✨🪐 orion | 25+ | minors dni 🪐✨ video game / otome side blog (but it's mostly obey me!) i also write and draw sometimes. follows from knight-clover icon by simping4simeon!
content warnings: mentions of grievous injuries, mentions of mc’s death
a/n: this was supposed to be part of a headcanon set detailing how all varieties of little d act like their avatar and how they’d react to mc??? but then this bit turned into a fic by itself sooooo if anyone wants the others just yell at me i guess?????
The Avatars of Sin aren't the only inhabitants of the House of Lamentation. Every other week, there's some brother belly-aching about yet another blob of concentrated sin burrowing themselves somewhere they're not supposed to be. Although Lucifer insists that the Little Ds are nothing more than particularly intelligent pests, you can't help but notice more and more similarities between the creepy cute critters and the lords they serve under...
Your first scars from the Devildom wasn't from Beelzebub trying to kill you over the custard, or Leviathan trying to kill you over the trivia quiz, or some rando from RAD trying to kill you just because, or by any proper demon at all.
They're from one of those goddamn little purple bastards tearing your fucking arm to shreds not even a week in.
You’re not even sure what you did to piss it off — one second, you’re poking around in the HoL, minding your own business, and the next one of the fucking things is doing its damnedest to strip the meat off your bones. The resulting mess needed a shitton of stitches (even after being slammed with every healing spell known to man — er, demon) and you learned to never be in the same room with anything with ram-looking horns.
The purple blobs continue to be just? So unnecessarily mean to you??? For no reason????? You can’t sit in the common room or the library for too long without one of them acting like they want to take another chunk out of you. You can’t get near the purple bed in Beelzebub’s room — not because he doesn’t want you over there, but because there’s always a purple blob on it that’s plotting your death. You can’t get into the planetarium at all — there’s a fucking colony in there and they snarl at you if you even look at the entrance wrong. You try feeding them like you do the others but there's a 50/50 shot they throw the food back at you, but you can’t not feed them or else they whine and whine and whine until you do give them a plate. They can’t be swayed, nothing appeases them, and so you stop extending olive branches pretty quickly.
And then you meet Belphegor — the real Belphegor, the one with ram-looking horns and cruel laughter and crueler words, who gleefully ushers in your death by crushing your windpipe and ramming his fist through your ribcage.
As you're tossed down the stairs and the world goes dark around the edges, there's only one nonsensical thought ringing through your head.
At least this explains the Little Ds.
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After all the exclamations and explanations and revelations and hiding in your room for a week to fall apart in peace because you just fucking died, you emerge from your sanctuary to find that... all the Sloth Ds are gone?
Wait, no, not quite. They're all hiding. Where as before you couldn't blink without one of them breathing down your neck, now you have to actively look for them. You walk into any room and any Sloth Ds in there scatter at the sound of your footsteps. The only sign of them in the twins' room is the glimpse of a tail ducking under Belphegor's bed. They refuse to come out when you treat the rest of the Ds to a snack — if it wasn't for the Gluttony ones bringing them what was left, they wouldn't be eating at all.
(Certainly none of this has to do with their master conveniently falling asleep the second you enter a room. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with the guilt written all over his face whenever you two are forced to interact for any length of time. And it totally doesnt have anything to do with him avoiding your eyes even as he attempts to wheedle affection out of you.)
Slowly, very slowly, the Sloth Ds start to do... things. Weirdly nice things. At least, you're pretty sure it's the Sloth Ds. The brothers would have let you know if they had washed and folded your clothes while you were away or had cleared the planetarium of little demon blobs so you could do your astronomy homework. The rest of the Little Ds are like well-trained puppies by this point, and wouldn't have passed up an opportunity to show off their work if it meant getting more treats.
You eventually catch some Sloth Ds in the act. Your last class of the day had been cancelled and you make a beeline to the HoL so you could get a jump on the day's homework. You fling open your bedroom door, already digging in your backpack for your textbooks —
An alarmed series of squeaks have you jerking your head up, just in time to see several black and purple blurs scrambling off your nearly-made bed. One of the Sloth Ds gets kicked in the chaos, leaving it half-stunned while the rest rocket past you and out of the room.
The blob left behind panics as it rights itself, but makes eye contact with you and freezes. It slowly backs itself into the corner where your headboard meets the wall and curls into itself, body tense and eyes wide.
Seeing it cower both baffles and pains you. Even when things were at their most hostile, you can't think of anything you could have done to make any Sloth D scared of you.
But then you remember —
("I can't tell if you hate me or not," Belphegor says into the night. "You have all the right to hate me, if you do. I didn't know how good I would have it until after I almost ruined any chance of having it. I want so desperately to fix it, to fix this, but I don't know how. I hope you'll let me try.")
...What use is a right arm, anyway.
Doing your best to not startle the poor thing, you gingerly sit on the bed. You make sure your hand is limp, relaxed, and below the D's eye level before you slowly reach out to pet it.
The Little D watches your hand warily and flinches when you make contact with its cheek. You coo hey now, its okay as you scritch your way up its face and around its hat and horns. It tenses up even more for a second, then relaxes all at once, uncurling itself from its ball and leaning on your hand.
Glad to see the Little D not be so tense you take your hand away... or you try to, because it chases your hand and lets out a happy purr-trill-chirp as it bunts into your palm. You let out a small laugh and stay like that for a minute, idly scratching at its horns as the D purrs up a storm. When it finally decides its had enough it snuggles at your hand one more time, lets out a content chirp and blissfully floats out of your room.
That Little D clearly tells its friends what had happened, because your bed is full of Sloth Ds for the next week. They always clear out when you tell them to, though, only requiring pets as apologies for waking them from their nap. They start showing up at snack time too — they show up last, bleary-eyed and cranky, but they show up — and they eat their food like good little gentlemen.
(That same week, you manage to round up everyone — royals and exchange students included — for a movie night sleepover. You plop down on the couch and Belphegor instantly claims a spot at your side, insisting Beel take the other. The rest of the brothers grumble and complain, but eventually acquiesce. Seats are chosen, snacks are passed out, and everyone settles down for the first movie.
Sometime during the second, Belphegor's head bumps into your shoulder. You think he's fallen asleep, until you notice his ramrod spine and his eyes boring a hole into the TV. You wiggle a bit until you can get your arm behind him, then bring your hand to the back of his head and start scritching at the spot where hair meets skin.
Belphie melts.)
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The night after Diavolo's birthday party, with Belphie's pact still fresh on your skin, you come back to your room to find yet another pile of Sloth Ds on your bed. You gently push and cajole them until you clear off enough space to sleep, then faceplant into the sheets.
You wake up with Belphie using your stomach as a pillow. His Little Ds are piled up on top of you two, doing their best impression of a blanket and purring away.
So as most people know by now we are lacking a birthday event for asmo. Well it turns out that obey me has confirmed in an email that they will no longer be doing birthday events for the boys. All the birthday cards will be in the nightmare. The devs are fully aware that the fans are upset by this sudden change and they have not made a single announcement in regards to this information.
Down below you will see the remaining boys who will be not get a future birthday event. I’m sorry to be the one to share the news but knowing obey me they probably won’t publicly announce this change.
I would highly suggest for players to not spend any money on obey me because it’s unreasonable for them to hide a guaranteed ur card behind a paywall. The birthday events are the one annual event where we can celebrate our favorite boys while also getting to know them more on their special day. But now obey me are making money hungry decisions that benefit them more than the players enjoyment of the game.
{WC: ~578} {Lucifer x reder, anxious thoughts, trouble sleeping, and of course a very touch starved demon, this takes place shortly after they start sleeping together}
@febuwhump
Lucifer did not think of himself as “touch starved.”
He preferred terms such as private, reserved, or even aloof and detached. As cold as the latter were, as much as they painted him in an unfeeling light, Lucifer still vastly preferred them to touch starved. That term implied he was like an animal; some poor wretched thing that could not function without being held, or petted like some dog.
But now, Lucifer was kept up at night. Eyes wide open, body frozen under the bedsheets. Because sleeping with you had become a habit. Not a habit like checking himself in the reflection of a window, or scribbling with his pen when he needs a microbreak from doing paperwork. A habit like his bitter coffee in the morning to wake up and strong demonus in the evening to knock him out. A habit like taking a walk around the bedrooms, making sure all his brothers were safe before he could sleep. The kind of habit he had started doing only once or twice to ease his nerves, but he now could not function without.
The very thought of it was like driving a dagger into his heart. How would he sleep without being able to wrap his arms around you. Without seeing the way your eyes lit up when he unfurled his wings- the same wings he foolishly hid away because he could only see them as imperfect, eternally missing a set. He doesn’t admit it before he’s had several drinks, but when he sees the way you look at his wings he feels silly for hiding them at all.
But even more private is what he hasn’t admitted at all. He isn’t sure you’re even aware of it, and he is afraid that if he told you you’d stop. But sometimes when you’re asleep, you roll over and wrap your arms around him, and suddenly he’s the one being held, he’s the one being soothed to sleep and he likes it. He loves it. Some nights, he skips the wine and only pretends to fall asleep because he’s waiting for you to roll over, to give him the kind of hug he doesn’t know how to ask for.
And while he waits, he’s haunted by his own mind, which torments him by asking what he’d do if you stopped, and he had to sleep alone in his large and empty bed in his room which is colder than death even with a roaring fire. He knows you cannot control all of the ways you could stop. You are a human, and he still sees you as fragile, even if the thought now brings forth feelings of protectiveness rather than superiority.
But what tortures him most is the thought of you voluntarily stopping. His pride and stubbornness finally trying the last of your patience. Because deep down…
He knows that his pride is the reason he is touch starved to begin with.
Lucifer is rescued from his own thoughts when you begin to stir, tossing and turning in the bedsheets. Finally, you’re turning over, your hands sleepily curling around his chest and his stomach, pulling him into your own. You mumble some sleep talk, as he feels his heartbeat slowing. He thinks he catches “it’s ok,” and “go to sleep already,” and suddenly he’s wondering if you’re more awake than you look.
“…promise not to leave me,” he whispers, allowing himself to ask for what he needs.
if i made an obm omegaverse au this is what i'd make everyone's designation
lucifer
omega
idk i kinda like the vibe that he would be far more nurturing and openly loving if circumstances had allowed him to
but the devildom doesn't take to "nurturing" and "loving" too well, especially coming from someone that used be on the enemy's side
so his designation is just one more thing he has to hide and suppress
thankfully since he's the most powerful and the pack alpha everyone just assumes his designation is alpha, too
also he would be insufferable as an alpha and we all know it
mammon
beta
didn't present until just before the celestial war so he has NO idea what he's doing
pays no mind to people's pheromones, but also doesn't pay attention to his own
the type of person that never pays attention to their heat cycle so it always sneaks up on him
highly empathetic, sensitive to everyone's mood
ultimate peacekeeper when he wants to be
levi
alpha, but, like, a really malformed one
the celestial realm picked up on his talent for strategy quickly, so him presenting as alpha had him fast-tracked to the military
so his protective / territorial instincts got hyper-developed at the expense of everything else
so when there's no battling going on he has no clue how to deal
is jealous of everyone else being able to express their softer instincts more easily
satan
alpha
absolutely tries to lord it over lucifer
how a demon's designation presents would be pretty different from how an angel's would, so him starting to present starts off as a nightmare
the most territorial out of all the brothers. if he claims a spot anywhere that is his fucking spot and you'd be stupid to even get close to it
asmo
beta (at least on paper)
can mimic the pheromones of all three designations tho, so the general populace get confusing reads on him
needy. needy needy needy
he makes absolutely shit nests. like, he sees an aesthetic nest on devilgram and he'll try to do the same set up, but they come out horribly. frustrates him to no end
beel
alpha
was also fast-tracked to a combat role, but lucifer was able to get beel fully assigned to him quicker than he could levi
so beel has a more healthy expression of his designation
it's not entirely healthy, though. his protectiveness has an anxious / paranoid edge to it, always checking how everyone's doing, double-checking any protective wards on the house, etc
belphie is a calming presence for him and help tempers these behaviors so of course beel kicks these into overdrive while belphie's stuck in the attic
belphie
omega
also super needy, but in a passive-aggressive way
sometimes his hormones fuck with him and he gets more sleepy and loopy than normal
can't sleep anywhere that doesn't have his scent on it, that's why he takes his pillow everywhere
beel's presence helps him perk up and makes him feel more secure and present
dia
beta or omega??? maybe??????????
(maybe a secret fourth designation that only applies to royal demons?)
very territorial; there's an entire wing of his palace that's just for his nest that no one goes in
but sometimes when the stress and loneliness gets to him he starts building mini-nests throughout the rest of the palace :(
barb
alpha, but you'd never know
no one can get a scent off of him, no one's seen him get heat / rut remedies, no one knows if he even has a pack... to the devildom population he simply doesn't have a designation
diavolo (and maybe lucifer) knows the truth, everyone else will just have to guess
luke
unpresented
designation doesn't show itself until puberty has well and truly started, so he's got a while to go before anyone knows what he is
meanwhile he still smells like babby
his first few weeks in the devildom had him massively unsettled, so he almost always needs simeon's cape to go to sleep
simeon
beta or omega, but on celestial realm suppressants
yeah, it was trying to cure a human that doomed lilith, but she wouldn't have done that if she hadn't fallen in love, and she wouldn't have done that if it wasn't for those pesky, pesky designations
so now angels old enough to present are "heavily encouraged" to get on some sort of suppressant
he "forgets" to take them every time he goes to the devildom
solomon
has gone through menopause and also he doesn't remember
(he remembers liking making nests and having frequent heats though)
if he gets comfortable enough with you he will just make his own nest in your room and conk out there
Due to M- ahem Twitter being a bitch, you need a new transfer method.
Not only for Obey Me!, for any game you linked an account to Twitter.
Set up transfer codes ASAP/change the linked social media account for all games you linked to Twitter, if not possible, contact support immediately so they manually unlink your Twitter so you can relink to something else.
