"I love the game, but it feels like there is too many people in the story with all the brothers, Barbatos, Diavolo, the angels, Solomon, and now Thirteen, Mephisto, and Raphael. If Solmare wants to add more people to be romanced, it needs to be specific routes. It’s too mudded up now."
routes…havent heard that in years..this would probably be the only thing thatd bring me back to obm but literally fans hve said that aince s2 of the game and solmare dont gaf
literaly the rzn why i stopped playing obm i cant even think ab opening it even tho my literal husband is in there. Fuck you solmare you’re trash and cant write a good story
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.
idk if its just me but with NB i rlly hate the fact we’re in the past affecting their lives once they’ve basically just fallen. This time travel shit always ruins my mood anytime i think ab it like ??:?: What ab the first game?? I rlly like satan now in NB cuz we see his struggle to understand emotion and feel connected to his brothers but that’s….literally all i like wit this game idk storywise its just not working and makes me so upset, they have such fantastic characters but a rlly shotty story- the manga does the game justice tho esp with belphie and his trial. I rlly hope shit picks up soon cuz if it don’t I think ima stop playing and only read stuff online I don’t wanna ruin my enjoyment of the characters cuz the game is trash :((((
I haven't been playing Obey Me lately, honestly I don't feel it's rewarding or enjoyable anymore.
You have to farm too long to advance very little.
Ever since chapter 16 the lore has been lacking in consistency.
With the anime: it's a great opportunity for worldbuilding, but they're writing the brothers doing silly things.
Also, the animation for the anime is cheap, sorry, but it's bad.
The events have been sooooo boring and add nothing to the story, and they're so predictable lately: it's a dumb idea, you spend some time with three characters each time, then you gotta make a decision and there comes the keys chapters, one is the group option and the keys is the one on one choice, but again, I feel it has become very cheap. It has cheap romantic options.
Why not better the main story and expand the lore in the anime? The events could also expand on each characters story or just focus on one arc idk, be more interesting
If they do the Ruri Tunes thing I might come back (because I love rhythm games and I still have a love for the OM characters) but it's weird how it's a copy of Muse Dash and they haven't said anything about that.
I know it's a romance game, but they decided to add lore to it, so the least they should do is have a consistent lore, and they "expand" it but it just becomes confusing. And the romantic options are cute but I wish it was... Better.
I have to say, the Barbatos Birthday event for this year was *cheff's kiss* marvellous. I wish whoever wrote that event gets a promotion or gets to write more for the story, it was romantic and very well done.
Overall I feel unsatisfied, I still love the characters, even though now they're not as interesting as before, and I still read the main story when I can (i'm still on season 3) but I don't log in everyday, I don't feel like doing the tasks, I only go back when theres a Barbatos card or when I can buy glowsticks to get through the main story, and i'm unemployed so huh, i'm not really playing much.
Also no hate to anyone who still loves the game, this is pretty much my personal opinion, I still love the boys, i'm just dissapointed.
Side note: this stresses me out because I want more Barbatos content but I gotta get it from tumblr and not from the game :'c I wish to know more from his character but there isn't much in the game, and then they make it funky so idk, i'm dissapointed :'c also english is not my first language so please be kind.
FINALLY SOMEONE WHO AGREES THE ANIME IS BAD not to be a whole negative bitc but come on now….I rlly love the cast but omg…even tho theyre gonna have a lore based game bow its just sm disappointment from the original are they rlly gonna add lore or is it gonna be confusing again lolz
~Asmodeus gets a lot of attention from his admirers, sometimes at your expense.
WC: 1.1k
Ever since you came to the Devildom Asmodeus has been trying to get you to go out clubbing with him at the Fall. He pulls you to the dance floor and is his usually touchy self. Twirling you around and leading you to all the best stops in the VIP lounge with a hand on your lower back.
The chaste but friendly touches fluster you beyond belief but Asmo always has told you that flustering you is one of his favorite things to do.
But there is a lingering sensation of unease that doesn't allow you to let loose and have fun like he can. It isn't till you head back to the dance floor you realize what it is.
A group of lesser demons are staring daggers at you and your Proximity to Asmo. The near-murderous intensity sends shivers down your spine as you stand rigidly on the dance floor. When the Avatar of Lust goes to intertwine your fingers your eyes find theirs and they bare their teeth at you jealously before turning their gaze back to him, pupils dilated in lustful devotion.
A deep feeling of uncomfortableness settles in the pit of your stomach as you shake off Asmo's hand. Blinking his peach-colored eyes in confusion he looks at you retreating to his private suite to get your stuff and head home before anything escalates. “I need some air," you try to say over the thumping of the base.
“MC, you're leaving me already?" He whines after you making his way through the crowd with much difficulty, as soon as he is alone the horde of demons eagerly surround him all wanting his attention. But for once the Demon is unable to enjoy the experience.
A thin line of worry appears across his brow as he tries to follow you But his \path is blocked by the demons who want to be closer to him more than they want air in their lungs.
All his beauty can really be a curse.
With a huff of annoyance, he saunters over to the larger demons that block his path. They are beautiful for sure but Asmo doesn't give a damn about them right now. Staring into their multicolored eyes he gives them a smile unleashing his Charm on the unsuspecting Demons in his path.
“Keep dancing, I’ll be right back my lovelies” he coos as they follow his command and sway to the beat with lovesick grins on their faces. He sidesteps past the crowd in search of where you have gone off to.
~
When you first agreed on going out, you didn't expect to find yourself sitting alone in Asmo's Vip lounge between a comically large bowl of condoms and a fountain of Demonus, but here you are.
Your thoughts drift to Asmo and how he must be loving all the attention he is getting now that you're not in his way.
What if he wants to bring someone back to the lounge?
You begin trying to track down your belongings so you can get back to the House of Lamination as soon as you can. Just as you reach your charging DDD you hear the door to the lounge swing open. Asmo briskly walks in as his eyes scan the room in search of something. His gaze lands on you and he smiles in relief. "There you are MC I thought you left me," he exclaims stepping over and wrapping his arms around you.
Normally his attention makes you feel so desired and happy but right now you feel uncomfortable in your own skin. You unconsciously tense up in his grip and he lets go.
“Why arent you hugging me Mc?” he asks
“I’m not in the mood Asmo, I think I’m gonna head back home,” you say.
His face falls, "I thought we were having fun. Is something the matter Darling?" He sounds genuinely concerned for your well being you feel bad leaving him on such a sour note. With a sigh, you sit on the edge of the king-sized bed.
"Where are all your friends?" you say bitterly, thinking of the gorgeous demons in the club who were ogling him with devotion. The difference in the way they looked at the both of you makes you sick.
"Oh them, I asked them to leave us be for a while." he smiles rubbing your shoulder affectionately.
"And that's all it took?" you ask.
He lets out a happy little giggle, "Let's just say I asked them very nicely." he coos tilting your chin up to meet his eyes.
"Asmo," you gasp "You charmed them?"
"Of course I did, they wanted to ruin our evening together. When I told you earlier I wanted to spend time with you this evening I meant it. But my beauty can be both a blessing and a curse." he says dramatically flopping backward on the bed.
You’re a bit too stunned to formulate a sentence, Asmo has always loved the attention of others and thrives in the spotlight. But he chose to ignore a crowd of his gorgeous admirers to chase after you, a mere human.
“MC Darling are you alright?” he asks noticing your tense posture. You should feel comfortable in his presence but the intensity of his gaze makes you feel a bit dizzier than normal.
“I’m fine Asmo,” you lie. “Just a bit tired, You may want to spend time with a livelier crowd than me.”
He laughs, the sound echoing through your room like a bell. “I’d rather spend time with you Mc, but if you are tired we could always go back to the house of Lamination. We could cuddle up in my bed and I could kiss you all over until you feel better."
You playfully hit him on the chest, “You really don't have to leave if you're having fun, I don't want to ruin your night."
His gaze softens a bit as he wraps his arms around you. "You say that like this night was planned out only for me. But it's not, it's for us and I want you to enjoy yourself as much as possible."
"But~" you start to say until his perfectly manicured finger gently shushes your lips.
"Even if it was, yours is the only attention I want. It makes me feel more..." he says giving you a playful little frown "Do you know how amazing you are to make me only want your praise."
"Pretty amazing," you giggle " I guess I could stay a bit longer."
Asmo claps his hands together in excitement "We can go back out to the floor and dance the night away." he says lifting you from your seat and pulling you back to the club where the two of you spend the rest of your evening completely undisturbed.
Pairing: Asmo x gn!reader
Warnings: None
Mostly fluff with a little angst (I meant for this to be pure fluff but my fingers slipped)
“What do you want? Use your words.” He whispered seductively, grabbing your chin to turn your head to look at him, locking your eyes. His power didn’t work on you, but you were certain this is what it must feel like. The way he was looking at you was nothing short of hypnotizing, and you couldn’t help the next word on your lips from slipping out.
Could I request a really comforting fluffy yet Kinda angsty Fic with Asmo? Maybe he’s having a really bad day, and suddenly he’s even more hyper conscious of how he looks, but he has to go to RAD so he pulls it together as best he can, (MC notices somethings off and try’s to start up a conversation with a nice compliment but MC is the one person who Asmo truly wants to impress so they kind make it worse because now Asmo thinks he looks so bad they’re trying to pity compliment him-) and then at the end of the day some random small-fry demon makes a comment on his “messy hair”, and suddenly he’s just breaking down the instant he gets to his room because if he’s not beautiful who will love him?
And then MC finds him a couple minutes later and just completely soothes him and just bundles him up in fluffy blankets and starts talking about how “They love Asmo no matter his appearance” and just give him little kisses all throughout his face while talking about all the things they love about him
Yay for Asmo content! I hope I did this prompt justice, I do love Asmo a lot and I wish the main story would give him a bit more attention.
Content/warnings: body insecurity, verbal bullying, Asmo is sad. I also did this more pre-relationship than romance, but it’s there.
One of Those Days
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Asmo was beautiful.
Asmo was beautiful. He knew he was. Thousands of people told him every day on Devilgram. Demons of all kinds approached him, desperate for his attention. If he went to the Fall, he could easily come home with someone - or several someones, if Lucifer was just a little less strict on the number of strangers in the house.
But some days he just couldn’t feel it.
His hair lacked luster no matter how much care he put into it. The bags under his eyes stuck out no matter how much concealer he slathered on his face. Asmo’s smile showed too many teeth but if he tried to close his lips, it looked thin and strained.
All Asmo wanted to do was stay home and hide. He couldn’t face his fans like this! What would people think if Asmo showed up looking anything other than perfect?
But Lucifer wouldn't let him.
At RAD, Asmo acted like everything was fine. He even paid more attention in class, trying to distract himself from the ugly thoughts building up in his mind, threatening to crack his already thin mask.
"Asmo, are you feeling okay?" you asked quietly at lunch, and oh, how it made him want to cry that you saw something wrong with him. Did he look pale and ill, or red-faced? Was his smile too fake?
"You're so cute, MC!" he cooed, trying to distract you with praise, with his arms around your shoulders, and make you think of anything that wasn't whatever problem you saw in him. He could see in your eyes it didn't work, but you let him cuddle up to you anyway, looped an arm around his waist.
"You're too sweet, Asmo," you returned and Asmo squeezed you tighter. Mammon protested from the other side of the cafeteria, but Asmo just hid his face in your shoulder to hide his racing thoughts.
You're too sweet. Was he too much? No, no, that was a compliment from you, you'd meant it as something nice but - why now? You were the one being sweet, he was just being clingy like normal. Or was it pity? Like in the human movies? You have a wonderful personality when what they really meant was-
The buzzer finally forced him to pull away, leaving him cold and his smile more frail than ever.
Asmo's hair was getting more and more disheveled as he tried to fix it, fiddling with it in class. You're too sweet you'd said, but Asmo wasn't the sweet one. Maybe Beel, who was so kind and sincere to you. Or Belphie, who was always seeking out your attention with half-lidded eyes and pouty lips. Or even Mammon, with his bashfulness and sputtering denials of his obvious feelings.
But Asmo?
Asmo was a gossip. Asmo was mean, snapping at his brothers and targeting their insecurities, cutting down any demon that threatened his popularity, he'd even been dismissive to you before you'd shown him how incredible you really were.
Asmo wasn't sweet, he was clingy and desperate for your attention and the only good thing about him, the only good anyone had ever seen in him, was his looks. And today, even that was fading.
Curses and Hexes passed him by in a blur. He hadn't written a single word in his notes. There was only one more class that day - assuming Asmo could avoid getting detention for his spiraling distraction. Asmo just had to make it through Devildom Law, a class no one paid attention to, and then he could retreat to his room.
Asmo stopped outside the classroom to fix up his hair in the door window once more, growling in frustration when it just didn’t sit right. The window was a dim reflection, he knew that, but he still hated the way it seemed to highlight his dark circles so clearly, his skin sallow and too pale.
The professor droned on and did not call on Asmo. His demeanour, frustrated and annoyed, was clear to all those nearby - and while he may be a student, he was also an Avatar. The professor was a noble himself, but in terms of raw power, Asmo was the one to fear.
Asmo nearly collapsed into his seat when the bell rang, relief snapping the tension in his muscles. He gathered his things, notebook pages empty, and moved to leave. It was finally time to go home, where he could hide in his room. Perhaps a mask later? A long bath? Something that would allow Asmo to relax in privacy. He'd feel better in the morning. He would just kill time until he could sleep without ruining his sched-
Whispers from the hallway.
"Have you seen him today?"
"His hair... what happened?"
"Maybe he's finally lost it."
"Finally, all those thirst traps were getting annoying..."
And Asmo-
Asmo knew demons were vicious, petty, jealous creatures. He had developed a pretty thick skin in the Devildom, or so he thought.
But today, he just couldn't.
He barely stopped himself from sprinting out of the classroom. Asmo wasn’t used to avoiding attention, hadn’t practiced it - he slipped out the back of the classroom, making his way through an office and out into a the hall, far from where he heard those voices. As soon as he made it out of the building his wings unfurled and he took off, the empty skies the only place he could be sure he wouldn’t run into anyone.
The minutes-long flight to the House of Lamentation felt like it took hours. Asmo considered just trying to fly through a window, shorten the trip to his room - but he’d probably be the first one home anyway, and Lucifer locks them all before school.
Asmo was right. He was the first one back, or at least if Levi was home he was already busy with his games. But Asmo couldn’t take any chances, rushed straight to his room. He only got to the hallway before his eyes started to sting.
Asmo slammed the door behind him, finally safe to let out the sob choking him. Without the weight, without the risk, of eyes on him he finally broke down, tears streaming down his face and hiccuping breaths shaking his body.
The relief lasted until he turned around.
Mirrors. Mirrors on his wall, his wardrobe, his fucking ceiling. Asmo had hung them all up himself, and now he was desperate to tear them down.
Instead he dove for his bed, the plush softness embracing him. He pulled the covers up and dove under, hiding away in the darkness, where no one could see him, where he couldn’t see him.
He couldn’t have been there for more than a few minutes before a knock at the door sounded. Asmo sobbed and curled up under the covers.
The door opened and shut. Asmo whined.
“Asmo? It’s me.” He heard the voice of the last person he wanted to see him this way. Asmo grabbed the edges of his duvet, pulling it close so you wouldn’t be able to reveal him. Maybe you’d just go away.
“You can stay there if you need to, Asmo,” you assured him. He felt you sit on the side of the bed, one hand lightly resting against his covered back. “I just wanted to check up on you.”
Asmo sniffled and shook his head. He hoped you could see the movement despite the covers.
“I’ll leave if you need me to Asmo, but I’m worried about you.” You rubbed his back in soothing circles. “I want to help if I can.”
Asmo choked out a word, but knew you wouldn’t be able to understand it with his sobs.
“Asmo, what did you say?” you prompted gently, hesitantly. Treating Asmo as though he was made of glass.
Asmo threw the covers off and tackled you in a hug.
It ended with a tumble off the bed, one where Asmo just barely managed to twist so he cushioned your landing.
Now you were on top of him, face bewildered before you took in his expression, his blotchy cheeks and watery eyes and smeared makeup. Confusion quickly shifted to concern.
“Asmo, what-”
“Why?” he wailed, clearer this time. You opened and closed your mouth, not understanding, and that just made him sob again.
“Why... Why do I want to help you?” you asked, and your face was cute while you tried to figure him out. You were cute and you were on top of him and everything in him wanted to make some stupid flirty comment, to pull you closer but he couldn’t, not looking like this.
Instead he nodded, sniffling, while you shifted so your weight wasn’t totally on his chest. Asmo was a demon, even if he wasn’t as outwardly muscled as his brothers, he could take the weight of one human, but it was such a small gesture of care it nearly set him off wailing again.
“Because I... you’re important to me, Asmo,” you told him awkwardly. You helped him off the floor, sitting on the soft covers of his bed. “I can see you’re hurting and I want to help.”
“I’m not fun to be around like this,” Asmo protested. His voice was still watery, but at least he could make himself clear. “You should go!”
You should go before Asmo made even more of a fool of himself. You should go before the image of him with his mascara running and his nose red and his hair a mess was all you thought of when you looked at him. You should go before Asmo ruined any chance he had with you. More than he already had, anyway.
“Asmo...”
You pulled him closer and he took the chance to hook his chin over your shoulder, hiding his face. He’d love to bury himself in your school uniform, but that would mean getting snot on you.
You felt nice and warm against him. Asmo couldn’t help but settle against you, letting himself half-collapse onto your shoulder. Your arms cradled him. One hand rubbed soothing circles on his back.
“Asmo, I’m not only going to be around when you’re... when you’re fun.” You squeezed him tighter. Asmo clung onto you. “You’re my friend. I can’t just leave you when you’re upset.”
“But I- I look stupid,” Asmo sobbed. You definitely had snot on your uniform now, despite his best efforts. “I’ve looked awful all day and now everything’s ruined and my stupid makeup is supposed to be hellfire proof but-”
“Asmo!” you interrupted him quickly and Asmo took big, gulping breaths that you try to soothe him through. Eventually you pulled back a little - just a little - so he could look at you.
“Asmo, you’ve looked great all day. Anyone who says otherwise is just being an asshole.” You tugged him closer until the two of you were practically sitting on top of each other. “We can clean the makeup off, you can have a bath, and then you’ll be back to your normal, beautiful self. But even then, that’s not the point.”
It did calm Asmo down a bit, the reminder that the makeup could come off, the redness of his skin could be soothed, the day could be washed away. He let himself relax a little, waiting for your next words.
“I’m not going to leave you alone just because your makeup runs, Asmo. You’re more important to me than that.”
“But-” Your words sounded sincere, but that didn’t make sense. Asmo was lust. His whole being was about beauty, about tempting others to his sin. Even in the Celestial Realm, his value wasn’t being a protector like Beel or a strategist like Levi. He was the Jewel of the Heavens, a pretty face standing beside his more useful brothers.
Asmo was beautiful.
That was all he was.
“Why, then?” Asmo asked you, fresh tears spilling from his eyes.
Why stay with me, if not for my beauty?
“Asmo.” You paused, trying to find the words. Asmo watched your expression, hunted for any sign of insincerity, any faked affection. He only found sadness and frustration - frustration at yourself, for not knowing the perfect words. “Asmo, you’re- you bond with Levi over fashion. You don’t just use makeup, you know all about it. I’ve seen you help Mammon get ready for shoots. You’re always trying to be a good older brother to the twins. You’re the only one of your brothers Satan can stand to be around most of the time.”
You rested your forehead against Asmo’s, letting him feel the warmth of your cheeks.
“You always go out of your way to talk about how nice I look. How sweet I am, even when I’m only passing you the salt at dinner. You’re kind to me, Asmo. You’re always cheering me up. You’re always supporting me and I want to support you, too.”
Asmo still wanted to protest. Of course he did all of those things to you - you were beautiful, your soul shone with a light he’d never seen from a human, an angel, or a demon. The two of you were nothing alike. You were incredible, and he was just...
Wait.
Asmo blushed.
He’d made you feel better? Just with all his comments and his flirting and being himself? You liked that? Not because he was pretty or anything, just the talking parts?
You wheeled back as Asmo sat up straight, narrowly avoiding his chin colliding with your forehead. His smile lit up his face. It felt a little tight, his cheeks ached and he could feel the dried tears on them, but he kept it bright.
“You’re absolutely right, hon!” Asmo puffed himself up, trying to breathe deep to loosen what tightness remained in his chest. “I really am amazing, aren’t I?”
You gave him a confused smile. Asmo threw his arms around you again - this time, landing safely on the bed.
“You’re just the best! Aside from me, of course!”
Asmo’s face was buried into the sheets, but he could still hear - and feel - your laughter.
Eventually though, you quieted down, and Asmo simply held you in the silence.
Asmo could’ve stayed there forever, but he knew Lucifer would start calling you down for dinner soon. And while he could stand to be a little vulnerable around you, he needed to maintain his reputation as the good-looking brother.
“Okay,” Asmo said, sitting up. Your hair was now ruffled and your smile was much more relaxed. Asmo felt any remaining tension leak out of him at the sight. “I really should have a bath before dinner.”
“I’ll see you then.” You squeezed Asmo’s hands. Asmo pulled you close.
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