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[beels-burger-babe]

Lady Harlow Art

Ladies, Gentlemen, and Noblefolk,

Today, I have been blessed! The INCREDIBLE @absolutepokemontrash did some fanart of our old homegirl, the ultimate Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss, and one of my FIRST and only Obey Me OCs, the one, the only, Lady Harlow!!!

Oh I missed my bad ass, evil spider lady.

If you wish to learn about her, feel free to send an ask or read her story - The Facade of the Suitor

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[jinnoit]

nicknames

Harlow is one that keeps to themself A LOT. In the beginning of their story, I have them really just sticking to themself and trying not to catch any extra attention. They even have a cross necklace they wear to RAD to make sure everyone keeps far away from them. So, it stands to reason that though they got fairly close to the brothers, they still kept their distance (at least for a few weeks, first letting their guard down with either Mammon or Asmodeus) and didn’t really develop affectionate nicknames for the people they met in the Devildom. So I made some up anyways.

Demon Bros + Sides getting nicknames from Harlow

Lucifer- no nicknames to his face, but refers to him as Big Brother from like the novel 1984. No one gets the reference at first until Satan actually reads the book. They let it slip when Lucifer's around once and instantly he knows they mean him. "I didn't know you saw me as a brother figure, Harlow," "Nah, if anything, i see you as a bother figure, amiright?" proceeds to get ass beat into next week. Harlow still says it from time to time.

Mammon- again, no nicknames to his face at first, but they jokingly say to Levi ONCE: "Yeah I'd have to shake off the Onceler first." Satan and Levi both get the reference and the three of them just sort of devolve into giggles when talking around mammon and referring to him as "onceler" or "oncie". Mammon remains confused and thinks it's just a human insult. Levi- weeb. nothing else to explain. peeves him off quite a bit. Satan- Harlow wouldn't dare make up any nicknames about him behind his back, but would call him "catboy" from time to time to get his attention. they have also developed the ability to dodge random flying objects. Asmodeus- they are head over heels for each other, so they call him every petname under the (implied Devildom) sun. At first it's normal stuff like "dear" or "sweatheart" or "my love" but they eventually devolve into "my greenbean" or "sugar booger" and their personal favorite "my fine china" and Asmo just loves them all, reciprocating in kind but his get more grandiose. It gets to the point where they never refer to each other by their real names ever again except maybe sexytimes bc asmo is just that vain Beelzebub- they call him Beel just like everyone else, but Harlow's midwestern culture would get to them and start calling him bubba or bubby or bub. Not only because the last syllable in his name is literally -bub but also because he's a lil brother figure to Harlow. He goes uwu every time it happens because Harlow doesn't really want to use his nicknames around the other brothers, lest they catch on. Belphegor- none because Harlow doesn’t like him. even if they were able to [spoilers] they likely wouldn’t be close. Diavolo- at first Harlow is scared to call him anything other than Lord Diavolo but after some time getting to know him, Diavolo reassured them that it’s okay to drop the Lord title when speaking casually. After even more time, Harlow just starts calling him Dia and he delights in it like oh golly gee i have a nickname now Barbatos- no nicknames for Barbatos bc Harlow thinks it unprofessional, but they refer to him as Barbz in their head forever solidifying their association of Nicki Minaj and the demon butler. If they ever got into Black Butler maybe perhaps they’d think of Sebastian or Claude as well. Neither of these ever come out in conversation. Simeon- again, no nicknames would naturally arise out of their acquaintanceship. If they do become friends tho, they might not-so jokingly refer to each other as spouse because of the immediate need to parent Luke. “Husband darling, our son is looking for you.” (In a 1950s housewife accent) “I am in the dining room, my lovely spouse.” (Might just be unrequited love on Simeon’s side. Ouch I just hurt myself.) Luke- wants to take him seriously at first, so they don’t use any nicknames at all. But over time they would probably call him bubba when he’s around. When he’s not around, it’s “our son” or “our child” and Simeon just gets a kick out of it. Solomon- no nicknames because that’s not the kind of friendship they have at first, but MAYBE the occasional “bro” or “dude”. MAYBE EVEN “old man” when they’re specially feeling like being a nuisance.

#obey me mc #omswd harlow #omswd mc #obey me #benoit's writings #wtf happened to the formatting

[beels-burger-babe]

awhile ago i mentioned making a shitting crossover between lady Harlow and sisters keeper

I'm imagining this is happening years after the events of sisters keeper so ooh look co-parenting, fluff

cures pokemon for making me think of purple whenever i think of toxic

Harlow looks like she has a long neck, I'd like to apologize

"you have not passed the vibe check therefore your fingers are forfeit."

dammit Satan

part of me would like to apologize, this was part experimental and part passion project that was done in-between other projects I literally cant put off

I am SCREAMING!!! HOLY SHIT BATCAT!

You got Harlow PERFECT! She is STUNNING! And the art of her and Luci! And then Harper's reaction to her, I can't! It's amazing!

And of course Satan rewarding her at the end 💜💜 Love it so fucking much! Thank you! I'm so so honored to be blessed by your art of my fics. It's just crazy

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[beels-burger-babe]

Question, does Solomon know of the original Lady Harlow arc? Was he around for it/Did Asmo ever tell him about it?

He wasn't in the Devildom when it happened, but Asmo has DEFINITELY told him about when he was drunk once.

So he knows about it, and part of him is curious to meet her

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[jinnoit]

I Missed You.

just some Aslow (Asmo and Harlow) stream of consciousness writing

feedback welcome. might add this to my canon divergence/correction fic that i have yet to name

Warnings: brief mention of suicide ideation, talk of scars.

“Harlow, you’re-” “What? What about me, Asmodeus?” “Back.”

Harlow, now fully aware of their strange appearance for the first time since coming back to the Devildom. The last time they were in Diavolo’s castle, they looked and carried themself completely different from how they did now. Back then, it was fear and uncertainty that powered their walk, but now... not it was replaced by anger and pain.

Ever since they sacrificed themself for Belphegor that night, Harlow had fought for their life on the streets of the human world, running from the likes of maniacal mundane cultists and magical law keepers alike. Every wound, scar, and injury contained the words ‘I am sorry, Asmo. This is how I die.’ And yet, each morning they were alive long enough to outrun their pursuers.

Night after night, Harlow had dreamed of the moment they could return down here, but never considered that it actually would happen--the terms that Diavolo had laid out the night of their banishment sounded rather... final. Someone had to be punished for Belphegor and Lucifer’s crimes and Harlow had volunteered: they were the reason everyone was in this mess, right?

But any moment the memory returned to the front of Harlow’s mind, they cursed.

Leaving was one of their greatest regrets.

And considering the hell they went through in the human realm, it was no wonder that Harlow considered expediting their journey to hell in any attempt to see the Devildom one more time-though Diavolo’s terms had made it very clear that they likely could never come back in any form. Meaning: as long as Harlow remained unrepentant of their sins, their soul would remain in the human realm for all of eternity.

At least it would give them a chance to see Asmo again, as small as the possibility would be.

But it seemed waiting it out paid off. Harlow stood at the base of the grand staircase after returning only minutes ago, and all they could see in the large doorway was the most beautiful creature in all the Devildom, glowing as brightly as ever. Their mind drew a blank, once again aware of every single ugly scar on their body. The body that the Avatar of Lust had previously praised for being so untouched and clear, among other things. The magical scars that remained from countless struggles to the death came alive again, pressing into their flesh as if to remind them ‘You have changed too much. He no longer knows who you are.’

Despite this, Harlow’s feet started to carry them his direction, and Asmo did the same. He seemed to pick up speed as a strange feeling welled up in Harlow’s chest and almost closing their throat. Asmodeus had broken into a full-on sprint while they had to stop and brace for the impact of the demon nearly flying right into their arms. His weight nearly knocked Harlow’s breath out, but they managed to keep their balance. They buried their face into his jacket, taking in his familiar perfume again and failing to fight back their tears. It was when Asmo pulled away from the hug first that Harlow realized he was talking a mile-a-minute.

“...and all we had was Solomon’s reports on your position-” “Asmo...” “-I was so worried every time he said you got hit-” “Asmo-” “-As soon as I sensed you were nearby I came straight here-” “Asmodeus.”

The utterance of his full name caused the demon to stop talking. Harlow studied his eyes for any sign of rejection or distaste at their different appearance, but there was none of that. What they saw was the same look he had given that time they had visited Diavolo’s castle together, the day they had made their pact. His hand held their face and wiped at the tears that were falling, offering a warm smile, a loving smile.

The feeling that Harlow had missed most was being in Asmo’s arms.

It seemed he felt the same.

He leaned forward to and touched their foreheads together in the first moment of happiness that Harlow had experienced in a year.

“I missed you so much,” Harlow whispered, barely holding back a sob.

“I missed you, too.”

#omswd fic #omswd harlow #omswd asmo #omswd mc x asmo #otp: aslow #benoit's writings

[jinnoit]

Harlow’s (my OM!SWD mc) relationships summed up:

Diavolo: Fuck Me (respectfully) Barbatos: Nothing BUT respect Lucifer: Fuck You (disrespectfully) Mammon: *headpats* Levi: Fucking Weeb (derogatory) Satan: Bestie vibes only! Bestie vibes only! Asmo: Fuck Me Beelzebub: You Have Done Nothing Wrong Ever In Your Life and I Love (platonic) You Belphegor: Fuck you in particular (disrespectfully) Simeon: Forgive me father for I have Sinned Luke: A Child! No! Solomon: Bro... <3

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[jinnoit]

harlow and asmo...... legendary couple

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[jinnoit]

im not drunk but i aint sober

demon brothers X harlow interaction lessGOOOOOO started as a funny idea and then it turned angsty. Harlow’s a bit of a meaniehead

CW: alcohol, swearing, drunkenness below

It’s Saturday evening and all the residents of the House of Lamentation were gathered in sitting room letting loose and having some drinks. Since demonus didn’t really work on Harlow, they were content with just sipping their non-alcoholic lemonade on the couch, watching and giggling at the rest of the brothers slowly unwinding. Lucifer was holding his own, of course, Mammon and Asmodeus were arguing about what music to play, Leviathan was loudly monologuing to a rosy-faced yet grumpy Satan about Ruri-chan’s cultural significance, while Beel and Belphie were playing a miniature version of demonus pong.

Overall, it was shaping up to be a fun night of watching the brothers stumble about, and Harlow could see the blackmail potential in all of it. What they didn’t expect was Lucifer pulling out a bottle of human vodka. He knew exactly what kind to get, as well as enough lemonade to pair with it. After a few drinks caused by losing a few games, Harlow found their filter was completely gone. And what everyone didn’t know was that Harlow was more than a little spicy... As the party started winding down, a tipsy yet-still-in-control Lucifer had started rounding everyone (all who were extremely inebriated) to the couches and chairs to ensure they would all be at least a little comfortable when they inevitably pass out. Everyone else was easy to round up, but the human was proving difficult. “Don’t touch me!” they spat at him. “Motherfucker, you’re fucking weird and mean and thinking you’re fair but AAAALLLLL your brothers are scared of you and afraid to cross you, but you know what?”

Lucifer quirked a brow. This was actually mildly irritating, but they were clearly drunk and therefore couldn’t be held accountable for their words. “What?” he egged them on. Harlow, the 5′8 human being, skinny as a flagpole, jabbed him in the chest and scrunched up their face, grumbling, “You’re both a bitch and a motherfucker and I am not afraid of you. I’ll fight you in a Denny’s parking lot any day.” After Lucifer managed to convince Harlow to sit down next to a very clearly rowdy Mammon, they sat up the moment he turned around. Mammon, tried to slur together some kind of sentence. Harlow quickly rounded on him, “Mammon, I’ll give you credit because you’re not as stupid as your brothers say you are but sometimes I wonder if you have any braincells left at all.”

This earned a giggle fit from Levi from the other couch, but ohhhh no. It was his turn. Harlow spun around and pointed their finger at him with the same rage and fire that had sparked the whole outpouring of anger. “And you! What the hell are you even talking about half the time? Raru-chan or whatever she is? I lose track the moment you open your mouth and would it kill you to take a shower more than once a week?”

Satan burst out in laughter next Levi, clearly enjoying this whole roasting session. “They’re right though,” he managed through fits of laughter that were halted abruptly when he found Harlow’s face right in his. “You think you’re soOOoO much better than all the rest of us don’t you? The superiority complex isn’t cute. Reading books doesn’t make you better than the rest of us.” All that earned was a pout from blonde. Harlow felt their throat drying out from all their rambling and tried to drink their vodka lemonade, but a well-manicured pink and green hand covered the top of the cup before it could make it to their lips. Harlow looked up to see the blushing face of their love, Asmodeus. He looked worried, but this only enraged Harlow further. “And you, Asmo. You’re the literal love of my life and I would bed you at any given moment but your narcissism is so fucking infuriating it’s hard to believe you know I exist, like all the time. Now let me have my drink--”

“Babe--”

Harlow managed to pull the drink from Asmo’s grasp and take a gulp before making eye contact with Beel, who had taken his seat on the other side of Mammon. He gasped sharply and looked away, trying to avoid any conflict at all, but Harlow had already set their sights on him. “Beelzebub,” they started, climbing on to his lap (to Asmo’s dismay), “Beel, sweetie you have never done anything wrong EVER in your life and I love you.” The orange haired demon relaxed a bit, though he wondered why Harlow spared him from their wrath.

He didn’t have long to think about it though, because as Belphegor came back in with more pillows, Harlow might have launched over the side of the couch. Who knows what would have happened if Beel hadn’t held them back. Thrashing about as Beel maneuvered to get them out of the room, they shouted, “FUCK YOU BELPHEGOR YOU COWARD! YOU MURD--” “Please, Harlow,” Beel said to the still-thrashing human in his arms, “please just calm down? None of that was very cool at all.” Harlow, of course, resisted as long as they could before the nausea started to set in a few moments later, followed by the realization of what they had said to the brothers. “I think... I’ll just head to bed then. Uh... tell the others good night for me?”

“Yeah. Goodnight, see you later.”

And they went their separate ways.

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