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simeons “ tell me about yourself “ interview from B-LOG issue october 2023!!!

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Random Obey Me Headcannon :

I imagine MC wearing a really fluffy baby pink jacket and because of that the guys just started associating her/him/them with a fluffy pink sheep.

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all smiles are an act

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debauch...💥

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Now seems a good time as any to share the fan art I drew after a friend made some childish, cruel, and untrue statements about my favorite character, Simeon Obeyme.

It was empowering and cathartic and I encourage everyone to to give themselves permission to be creative, even if you don't think of yourself as a creative

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I'm drawing a dream manga and I want to do my best!

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Pride (Part Two)

I didn't expect to be sitting in this jail cell with MC and Lucifer, but it makes sense. Guilty by association and whatnot. Lucifer's pacing back and forth, angrily ranting about our current circumstances, but MC's been oddly silent since we got escorted out the train by security. Sitting with their back against the wall, they have their eyes closed, as if they're trying to go to sleep. I don't know how that would be possible with all the ruckus Lucifer's creating. He's been yelled at twice already to shut up by other prisoners, and yet he still keeps going.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" That would be prisoner number three. "If you and your brothers had just stayed put in the Celestial Realm, you wouldn't even be in this predicament right now! The reason why the Devildom has become so unstable is because of you lot!"

Given the way he's behaved during this entire trip, I'm surprised he doesn't retaliate. Instead, he walks over to the cot and sits down, putting his face in his hands.

"You good?" I ask. No response. "Lucifer?"

"Let him be," MC speaks for the first time in a few hours. "It'll only make him feel worse." I join them on their side of the cell. Their eyes are still closed, but they seem alert otherwise.

"How are you doing?" I ask them. They shrug nonchalantly.

"This has been long overdue for me." Is that why they've not said anything up until this point?

"Look, the flood may have caused some damage, but--"

"I'm not talking about that." They sigh. "In my previous life, I killed a man. He was an esteemed member of the Sorcerer's Society, and I had to sit through a trial. Several people wanted to have me put away, but the judge ultimately ruled that I was acting in self-defense, and so the charges were dropped."

"But you felt like you should have still been punished for it?"

"Among other things, yes. But one way or another, everything gets dismissed or swept under the rug, and I continue to walk free." Suddenly, the temperature of the cell drops significantly, signaling the arrival of one of the ghost guards.

"The demons Mephistopheles...Zephyr...your charges have been cleared," it announces. "You are to be released." On the one hand, I'm glad I don't have to be in this jail cell any longer, but it does worry me that one name didn't get mentioned. However, as soon as I open my mouth, MC hisses,

"Don't say anything." The ghost guard continues,

"Lucifer...Avatar of Pride...for the crime of treason against the Devildom...you are found...guilty. You will be taken to Cocytus...in the lowest depths of the underworld."

"Now hang on a minute--" MC's hand flies up and covers my mouth. I suppose it's to keep me from getting into further trouble, but I don't appreciate being silenced like that.

"Mephistopheles...Zephyr...you will be escorted out of here momentarily. Lucifer...wait for further instructions." The cell warms back up, indicating the ghost guard's disappearance. My vision goes black for a few seconds, and when it returns MC and I are standing outside the building we were in. Immediately, MC nearly collapses onto me, and I quickly wrap my arm around them to prevent both of us from hitting the ground.

"My head..." they mumble, wincing in pain. I've heard of ghost-guided teleportation causing migraines in some demons. Thankfully, there's a bench on the near side of the building that's nearly completely shaded by the trees, so I quickly get us over there so that MC can sit and recover in relative peace.

"It's cold," they whisper after a moment. Out of habit, I take my coat off and drape it over their shoulders.

"Thanks." They grab the edges of it and wrap it closer around them. After a few minutes of silence, they abruptly state,

"The others have been captured." That's odd. I don't recall either one of our D.D.D.'s buzzing or ringing, so it's not like anyone would have told them that information.

Unless...

Of course. That would explain why they've had their eyes closed. They saw visions of it happening.

"I know your main priority was keeping me out of there, but I think I have to go see them."

"Understandable. You're close to them, after all. It makes sense that you'd want to say goodbye."

"Not just that." MC takes a deep breath. "I'm going to ask you a question, and it may seem like an abrupt change of topic, but I promise it'll make sense."

"Okay..."

"What color are my eyes?" MC's right; that is a sudden turn from what we were just talking about.

"Brown, I think? I haven't spent a whole lot of time looking into your eyes, but don't they look like a sheep's?" They nod their head, shifting on the bench to face me with their eyes still closed.

"Remember how I said you're a very expressive person?"

"Yes."

"Good. Here's what's going to happen: I'm going to open my eyes, and you're not to say a word. I don't want any attention brought over to us."

"Okay..." What is even happening right now?

"I think something happened to me when Lucifer received his message, and if I'm right, your facial expression alone should confirm it." Another deep breath. "Ready?"

"I mean, I guess." MC opens their eyes, and I involuntarily jump. Any indication of their normal eye color is completely gone, now replaced with a familiar shade of red. I quickly reach in the coat pocket closest to me and dig out a pair of sunglasses to hand to MC. Sighing, they take them from me and put them on.

"As I suspected," they state bitterly. "I apologize, Mephistopheles, but I'm afraid I can't return home in this state."

"No, I totally agree. You'd stick out like a sore thumb." An epiphany. "Is that what the migraine's about?"

"Yes." They abruptly get up and start walking, causing me to briefly jog to to catch up to them and get us going in the right direction. Once the building is far behind us, MC begins talking in a quick, hushed tone.

"In my time, three demons have gained access inside my mind. One was intentional, and the other two accidental."

"And he's one of them?"

"Yes."

"What is he doing in there now?"

"Screaming." A momentary silence.

"Freeing him would make you an enemy of the Devildom."

"I know."

"And the Celestial Realm as well."

"I know."

"Doing this will most likely be a death sentence for you."

"Then so be it." I stop walking and sigh.

"Will anything I say change your mind?"

"Probably not." I take a deep breath.

"Then you're not going down there alone." I grab my D.D.D. and pull up Diavolo's number. He picks up before the second ring.

"Seems like you were expecting me," I tell him after his greeting.

"The brothers have been captured."

"I'm aware. Does the portal in Barbatos' room still work?" A pause, followed by a groan.

"You can't be serious."

"Couldn't talk them out of it." Another pause.

"Then they're not doing this alone."

"That's what I told them. Have the other meet us at the castle. We need as much help as possible to ensure we get out of there alive."

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Rosario by daylyte04

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And here's what happens if you abandon him on the streets instead. Just as fun!

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If we're going down, anyway....

Here's that time Satan demanded you go out to touch grass and was quickly blasted with pollen-that-makes-you-horny-clingy.

You can pet him, you can kiss him, or you can leave him to crawl back home alone. All wonderful options.

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Thirteen's search for an adorably charming reaction!

(50-A)

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Early Nightbringer Satan throws a violent tantrum at the castle that that doesn't endanger Diavolo exactly, but puts him in a bad position. Diavolo smiles and waves it off like always, but Barbatos, lurking unseen as a good butler does, is displeased with this pattern of consequence-free chaos.

Satan is ungrateful for the pardon and already revving to get mad about something else, when he finds himself trapped in a room that ends in Barbatos. Satan is punished and broken a bit using Barbatos's tail (whether spanked or something more severe) and limps away with a little more fear than rage for once

Ahaaaa I love Barbatos. I especially loved a barely hinged Barbatos. Thank you very much for this fun prompt!

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Barbatos had had enough. Satan was an incredibly young demon, and one whose birth had been difficult, but that didn’t mean he could do as he pleased. And tonight, such a performance while the Young Master hosted important dignitaries, it was shameful at best.

The Young Master had brushed Satan’s behaviour aside, as he had done many times already, but Barbatos could no longer abide.

He sat tall in his favourite chair in his special room in the castle’s dungeon. Soundproof. Remote. Well equipped.

Satan groaned as he woke up, immediately thrashing against the magical bindings that held him firmly by the wrists, ankles, upper back, and waist. He was stripped naked, face down, strapped to the A-frame of the spanking horse.

“You’ll find that’s quite futile,” Barbatos hummed from his seat, uncrossing his slender legs.

“You! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Satan roared, fighting harder against the unforgiving restraints.

Barbatos stood, removing his jacket, unbuttoning his cuffs and skillfully rolling up each sleeve. He took Satan’s chin in hand and forced his fiery gaze up to meet his own. “I’m giving you a lesson, young one.”

“I don’t want any fucking lessons from you! Let me go!”

“Oh, it’s very much not optional.” Barbatos ratcheted the straps pinning Satan’s upper body to the lightly padded top of the horse even tighter. Removing any amount of wiggle room. 

“F-fucking bastard!” Satan hissed.

The rush of wind and a hard snap resounded in the room as the first lash of Barbatos’s twin-tipped tail landed hard on Satan’s backside. He enjoyed the personal approach his appendage offered.

“AAAGHH!” Satan yelled.

“A straightforward and honest apology for your behaviour and a promise to do better. That is what you will offer me.”

“Like hell I will!” Satan spat out before yelping at another blow from Barbatos.

“I understand you feel the power of your sin very acutely, but you must learn to control it. You are not your sin. You are not the circumstances of your birth. You must become stronger than them both.”

“Fuck you! You fucking bastard! Let me go right now!” Satan screamed, shifting into this demon form, tail whipping out behind him. Barbatos caught it with ease, wrapping it around one forearm and pulling it taut. 

“Tch, such wasted energy, young one,” Barbatos chided, giving three more quick, hard swats to Satan’s ass. It was already red and welting up. “It will be a near eternity before you could even hope to best me.”

“I-I’ll kill you! I will!” His voice was already faltering.

“If you would avail yourself to what I’m offering,” Barbatos said, tracing his fingers softly over the welts on Satan’s skin, “I think you may find a suitable outlet for the volatile emotions you’re experiencing.” He dug his fingers into Satan’s angry flesh and gave a hard tug on his tail. 

“Aannnhh!” a moan escaped Satan’s throat. “No! Shit! Fuck! Fuck you!”

Barbatos chuckled. It sent a shiver up Satan’s spine, making his tail ripple in Barbatos’s unrelenting grip. 

……

“S-ssorrry. I’m sorry! I’m sorry I ruined the party and embarrassed Diavolo. I’ll do better! I will! Please! I will! I’m so sorry,” Satan sobbed. His ass and thighs burned and throbbed. Even the tiniest movement or bit of air sent a fresh wave of pain through him.

“Ahh, very good, young one,” Barbatos praised, running a hand through Satan’s sweat-drenched hair. Satan leaned into the touch. “I will consider that your first lesson learned.”

Satan breathed a sigh of relief, looking up at Barbatos with wet eyes.

“Now,” Barbatos said, clutching a fistful of Satan’s hair tightly while the tips of his tail snaked between his swollen cheeks to press and rub at his asshole, “we can move on to your next lesson.”

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Mephisto x mc commission art

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The brothers going insane trying to figure out how to break the wretched sound curse some soon-to-be-dead demon cast on their entire house: !!!!!#$@&&!;!!!

An oblivious Satan enjoying his new buddy: :)

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Ah the age old struggle of "Is this Solomon or white-washed Mammon"

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whoops my hand slipped

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a comic about cuddles