#obey me gender neutral mc

Me: *trying to draw merman Mammon and pirate MC just for fun*

Also me: *notices that 11/11 is Pocky Day out of nowhere* oh cool…WAIT IT’S TODAY-

I know I’m once again late, but at least not so much this time. And yes, I’m aware this sketch is very ugly and messy,but I drew everything in a rush due to having another project in progress (which is a Obey Me mermaid AU doodle…even if it isn’t summer anymore-). Anyway here’s a messy digital sketch of Mammon and MC (Camy) being dorks on Pocky Day,even wasting their last pocky out of embarrassment…but that’s not gonna stop Mammon from getting his kisses:

And well…that’s ita bit cringe I guess,but I didn’t have other ideas in mind. In any case,I hope you still enjoyed it,please have a nice day night and stay safe everyone!

I’m late as always,but that’s not really a surprise anymore…Anyway-

We saw the seven brothers and the undateables getting to celebrate Halloween with MC,but what if MC’s classmates wanted to have some fun with them too?Maybe even with matching costumes,unlike the demon brothers?

Well here they are,all ready to steal MC’s attention away from everyone else~

(These relationships with MC can be seen as either romantic or platonic,it’s up to you)

Zuri and MC:

Domnra(+Mobim) and MC:

Azul and MC:

Demya and MC:

Odon and MC:

Bonus: comments on MCs costumes

Clover(Slenderwoman): “You can try to be as spooky as you want Clover,but you will always be a cinnamon roll” @hyper-super-clover

Violet(witch[?]): “Stunning as always Violet, do we need to say more?” @tokamiart

Camy(Samara): “That is the laziest effort made on a Halloween costume we have ever seen Camy, what the hell-”

And that’s all, happy late Halloween I guessI hope you enjoyed, have a nice day/night and stay safe everybody! ✨

So I came across this post by @ai-dev and it got me thinking:

So…here I am!

[ includes: angst, death, mentions of blood, trauma ]

[ A/N: This is written from their personalities and characters in Lesson 16. They came to know MC much more intimately afterwards. These are just my thoughts and in no way are to be equated to the canonical events. ]

• LUKE is absolutely aghast. Anyone who had spent even a minute in the same room as him knew about how deep his hatred for the demon kind ran, but it stung nonetheless. He was still an angel in the making, and even though he might not have not known MC for that long or that well, he had wanted to. From the moment they stood up for him, he had developed an innocent attachment that grew deeper over the days. His habit of quick association often got him reprimanded in the Celestial Realm, but for the first time he understood why. Because it stung. Like being stabbed in the chest with a jagged glass shard. It stung because he lost the person he wanted to care for, and even more when he was the one to blame. Angels were meant to be pure inside and out, but the venom targeted towards demons that now brewed in his heart charred its walls. But there was only so much of one emotion his little body could handle, so the moment he was done raging he broke down into fits of unsuccessfully suppressed sobs. All while his guardian angel cradled him in his arms…
• …speaking of who, was in deep conflict. SIMEON hadn’t known them for long, but he could tell that their soul was salubrious. He had been reigning himself from indulging too much, but his heart knew only to resist temptations, not the kindness and warmth they approached him with. And before he knew it, they had become fast friends. They were such a wonderful being, full of dreams, ambitions and a brightness that seemed to follow them everywhere. But it wasn’t just them he was reaching out to, it was to his long lost brothers as well. But when they all made it ample clear with both their words and actions that they wanted to have nothing to do with their former home anymore, Simeon couldn’t put in words how anguished he felt. He never hated them for what they did; if anything, deep down he had always lamented his cowardice that stopped him from joining them. Until now, their demonic natures had seemed like something very far away, for in his eyes they were still the same brothers he had lost, as if they had never disappeared in the first place. But now that something had happened which shoved reality in his face, Simeon didn’t know what to do. He was hanging onto a thin string between denial and remorse. He can only look on at his fellow tenant, who keeps alternating between staring out of the window and at Luke’s tiny form…
• …SOLOMON is no stranger to death. Indifference is expected from a being cursed with immortality. But despite having associated with a multitude of creatures throughout the course of his peculiar life, at his very core he still functioned with the fickleness of a human. Because that is something he once was; destructible, volatile. Somedays he doesn’t care, some days he does. He does feel upset over the gloom MC’s demise had brought upon, but he doesn’t feel like it’s his place to avenge their death or anything. He didn’t know them that well, having only had fleeting conversations with them. But they were enough to paint an overall good picture of them, good enough to feel that they didn’t deserve the hand fate had dealt them with. All he can do is keep moving, the way he always has and the way he always will.