#asmo space

[asmo-ds]

*kisses her vaginal opening while she’s on her period* “please stop… for me?”

#asmo space

[onyourowndaisymae]

cool about it

just some little drabble-esque musings about the angst of being the attendant to people who don't know you like you know them

content + warnings: angsty, some romantic coding but nothing explicitly indicating a relationship/interest, nightbringer timeline

Once, I took your medication to know what it's like And now I have to act like I can't read your mind I ask you how you're doing and I let you lie

But we don't have to talk about it I can walk you home and practice method acting I'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning Tellin' you it's nice to see how good you're doing Even though we know it isn't true

{cool about it, boygenius}

life carries on.

the world still spins, the sun still rises, and the devildom grows busy with the hustle and bustle of demons. they laugh and cry and hug and party just as you remember they should. it's thousands of years before you're even a sprout in your own family tree, but you don't get a say in the way that time moves forward.

the demon brothers aren't how you remember them-- then again, you never met them shortly after the fall, did you? what a strange feeling, loving someone who's a stranger to you now...

mammon tries to be nonchalant as he steps in front of you again, shielding your body from the chaos of his family's antics. there's a strange sense of protectiveness he feels over you, even though he knows damn well you're a capable demon. but being around you leaves his head devoid of all reason. he craves you like flowers crave rain in early spring, like the dead of night craves the gentle kiss of dawn. he's glued to your side as you drift from room to room, fulfilling your attendant duties with care. there's just something about you that makes him need you. he needs to be your favorite, your closest demon, the one you think of first when anything happens. he wants to be be good enough to earn your approval-- if that ends with him humiliating himself just to get a smile from you, then he considers it time well spent.

levi hears your voice echo down the hallway, and it makes him flinch. is that your laughter? his ear presses against the cold wood to listen in. envy stirs in his gut, makes his tail flick impatiently against the wood as he strains to hear you. he certainly doesn't care about a normie demon like you. so what if you helped him keep snake? so what if he's jealous of how easily his brothers have made their way to your good side? you make him feel things he'd never thought he'd be able to feel. so... just hang out with him, alright? just sit near him and talk about snake and let him pretend for just a moment that you want to hang out with him as much as he does you.

beelzebub smiles at you from the kitchen counter, watching you curiously as mammon and asmo toddle after you. you gather ingredients from the fridge-- strangely colored, odd, completely native to the devildom-- and lay them out on the counter. then you carefully show that what to do with each ingredient, what they pair best with, what they're supposed to taste like when prepared correctly. his brothers watch wide-eyed, fascinated as you cook scary ingredients into delicious food. beel doesn't blame them. you feel like home. you're a warm hug, a nice meal, a shoulder to lean on as things get rough. he doesn't question his fondness towards you. you're just... special. he doesn't want to question what makes you feel so nice to be around-- he'd rather just bask in your warmth, like a child savoring the summer sun.

asmodeus' lips curl into a grin each time he bounds towards you. his words are honey, his expression the sweetest confection as he dotes on you. he eyes you with curiosity. you are a puzzle to him, a mix of familiarity and newness that has him wondering if he'd met you before in some previous life. he can't get enough of you, and yet, he doesn't know why. he wants a spot at every table next to you, an invitation to every event you attend, a reason to stick by your side as much as he wants to. you're something special to him. he doesn't exactly know why his heart races when you brush his hair off of his face or admire his nails when he shows you, but he's excited to find out.

satan knows rage very well. it's who he is, a fundamental part of his being like the color of his eyes or the barbs of his tail. yet when he's around you, his anger quiets-- once a snarling beast, he's reduced to a curious feline in your presence. what are you doing? why? he skulks behind you in the shadows to observe your daily happenings. he wants to analyze you. if he could pin you between microscope slides and study you as closely as he'd like, he would. you fascinate him. his wrath is a wildfire, destructive and all consuming... but around you, he finds himself to be a lit fireplace. always capable of danger, but content crackling beside you to keep you warm.

belphegor curls into his spot on the couch with a smile knowing you're nearby. the room just feels a little lighter when you're there to wrangle his older brothers. the fire crackles pleasantly, intermingling with your voice as you lecture one of his brothers outside the library. your footsteps sound louder, now, and he peeks one of his eyelids open to see your feet nearby. there's a few shuffling noises before he feels the pleasant weight of a blanket draped over his "sleeping" body. that's you. you're an old knitted afghan, familiar and cozy yet new all the same. he doesn't understand why he feels so comfortable around you. but he's never been one to question his blessings-- he waits until you leave to get cozy under the covers.

lucifer regards you with a chilliness that makes your teeth chatter. his eyes are hard as he watches you scurry about, dealing with his brothers' nonsense. his gaze is always piercing, his lips in a hard line to prevent them from curling into a sneer. just because he's a demon now doesn't mean that he embraces others-- especially not lower level demons like you. he doesn't trust you or your intentions. why do you feel so familiar? why do your smiles make him feel fuzzy inside, like he holds some unseen fondness for you? he doesn't know you! there's no reason he should gravitate towards you, and yet, he does. and it scares the shit out of him. so he'll keep putting walls between you and him until he understands the extent of your emotional sorcery.

your heart breaks a little more with each and every interaction. it's hard to put on an aloof persona to tend to the brothers' needs, but you do it. you do it because you love them. you plaster on a fake smile and walk through the doors of the house of lamentation with your head held high. if you stand tall enough, maybe you can avoid drowning in the memories you've made here in another life. you can act your way through each interaction, saying all the right things and being what they need at this time in their lives.

maybe, just maybe, you can help them become the demons you love so dearly in your own time-- even if that means breaking your own heart with each fake smile.

#songfic haters this is NOT a safe space for you #technically this is barely a songfic but. still #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #otome #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader

[l3viat8an]

OKAY LAST ONE FOR THE DAY FOR ME

what if solomon majorly fucked up a spell and made the brothers and other dateables (excluding solomon ofc) into children? the chaos mc and him would have to go through for the week or so until the spell wore off. but consider even more: this happening during nb SO LIKE EXTRA DOMESTIC LIFE WITH SOLOMON idk makes me all warm and fuzzy inside!

- 🍵💕

MC ISNT GOING TO SLEEP FOR THE WEEK!!

Omfg it’s just one crying baby after another 😭

Solomon tries to help!!! He does!! but all the boys want MC!!! So they all cry whenever Solo tries to hold them and even worse Solomon tries to cook 💀 rip you the diapers that night were a nightmare on the bright side Solomon’s cooking knocks the om!babies out for a bit!! and you can just enjoy watching them sleep in their little baby beds!

#you’ll have to constantly separate them of Levi and Mammon will have temper tantrums and rip each other’s hair out- #Lucifer is a bossy / fussy baby and Diavolo giggles at absolute everything!! #Barbatos is also a bossy baby but he’s too busy trying to kill Solomon with his mind to do anything else #Satan is just Satan but small and give Asmo a mirror and he’ll space out!- #obey me! #obey me #om! #ro rambles #obey me kids

[xiaoalexy]

if he won't warp space itself for me i don't want him

#xa #nightbringer #obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me! #om #obey me lucifer #lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #i like Lucifer so much i need help #but look at that #i want someone to warp space itself for me

[house-of-daena]

me to dottore + segments

#» asmo talks about wife #my head is in a dark space. #but i am writing something #actually i plan writing 3 things today... wish me luck

[babyminty]

Cg Asmodeus/Little Lucifer

Lucifer entered the House of Lamentation's living room, a little Mammon following behind. Lucifer saw Beel and Belphie sitting on the couch. "Beel?" He called. Beel looked up, spotting his oldest brother. "Yes, Lucifer?" He asked. "Can you look after Mammon? He's little right now, and I have something I need to do." Lucifer told him. "Sure." Beelzebub replied. "But I'm also looking after a little Belphie who will not let me get up nor let me go."

"That's fine." The eldest answered. "Mams is sleepy anyways." He said as Mammon left his side and went to cuddle up to Beel and Belphie, yawned and fell asleep. Beel was now sandwiched between the sleeping littles, not darling to move. Satan, who neither of the two had known had been there, now spoke up. "Why can't you look after Mammon, you and geezer?" He sneered. "Mind your own business, brat." Lucifer shot back, and with that, left the room, leaving a slightly stunned Beel and a tearing up, quickly regressing Satan in his wake.

Satan started sobbing. Levi an Asmo, hearing the commotion, walked into the room and started to help calm the now three distraught littles. "What happened?" Leviathan asked once all three mentally younger demons had calmed down and were now cuddled up to both him and Beel on the couch. "Lucifer called Satan a brat, and he started crying, which made the other two cry." Beel informed him. "Oh." Asmo started to glare. Out of all his brothers, he was closest to Satan, and though he loved his eldest brother, platonicly, of course, he was not going to let this slide.

After making sure that his expression wouldn't cause him any wrinkles, he went up the stairs towards Lucifer's office where he thought he would be, for he was supposedly 'busy.' When he wasn't there, Asmo headed towards Lucifer's bedroom. When he got there, he knocked on the door, but when there was no reply, he went inside anyway.

He was not expecting to find what he found. Lucifer was huddled up under a really fluffy looking black blanket in the furthest corner of the room away from Asmodeus, sucking on a pacifier and cuddling a beige lamb stuffie to his chest. 'He's a little?' Asmo thought, surprised. He knew his second, third, fourth and seventh brothers were flips, meaning they regressed, but sometimes looked after littles whilst not regressed, but he didn't know his first brother was one too.

"Luci?" Asmo said, slowly approaching his mentally younger brother. Luci saw him approaching, and tears started to prick his eyes. "'m-'m sowwy!" He cried out around the paci. Asmodeus was not prepared for that but got over it quickly and began to attempt to calm the sobbing little. "Hey, hey. You didn't mean it. I know you didn't mean it. You were just stressed. You needed to regress, yes?" Asmo understood that he was apologizing for what he said to Satan, and they could sort that out later. All that mattered right now was to calm Lucifer down.

Lucifer listened, agreeing to the last part of Asmo's statement. He had calmed down easier than Asmo had expected, but that was a good thing, was it not? "Let's go to the others, okay?" Asmodeus asked Luci, holding his hand out for the other to take. Lucifer nodded, one hand holding his lamb and blanket to his chest, whilst his other hand accepted Asmo's, and they went back down towards the living room where their other brothers were.

All three regressors had entered an older headspace and were playing together. Satan was six, Mammon was five, and Belphegor was four. At the moment, Luci was three. When the two entered the room, everyone else went quiet, staring at Luci, who hid behind Asmo. "He regresses? Beel asked Asmo, surprised. "Yes." Asmo told him. "I also just found out."

Asmo turned towards the hiding little, whispering just loud enough for him to hear. "I think you need to apologize to someone." He whispered. Lucifer nodded softly, agreeing. He left Asmodeus' side, going towards Satan, who looked unsure of what to do as Luci approached him. "'m sowwy I cawd you names. 's no nice of me." Lucifer apologized, starting to tear up again. Satan, being mentally three years older than his brother, took on an older brother role, going to comfort him to make Luci feel better as well as in hopes that Lucifer's crying doesn't cause Belphie or Mams to start crying as well.

"'S okay. I forgive you. I'm sorry, too." Satan said whilst hugging his brother. Whilst this was going on, Belphie, who had tears forming in his eyes slightly due to the other's cries, had cuddled up against Beel and Levi, who had stayed on the couch, going to the two for comfort, shorty followed by Mammon, because he definitely was not going to miss out on cuddles if he could help it!

Lucifer calmed down once again, this time with the help of Satan. After he was calm, Asmo came up to his only two brothers who were not yet on the couch, asking if they would both like to join the rest of them. They agreed, and the rest of the day was spent cuddling and watching movies with the occasional babble when one of the brothers regressed younger.

#obey me lucifer #obey me agere #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me age regression #obey me asmodeus #asmo obey me #om! asmodeus #age regressor lucifer #caregiver asmodeus #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #agere #age regression #little space

[asmoteeth]

Um.. I also have a ss! hotshot au, it's a bit undeveloped, but I wanna see you doodle him, please. I LOVE THAT MANATEE SHAPE. also hc for SS! Heats:

(SS! Hotshot under the cut)

SS! HOTSHOT IS SO ADORABLE GOD HELP MEEEEEE

HES SO SILLY

he zoomies

the aftermath:

#asmo.txt #asmo asks #rescue bots academy hotshot #rescue bots heatwave #transformers rescue bots academy #rescue bots academy #rescue bots #dadwave #space slug heatwave

[selfrinsert]

early asmoris is sooooo fucked up

#rambles #”there must be something wrong with me!” yeah you’re falling in love IDIOT #Asmo/Ris: *says something affectionate* #Asmo/Ris: YOU LYING ASSHOLE- #they’re so similar that it could be either one #I still can’t get over the “there must be something wrong with me!” like genuine love and attachment is so foreign to him that when he feel #when he feels it he thinks something is WRONG WITH HIM #and it’s the same with Ris like they start feeling all warm and fuzzy when Asmo says something cute #and they’re like “FUCK. WHATS HAPPENING TO ME” #the way they take up 80% of my brain space and I still can’t articulate my thoughts about them well

[vampirecatprince]

Reposting this bc I'm still so proud of it

(even if I did end up having to very heavily reference a screenshot from The Sims 4 for the background)💀

#I like to make mock-ups of my characters living spaces in The Sims 4 #like a lot of stuff is going to eventually be different but it gives me a starting point #oh! this is also one of the few pictures I have of Precious (Asmo's goth painter roommate) #my ocs #my art

[belphieslilcow]

cassian is like a little lapdog and a dress up doll when thirteen and asmo take him out shopping

#cassian #thirteen: lets try some green eyeshadow on him! #asmo: whaaat no way i think a simple nude look would go great with this outfit #cassian sitting there spaced out: :)

[asmo-ds]

Dear Obey Me!: Shall we date? Developers,

give Dia more boob. Thank.

-the whole fandom

#obey me #asmo space

[warlordfelwinter]

Bottom of the Pit

more Celeste. not a backstory drabble, sometime amorphously later in Celeste's life. you know i just can't resist Big Snake. aka Asmodeus gets mad at Celeste for the first time

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Celeste hummed, staring down into the pit. He shuffled from foot to foot, trying to make up his mind. He'd been left somewhat unattended in Nessus. Not unattended, he would never be completely unattended in Baator, but unattended enough. 

Some part of him suspected it might be a test. It was odd, that Asmodeus would need all ten of his avatars elsewhere. Yet, he had promised to be quick with his business and had left Celeste to his own devices, trusting, perhaps, that he wouldn't do anything stupid. Or, more likely, knowing that he would. 

He was hiding something. He was hiding many things, but specifically he was hiding something here. Celeste watched the red waters of the Styx pour off the cliff into the seemingly bottomless ravine. He had asked where it went and he had received an unsatisfactory answer. That was unusual. He was under no delusions that Asmodeus always told him the truth, but usually his lies were better. 

So he hummed, a song his mother used to sing to him, and tried to make up his mind. He trusted Asmodeus, of course. A decision that everyone who cared about him told him was idiotic. But he did, regardless. He thought, also, that Asmodeus trusted him and he was reluctant to break that trust. But he was curious. Unbearably so. He wanted to see where the waters went, wanted to see what was at the bottom. And he knew he was, ultimately, safe here. Baator was dangerous, but not for him. It was a danger that Asmodeus had complete control over, and he would not allow Celeste to come to harm. 

So he took a breath, readying but not releasing that divine spark within himself, and leapt into the pit. 

CELESTE—

He fell through the darkness. The dim light of his halo flashed against the bloody water and the saturated rocks. The waterfall scattered down the cliff, fading to a trickle, and still he plummeted. 

Light flashed off of something else. Metallic? He released that energy like a breath he was holding, and golden luminescent wings flared from his back, bringing him to a halt. He looked up. The light of the sky of Nessus was no more than a faint fissure in the darkness above. How far had he fallen? He hummed and returned his attention to what he'd seen. 

He must be close to the bottom, he thought, if there were rock formations rising out of the dark. He flew closer, laying a hand on the smooth stone. It was warm and reflected his light in shades of red. He flew down a little, running his hand down the smooth expanse until it hit a crack. It was so… uniform. It was when he looked further and saw the tear that he realized it wasn't a crack. Not smooth stones. Scales. 

The air around him rumbled with a breath that he felt more than heard. Slow, deep. Massive. Celeste looked at the size of a single scale and his heart hammered in his chest. How large must the creature be to have a scale bigger than he was? 

It was wounded, that much was clear from the multitude of weeping gashes he could see. He shuddered to think of what could harm something so large. 

Celeste flew up, already a bit tired. He wouldn't be able to maintain his wings for much longer but he thought he could get back to the surface. He'd satisfied his curiosity enough for now.

Something shifted and he halted, realizing in the faint light that he could see variation in the scales. Ridges. Horns. So big he could hardly comprehend the scale. And then, an eye opened. 

Celeste froze, caught in the gaze of a slitted pupil ten times taller than he was. The iris around it was shades of red and orange and yellow, almost like flame, and… familiar. 

It was at that moment that the divine energy left him. The light of his wings vanished and he fell with a startled noise. Even within his panic, Celeste saw the eye above him widen slightly. The creature moved with alarming speed for its incomprehensible size and Celeste hit something. 

It wasn't the ground, it was too soon. He pushed himself up onto his knees and sat, looking up. It took a moment for his mind to adjust to what he was seeing, to make sense of what it wanted to believe was landscape. It wasn't. It was… muzzle. He was kneeling on the face of the gigantic serpent. Eyes flicked inward, briefly, focusing on him, and then looked away. Air rushed past as the creature lifted its head and rested it back on a rock formation. Celeste could see an endless expanse of scaled body below them, winding around the rocks, disappearing into darkness, injured and bleeding. 

A rumbled sigh escaped the creature as it settled back onto its perch, and those eyes closed. Celeste sat, unmoving, shaking. It had… saved him? 

"You have no idea what you've just done."

Celeste turned, startled but relieved, to see Asmodeus behind him. He stood, moving toward him, and stopped when he saw the look on his face. Cold and barely disguised fury. 

"Dea…" Celeste said hesitantly. "I—"

Asmodeus held up a hand and Celeste felt his voice get choked in his throat. He stepped back, nervous for the first time in Asmodeus' presence. He had never compelled Celeste before, never used his magic against him. 

"I told you not to concern yourself with this," he said, voice low. "I told you to leave it alone. I trusted you to leave it alone."

He stalked, slowly, toward Celeste as he spoke. There was no other word for the way he moved, his entire body poised in a threat. Celeste backed up rapidly, stumbling over some change in the scales beneath his feet. He fell back and looked up at Asmodeus, a desperate voice in his head telling him he could trust him, telling him Asmodeus would never hurt him, and not believing its own pleas. 

"It's not your fault," he murmured, his weapon manifesting in his hand as he looked down at Celeste. "It was my mistake, to believe any mortal could be trusted." He looked away, briefly. "Not one I'll make again." 

Celeste tried to speak again, his throat still silenced. He tried to scream, to beg forgiveness. He didn't understand what he'd done, didn't understand what he'd seen to cause this. He had disobeyed Asmodeus countless times before and it had never resulted in a reaction like this. 

He couldn't make a sound, so he mouthed the words. 'I'm sorry 'I love you' 'Please'. Panic and fear fought their way out of him in tears, sobs equally as silenced as his pleas.

Asmodeus swept his arm back, lifting that jagged staff. Celeste flinched, ducking and holding his head, curled in on himself. No pain came, no fire no blood no darkness. He heard a frustrated noise from above him and then a clatter as the ruby rod hit the scales beneath Asmodeus' feet. 

"Why can't I kill you? Why can't I hurt you?" 

Celeste didn't move, afraid to move, afraid to breathe. He felt the spell restricting his voice lift and the silence was broken with a ragged sob. He quickly stifled it, crying into hands tight over his mouth. 

He heard a shift, a quiet thump as Asmodeus sat down next to him. A warm hand touched his shoulder and he flinched away so violently he shoved himself back several feet and stared at Asmodeus. 

That cold anger was gone from his face, replaced by tired confusion and a hint of concern. His eyes, so very similar to those of the creature whose face they rested on, searched Celeste's expression and posture and then looked away.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, seeming almost annoyed. Not at Celeste. At himself. 

Celeste didn't move closer to him, hugging himself tightly, trying to find that comfort in himself that he had gotten so used to finding in the man next to him. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, but what am I going to do with you?" Asmodeus sighed. "I could silence you and cage you, I suppose." He didn't sound convinced. 

"Why?" Celeste managed, still confused. The unreasonably huge serpentine creature at the bottom of Baator was a surprise, certainly. It might give him nightmares. But he didn't understand why it warranted his death or imprisonment. 

Asmodeus looked at him, not replying for a moment. Below them, the creature took another slow, rumbling breath, and Celeste saw Asmodeus' chest rise and fall in perfect sync with it. 

"Come here," he said, eventually, holding out a hand. 

Celeste didn't move. 

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"That's no longer a given," Celeste said softly. 

Asmodeus blinked. "No offense meant, my dear, but it never should have been a given."

"But it was," Celeste said, quietly, hugging himself more tightly. "For me, it was. And I don't understand what I did for that to change."

"Come here, and I'll explain," Asmodeus said. 

Celeste hesitated, holding his gaze, searching it while knowing that if there was something the devil wanted hidden, he wouldn't be able to see it. He shifted closer, taking his offered hand, and let Asmodeus pull him close into an embrace. 

He said nothing for a while, just holding Celeste until the tension fled his body. He leaned back slightly and looked at him, gently taking his face in a hand and then shifting it down, sharp nails lightly dragging at his throat. Celeste tensed again, pulse skyrocketing under those fingers. Asmodeus clearly felt it and smiled, faintly. 

"No one who sees this lives. Most die in the fall, others between teeth, others by my hand," he murmured. "Word of this cannot escape this pit, but I can't seem to bring myself to hurt you. So you must swear to never breathe a word of what you saw."

"I swear," Celeste said. 

Asmodeus grimaced slightly. "Yes, but the problem is you've just demonstrated you can't be trusted. You're mortal. It's in your nature to be fallible. So we've hit an impasse. I could rip your tongue out, but then I'd never hear your voice again. I could imprison you here in Nessus, but you'd never be happy again." He sighed and the creature below them huffed. 

"You could just trust me," Celeste suggested quietly. "I don't even know what I've seen, I swear to you I won't tell anyone about it. I've always kept your secrets, you can trust me."

Asmodeus looked pained. "Celeste… I can't. I wanted to believe I could, that's why I left you alone here."

Celeste looked away. It had been a test, one he'd failed. One he'd been expected to fail, he realized, if Asmodeus was so convinced mortals couldn't be trusted. Asmodeus had left him alone, fully prepared to come back and kill him, and Celeste was only still alive because he'd found himself unable to go through with it. It had been a trap and both of them had fallen for it.

He leaned against Asmodeus, still finding comfort in the arm that tightened around him. He thought, probably, that spoke to something being desperately wrong with him. Sharp fingers curled under his jaw, tilting his head up. Asmodeus kissed him. Gentle, brief. He drew back, slightly, and his fingers played at Celeste's throat again. 

"If you try to speak of what you've seen here to anyone but me, you'll find yourself without a voice," he murmured and Celeste realized he was tracing runes against his skin. "If anyone tries to pull it from your mind, their own will immolate, and you will forget."

Magic rushed through Celeste, white hot fire starting at a point in his throat and winding rapidly up into his mind, symbols that he didn't understand flashing behind his eyes. The pain was only fleeting and quickly soothed as Asmodeus ducked his head, pressing his lips to Celeste's throat and whispering a spell that cooled the fire.

"A ward," he murmured, lifting his head. "That I needn't kill you or cage you. You who constantly confounds me." His voice sounded as fond as it did annoyed. 

"Will you explain to me, then, why it's such a secret?" Celeste asked. 

"There's no harm, now, I suppose," Asmodeus said, and still he hesitated. "You must understand the gravity of what I'm going to tell you. Many call me the Lord of Lies and it is a title well-earned, but what I'm going to tell you, Celeste, is the truth. My truth."

#this one's been in my google docs for a while just hanging out #something's just so damn. compelling to me about giant space snake asmo #oc: celeste #fic #dnd

[gifti3]

I want a refund 🧍🏾‍♀️

#How do i undo a devil space lol #But seriously the chat might as well not existed #Give me an item instead??? #obey me asmodeus #Let me say yes to asmo always #Btw whats up with mc choices that are the same answer? #The illusion of choice #Obey me

[viriborne]

What class would the OM characters choose in DnD: Tired

What are the OM characters’ Homestuck classpect: Wired

#ok so what I think is (in random order) #belphie: hope-bound #satan: I wanna say rage-bound sooooo bad but he also feels like heart-bound IDK #lucifer and luke are both life-bound ofc #they’re both two stubborn assholes who think they know best #Solomon is light 100% #mammon is time-bound #and as much as I wanna make Barb time-bound bc of his powers he doesn’t have the personality #Barb is doom-bound #simeon is mind(?) #dia is space #Asmo is heart #I wanna make Levi rage-bound but I’m not sureeee maybe I’m projecting #but I do know Levi is absolutely a page class lmfao #don’t ask me what beel is….maybe breath???? #idk the writers are so shit at writing him past the first season 😭

[smoft-demons]

MC needs some extra love

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You’re having an off day. Your demons have asked to make sure nothing’s actually wrong, just to be safe, but they’ve seen you like this a few times before. They understand. You’re just feeling down for no particular reason. Just sad and low energy. Extra tired.

Nothing happened, no one hurt you, nothing’s wrong… you just woke up in a low mood. Because it simply be like that sometimes. You just… need some extra affection today. No reason. It’s okay, they’re not judging. They’ll do what they can to cheer you up a little—they love you, you know. They want to see you smile at least once today.

_______

Lucifer:

When Lucifer notices your mood, he softens towards you a lot. He asks if anything is wrong first of course—they all do—but once he learns that there’s nothing he needs to correct and no one he needs to punish on your behalf, he just softens. He treats you more gently than usual.

He expects you’ll get fed up entertaining all his brothers, with their endless chaotic energy. So he invites you to hide out with him in his office. You are invited to just sit with him and read, or put on some music, or play a game on your DDD, or just rest… or whatever it is that will help.

He’ll even let you curl up in his lap and cuddle with him if that’s what you want. That cheers him up too.

He quietly redistributes the most taxing of your chores for today amongst the seven of them, to give you time to recharge.

You’ll find Levi and Beel doing the dishes for you when it’s your turn, or if you’re supposed to make dinner you’ll find that Mammon and Asmo have already ordered everyone takeout, and they’re already in the middle of setting it all out on the table. You won’t have to do a thing! If you were supposed to clean up a common space in the house, it’ll already be done by some of your assorted pact partners. You might even find sticky notes placed amongst your homework in Lucifer’s, Satan’s, and Belphie’s handwriting, suggesting edits and books titles to check for better information, and pointing out any parts in your work that are particularly well done.

When you check your DDD later, you see that Lucifer had instructed his brothers to take on what they can from you to make your life easier today. He was not planning on letting you know that, clearly—because he sent that in the brothers group chat. You only know because Karasu’s spy feature showed you.

His support is shown in all these soft, quiet details. Peaceful moments. Simple, but unmistakable reminders of how loved you are. It’s okay if you don’t smile today, even though he would like you too. He will verbally remind you that loves you anyway.

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Mammon:

Mammon’s first instinct, of course, is retail therapy. He offers to take you shopping. He’ll even pay for your stuff! He doesn’t mind if it makes you happy!

You appreciate that very much—and maybe you’d be happy to take him up on that if you were sad for a reason, but… you just have no spare energy. Just thinking about going out exhausts you more. You’d have to deal with looking at things! And forming opinions, and deciding on stuff to buy! There’s crowds and cashiers and bright lights and just… stuff outside! You can’t, you just can’t. You have no energy and you can’t.

The first time Mammon sees you like this, he’s confused. You don’t wanna go out? You don’t want any new stuff?? He sure hasn’t felt like that before!

He puts effort into figuring out what will actually help cheer you up instead. He’s considerate that way.

He tries taking you for a long drive. He tries taking tasks off your to-do list. He tries trailing after you all day to keep you company, holding your hand, chattering all day so you can’t hear your thoughts, staying quiet so you don’t get overstimulated. He cycles through every possible approach over the months, on every random day you happen to wake up like this.

It’s all greatly appreciated—and hey, some of his ideas work better than the rest! You feel loved and cared for regardless. It’s impossible to miss how much he adores you.

Eventually though, he strikes gold!

That particular day, he had been telling you a stupid joke every time he ran into you, in an attempt to make you smile. He gets a weak grin for his troubles just about halfway through the day. He beams at you triumphantly at that, impulsively scooping you up for a hug and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, and—aha! THERE’S the smile he was looking for!

From that point on, he knows what to do!

The next time you wake up in this mood, he takes the first opportunity to give you a playfully over the top show of affection. Over the course of the day, he keeps doing it!

He runs into you in the hallway between classes, he (gently) aggressively ruffles your hair as he passes you. He finds you aimlessly walking through the house, you immediately get snatched into his arms for a nice long squeeze. You sit with him as he’s scrolling through devilgram, he sets it aside for a moment to squish your cheeks between his hands and cover your forehead and nose with loud, playful kisses. You go up to him and request attention? You get kiss attacked, and he won’t let up until you crack a smile!

Your brain hurts, he says, echoing your very first explanation. It’s okay though, he says. He’ll kiss it better, he says.

He is MORE than happy to completely discard the tsundere façade to lean into this… over-the-top affectionate silliness, as long as it continues to make you laugh and smile like that.

He won’t admit it, but… this is more honest. This is much closer to who he is at heart than his usual behaviour is. Try as he might, he can’t hide how much he cares to save his life.

The realest aspect of Mammon is not the dumbass, not the money-grubber, not the uncaring cool guy that he pretends to be… no, it’s the goofy dork who loves you SO much that he’d go to any amount of effort to cheer you up.

He’s damn good at it too! HE was put in charge of your well-being for a reason! He’s the best big brother/guardian/friend/pact partner ever, and you’re his to take care of. He’s not letting HIS human go without smiling once for a whole day! You’re the sole member of his family he can openly dote on, and dammit, he will!

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Levi:

Levi’s go-to is, of course, distracting you with media. He tries games first, but if you’re too low-energy for that, he gets it. He tries anime, movies, shows, videos, manga, whatever you seem to respond best to.

You’ll notice a theme of letting others help, confiding in friends, opening up to people. There are repeated instances of characters asking for support from the rest of the cast and then being helped and taken care of. Lots of power of friendship stories, lots of hurt/comfort and “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not if it’s you” and team-as-family.

Maybe, just maaaybe, he’s trying to tell you something!

He relaxes when you explain that you just woke up like this, sometimes this just happens and it’s no one’s fault, there’s no problem, he doesn’t have to worry about you. He gets that! Sometimes he wakes up like that too. It does happen!

But… you’re his player two! He wants to worry about you!

So he takes care of you the way he wishes someone would take care of him when he gets like that. Gives you the extra love he knows first-hand that you need right now. He lets you choose the entertainment, he holds your hand, and mirrors what you do to self-soothe.

If you wanna lie on the floor and stare at his jellyfish decorations, he’s right next to you. If you wanna tell Henry how you’re feeling, he’s right there with you doing the same so you don’t have to feel self-conscious. If you’re stimming, he will too. That one makes him happy as well! If you wanna burrow into a pile of blankets and plushies like a hognose snake, he totally gets it and will also do that. He does that anyway sometimes, just because it’s comfy.

There’s not a hint of judgement from Levi. Ever. He gets it.

When you guys HAVE to leave his room, like for meals and such, he lends you his headphones. So you don’t get overstimulated from all the noise his brothers make. He never goes far from you, either. He always stays close enough that you can reach for him if you want to.

After dinner, when you’re tired and done with trying to act normal (not that even one of your demons is fooled), Levi brings you back to his room. He asks if you have any requests, anything you want to do, anything he can do to help you. If you know what you need, he’ll just do it. If you don’t, he’ll offer comfort in some form that makes sense to him. He understands that all you really need is some extra love when you’re like this, so he’s not at a loss. He gets it, he feels the same way sometimes, he can do that!

You end up curled up in his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder as he watches an anime you’ve both seen before at a low volume. Familiar and comforting. He’s happy to just sit and chill with you until you feel like you’ve recharged enough. He knows you’d do the same for him.

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Satan:

Satan’s instinct, once he learns what’s going on, is to bring you to the quiet spot outside where the stray cats he has befriended gather and then plonk the chillest one in your lap.

Cats are perfect fluffy little warm purring bundles of free therapy, after all. How could you not be recharged by this?

He’s not wrong, the cat definitely helps. It is in fact a perfect creature.

But… well, you don’t bother to spend the energy on saying so, but being outside isn’t really helping. You cringe at every loud noise. The wind ruffling your clothes every so often is annoying you. You’re sitting on concrete and it’s making you cold. The streetlights feel particularly aggressive to your eyes today. Very stabby. There are smells outside! No one wants that!

You love the cats, but Satan is giving them all his attention and you’re getting just a little bit jealous. You as well are giving the cat in your lap all your attention, and—as stupid as you feel about it—you’re getting a little bit jealous about that too. You want attention too! All the cat has to do is be cute and soft and it can have all the petting and cuddling it wants! As it deserves, yes, but… don’t you as well, though..?

You try to push that feeling away and just pet the cat. The cat did nothing wrong, you still love it, you’re supposed to be feeling MORE recharged from this! Not… whatever it is you do feel. At the end of the day you still enjoy petting the cat and you don’t want it to leave. That’s still true and that’s what matters, you tell yourself.

Eventually the cat decides it’s had enough petting for now, and gets up. Satan checks on you, fully expecting you to be thoroughly cheered up! Instead he sees you staring forlornly at your hands, mostly zoned out. Confused, he asks if you’re okay.

You nod once, giving him a hollow smile.

Now he’s concerned. He takes a minute to finish petting the cats surrounding him—noting the hint of jealousy in your eyes as you observe him—then comes to sit on the concrete stair next to you.

He gently points out that he knows you well enough to detect a lie. Especially an unconvincing lie like that. You give a noncommittal hum in reply. That’s all you have the energy for.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you slump against his side. Your head leans against his shoulder. His other arm comes up to stroke your head for a moment, then drops down again to take your hand.

In a small, tired voice, you thank him. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in reply.

Eventually he adjusts you so he can hold you more comfortably. Every so often he kisses the top of your head, or rubs your shoulder, or squeezes your hand, or says something quietly to you. Pointing out a interesting leaf shape, telling you something inconsequential about his day, prompting you to look when one of the cats does something cute, reminding you that he loves you and it’s okay to feel like this. That he enjoys your company no matter what mood you’re in.

This helps a lot more. Eventually you have enough energy to reply to him in full sentences! He’s visibly relieved at that. Still, he continues to hold you.

It’s after this point that a different cat comes up to you. It sniffs your shoelace then rubs itself against your leg. It flops over your shoe, stretching adorably with its little paws reaching up. It looks up at you all wide-eyed and cute, and finally you give a short puff of a laugh. Satan feels it more than hears it, but still!! He feels successful!

You pet this cat as it stands up and sniffs at your free hand. You look at it with a little smile. There’s a bit more soul in this smile, to Satan’s relief.

Later, as the two of you are leaving, he slips the cat a treat and whispers a thank you to it. Then he takes your hand again and leads you back home.

(He makes a mental note to himself for next time: pet the sad human first!! Then go see the cats!)

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Asmo:

Asmo notices that you’re having one of those days today, and he rushes to spoil you. Like Mammon, his first instinct is to take you shopping—but specifically for clothes and makeup and skincare products. Stuff that would cheer him up.

But you’re tired, and he understands that. It’s okay, he still knows what to do!

Asmo brings you into his room. You curl up in a sad, tired lump on his bed. He lets you chill there while he gathers up the stuff he wants.

He returns to you with his arms full of stuff! Nail polish, face masks, a hairbrush, moisturizer and hair oil, etc etc. Stuff for taking care of you.

He makes a point of only doing stuff that doesn’t sting at all. No plucking eyebrows or messing with your cuticles or anything like that. Just the stuff that feels nice.

Asmo quietly chatters about people he knows and stuff he’s used and whatever the latest gossip he’s heard is. Not even really to inform you this time, because he knows you’re probably not gonna remember much when you’re like this, but more to provide you with a constant, grounding backdrop of his familiar voice.

He speaks softly to you as he wipes your face with cleanser and then proceeds with his skincare process. He gently brushes your hair, spending twice as long as necessary just because it feels nice. He insists you don’t bother to move as he sits next to you and paints your nails.

At some point he runs out of stuff to do, so he ends up just brushing over your face with a clean makeup brush. No product on it at all, he’s just doing it to make you relax, because it’s soft and it feels nice. It’s meditative, honestly. For both of you.

He spends a good long while doing that.

He finishes up and lies down next to you. He pulls you into a cuddle. You offer to return the favour for him. Do his skincare and hair and nails and stuff for him, spoil him back—because he deserves the best.

For the first time ever, he declines. He shushes you and holds you tighter. This is the only situation in which he would ever refuse that!

He says you’re more than welcome to return the favour tomorrow if you like, but for now he just wants you to rest. He did all that for you to get you in this relaxed state you’re in right now, don’t get up and un-relax yourself so fast! Keep your brain turned off! It’s good for you sometimes!

… yes, Asmo is surprised by his own selflessness too—more surprised than you are by now, knowing him. He’s always been selfless for your sake since you first became his friend. It still surprises him though.

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Beel:

Beel is your best guy for validation. For quiet, thoughtful, unwavering support. He’s a lot more insightful than he’s often given credit for. He’s one of the best people in this family in terms of emotional intelligence, no question about it.

He knows just what to do. He observes you as the day goes on, taking the first opportunity to pull you aside and check on you without any others around. Just to make absolutely sure there’s nothing else going on.

His voice is soft, his hands are gentle, and he puts effort into understanding you. You’re family, he loves you so much! So of course he would.

He’ll share his food with you of course—both because he wants you to know that he loves you that much, and because he’s trying to remove a task from your to-do list. You don’t have to think about getting food and preparing it and any of that if he just. Does it for you. You can spend your very limited energy elsewhere.

He’ll take you with him on his routine walk, just so you can have a change of scenery and an opportunity to chat uninterrupted.

He listens to you complain about being outside with his characteristic placid sympathy—a combination that would be a bit contradictory if it came from anyone else, but somehow makes perfect sense for Beel. It’s soothing. Reassuring, somehow. He helps a lot, just by being himself.

When you inevitably run out of energy—much quicker than you usually do, but you expected that—he offers to carry you. Or rather, he automatically goes to do it on muscle memory, because that’s just what he does with tired loved ones (Belphie usually). He catches himself and realizes he should ask first in this case. Just to make sure. He’s considerate like that.

You are very tired… and you want contact. So of course you accept the offer. How could you refuse when he offers so earnestly?

He walks in measured, consistent steps as he carries you. The sway of his movement is deliberately relaxing. He’s trying to lull you into a meditative haze, or maybe put you to sleep. Either is good, he thinks.

The warmth of him makes the… everything about being outside when you’re feeling this way a lot more tolerable. The sounds of his footsteps, his breaths, his heartbeat… all of that drowns out the background noise just enough. Your face is pressed into his jacket, so the streetlights don’t stab your eyes and all the distressingly inconsistent outside smells are entirely covered by the spices-aromatics-soap scent of Beel. It’s a smell you know very well, and the familiarity of it is grounding.

Everything about him is grounding, really. He really did know exactly what to do.

At the end of the day… it’s okay if you don’t smile. He would like you to, of course, but he will meet you where you’re at. Anyway, it’s more important to him that you feel like it’s safe to show however it is you actually feel around him. He understands the amount of trust that takes, and he’s honoured by it. Nothing is more important to him than that trust.

So, you don’t have to smile. It’s okay.

Don’t be strong, he tells you. There’s no need, for now. Just let him. Rest, lean on his strength—he’s got more than enough for both of you. He’s got you. He’s not going anywhere.

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Belphie:

Oh, you’re tired? A bit sad, a bit grouchy? Damn. Looks like even HE has more energy than you today. That’s not something he sees often! Well, that’s fine. He knows what to do.

It’s straight to baby jail with you!

In his arms, that is. In bed, surrounded by his best pillows, covered by the least warm heavy blanket he has, so you won’t overheat but will still feel nice and covered.

He positions you so you’re facing each other, with your head tucked under his chin. So you have room to comfortably breathe and talk, but your face is still as covered as possible so you won’t be bothered by any lights.

Emotional intelligence may not be Belphie’s strong suit, but he is observant and he understands exhaustion. This may not exactly be the usual kind of exhaustion, but still! There’s no demon better equipped to understand what’s going on with you right now, just by nature.

He’s totally fine with cuddling you in silence if you don’t feel like talking. That really works for him, actually, because it allows him to nap.

Not that he doesn’t WANT to listen to you. He does. He’d be happy to. But he gets it if you don’t wanna bother with that. It’s okay.

He will, however, delay taking a nap until you doze off first. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. He’s not about to just fall asleep and abandon you if you still need attention.

If you’re not falling asleep very fast, he will help. Not with magic, surprisingly. He’s being more… gentle, he supposes, than that in this situation.

He talks quietly about nothing important. The soft drone of his voice, kept consistent and deliberately soporific, melts into your brain like butter, slowing it way down. Blocking everything else out. Gradually turning it off. One hand rubs your back slowly, almost as if to match the rhythm of his voice.

It’s so relaxing. You feel like you could stay like this forever and never want to move, you’re that comfortable.

Belphie knows what he’s doing.

It works really well! He makes sure you feel loved and cared for, then makes sure you get some extra rest. Mental and physical recharging.

Of course, you wake up feeling a lot better. Maybe not entirely back to your normal self yet, but definitely better. How could you not?

You’re a lot less tired after you’ve slept, and less sad too… so he’s succeeded—but you’re still not smiling!

He can fix that, right?

He lets you get up and stretch first, of course. He does the same. Before you leave the room though, he wraps you up in another hug.

He pulls back to examine your face after a minute or two.

Hmm… you look comfy, but still no smile! He can’t have that! So he hugs you tightly again, but this time his fingers start to lightly poke and brush over your sides. He’s trying to force you to smile by tickling you. He’s not gonna do too much, he’s not trying to overwhelm you. He stops as soon as you crack a smile.

There we go, he says as he gives you one last gentle squeeze. That was all he wanted, he tells you.

He doesn’t let go of you for long, over the rest of the day. Always holding your hand, giving you random hugs, draping himself over your shoulders—but without making you take all his weight for once, because he knows you’re still kinda tired. Enough of it to be soothing, but no more. Just so you don’t get lonely. He doesn’t want you to get all sad again.

If you do get sad again though, it’s okay. He will squish the sadness out of you all over again, as many times as you need. He doesn’t mind.

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Brothers Favorite Sleeping Positions w/ You

cw: slightly suggestive with some, gn reader, some can be read platonically

Part 2 here

Lucifer: Loves to sleep face to face. Will wrap his arms and legs around you and nestle his face in your hair/ on the top of your head. Will grumble if you try to switch to spooning. He wants to wake up and see your beautiful face. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

If you’re the type of person to wake up in the middle of the night for a lil snack just know he converted one of his nightstands into a mini fridge. He might pretend it’s always been that way but seeing it’s filled with all of your favorites you’ll see through his ruse easily. If you need to go to the bathroom he’ll let you go and stay awake til you get back before nestling into you again. Take too long and he’ll go looking for you.

Mammon: Big fan of spooning. While he does eat up being the little spoon, he likes being the big spoon more. He’ll tuck one arm under your head and rest his hand on your chest, giving it a lil squeeze while his other arm goes over your waist and hand rests on your pelvis. He’s not trying to seduce you, he just finds it comforting.

Leaving for a midnight snack or bathroom is difficult. He won’t wake up but whine and grumble once you leave his grasp. Once you come back to bed he wraps around you immediately as if trying to fuse with your skin. Good luck if you try to leave again.

Also he runs even warmer in his sleep so if you’re feeling a bit hot get ready to sweat buckets cause he sure as heck ain’t lettin go twice. (；′⌒`)

Leviathan: Once he’s comfortable enough to share a bed or his tub he’ll wrap his tail around you and hold you close. You have a bit more freedom in the position you want to sleep in. He’ll just snuggle in any way you let him. If you sleep in his tub it’s a mess of arms, legs, and tail being wrapped in.

He keeps snack in his room already so if you get hungry there’s no reason to leave. You’re close enough to share a sleeping space with him so he’ll definitely have your favorite snacks too. Going to get the snacks he’ll subconsciously shift into his demon form to elongate his tail so it can still wrap around you. If you need to go to the bathroom his tail obviously cannot follow. Will definitely cry in his sleep thinking you left him. (╥﹏╥) Hurry back!

Satan: Likes to fall asleep with you resting your head on his chest and running his fingers down your back. He’ll listen to the gentle sound of your breathing as you fall asleep then knock out himself soon afterwards.

Getting a snack or going to the bathroom in the middle of the night isn’t a hassle with him. He might shift a little in his sleep but not much else. In half awake state he’ll feel your side of the bed, if it’s gone cold you’ve been gone too long he’ll assume one of his brother has taken you and rush out of the room to track you down.

Asmo: Loves when you both sleep au naturale, you never know what could happen ;) -nothing will happen Asmo is very serious about his beauty rest especially on a school night plz don’t tease him it’s cruel T_T adores sleeping on your chest. He’ll listen to the steady thrumming of your heartbeat as he falls asleep while circling his arms around you.

Leaving his bed is difficult, your left arm is dead from him resting on it and his bedding is so soft and cushiony you have a hard time rolling out of it. Once you make it out Asmo has rolled to the middle of the bed with his body splayed out. (* ￣︿￣) Good luck trying to get back in, you’d honestly just be better off going to your own room once you’ve gone to the bathroom/ had your snack. Sorry

Beel: Is very worried about hurting you in his sleep. You’re so fragile it scares him. Feels most confident in your safety if you're laying on top of him, like he's your bed. If you’re the type to sleep through the night he’ll do his best to ignore his stomach grumbling and also try to sleep through the night as well. Can generally hold off on waiting to eat in the morning if it’s for you. The brothers have mixed feelings on this arrangement, on one hand their snacks are less likely to “disappear” but that means you have to sleep with Beel.

If you wake up in the middle of the night for a snack or to go to the bathroom he’s stoked. Will gladly take you down to the kitchen with him and give you whosever snack is in the fridge, doesn’t matter who it belongs to. (*￣▽￣)旦 且(´∀`*) If you try to deny the snack he’ll give you a soft smile and tell you he’ll take them blame so please eat. The brothers hate this arrangement even more. Will definitely try and stop the two of you from sleeping together.

Belphie: As long as he feels like he’s being the one pampered he’s fine. He likes when you both fall asleep face to face and he can snuggle into your chest. He’ll wraps himself around you and rest his tail along your back (canonically it has spikes in it so please be careful moving in your sleep, it will hurt if to try to lay on it).

Another one who’s difficult if you’re one who gets up in the middle of the night. His grip becomes a vice and you’re having to wrestle yourself free. Gasping you hurriedly run out of the room to do your business, even giving yourself another moment before making your way back. Once you come back though he’s quick to wrap around you once more. Will definitely mumble his grievances about your departure however brief. he might even bite you to teach you a lesson on leaving him <(￣ ﹌ ￣)>

felt like it got kinda long towards to end but oh well.…should I do the rest of the cast next? lemme know!

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