#obey me soundtrack

[sweetbrier2908]

basically, "are you ready" is a song about mammon saying he's always the one who attracts all the attention but now, he doesn't need anyone's attention except mc's.

[pandora-whowalksbetween]

どんな時も共に歩もう with you

[sussysatann]

If you love the music in Obey Me, I've been making 1 hour versions of the tracks on my youtube channel!

Here's the playlist if you wanna check it out :)

[cookiesandbiscuits]

GUYS!! Did you know that they released the soundtracks they used for the audio drama?

Because if not then you really need to check them out

[fgfirenation]

...I wonder what the Obey Me characters would say, if MC plays Doom Eternal...

If you know, you know.

[blamebonk]

Two beel sketches I had sitting collecting dust for a while

[idleanimationmp3]

Song: Dreamscape (Nightbringer Remix) Artist: Satoshi Onishi/Shin Wada Album: Obey Me! Nightbringer OST

[abigailexx]

Songs today were fire 😈🙏👊

[ratigan-in-the-wall]

Sorry I haven’t post in like, forever, I got sucked into the adhd attention span trap that is TikTok. Have this thing I did today.

Decided to draw my Nightbringer!MC (Zinc Ester) in his “demon disguise”. It was supposed to be his formal wear but ended up being casual wear instead :)

(And yes Zinc has a little tail and fangs, he’s a werefox and I wanted to incorporate it somehow. Its not exactly visible but he has claws and slit pupils too. I drew him with human ears this time but he typically has big fluffy fox ears as well.)

And a bonus close up on the face bc I’m really proud of it

[oll13v3r]

Art dump part two!!

First drawing : A portrait of princess Peach for an art trade I did!!

Second drawing: Undertale fan art themed around the song Home.

Third drawing: A refrence sheet of my character Raelyn.

Fourth drawing: I tried out ibis paint and ended up drawing Mammon from Obey Me!

[pandora-whowalksbetween]

  目覚めてしまえば 奪うぞ

[glamphantasm]

MC Monday Prompt 5: MC decides it’s time to introduce their favorite to the ones they’re closest to in the human world. What happens? Do they know the favorite’s not mortal? How do MC’s loved ones react?

(Changing this up some - we can't travel between the Realms at this point, and I'm trying to keep these all in the same chunk of the timeline).

Kai had left the House of Lamentation shortly after the disaster that was his early evening. He had stayed in the hall outside the room he used to call his own, half waiting, half dreading, seeing if anyone would check on him.

He wanted

(so much. too much.)

to feel like he belonged. Like he still had anywhere to feel safe, to feel loved- safe.

All of the brothers carefully avoided the corridor as they dispersed.

Kai wandered aimlessly on his way back to Cocytus Hall, stopping to browse different shops on the way. He ignored the comments and looks from random demons, truly finding himself incapable of caring at the moment. Mostly, he knew he was avoiding going back to the Hall, and seeing as the brothers would likely avoid him for a few days,

(who could blame them? that was a fucking lot coming from essentially a stranger)

the outburst running on an endless loop on his head;

(fucking potion. fucking asmo turning me into a show)

which meant being stuck with Solomon.

(fuck)

He was too tired to be angry. Too tired to care anymore. Kai could feel the effects of the potion waning, and was relieved by that, at least.

The DDD chimed in his pocket, a mystical sort of whoosh sound. He sighed, sparing the device a glance. The text showed on the lock screen:

"Went out with the angels. Will you be home soon? I can bring back some takeaway?"

Kai rolled his eyes, quickly replying, "If you want. I'm not feeling great, going to go back to the house and sleep for a week. I don't need anything."

Three dots bounced as Solomon responded. Stopped. Started. Stopped again. The message that finally appeared was short. "Oh. Ok."

Kai jammed his phone roughly back into his pocket and took the direct route back to Cocytus, shouldering the purchases he'd made on the way.

Climbing the stairs of the Hall felt like it had taken forever. Getting to the door took even longer. 102 steps from front door to bedroom. Almost there.

Kai dropped the tote just inside his door before locking himself in, barely resisting the urge to wedge a chair under the handle.

(the distance isn't enough, a wall, you need a wall...)

Ignoring the thought, Kai grabbed the bag, taking it to the bit of counter between the bedroom and en suite where he had set up a small kitchenette, intended to minimize breaks. He flipped the switch on the kettle, letting the water heat as he unpacked the bag. Four boxes of teas, shelf to the right of the kettle. Two cans of vegetable soup, upper cabinet. Pickled vegetables (two jars), springy, translucent noodles (three packets, bringing the total to four) in the mini-fridge. Two eyeliner pens on the vanity, parallel to the mirror. Packet of razors (six) in the drawer to the left of the bathroom sink.

The kettle bubbled quietly before clicking off.

Kai stared at the now-dozen boxes of tea on the shelf, standing motionless for several minutes before reaching for one at random. The preparation was meticulous and nearly mechanical.

Walking to the the bedroom, he set his cup down on the nightstand beside his DDD, before sinking down on the edge of the bed.

(i can see the castle beyond the window. i can feel the fabric of my pants against my legs. i can smell the tea steeping and the soap on the bathroom sink. i can hear the kettle ticking as it cools. i can...)

This thought process was repeated for several minutes before he took a deep, shaking breath, returning fully to the present.

Sighing, Kai picked up his phone by reflex, scrolling through the contact list. Every face that went by opened a new wound. His old psychologist always said he didn't have a varied enough support network.

(last laugh is all yours, doc)

As he came to the end of the list, Kai bit his lower lip.

(this won't work, there's no way this will work)

He opened a new message, to the only contact fully separate from his current drama - one he had added to every phone he'd had since he was 17.

Kai curled up on his side and began to type.

(this won't work, this won't work)

The silence stretched to minutes before there was the chime of a response.

(it's a coincidence it's my notice that i can fuck off and i'm kicked out of everything...)

Kai dragged himself off the bed, looking around the room. He perched himself on the vanity chair in an artful sprawl, back to the mirror. The lights of the sprawling city reflected through the windows, carved gilt mirror edge and luxurious antique furniture captured in reverse as the shutter snapped. He knew he was an absolute mess, but sexy trash was an old standby facade.

He sighed, going through his folder. Kai smiled, a bit sadly as he selected a favorite - a picture taken after one of Diavlo's parties, one that had gone well. A semi-posed candid shot, taken before any of them had realized. Kai had his arm around Lucifer on one side, and Asmo on the other. All three looked relaxed and happy, if a bit drunk and disheveled.

It was after he hit send that he realized his mistake.

Kai held the phone to his chest, curling up into a tight ball, concentrating on breathing until exhaustion claimed him.

[hellishattempt]

nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.

he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.

snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.

"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."

"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"

"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."

"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."

your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.

you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"

"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.

this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"fuck..." he cusses lowly.

"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"

"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.

"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.

from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.

[headkiss]

i have a summer themed request for steve!! helping him out with his sunburns from a whole day spent outside, just stupid affectionate, doting fluff <33

i loved this idea so so much thank u sm for requesting!!! i hope u like it <3 | 1.1k of pure fluff

Summers in Indiana are hot and humid, your hair a constant mess of frizz, the light sheen of sweat seemingly permanent on your skin until you cave and shower it off only for it to start all over again.

It’s windows open all night and fans plugged in all day in yours and Steve’s shared apartment, the hum of crickets sneaking through the screens, a constant soundtrack to your nights.

And—your favorite part—it’s beach days with your friends whenever your conflicting work schedules allow. Half in Eddie’s van, the other in Steve’s BMW driving out to the closest beach where the wind coming off the great lake is a little cooler, where you can walk around in your swimsuits without any complaints from town grandparents.

It’s how you’d spent today, packing up coolers and towels in the morning, sitting in Steve’s passenger seat with Robin in the middle at the back, leaning forward the entire drive to ‘keep herself in the loop’ even though she’d been the one keeping the conversation going.

Then it was spreading out on the sand, towels in a row and sunglasses over your eyes as the sun beamed bright in the sky. Everyone taking turns going for a swim, Eddie’s curls an absolute mess upon his return, Steve shaking out his wet hair the way a dog would. You leaning into his chest in lieu of a chair once he sat down in his spot behind you.

Finally, it was coming home happily exhausted from a day in the sun and taking turns showering (because shared showers aren’t fun when sand’s involved).

You’re already cleaned up, your pajama shorts and tank top thrown on, hair still wet and dripping down your back. When Steve comes out of your bathroom in nothing but his boxers, you can’t stifle the giggle that escapes your mouth.

“What are you laughing at, honey?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Looking a little crispy there, Harrington.”

“Don’t make fun of me! I’m in pain!” Steve dramatically collapses onto your bed next to you, then winces at the scrape of the sheets against his sunburn. “Save me.”

“Poor baby,” you say, failing to hide your smile. His back and shoulders are reddened from the sun, along with his cheeks and nose, but nothing too horrible. You run a hand up his arm gently, “I did tell you to put some sunscreen on.”

“Not the time for ‘I told you so,’ babe, really,” Steve huffs, an arm thrown across his eyes—though it doesn’t hide the teasing smile that twitches across his mouth. “I’m dying here.”

“Oh, stop.” You squeeze his arm once before standing, “I’ll be right back.”

You walk over to your bathroom and find your bottle of aloe you keep under the sink (because Steve is prone to sunburns) and grab it before heading back into the bedroom, where he’s still sprawled across the bed.

“Turn over,” you say, “I’ll do your back first, okay?”

He obeys, shifting so that he’s laying on his stomach, his head resting on his folded arms. Despite his sunburn, you can’t help but admire the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin, the constellation of freckles that scatter across his back.

You feel warm and fuzzy whenever you get moments like this, quiet and full of trust, intimate and sweet, because you don’t think you’ll ever stop feeling lucky that you get to call him yours.

With the aloe in hand, you get onto the bed and straddle his lower back, and he sighs as your weight sinks him into the mattress a little bit further. Neither of you say anything—save for the appreciative hums escaping Steve’s mouth—as you massage the lotion into his upper back and shoulders.

Soon enough, you’re shifting off of him and patting his arm softly, “‘Kay, flip over, Stevie.”

He does, and pushes himself up to sit so that he’s facing you, that private smile of his that he seems to save for you on his face. He dips in to kiss you once, and then twice, because he can never seem to help himself. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you say back. “Almost done.”

You spread a bit more aloe across his nose and cheeks, on top of the freckles that you can only see when you’re this close, and press a peck to the tip of his nose before pulling back.

“Mmm, I feel so much better,” he says. “Maybe you should kiss me again, just in case.”

“You’re a dork.”

“You’ll still kiss me though, right?”

You roll your eyes but don’t protest a bit when he leans in and catches your lips again. Twice, because once is never enough.

“Let me do you now,” he says, holding his hand out for the bottle that’s now laying by your knee.

“I’m not burnt,” you laugh, “unlike some people, I remember to use protection.”

He gives you a look that he always gives you before he turns something into a joke, “that’s what she-”

You cover his mouth with your hand before he can finish that one, “okay, okay,” you hand him the bottle of aloe. “Here you go.”

He grabs it from you and nudges your shoulder to get you to lay back against the pillows, your damp hair fanning out. Steve copies your position from earlier, swinging a leg over so he has one on each side of your thighs.

Lifting the edge of your tank top gently, he shifts it up to rest just above your belly button, his hands coming up to hold your waist before he catches himself and remembers what he’s meant to be doing.

Admittedly, you’d let him do this for you, sunburnt or not, ‘cause he looks at you and touches you as if you’re the most precious thing in the entire world.

His hands are soft as they spread the aloe across your stomach, careful not to get any on the band of your shorts or the hem of your top, and his brown eyes are warm as they wash over your skin, from where his hands work up to your chest and neck and then your face.

When he’s done, he tugs your shirt back into place for you and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your mouth. Twice, of course.

“There you go,” he says, “pretty as ever.”

“Yeah, because I’m not sunburnt, Stevie.”

“Stop it and let me compliment you,” he says, moving to lay down beside you.

And when you’re tucked safely to his chest, as close as you can get no matter the temperature, you think that summer just might be your favorite season, humidity and all.

[alllgator-blood]

hymns of the unholy drops tomorrow, I'm gonna make a track tier list but here's my initial thoughts before it comes out:

This feels worthy of a "read more" just because there's no pictures to look at and it's four paragraphs. TL;DR the album is very cheesy but I'm literally so excited I'm gonna stay up all night so I can listen to the new album the second it drops. The overly critical part of my brain is telling me I shouldn't derive enjoyment from this album unironically but I'm not gonna obey, I am cringe and free and I'm gonna crank this shit with no shame cause it's the game I like...IN MUSIC FORm

[gif meant to represent me randomly busting it down leshy style when I'm home alone, and singing "THE END AWAITS AS THE OLD FAITH TAKES THE LAST OF MY KIIIIINDDDD" over and over]

The lamb's song was kickass and if I heard it in the wild without knowing there was a metal album for this game, I'd spontaneously combust from sheer excitement. It's instantly recognizable and that's kinda all I wanted from it tbh! I've mentioned before that I'm way more of a djent/shoegaze/sludge fan when it comes to metal rather than the genre these songs have been, but I'm literally so excited the bishops are getting some kind of inclusion in a project that I'm gonna crank this album even if it reminds me of the shadow the hedgehog game soundtrack. Tbh this one is so solid that if they JUST announced this one and didn't make the others, I'd still think it'd stand alone quite well for what it is! Edit: I said I'm cringe and free, why did I spend half this section dunking on the genre.....

Leshy's song..........was totally lame but in an epic way, like the first time I listened to it I thought it was fine! But when I actually read the lyrics I had tears streaming down my face from laughter. I screamed out loud when the guy basically says "btw my name is leshy :)", the lyrics are actually so fucking bad. But c'mon it's LESHY he's the littlest brother, if anyone got a corny ass song it should really be him. The shredding solo at the end is fucking hilarious and if he was in charge of his own song, he 10000% would request that specific ending. Musically, this one sounds the least like the source material so far but it's got that arpeggio from his + amdusias' theme and that's arguably the most iconic part. Also, "DAYLIGHT WILL COME UNDONE AS WE ECLIPSE THE SUN" is insane and is the best part besides describing his blindness as "ETERNAL NIGHTFALL"

Heket's song...........It has my favorite lyrics so far but the vocal work after the 40 second mark had to grow on me. I can't describe it but it sounds like that post grunge style and as a grunge fan, post grunge is my biggest opp in the music world. I was hoping they'd get a female singer for this but for heket specifically I can understand why they didn't. The actual lyrics in the song are fuckin badass, when it gets to the "MAKE YOUR PEACE, CREATURE" part I always turn it up to a deafening volume because it goes BALLISTIC. Genuinely my favorite part of any of these songs so far. I adore that her characterization in this song is layered and isn't just "I'm leshy, I'm made of plants or something and also I'm gonna kill you", it goes through her arc PERFECTLY imo!! Instrumentals in this one are better than the leshy song as well, I really like that they brought back the pitch bending/choppy sampling from the ost for this one

I'm on my hands and knees begging for the shamura song to be good, the leshy song had me worried but they came in clutch for heket. If they don't work in shamura's iconic lines from the game, I'm gonna cry inside I think- I'll forgive a lame kallamar song but ONLY if it's funny. Narinder's theme is gonna be hard to fuck up imo I have faith it'll be top tier