SIMEON : Wallpapers [ Obey Me ]

not to be basic but 😳 do you have any thoughts on the demon brothers courting MC? Like any specific Devildom culture aspects that come into play? (Maybe something SUPER important that MC writes off as “oh huh. wonder why my ~friend~ is all nervous today”.) wink wink romantic demon tension wink wink.

Apologies for the long wait on this but YES, we love thinking about Devildom culture(s) and possible traditions, and courting ones are certainly fun to imagine!

We've come up with a handful here (plus a special bonus at the end), so we hope you enjoy them!!

(You can see a follow-up of mini-stories with the characters we missed here!)

DEVILDOM COURTING

Sharing Bloodseed Fruit

There are a few different kinds of fruits in the Devildom that can have romantic meanings when shared with someone you're interested in.

Bloodseed fruits, which vaguely resemble human-world dragonfruits on the outside and pomegranates on the inside, are the most popular of these by far.

The number of seeds you each eat is meant to be representative of how long you will stay in love with one another.

The average bloodseed fruit has around 1,000 seeds in it, with especially large ones able to have up to 1,500 seeds.

Which of course means the demon brothers and royals aren't going to settle for anything less than the largest ones they can possibly find to share with you.

Favored by: Diavolo, Lucifer, Beelzebub

It's not uncommon for Diavolo to invite you over for tea. Today, however, you've scarcely seen any sign of his loyal butler, aside from a single moment where he delivered both tea and a much smaller plate of sweets than usual.

"Does Barbatos have a lot going on today?" you wonder aloud.

"Oh, no," Diavolo laughs. "He's keeping his distance today out of respect for me. You see, I invited you over for...something rather special."

He takes your hand then and places a massive, spiky-looking fruit onto it. "I suppose you wouldn't be familiar with this, but this is a bloodseed fruit. They're rather rare, but we have a legend here in the Devildom that lovers who share one will stay in love for how many seeds they each eat," he explains. "And so, MC...would you do me the honor of sharing this with me?"

Matching Makeup

In the Devildom, there are certain patterns that one paints on their face that are based on their yearnings or desires, or signify something about the wearer.

These looks are usually only worn for special occasions -- and there is one event in particular where if you wear a certain matching makeup look with another, it signifies being together.

The Bacchanal of Illumination is a special time in the Devildom, where a variety of colorful demonic flora bloom and glow with an ethereal light once every few centuries.

Since ancient times, it has been customary to celebrate the three day window in which these flowers bloom with great revelry, parties thrown throughout, and imbibing an intoxicating drink created from the sap found in these flowers from past seasons.

It is considered good luck if a couple finds a flower in these fields the exact shade of the makeup they are wearing, signifying a healthy and long relationship.

Favored by: Lucifer, Asmodeus, Barbatos

"There we go, now we match!" Asmodeus giggles with delight, finishing the last flick of makeup over your cheek before turning you around to his mirror with a flourish. "Let's go show the others, hm, darling?"

You nod enthusiastically, excited to head out for this festival that everyone has been talking about lately. You've hardly taken two steps into the common room, however, before the rest of the brothers alternately gasp and/or pounce on the Avatar of Lust.

"ASMO, WHAT THE FUCK!" Mammon shouts. "Why the fuck does MC have that makeup, you bastard --"

"Because they're mine, of course," Asmo just grins back cheekily, draping himself possessively all over your shoulders. "Should have done it yourself if you wanted them!"

Offering a Passiflora Hellbloom

Purple and white with a crown of barb-like vines around a protruding spike ending in an eye-like orb, these Devildom flowers can look quite bizarre to humans at first glance.

However, if offered to a love interest, they represent passion, affection, sweetness -- and agony, if the recipient refuses it.

You see, giving a single flower of this kind to someone is seen as equivalent to asking them to be in a relationship with you, and accepting the flower is to accept the relationship.

The giver can also cast a spell before giving it, where if accepted, the flower will then actually undergo a second blooming where it sheds the vines, and the spike opens up into a set of brilliant petals.

Favored by: Mammon, Diavolo, Leviathan

"Ahhhh, that was fun!" you exclaim with a stretch, ready to head to bed after a long night of gaming with Leviathan. "It's late though, I should probably get to sleep. Good night, Levi!"

"A-a-ah, MC, wait!!" he calls out to you just before you reach his door, his voice unintentionally almost a shout with nervousness. "Wait, I have something for you." He pulls a long, thin stem of a bizarre-looking flower from somewhere in his room and thrusts it towards you.

"Oh, what a...nice flower," you smile politely, taking it from his hands.

"Y-you'll really take it?! I know you probably don't want this from me, but you'll really accept it?" His words are gushing out with excitement.

In his excitement, sadly, he forgets to tell you what the flower actually means. But Asmo will be sure to tell you when he sees it in your room tomorrow.

Passing a Red Candle

Candles can often be symbolic in magic, and the Devildom is no exception.

Red candles, in particular, are known for representing the fire of love and passion.

For this reason, when a demon gives someone a red candle, it's akin to a confession -- essentially, they are "giving the fire of their love" to another.

The House of Lamentation, by the way, has a lot of red candles that just happen to be sitting around all the time...

Favored by: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan

"Oh, Lucifer, perfect timing," you say as he enters the dimly lit library. You quickly thrust the plate of the red candle you were holding into his hands, explaining, "Would you hold this for me for a sec? I'm trying to get this book out, but it's so firmly wedged in here, it's a bit stuck, and I didn't want to put the candle somewhere where it could fall over."

The barest hint of a blush crosses his expression before it's quickly replaced with a mischievous smirk.

"Oh? MC, you ought to be careful who you give a candle like this to in the Devildom," he murmurs, placing a finger under your chin to turn your gaze back to him. "Or I'll have to take this as a sign you mean to surrender yourself to me."

Written Story

For demons, giving someone their grimoire is the ultimate sign of trust, as it is akin to surrendering complete power to that person.

Long ago, demons sometimes actually gifted each other their grimoires as part of marriage ceremonies, though it has generally fallen out of practice at this point.

However, the sentiment of the act is still quite popular, and as a symbolic equivalent, nowadays demons will sometimes write down a story from their life as a gift to their beloved.

Especially popular is for couples to choose a story about each other, such as when they met, a special date, etc.

Favored by: Satan, Belphegor, Barbatos

Come up to the attic, the text you get reads. I have something for you.

Even after everything, it's still one of Belphegor's favorite places to nap. You gently push open the door, half expecting him to already be asleep, but even though he's sitting comfortably on the bed, he's definitely awake and looks uncharacteristically nervous.

"What's up, Belphie?" you ask, taking a seat next to him.

"I told you, I have something for you." He passes you an envelope patterned like the worn cover of an old leather-bound book.

Inside, there's a single slip of paper, with just a short handwritten story describing the night he made the pact with you. You tilt your head at him with some confusion. "Thanks...? It's very sweet, but...what's this for?"

"Trust." A small smile tugs at his mouth, though he himself hardly even notices. "I told you I believe actions speak louder than words, didn't I? So here it is. All of my trust."

Gifted Locket

A much more direct way of courtship, some demons have partaken in the tradition of gifting a locket to their intended partner.

While this might sound rather ordinary on the surface, there is something particularly special about these lockets -- they are imbued with a special, intimate magic.

When one opens the locket, it pulses with the other's heartbeat -- mirroring it in real time.

It also feels warm, as if you are holding the other's hand instead of the locket.

Favored by: Mammon, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Beelzebub has never really been one to particularly fuss about with over-the-top romantic gestures, but with his brothers all fighting over you all the time, he wants to do something to express his feelings to you too.

"I wanted to give this to you," he says sweetly, handing you a lovely red jewelry box.

Inside, you find a beautiful, intricately designed locket, and to your surprise, it quickly warms in your hand when you click it open. And even more surprisingly, it begins pulsing as well.

He holds his hands over yours, mirroring the warmth from the locket. "So you can hold my hand any time you want," he explains with a gentle smile.

"Thank you, Beel. It's wonderful." You rest your head against his chest, feeling how the rhythm of the locket perfectly matches the reassuring, steady beat of his heart.

The Boutonniere's Challenge

At high-class Devildom weddings, it's common practice to serve something called a boutonniere elixir, a special kind of sparkling demonus with a single flower floating atop.

On its own, the drink tastes somewhat plain, much like any other kind of sparkling demonus.

However, if two individuals hold the chalice at the same time, even for just a moment, the cup reacts by warming up to represent the strength of their connection -- the hotter it becomes, the better a match they are.

The demonus inside, in turn, also transforms, lighting up and bubbling over, and becomes infused with the taste of the flower inside.

It is considered incredible good luck for both the pair and the marrying couple when a chalice of boutonniere elixir is spilled from the abrupt searing heat.

However, due to the pain of burning their hands on the goblet, it is often referred to as the "Boutonniere's Challenge."

Favored by: Satan, Asmodeus, Barbatos

"What a beautiful wedding!" you remark, clinking your glass against those of the others around you.

Just then, someone bumps your arm, causing the cup to start to slip from your fingers when one pristine butler quickly rushes to catch it. But, at the sudden feeling of searing heat against your fingertips and blinding light against your eyes, it only serves to make both of you drop it. "Ow!" you cry.

To your utter confusion, this somehow sends a wave of applause rippling through the entire wedding crowd.

With an apologetic smile, Barbatos takes your hand and pulls you towards him, completely ignoring the fallen chalice. "My apologies, MC, I should have been more careful, but it would appear that the cups think we're a good match. Now...let me heal that burn on your fingertips. Perhaps with a kiss?"

BONUS: Ceremonial Proposal Knives

When one wants to propose in the Devildom, they do so with beautiful, intricate ceremonial knives.

At the base of the blade, the proposing demon inscribes their personal sigil on one side and the intended recipient's sigil on the other, making each knife unique to the pair.

The handles, which can be made of various magical materials -- bone, onyx, gold, the wood of a special tree, etc. -- are personalized with engravings.

These engravings can tell a small story, or just be very symbolic of the relationship the involved parties share.

What makes these knives most special of all is that it is customary to infuse a part of oneself into the knife -- whether it be a feather, a scale, their venom, or blood, they are giving a part of themself to you.

If the recipient chooses to accept, the two of them hold hands over the blade, cutting their palms open to form a blood pact in the shared wounds.

The shared blood then seeps into the blade, imbuing it with both their magical energies.

HYAKUYA MIKAELA

seeing people copying my tags in the reblogs like,

"I have a story and Lucifer going to kill me for it, but fuck it."

*already getting glared at*

"There was a fire in the kitchen and I ran to tell Lucifer and I burst into his room and saw him with no clothes on."

*instant laughter*

"You saw him naked?!" -Diavolo

"No, he had underwear on. But what was funny was he screamed when I entered."

*Lucifer already gotten up and is approaching them to cover their mouth, but they wiggle pass him and continue telling the story*

"He was getting dressed and the door just burst open out of nowhere it scared him. He immediately covered himself with his blanket on his bed and started yelling at me, but I was too busy laughing in the doorway after hearing him scream."

*the brothers are now protecting them from Lucifer as he getting flustered*

"He threw a shoe at me and told me to leave and I tried to tell him about the fire in the kitchen through my gigging. He got what I wanted to say and had to throw on a robe before handing the fire. It's one of my fondness memories."

Obey me! Things I'm Constantly thinking about pt. 1

1. The order of the oldest is based on strength

2. Mammon is actually quite strong [makes me wonder just how strong Lucifer must be to overpower him so easily, and how strong Satan must be for being born last and still being considered the 4th oldest...man I could make a whole different post on this]

3. Mammon sleeps naked

[yes this is proof for all three]

4. Asmodeus loves butts

5. Lucifer had a picture of Mammon sleeping on his wallpaper

6. Diavolo is a living lie detector

7. Levi had a pet snake that ran away

8. Lucifer was a beacon of light when he was angel [i don't even want to imagine]

「 Love Sick 」

part 1 ┊ part 2

Asmodeus

— [cw] ⨾ spiraling anxious thoughts

MC sneezed, wiping their nose with their sleeve.

“See, I’ve just been all gross and icky for these past couple of days.” Mc brought their comforter further up their laying body, covering the lower half of their face in embarrassment.

“Please let me recover in peace- I look and feel terrible right now. And, I don’t want you to catch this too..” MC mumbled, burning cheeks concealed from Asmo’s concerned gaze.

Asmo’s brows had been furrowed for longer than MC had ever seen them. After a pause, he sat up from MC’s bed with a strained sigh.

“If that’s what you need right now, my love.” He spoke with a forced smile, “But promise you won't hesitate to give me a ring if you need absolutely anything, okay?”

MC gave a strained smile of their own as Asmo rubbed their blanket-covered calf in reassurance.

“I will.”

A mix of foul emotions flooded Asmo the moment he witnessed MC wave Mammon out of their room.

‘What was Mammon doing in their room?’ ‘Did MC call for him?’ ‘How long has he been in there?’ ‘Did MC need something?’

Asmo quickened his pace, meeting a panicked MC at the door. He pushed his intrusive thoughts to the side in order to focus on keeping a lighthearted expression so as to not worry MC.

“MC? I thought you wanted to rest peacefully until you got better. Did you need something? Did you call me-“ Asmo began to reach for his cell before MC interrupted.

“No! No, I mean, I just forgot my medicine in the living room so I had Mammon grab it for me.” MC subconsciously hid their form behind their bedroom door.

Asmo reached out to place a hand against the door, ensuring MC wouldn’t shut it so soon.

“But then, why did he come in?” Asmo asked, focused on keeping his tone of voice neutral.

“Well, he insisted I have something to eat, so he brought up some soup Satan made along with my medicine.” MC looked away in shyness upon recalling the memory.

Asmo’s mouth opened to speak, but not before Belphie appeared before the two, interrupting to speak to MC.

“MC, Beel told me you were still feeling sick, even after all the care he and Levi gave you yesterday.”

Asmo felt a pang in his chest, hurt not to have noticed MC’s condition before his brothers.

“Well yeah,” MC lightly chuckled, “Humans take a longer to heal; all the symptoms don’t disappear at once either.”

Belphie looked MC up and down, taking note of their physical state best he could with MC hiding most of themself behind their door.

“You look tired. Here-” Belphie grabbed MC’s hand as he slipped into their room, “-I’ll make sure you rest well.”

"Oi Belphie-" Asmo announced shortly before Belphie unapologetically shut the door in his face.

He rattled the doorknob. Locked.

In his frustration, Asmo decided it’d be best to return to his room and find something soothing to indulge in.

Maybe, he could catch MC alone later on.

3 days had passed since Asmo last spoke with MC.

They had finally made a full recovery, tributing their health to the doting care of every demon brother.

Almost, every demon brother.

By the end of MC’s sick episode, Asmo had assisted MC about two times- neither directly involving MC; just fetch quests Lucifer sent him on to retrieve items from the local corner store.

‘Why isn’t MC summoning me after all the times I offered to help?! Did I do something to offend them? Hurt them?? Do they regret making a pact with me???’

No matter how much he wanted to pout and whine and throw a tantrum directly in front of MC, Asmo refused to do anything that could potentially worsen MC’s health.

Despite his insecurities, he could never cause his precious MC to be inconvenienced by his feelings.

Not these feelings, anyhow.

After all, it could have been his fault MC got sick in the first place. Maybe that’s why they’ve been so distant lately. Are they mad at Asmo for making them sick? Could he accidentally cause MC to fall ill again without even realizing it??

His brothers could tell something was eating away at him- quite obviously in fact, due to the amount of sighing and pouting he did.

They could also tell it most likely had something to do with MC- quite obviously, due to his habit of putting on a cheery facade in MC’s presence.

As much as it pained the brothers to leave a newly recovered MC in the hands of their less than responsible brother, Lucifer they all decided it would be best to let the two hash out this problem before Asmo it became a nuisance for the rest of them.

"MC, we've been summoned to the castle. You are to keep an eye on Asmodeus while we're gone. If anything should go wrong, which I assume will not happen while such a responsible demon is present, you have our numbers."

"Of course, have a safe trip!" MC replied cheerily while Asmo stood trembling from Lucifer's indirect threat.

As the remaining brothers' complaints cut off with the closing of the front door, Asmo attempted to sneak his way into his room before MC could speak to him.

He was successful, leaving MC in the empty foyer with only the prodding feeling of abandonment for company.

Lunchtime came and left, and the 6 demon brothers were still not home.

'Ah, it's already getting dark. I should probably check on MC, just in case they need me...'

Asmo's thoughts began to spiral once more:

'They don't seem to need me anymore. Is it over? Has MC grown sick of me?? Do I, do I repulse them??!'

A tear rolled down Asmodeus' expressionless face as his mind drifted further and further from reality.

Pulled back out by a familiar voice, he realized MC was now approaching where he sat on his bed.

"Asmo? Hello? Are you sleeping with your eyes open? Is that a demon thing??"

He couldn't help but chuckle at the human's remarks. He wiped away the singular tear with a delicate finger as he mustered his joyous persona best he could.

"I didn't realize you were the type to sneak into someone's room unnanounced~" The words to MC sounded similar to an unrisen cake.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to help me make dinner for us? I asked the others and they said they were eating out, so we only need to cook for two!"

"Oh?" Asmo's voice began to crack as he felt tears coming on, tilting his head further from MC's gaze as he anxiously brushed his bangs behind his ear.

MC leaned in closer to Asmo, trying to decipher this abnormal behavior they had never seen from him before.

"Is something wrong, Asmo?"

'Something wrong? Something wrong?? Obviously! Have they really not been paying attention to me at all??!'

Asmo had finally hit the brink of his spiraling thoughts. Resetting his posture, his defenses rose instantly, and he made a decision.

The decision to make MC hate him.

part 1 ┊ part 2

In Japan, May 23 is Kiss Day.💋