the congrats!!

We did receive your follow-up request you asked for instead, but...I was already partially into writing this one haha, sorry! However, here's a somewhat similar Mammon drabble from a previous round, which I hope you'll enjoy it instead!

Also, as a general reminder for everyone - the rules of the prompt game are only prompt, character, and MC/no-MC. This particular scenario request happened to line up pretty well with the idea I had anyway, but we've had a few others come in too, and well, we just like to have our creative freedom with the prompts that come in (⌒_⌒;) So please keep in mind that if you send in a very specific scenario, your request may be ignored.

“I feel a sickness for a home I’ve never been.” - Lucifer/MC

content warning: blood, MC depression, imagined MC death

Maybe a walk through the gardens, alone so late at night, isn't the best idea you've ever had.

You shiver, the thin fabric of your pajamas offering you little protection from the chill of the Devildom's unending night. You probably should have changed before coming out here, or at least brought a jacket, but you hadn't thought about that. Really, you hadn't thought much at all when you'd fled your room, except that you needed to get out, now, right now, or you were going to suffocate under the weight of your own thoughts.

Of course, now you're alone with your thoughts and cold.

At least it feels a little easier to breathe out here in the fresh air. The cool is soothing against your aching, tear-shot eyes. You feel the restlessness coiled in your muscles dissipating a little with each soft rustle of soil beneath your feet.

One step after another, you wind your way through the rose-dotted hedges, as if hoping that getting lost in the labyrinthine greenery will make you feel less lost in your head. The full moon glows brightly above you, lighting your way. It's larger here than in the human world, or maybe just closer. If you shut your eyes, you can picture it getting even closer still -- bigger, heavier, sinking, falling, pressing down, down, down, until the luminous weight of it could just crush you where you stand, and --

"MC? What are you doing out here so late?"

Your eyes fly open, startled, and you find yourself greeted by an equally startled-looking Lucifer, just now arriving home. Lines of dark ichor drip around his face, and when he quickly moves to wipe them from your view, it's to little success as you realize his gloves, along with all the rest of his uniform, are just as bloodied.

You want to comment on that fact, but he beats you to it, face full of worry as he rushes up to you. "Wait, you've been crying. What's wrong?"

Your lip trembles with trepidation. As much as you love him, you don't usually confess all your concerns so easily. But neither can you keep it in anymore; you've been drowning in these feelings all night, and they're about to spill out whether you want them to or not.

"I don't want to go back."

He puts an arm around you, puzzled but concerned, and you latch onto him like a lifeline. As the tears start to well up again, you bury your face against his viscera-soaked coat, and awkwardly, he wraps you into a comforting embrace, trying his best not to get the splatter onto you. After a moment, though, he quickly gives up on those efforts, deciding to just hug you tighter, blood on his chest be damned. It doesn't matter if you get the stains on you too -- right now, you just need this. You need him.

"I know the exchange program is only for a year, and then I'm supposed to go home -- right? It's coming up really, really soon. And I should be happy about that, because the human world was my home, and my whole life got left behind when I got pulled down here, and -- I think most people would miss it. Most people would want to go back, wouldn't they? But -- I don't. I don't want to go back! I was never happy in the human world!"

You cling to him harder as you talk, afraid to let go, as if the moment you do, everything around you will disappear. But the ever-assured Avatar of Pride's embrace is solid and warm around you, and he doesn't make any move to pull away. So, through haggard breath, you continue.

"I was never happy there like I've been happy here. I never fit in there. But this is the Devildom, and I'm a human, not a demon, and -- it's not like I can stay, right? In the end, I'm just a guest here, and guests are supposed to go home. But the closer it gets, the more it feels like there's nowhere for me to go. If I have to leave, I don't have a place that feels like home! I don't belong anywhere else!"

As you keep spilling the thoughts that have been plaguing you all night, he stays there, holding you patiently, listening quietly and letting your sobs hiccup against him. Gradually, little by little, your fingers stop gripping the fabric of his uniform quite so tightly. You let yourself relax into him a little more. You're not ready to let go just yet, but he doesn't ask you to. And finally, when it seems like you've calmed down, your breaths soft and steadied into his shoulder, he starts to speak.

"You know, we're here now, but back when we were angels, I used to call the Celestial Realm my home. It was the only one I'd ever known. And it is beautiful there -- how light falls on everything to give it warmth. I almost think I miss it, sometimes."

Lucifer's words are slow and careful, as if piecing together a confession that he's never let himself put into words before. He pauses, letting the admission linger in the air for a moment, then sighs.

"I don't miss it, though, not really. I wasn't happy there. There were problems, doubts that I ignored for a long time, until I couldn't ignore them anymore. What I feel is a sickness for a home I've never been. The Celestial Realm isn't actually that place that I miss. After we were cast out, what mattered was that my brothers and I belonged together. We made a new home here, as a family."

He holds you tight, pressing a gentle, reassuring kiss to the top of your head.

"And if you think you're just a guest to us, you're sorely mistaken. You're part of our family now too. I'll talk to Diavolo tomorrow. We'll figure it out. Because if that's how you feel, then this is your home too -- with us."

[reader0wl]

I need to stop reblogging so much in this blog, it’s getting out of hand 😭.

I can’t even find a post I made like less than a week ago. <//3

[kaytheberry]

MC was the bravest person they knew— headstrong and calm under pressure. Someone who faced down Lucifer's wrath without a flinch. Someone who had the heart to forgive Belphegor despite everything that happened. A puny mortal who was plucked from their home without warning, yet survived, and even thrived, among demons like them.

So, when their scream echoed through the halls of the House of Lamentation, the brothers knew not what to do.

Mammon, MC's self- proclaimed first-guy, and the fastest among his brothers, arrived to their aid in a matter of milliseconds. His mind had jumped to the worst possibilities— MC was hurt, possibly crying.

What he had not expected was MC standing on their chair, a thick spell book clutched in their hands like a weapon, eyes anxiously scanning the floor near their bookshelf. "ARE YA' OKAY?!"

"IT WENT UNDER THE SHELF!!!"

"...huh???"

And then, it crawled out, in all it's six-legged glory. It's giant brown body (undoubtedly disease ridden) dragged along the floor, presenting an ugly sight. It's antennae twitched, as though searching for it's next victim. The terrified noise that MC let out confirmed that this creature had, indeed, been the cause of their distress.

Mammon didn't blame them. He wasn't a huge fan of roaches himself. Especially this giant, unsightly species that had seemingly had taken over the Devildom recently. "GET RID OF IT PLEASE." MC pleaded from atop their vantage point. They looked close to tears.

Mammon had struck gold. This was the moment he would swoop in like a hero and kill the pest as if it were no big deal; and save MC from their distress. Would he get an 'Oh, Mammon! You're so brave!' in return? Or a hug where he goes 'there, there, MC, I dealt with it' while patting their back? Maybe— if he was truly lucky— a kiss? His brothers would all watch from a distance, green with envy, wishing they had been the one to arrive first. Oh, it gets him excited to even think about it!

Mammon stood up a little taller.

"Don't worry, MC! For the Great Mammon is here!" The Avatar of Greed puffed out his chest, and took a brave towards the pest. He took off one shoe, ready to strike it, when suddenly—

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH—"

—it started flying. The next thing MC knew was that Mammon was standing right behind them on the chair, his hands latched onto their shoulders in a vice-grip while they both screamed.

The roach remained airborne for a few seconds, zig-zagging with no regard for logic, or personal boundaries. Finally, it landed on the side of the bookshelf. A deafening silence followed.

The duo remained frozen atop the chair, staring at the roach. The roach stared back, antennae twitching. The creature puffed out its wings occasionally, as if taunting them. Mammon's grip on MC's shoulder turned painful, but neither of them dared to get down from their safe spot.

MC was about to ask Mammon whether they should take this chance to run out of the room, when—

*SMACK*

A slipper came down from above with full force. The defeated adversary fell down to the floor on its back, limbs twitching pathetically as it took its final breaths.

Their saviour was none other than Beelzebub, who was holding a giant slipper in his hand. He examined the dead corpse for a few seconds, till he was absolutely certain that the enemy had been eliminated.

MC nearly burst into tears from relief. But, unfortunately, before they could properly thank him, a series of snorts and barely-contained giggles coming from the doorway cut them off.

Yes, the brothers had all been silently watching the chaos unfold, until Beelzebub took pity on them. And judging by the delighted looks on their faces, "The Great Roach Incident" would be talked about in the House of Lamentation for the rest of eternity.

[melodiesz]

Happy Mother’s Day to THE single mother ❤️

[muttsandmustelidae]

From the Nashville Zoo’s fb page! Here’s the petition, please please please take a moment to add your name (even if you’re not from Nashville!). If you are from Tennessee, contact your representatives and make it clear that the people do not want this data center. This is an AZA accredited zoo which is home to several species of critically endangered animals, we NEED to protect it. Make your voice heard!

[muttsandmustelidae]

Because people will pay attention to cute animals, here are some of the critically endangered/endangered species housed at the Nashville Zoo!

The Amur Leopard and Clouded Leopard (which recently celebrated its 50th cub born at the zoo!)

The Sumatran Tiger

The Red Ruffed Lemur and Ring-Tailed Lemur

The Cotton-Top Tamarin and White-Cheeked Gibbon

The Colobus Monkey and De Brazza’s Monkey

And the Mexican Spider Monkey!

Look at them!!!! Look at them and fight like hell to save them!!!!

[noroi-om]

Happy Birthday to Lucifer!

(comic posted on Obey Me official X)

Be sure that you're loved older brother!

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[cnl0400]

New art in Sinners Choice Steam Page!

Lucifer in agony, just in Time for his Birthday!

Also... Those are Barbatos shoes...????

[reader0wl]

MC: I’m surprised you don’t get along with Mephisto.

Satan: Oh? Why’s that?

MC: Because he likes horses.

Satan: …?

MC: And you’re a unicorn.

Satan: ….Mc, that’s not—

MC: Mammon gets along with the crows, and I’m sure Lucifer would adore showboating with the peacocks. You’re the outlier.

Satan: …

[leighlew3]

[autisticcodex]

Happy pride month.

[luxwing]

Whenever I hear someone say "the woke mob" I have to stop myself from laughing because even today all I can think of is this fucking tweet

[luxwing]

Happy Pride to the Woke Mob