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hakirachan · 7 months
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Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #42
MC: Do you feel any better? 
Barbatos: I feel much better now that you here with me. 
*Solomon walks in* 
Barbatos: I feel half better.
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misc-obeyme · 3 months
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MC is at the Demon Lord's Castle helping Barbatos make tea.
MC: And what exactly is in this blend?
Barbatos: *lists every ingredient*
MC: Mhm. And what are the benefits of those?
Barbatos: *details the benefits of each ingredient separately and together*
MC: Right and where exactly did you obtain this?
Barbatos: I made the blend myself. While I was able to find some of these ingredients at my usual market, I had to grow some of them myself in the gard-
MC: ?
Barbatos: MC. Why are you asking me so many questions about this tea?
MC: Oh, I just like to watch the way your eyes sparkle when you're talking about something you love.
Barbatos: I see. Then you must allow me to list everything I know about you.
MC was too flustered to speak. Barbatos only chuckled and kissed away their astonishment.
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On a hot day, Barbatos will ask you to pardon him for just undoing a few of his buttons to cool off. Meanwhile, Mammon will strip down to his boxers on his way to sit in front the fan.
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onyourowndaisymae · 7 months
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"... they're softer than i imagined."
"hmm? pardon me?"
"and do you really wear these all the time? they look brand new."
barbatos looks over his shoulder to see what you might be referring to-- the spoon he's stirring with stills in his hand as his attention is drawn to you.
your hands open and close, outstretched before you, as a pleased smile graces your lips, your cheeks brighter from the heightened temperature of the kitchen around mealtime. his gloves-- previously set aside while he was kneading pastry dough and left off after for convenience-- are now slipped onto your hands. they don't fit you properly, of course. they're molded to barbatos' hands like weathered railings on a busy staircase, accustomed to every line, every vein, every plane and bump gathered through his existence. your hands stretch and shimmy, but they do not fill the space inside the gloves like he would.
a smile settles on barbatos' face as a chuckle escapes him. what a curious little thing you are.
"waited until i turned my back to steal my gloves, did you?"
you grin. "maybe."
he carefully sets the stirring spoon on its designated resting spot before crossing the kitchen and coming to join you. he settles in quietly behind you, chest against your back, coming to get a good view of your hands as you stretch them out in front of you.
there's an innocent affection in watching you toy with his gloves. like offering your lover your coat in the cold, a strange sense of satisfaction settles over him as you adjust them around your joints. a part of his uniform, so insignificant and menial to him, has become an object of your fascination. he doesn't deny himself the pleasure of pressing a chaste kiss against your temple.
a giggle bubbles up your throat. what a lovely sound, he thinks. the two of you are alone in the kitchen-- maybe that's why he lets his bare hands skim affectionately up your sides, soft and gentle as the find their way to your wrists. warm fingertips skim under the edge of the white fabric, unrolling a part folded under itself before giving a calculated tug on the garment, easing them on to your fingers more comfortably than you had managed alone.
"i must admit," he murmurs next to your ear. you can hear the amusement in his voice as he does. his fingers wrap around the exposed part of your wrists, drawing your hands closer to where you both stand. "they do look quite nice on you, my love."
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Man, single parenting is hard
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A single night
These two can't be away from home for a SINGLE NIGHT
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....it would seem a suspicious person has come to disturb the peace
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inhuman-obey-me · 1 month
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🕶 with Barbatos please??👀 also yes on MC! (sorry for being specific, you can ignore it if you want but can it be directed at mc i'm not normal about Barb)
"I saw a little thing I didn't like you tried to hide." - Barbatos/MC
content warning: blood, reference to torture/gore
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Barbatos has a reputation.
It is one that you remind yourself of at times, when you get lost in his sweet words and even sweeter treats. Those soft smiles, his ever-readiness to serve, his meticulous attention to detail so that things were always perfect for you – he would insist you had him wrapped around your finger, but sometimes you wonder if it truly isn’t the other way around.
After all, while you loved that side of him – one that few had the privilege to witness – you could not help but be intrigued by the part of him that reigned in the shadows. 
The part of him that delighted in the slow torture of a traitor. The part of him that could use a knife to cut up a bleeding-heart artichoke just as deftly as an actual bleeding heart. The part of him that could drive someone mad just by warping the space around him, damning them to experience eternity in a matter of seconds. 
Perhaps you were a bit too intrigued, your morbid curiosity having led you now to wander the dark halls of the Demon Lord’s Castle in search of him. He was supposed to meet you at the foyer earlier, but when the ever-punctual demon was nowhere to be found, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You wanted to see if you could catch the consistently composed butler off-guard, unprepared. 
A fool’s quest.
You pass an archway and stop in your tracks, swearing you heard a faint scream from down below. A metallic scent pervades, your stomach churning as you take a step, and then another, and yet another – slowly descending the stairs, unsure of what you’ll find at the bottom. 
It’s dimly lit, torches along the walls flickering with magic flames. Your eyes adjust, and your heart nearly skips a beat as you see Barbatos in the distance. You dive behind a wall, peering around the corner to observe. 
He seems to be talking to someone, though you can’t see who. A cell, you think, as you notice the iron bars gating certain areas. The light catches on an object in his hand, something silver, and you realize he’s cleaning it off with cloth. Your own hands fish out your D.D.D., opening the camera function to zoom in and get a clearer look.
Oh.
He’s splattered with blood, standing in a pool of it. It’s a sight to behold, and you’re unable to tear your gaze away from him. Slowly, your finger goes to the capture button, taking a photo of the scene. You duck back into the passage, checking to see how the shot turned out – and chills run down your spine as Barbatos seems to be looking straight into the lens. 
“Tsk, tsk.” Gloved fingers tightly wrap around your wrist, forcing you to turn around to meet a dark gaze that you knew all too well. “I saw a little thing I didn’t like you tried to hide.” 
“B-Barbatos!” His name leaves your lips in a squeak. You don’t know how he got to you so fast, but you do know it’s better not to question it. “I-I’m sorry, you didn’t show up earlier and I got curious and wanted to look for you so I ended up down here and then I found you but I didn’t want to disturb you and –” 
He puts a halt to your rapid explanation with a single finger against your lips, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry, my dear. It’s not like me to forget or lose track of the time. I must make this up to you immediately.” He lets go of your wrist, examining you once over before taking a step back. “But first, I need to freshen up. Shall we go upstairs?” 
With a nod, you follow him back up to the brighter hallways of the castle, though he pauses once you’re at the landing. “...And what are you going to do with that photo?”
“Oh.” You can feel the warmth rush to your cheeks. “I, uh … just kind of wanted it for myself.”
“Is that so?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, see the way his lips twist into a smirk.  “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose I can let your little reconnaissance slide. Next time, however,” he leans in close, breath ghosting your ear. “Just ask.”
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enoe-of-noen · 17 days
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Finished an entire page of Obey Me cast
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(Sorry the colours ain’t right 😭)
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mysticqueer · 2 months
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I love how petty they are with eachother
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koos-kave · 4 months
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Barbatos is the only person in existence to even begin to comprehend the FNaF lore. This is because nobody else in the three realms could process it all without immediately combusting from the sheer amount of har har har har har har har har har har har har har har har har har har.
The burden of this forbidden knowledge leads to sleepless nights where only one single thought plagues Barbatos’ mind: was that truly the bite of ‘87?
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hakirachan · 7 months
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Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #39
*POV: Diavolo snuck out again*
MC: You guys stay here, I will find Diavolo.
MC: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone. 
Barbatos: Oh, please. We're not children. 
*MC leaves* 
Barbatos: …
Barbatos, casually: Eat shit and die. 
Solomon, also casually: Yes, fuck you.
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misc-obeyme · 5 months
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MC: Hey, Barbatos. Can you stop time?
Barbatos: Why do you ask?
MC: I’m exhausted and I really need to take a nap for a few hours, but I have too much going on.
Barbatos: I fear it would be quite irresponsible of me to stop the flow of time so that you may nap, MC.
MC: What if you took a nap with me?
Barbatos: I am not Belphegor. I’m afraid that tactic will not work on me.
MC: *sighing in disappointment* Okay. I'll ask Solomon. He might know a spell or something. And he'll definitely agree to nap with me.
Barbatos: …
Moments later, Barbatos found himself in his bed with MC cuddled up against him, snoozing peacefully. He mentally scolded himself for giving in so easily while his arms and tail tightened around MC protectively.
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nyanashima · 11 months
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Breakfast in Bed (Undateables Edition)
finally finishing this ask!! the brothers version is right here
Content warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and domesticity
Diavolo 
Diavolo has a busy schedule, so he can’t afford to lounge in bed often. Because of this, he only really has breakfast in bed when he’s sick.
When you bring him breakfast, he tips his head in confusion. You’ll have to explain to him that sometimes people do this for their loved ones, just because.
Once you do, he lights up. What a sweet gesture!
He’ll ask you to sit with him, and he makes sure you’ve eaten before he starts. He’d be more than happy to share with you either way.
Loves whatever you made, even if it’s burnt toast and a rock-solid egg. You went out of your way (and likely fought Barbatos) to do something nice for him. To say Dia’s soft is a massive understatement.
“Come to think of it, I believe my father mentioned doing this for my mother once… I never thought I would get to experience it myself. Thank you, MC. You truly make this castle feel more like a home.”
Barbatos 
Much like Lucifer, Barbatos is up at the crack of dawn. You’ll have to be up real early to catch him still in bed.
This right here is an ‘acts of service’ man. Most of his life is about making others’ days easier, and he takes pride in it. Needless to say, it’s rare for him to be on the receiving end of such treatment.
At first, he’s a little uncomfortable because he’s not used to people seeing him in such a state. He’s in his pj’s, with bed head and drool on his pillow– yes, he is not as graceful a sleeper as one might think.
But then you sit on his bed, smiling and lovingly fixing some stray hairs, looking at him like he’s the world? Lord, he might just faint.
Maybe a little vulnerability is fine, actually, for the sake of love and domesticity.
Barbatos cups your cheek and pulls you down to kiss your forehead. His smile is unpolished, wide, and genuine.
“Thank you, my dear. It smells wonderful… May I be selfish and ask you to stay with me a while?”
Solomon
Bold of you to assume he even went to bed
Solomon is asleep at his desk when you find him, drooling on an old spellbook.
Extremely disoriented when you wake him up. He takes a minute to fully understand his surroundings, doing half-hearted stretches.
Once he’s somewhat conscious, he gives you a dopey grin and takes your hand with his eyes half-closed. You can see him mouth the word “morning,” but no sound comes out.
His mouth makes a little “o” when he sees what you made for him. He turns to you with wide, soft eyes– he doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives you says “really?”
He’s not blinking back tears you’re imagining things
Solo’s too sleepy to hide how he really feels. He tugs gently on your shirt to get you to lean down and plants a little kiss wherever he can reach. His voice is soft and slightly raspy from sleep.
“Thank you, MC… Let me wake up a little more, and I’ll return the favour.”
Simeon
Luke helped you cook whether you like it or not
Simeon wakes up once your side of the bed goes cold. He feels around for you and sits up when he realises you’re gone.
Shortly after, you and Luke waltz in with a tray, giggling at one another. Simeon feels Cupid’s arrow pierce his heart again, right then and there.
A rush of warmth fills his chest. Despite already being in a comfortable relationship with you, his stomach is in knots. Is this what having your own family is like?
His expression is the epitome of tenderness.
“Thank you, both of you. You know, MC, sometimes I think you’d make a good angel yourself.”
Luke 
Luke is thrilled when he finds out you packed his lunch.
Despite his insistence that he’s not a kid and can make his own, there are stars in his eyes when you hand it to him. 
The little man handles the container like glass while vibrating from excitement.
A picture of your cooking gets sent to Simeon and Barbatos later that day (NOT Solomon, lest he gets any ideas).
The next day, Luke packs you one in return and asks you to teach him some human-world recipes.
“Thank you so much!! Don’t pack a lunch tomorrow, okay? I want to make you something too!”
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kenmaiii · 1 year
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i want to see the three of them have a sleepover for scientific reasons
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Diavolo's sneezes are FREAKISHLY loud. You'll either get a heart attack or an obliterated eardrum from hearing them. Maybe both.
They're so sudden, too, that they actually startle Barbatos sometimes.
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