My name is Nelle, and I’m a 25 y/o writer, mostly for Obey Me. I’m genderfluid and I’m okay with he/she/they.
I haven’t publicly posted my works since my Wattpad days as a queer shitlet, so I’m still figuring Tumblr stuff out. Getting there, little by little, though! I just recovered from burnout, I don’t have a request box for one-shots but I take requests for HCs!
This account is mostly for Obey Me, though I occasionally reblog some things from Genshin Impact and whatever I may chance upon the timeline.
Satan RP Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/satansnekonook
Levi RP Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/leviachan-shrines
Michael RP Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/michaels-entries
Fic tag: #renegades writes
Masterlist
Oneshots:
Lucifer | Featherlight Touches
Lucifer is at a vulnerable time of his life, the feathers of his wings are falling and changing with the seasons. The proudest birds will get by on their own, though some help from their mates make it all the easier.
Satan | Melancholic Anomaly
Satan wades into what he would come to realize as the asexual spectrum, though the long road leading him there has been fraught with confusion and loneliness.
Mammon | The First Time
From assigned caretaker, to pact-mate, to soulmate, Mammon finds that the best kind of high comes from staying on earth and walking alongside the human exchange student.
Leviathan | Timeless Tranquility
Too much of a good time was still too much, and so Leviathan is determined to take this chance to step up for their overstimulated partner.
Solomon x Satan | Color You In
The strongest sorcerer of the realms and the personification of wrath itself— are pigments on the same palette. Though everlasting life can be monotonous and monochrome, as long as they have each other, any picture is possible.
The demon brothers have showed, on more than one occasion, how jealous they can be. But given their prestige as the Seven Rulers, you’re reminded that even you have opps.
Headcanons
Sexual Histories: Demon Brothers | TriWorlds
(MDNI) Contains snippets of the sexual escapades of the gang in their earlier days, and how their debauchery shaped itself after meeting you.
Demon Brothers React to: Their Human World Media Counterparts
Another unordinary day that’s baptized by you, the human, showing the demon brothers the things your fellow humans made of them in various shows, games, etc.
General HCs
Contains a mix of fluff, angst, and demon-on-demon violence.
The RAD Gang Goes: Traveling for Summer
The RAD Gang Goes: Traveling for Summer 2
May or may not give insight to traveling in Southeast Asia considering that’s where I’m from. Summer shenanigans and bad codenames all around.
Sheep Borrow and Burrow!
What happens when the brothers wear something cozy and large enough for their partner to burrow into?
SoloTan Headcanons
The fruit of my labor involving a homosexual travesty in the Obey Me roleplay community— that I created. Hehe.
Wooly Caricature
A human can be an open book, for better or worse but mostly for the better. It’s refreshing in a world full of deceitful demons and honeyed words of angels, but also.. It’s funny.
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 (or more) people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3
I completely forgot my blog accepted asks yoof so so sorry this took 1000 years. I see you around in the rp community a lot and you’re a darling, I hope you’re having a good one.
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 (or more) people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3
I completely forgot my blog accepted asks yoof so so sorry this took 1000 years. I see you around in the rp community a lot and you’re a darling, I hope you’re having a good one.
Not me literally going around to see who sent my post on discord server and scrolling through 200 messages to see introduction messages with "that person's" nickname and seeing their Tumblr name.
Knowing it's you lmaooo.
Consider me your today's stalker 🫣🤣
Out of the stalkers I’ve had on here I think you’re the most preferable 🥀 I didn’t expect you to be lurking in the server though! Hi there!
Hii ^_^ if you haven't done it already could I request a fic where MC is in the human world and gets attacked/kidnapped by a cult who uses them as an offering for summoning one of the demons, only to find out the hard way that their offering was that particular demon's romantic partner? Little bit of whump, little bit of justified wholesale slaughter, little bit of sweet aftercare, happy ending? Dealer's choice on which demon. I'm partial to Satan, but any one of them could fit the prompt. Pls & thx <3
If you have already written this or something too similar you can just ignore. I'm still working my way through your masterlist (and thank you so much for everything you've written. Your contribution to this fandom is wonderful and I love all of it)
--Barb's tail in the tea anon
P.S. hiii welcome back I hope your vacation was good and you got to do everything you wanted ^^
Omg I have been in such a fanfic slump but I read through my requests this morning and yours finally gave me a bit of motivation :') I really hope this means I will write more fics now (also I really need more time to write fics omg why does the day only have 24 hours???!!!) Also also thank you! Vacation was awesome:D
TWs: Violence, kidnapping, body parts flying, burning
Breathe (SATANXGN!Reader)
Calm. Calm and collected is what he needs to be. Breathe in, hold it, breathe out. Let it wash over like a river over stone; like none of this is real and you’re still in bed beside him.
Breathe in, hold it, breathe out.
Satan’s eyes snap open again, sea green orbs darting into every corner of the room he’s in, his hands flipping every piece of furniture, decor and… things in hopes you’re behind, under, atop… but no such luck. “We’ll find them.” Beelzebub had said, but instead of those words calming him, instead of the words moving through his clouded mind and keeping the panic at bay, it only enraged him further. He knows his brother means well, knows that the hand Beel just placed on his shoulder doesn’t warrant for violence and Satan actually had no good reason to break the buffoon’s wrist. Thankfully, demons heal quickly. The hurt in Beel’s eyes had his heart clenching a tiny bit more, but his first priority was still finding you. How could you have just disappeared? Taken from beside him in the middle of night? There were no traces of forced entry, everything in his room had looked the same.
At first he thought you might’ve gone to the bathroom or perhaps were with one of his brothers, which, by the way, he also didn’t like the idea of you leaving his warm bed for one of his brothers, but in retrospect he would’ve preferred it to you simply disappearing. Every room, every hidden passage has been looked through and Satan swears he has turned over every stone present in the House of Lamentation, but you’re still nowhere to be found.
“I have informed Lord Diavolo. (Y/N) isn’t at the Demon Lord’s castle ei–!”
“Why the hell would they be at the Demon Lord’s castle?!” Satan cuts Lucifer off before he can even finish the sentence. He knows it’s irrational, knows that Lucifer wants to help - which is causing him to feel things he doesn’t want to feel - , and that Lord Diavolo needed to be informed anyway about the disappearance of one of his students. A stern look from the eldest is all he needs to scoff and look away. He doesn’t have the mental capacity right now to argue with him and honestly doesn’t want to waste his energy on someone like Lucifer when he could invest it in looking for you.
“I understand your concern, Satan, but I’m not above putting you in the dungeons. You’re no help in this state.” Lucifer said, crossing his arms over his chest and staring the fourth born down with glowing red eyes.
Satan’s head whipped around to face his brother. He was so close, so very close to just walking away and pretending this never happened. He seriously would’ve passed on the opportunity of fucking with Lucifer just because his concern for you is too great; you mean everything to him, after all. Still, Lucifer had to go and ruin it, just like he ruins everything else for him.
“You understand nothing!” The fourth born argues, snarling at his older brother. “You have no one you cherish, Lucifer. No one you fall asleep to every night and share your darkest secrets and deepest thoughts with. There’s no one who would stand beside you in the most trying times and absolutely no one who would pick up your arrogant ass and hold your hand through the path of life.”
Satan steps closer still, fury blazing in his eyes and it’s clear it won’t be long before he completely snaps.
“You have no one but your pride, Lucifer, and that’s a pretty lonely life.”
The moment those words leave his lips, Satan feels a tug and then the world around him changes. For a moment, there’s only confusion before the realization kicks in that he’s being summoned. Great. What fool thought it to be a good idea to summon the Avatar of Wrath in the first place? If it’s Solomon, he would make sure to break the sorcerer’s neck for wasting his time, but also for taking his thoughts away from you. Just where were you?
Meanwhile, you struggle against the restraints that keep you in place. You have no clue where you are but by the looks of it, you’re guessing an underground temple or church. The room is almost exclusively made out of stone and dark, safe for the torches lining the walls and the candles randomly placed around the room. There’s a group of hooded figures talking or chanting in what you presume to be latin, but you’re not entirely sure. Seeing as it’s a dead language, you never really bothered to learn much of it.
You continue to struggle, feeling the ropes ding into your skin and the few crumbles of stone of the altar you’re laying on digging into your bare back. You’re breathing heavily, your vision still not quite sharp, but your mind is slowly catching up.
“W-where am I…?” Your voice is barely heard above the talking or chanting, but even if these figures heard you, they would ignore you. After all, what sense does it make to let a sacrifice speak?
“Help…. help…. help!” You try shouting for help, wriggling harder against your restraints, but all it earns you is a slap against your cheek and a gag to your mouth. One of the hooded figures leans down to whisper in your ear, their voice unrecognizable; “he likes it when they squirm.” And then you feel cold metal against your bare skin. Wait…when did you get naked? You try to look down and for the first time, you see the various amounts of cuts and the weird symbols drawn on your skin with your own blood. You scream as the knife cuts in right between your collar bones, fresh, warm and red liquid oozing out of the new wound.
“It is time.”
They call in unison. It seems like they only waited for you to awaken before starting their - what looks to be - summoning. You scream and squirm once more, trying to get any limb free from the restraints in hopes of escaping some way, some how. You know demons all too well and you have no clue which one they’re trying to summon. Your mind calls for Satan but due to the gag now in your mouth, it’s impossible to summon him despite the pact mark glowing on your skin. Tears stream down your face as you sob and choke and try to listen to a name in the chanting, all while silently praying that whoever they’re summoning is someone you know.
“Exaudi precem nostram et responde, Domine Tenebrarum. Veni ad nos, Satana…”
You close your eyes after seeing the knife raised above your heart, silently praying that some type of divinity reaches Satan and tells him how sorry you are that this is how it ends. The tears are falling uncontrollably, the heart in your chest beating wildly all while your blood runs cold.
Then time seems to slow.
You can feel him long before he ever makes a noise. The whole building seemingly shakes, vibrating with power far more ancient than the stones that make up this place. The hooded figures continue to chant, continue to believe that what they are doing is the right thing until suddenly, one of them is thrown across the room against the opposite wall, impaled by one of the torches. Some of the people gathered gasp, others continued to chant. You know that the person now hanging on the torch, their blood dripping onto the stone floor and turning beige into red was just an example. You know how powerful demons can be and what fun they have messing with humans.
Fear courses through you and you open your eyes again, blurry from the tears. You can’t see much, the position you’re in doesn’t allow you to, but you’re desperate to see which demon has surfaced and desperately hoping that you know that particular one.
To say Satan is mad is an understatement. He crushes their skulls long before he fully appears before them in his demon form, of course. His tail is lashing angrily behind him, the ridges hooking on someone’s leg and forcing them to the ground with a bonecrushing thud. Sea green eyes scan the room, unimpressed by the hooded figures or the little summoning circle they have put him in. It’s drawn wrongly, too, but who is he to correct that? No. His wrath is riding high, his heart aching and a little fun is exactly what he needs in order to calm himself back down.
“My Lord.” The remaining figures, the ones he didn’t impale, throw across rooms or whose skulls he didn't just crush, all drop to their knees, their heads bowed. Satan snarls, his tail lashing out again. Pathetic humans, truly. But as his eyes scan the room, he finds the naked form on the altar and his heart stops. For a moment, his wrath clears and relief floods his system at such a rate that he swears tears prickle his eyes.
“(Y/N)...” His voice is soft, carrying with it all the love and devotion he holds for you. He sees your trembling body, your beautiful hair tousled, the clothes torn off and the cuts now adorning your skin. One of the figures is still standing above you, a knife raised over your heart. The sight is enough to snap him out of this moment of relief and right back into uncontrollable wrath. With a flick of his wrist, the knife turns and points directly at that person’s eye before plunging deep.
“How dare you raise a hand to them.” He growls before all reason snaps and so do several bones. People get twisted and contorted into the wildest forms. Limbs get torn from their bodies and hooded figures turn on each other; not out of their own free will but because Satan has made it so. He doesn’t speak anymore, his eyes blazing with green fire. Some try to flee, but Satan is faster. His hand goes clean through someone back, gripping the spine and yanking it right out. Another one tries to crawl away but he simply crushes them with his foot like they’re an ant. Others think that leaving in a group is smart but Satan uses the rest of the torches not just to impale them, but to set their bodies on fire.
“Please, my Lord… we simpl—!”
His tail wraps around their throat, squeezing once before the head pops and rolls off. He doesn’t care for their excuses; he just cares to get you out of here. Blood is painting the walls and screams of agony bounce off the walls. You’re still crying, struggling, unsure of which demon is causing such havoc … and then it stops. The room is dark, the screams have been silenced and the only thing you hear now is running… running toward you. You struggle again, crying out against the gag, but instead of being met with the same fate, a gentle hand trembles against your skin.
“(Y/N)... hey…” Satan’s whole body is trembling, both because of the lingering wrath and need to destroy, but also because of the sight of seeing you alive. You recognize the voice even in your scared mind and scream again, sobbing. Satan works quickly, his tail cutting through the robes while he rips the gag off and cradles you against his chest. You can feel the heat of him seeping into your skin, feel the vibrations of his wrath and the foreign blood clinging to him like a second skin.
You’re trembling, sobbing and weeping against his frame and Satan feels a new surge of anger at seeing you in this stage. His arms tighten around you almost too much, making it hard to breathe for you, but you endure it. Claws rake through your hair while he himself is fighting with the tears that suddenly sting his eyes. “Shh… I’m here.” He whispers, letting his tail also wrap around your waist. It usually would be uncomfortable, the spikes and barbs not soft at all, but right now the pain makes you feel alive. Satan peppers your head with kisses, still fighting against the tears. His heavy heart eases at having you in his arms again, but his wrath is still running high uncontrollably.
Breathe in, hold it, breathe out.
For you, he’s trying to calm himself. You need comfort, love and safety: all things only he can provide for you. Carefully, he scoops you up into his arms, keeping his tail around you as well as he begins to step over the dead bodies to reach the exit. You cringe and stiffen up every time he hits a body or steps on an exposed organ or separated limb, causing it to make an odd quelching or crunch sound. It makes Satan feel a sense of… pride at having avenged you so thoroughly, but he also understands how it makes you feel uncomfortable.
“Shh… easy. They can’t hurt you anymore.” He speaks softly, placing another kiss on your head. His heart aches at the sight of you, but he’s already working on getting you back home and thinking of ways that something like this will never happen again. He is yours, always at your service, but you’re also his and he made sure to show that today.
“Let’s go home. Just breathe and let me take care of everything.”
enough of asking "would you still love me if i was a worm?" would you still love me if i was a pit in your stomach eating away at you from the inside? would you still love me if i was a distant memory you could do nothing but grieve? would you still love me if i haunted you for the rest of your life?
Good news, he was not next! In fact, she accepted him as her mate, he learned the crane mating dance and now every year, he artificially inseminates her with crane semen to expand the very endangered crane population. True story.
Sorry, he WHAT? Imagine being this man's boss and having to sit him down like. Listen. Brian. We need you to fuck the bird. You have to act like you're excited about it.
(WalWaPo makes you jump through like three separate hoops before you can read the article, so I will share some of the highlights:
Walnut was born in a species-recovery breeding program in the 1980′s. The program had crane chicks hand-raised by human volunteers, and at that time they did not fully understand the measures necessary make sure that the chicks do not imprint on humans and retain their identity as cranes.
As a result, her keepers believe, Walnut does not recognize other cranes as members of her own species.
It has not been proven that Walnut killed her previous suitors; however, there is a persistent rumor in the white-naped-crane-conservation community that she did.
Because this species is highly endangered, and the gene pool of the captive population is small, it’s pretty important for the survival of her species that Walnut A) mate, and B) not kill a bunch of other cranes.
The actual name of the keeper is Chris Crowe.
They both arrived at the Smithsonian Conservation Biology Institute in 2004.
Walnut immediately began paying special attention to Chris--and ignoring the eligible male crane in a nearby enclosure.
Walnut initiated their courtship, performing the opening moves of a mating dance.
Chris realized that if he reciprocated the mating dance, it might be possible to artificially inseminate Walnut with her participation and consent. (The process normally involves restraining the bird.)
It worked!
Chris and Walnut have had five children, who were raised by other crane couples at the facility--sometimes the biological dad and his mate--both because it’s unclear whether Walnut would accept the chicks as her own, and because Chris is not equipped to be a Crane Dad.
However, the Institute provides her with artificial eggs to sit on, and Chris takes his turn looking after them. (This would not work with real eggs because he can’t sit on them properly, but Walnut seems to feel that he is on the job if he just stands over them.)
Chris accepts that he is pretty much married to this bird. White-naped cranes live to be about 60, and they mate for life, so he knows he can’t retire while Walnut is alive. (At the time of the article, Walnut was 36, and Chris 42.)
she has not been PROVEN to have killed her exes, but there is a PERSISTENT RUMOR (really officers she's simply DEVASTATED, she sobs, wearing a new feather boa unfortunately resembling her most recent deceased husband)
His name is Chris CROWE. (Mrs. Walnut Crane-Crowe?)
the mental images of a whole human man learning and performing the crane mating dance, and "sitting" on artificial eggs so she thinks he's performing his duties as a husband and father (and apparently OBJECTS if he does not?)
"chris, buddy, you gotta marry the possibly-murderous crane lady for the GOOD OF THE SPECIES." (alternately: "chris, my man! good news! we found you a very interested lady! She's 36, she's very spirited and independent, she holds a very important and rare status in her society! ...Is there a downside? WELL...")
chris sits any potential human partners down, like "my love, you must understand before we wed,,, i am already... Attached" (camera drifts wistfully to the above photo) "Lady Walnut and I have an,, Understanding... the relationship is open, but very committed"
Not only is he 'married' to walnut, this has apparently happened SEVERAL times, so he has MULTIPLE crane wives, none of which know about any of his other crane wives. This man is, for some unknown reason, irresistible to cranes
the “this content has been removed for violating Tumblr’s Community Guidelines” notice really adds a lot of flavor to this post and somehow makes it MORE obscene than whatever that actually was
I regret being the bearer of bad news, but I thought it should be shared that Walnut passed away in January of this year (2024). There's a lot of mixed info about the lifespan of cranes (due to people misunderstanding what a median is...) but the average for most species I know of is 20-30 years (in the wild if nothing eats them/they don't die young), and 30-45 in captivity, with the oldest known white-naped crane having loved to be 46. Given that she was 42, this old gal did good, and I'm certain she will be missed by folks here.
