POV: You Are Lucifer That One Episode Of ObeyMe!

*five shiny black lacquered boxes appear on the doorstep of the Anderson mansion. Each one has one of the boys' names engraved on the top. Inside are chocolate replicas of their dicks. Sam's is coated in green candy*

Okay which one of you fucks from the Discord chat last night sent this because if you think I’m gonna make my Boys eat their own dicks cast in chocolate you’re absolutely right down the hatch fuckbois.

Anonymous said to incorrect-seduce-me: Soo um Damien can you pretty please tell me what is the dirtiest aka smutty thing James has dreamed about I swear is for science *blush*

Damien perked up at the question, and a strangely peevish glint flickered in his eye. He smiled, and scooted in closer to the table with both hands cupping his mug of cold apple cider.

“You really wanna know, huh?”

He grinned wider and giggled, glancing around to make sure his brothers weren’t within earshot. He beckoned you to sit at the table with him, and he chuckled again.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to lie about why you want to know,” He tapped his temple twice and winked. “I can hear you, remember?

“Don’t worry, a lot of people think he’s attractive. And he knows it, too,” Damien added with a playfully annoyed tone. “His dreams, though… Right… James can control his dreams sometimes, so he can sometimes focus in on things he likes and wants. But wet dreams are fairly subjective, so… Hmm.”

Damien took a moment to look you over, observed your demeanor, and reflected on how you had asked him for the information you wanted. He took another sip of his cider.

“I think… you wouldn’t like his dirtiest dream. I mean, it weirds me out a little. Weirds out Mika too.” He spoke all this into his mug, the cup giving each word a little porcelain resonance. Another soft slurp. “I don’t judge him though. That wouldn’t be fair.

“Instead, I think you’d like this dream better. It was a while ago, but… well. He still thinks about it now and then.

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Once upon a time…

Sandra(MC): The moon is really beautiful tonight.

Damien: It really is.

Matthew: *Whispering* Should we tell them that’a just tortilla you threw at the window?

Sam: No.

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@fivelosersandaqueen I’m sorry

For those of you who follow the Stuart Semple and Anish Kapoor feud, (which you can read about here) Semple recently had his kickstarter for Black 3.0 100% funded!

Black 3.0 is an updated version to his very popular Black 2.0 which was invented as a way to give the public access to a cheap and effective black that rivals Vantablack, a pigment monoplozied by Anish Kapoor.

(*and no kapoor can’t buy this one either)

Okay okay. If we can't get a detailed description if then eating it, can we at least see their reaction to the boxes? Please :3

Sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh I guuuueeessss 😏

James cocks a brow when he examines his box. It looks fancy, whatever it is. An expensive gift from Mika, perhaps? An admirer?Then he opens it, and his eyes bulge.

Erik, too, examines his box with a quizzical knot in his brow, though he’s smiling. Surely it’s something decadent from a fan. He has many, after all. If his name is on it, then it must be something personalized.Erik opens his box and it takes him a moment to fully process and piece together what he’s seeing. A chocolate dick. Sweet Satan. It’s his dick isn’t it. It is. How was this made? Erik catches himself suppressing laughter. He could think of someone to give this to…

Sam doesn’t show it but he kinda feels bad that someone got him something this fancy-looking. He’s not the type who can appreciate fancy-looking shit. That’s James’ whole schtick. He hopes it’s something he can actually use.When he opens it, he sees it in all its green phallic glory for all of a second before dead-ass dropping it on the ground and walking away, looking like a man who has been dead inside for years. And yes, the candy-coated chocolate cock cracked when it hit the ground.

Matthew is bristling and bouncing on his heels as he opens his. Someone got him something nice! Someone spent money on him! He bets its gonna be something great. He doesn’t know what, but it’s gotta be! It has his name on it! There’s gold! By sheer virtue of it being a gift it’s great of course, but now he’s dying to see—Holy Shit It’s A Penis. Made Out Of Chocolate. Oh Beelz It’s His Penis. That… that’s his penis sculpted in chocolate holy shit that’s GREAT!!!! He’s gonna get the tallest glass of milk he can pour; this bad boy isn’t lasting a day.

Damien doesn’t remember hearing anyone drop them off, and he can already hear that it isn’t from Mika. What could this be? It’s in black and gold which is… a bit of a mixed message. Commoner and Crown Prince colors. Strange…He cautiously lifts the lid. And slams it shut, hunching in on himself and spewing a laugh through his teeth like an elephant, eyes frantic in his incredulity. Damien actually lowers to his knee and covers his face with an arm, wheezing, turning pink in the face. Eventually he scrambles for his phone and takes a picture for his snapchat. -Spit-roast for the sweet-tooth.-

I can’t believe I hid my art for all of these 😖😖he’s also in a dress in this one but I hate drawing legs.

Almost broke my finger I retweeted that so hard.