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I tried my best to replicate the Harvest Moon art style a la Tree of Tranquility/Animal Parade in order to draw a Human!Farmer!Beel. This idea is thanks to @misc-obeyme ‘s and their Human!AU! Just a cute farmer boy bringing a lost sheep back! (BG literally from the HM:ToT game lol)

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[Me: I’m gonna start a new project! I can feel myself going into OBSESSION MODE!

My art program: takes a huge shit with no update in sight

Me: THE OBSESSION HAS NOWHERE TO OUTPUT! SYSTEM OVERLOAD, TAKING CRITICAL PSYCHIC DAMAGE!]

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I’ve seen a lot of Nephilim!MC theories going around on my dash and it gave me feelings like...

MC has made demonic pacts with the brothers.

Do y’all think that the brothers got Uno Reversed and got guardian angel pacts from MC in return? Is this Lilith’s way of protecting her brothers back, after they tried so hard to protect her?

🤔 [Thinking emoji except crying] 😭

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I wanna imagine that the cards are a real thing in-universe. Like, the brothers, royals, Solomon and Thirteen all get put into a trading card game just because they’re all very popular individuals with their own fanbases Everyone’s card art is a little different from their actuall looks bc the actual people aren’t involved in the art production, so everone gets washboard abs and clear skin. It’d also be considered defamation of any of them are portrayed with a single blemish lol.

Of course Asmo collects ONLY his own cards and MC’s cards, even if some of them look off. “This one’s hair is too brunette but I love the SHINE they put in my lipgloss!” Or something silly like that. They go into a photo album binder where he gets other pieces of fanart.

Leviathan collects SO many card and knows the rules and decimates everyone at the games, but he absolutely refuses to collect his own cards. “Can you imagine if I played my own card as if I were actually cool? Like I had those powers, or l-looked as dashing a-as they portray me?? None of my cards would actually be good?? I’m JuSt An OtAkU??” Never plays the holographics of MC. Those get framed but never displayed. (MC finds them and they do the same to him since they both avoid their own cards. In fact they do a daily dropoff where if there’s an envelope under their door they can usually expect it to be the others’ cards.) He’s also a master of making different decks, like he has a deck for every sin, every person, etc. The Royals+Angels deck and the Envy deck are his favourite ones.

Mammon thrives on the Devildom TCG market. Rare cards go for a ton of Grimm! And also you wanna know why he keeps trying to sell pics of Lucifer, right? He knows one of the official card artists. “This was the outfit this card was based on, yeah? Here’s the followup of him rolling his sleeves and loosening his tie! And I bet you’re gonna love THIS one! Nobody can ever seem to get his angry smile just right until they see it in person, but this picture comes pretty close. Doesn’t it give you shivers? I can start at 1500 grimm. Also, could you tell whoever is making THESE cards to stop whitewashing the GREAT Mammon? Plzkthx :)”

Satan’s not much for card games unless a friend challenges him to a different, more classic game, like rummy or liar. But he does keep the trading cards he likes the most. Art is art, what can he say? They’re also perfect bookmarks. His fave is probably one of MC that captures them perfectly in his vision.

Lucifer thinks the whole TCG is just silly and doesn’t really participate in any of it........... But Priddy Boy’s gotta be ✨Perfect In Everything✨. The man has canonically been stated to be good a video games for the simple need to be good at everything, you think he wouldn’t study strategy and play like it’s chess or smth? That and in his Dad Wallet where he keeps pictures of his brothers (and MC), he keeps his favourite cards of them behind each respectful photo.

Beel doesn’t really collect or know how to play, but Beel has autographed many a card after fangol games, so he can at least understand it’s a collectible item. He tried learning from Leviathan how to play this one time, and it made sense to him for the most part. Card has Life Points, Attack Points, and Special Skills. Beat up opponents' cards and win. Not too different from most other card games. But there are complicated rules to it that he forgets or mixes up. He’d much rather use the cards like dolls and make them “talk” to each other.

Belphie also doesn’t play or collect, but he does enjoy getting his hands on the holographic cards. One day Levi was sent to look for Belphie to tell him it was dinner time. He found the youngest in the attic cutting up the cards into shapes and gluing them back-to-back, hanging them up like a mobile. Levi fainted backward down the stairs and refused to look at Belphie for two months straight.

Solomon really likes these cards! Like Satan he uses them as bookmarks, but specific Sin Colours and People get paired with certain books. Green Satan cards are used on cursed tomes or books about curses, blue Satan cards are used in art history books. Pink Asmo cards are left in Seduction Spell books, while yellow Asmo cards are for books about venoms from creatures. Etc. Makes categorization much easier!

Barbatos doesn’t collect, but he does know how to play. He referees for the Young Lord sometimes whenever Diavolo gets a chance to have fun.

Y’all know ya homeboy DIAVOLO is one of the biggest collectors! He and Levi are both DAUNTING on the “battlefield”, though Dia doesn’t take things so seriously like Levi does sometimes. He’s even commissioned actual paintings of himself and everyone so that those portraits can be made into cards. They’re the rarest ones, there only being one of each person out in the world. As much as Dia would have loved to keep those cards, he likes to watch the chaos of others scrambling desperately try to obtain an Ultra Rare Royal Painted Holographic. Besides, he still has the original paintings! (Also he likes to collect the DevilWendy’s kids meal toy versions of those “cards”, which are actually those plastic “gold” plated cards inside of “”””pokéballs””””. Adorable!)

Some Thirteen cards have special abilities based on real traps of hers. Some of Thirteen’s traps are based on some of the cards. She likes to tape some cards up like stickers to some of said traps as decorations. Or as part of the trap. She once tried to entice Solomon with a card, but Levi fell for it instead and nearly got impaled in a tiger trap she called “Super Duper Rare Double Dare #106”.

Mephistopheles says he doesn’t care about such childish playthings. But once the Diavolo released those Ultra Rare Royal Painted Holographic, and ‘Phisto got highest bidder on the Diavolo card, SUDDENLY he’s become Maximillion Pegasus and his signature deck is the Diavolo deck.

Luke isn’t really one to play, but he does like the art of some of them! He’ll put some in a scrapbook! It’s also another bookmark technique, where certain people’s cards get bookmarked on their favourite recipes. He got the idea from Solomon’s method of bookmarking.

Simeon also doesn’t play but mainly collects. Got a little hooked on it before Raphael moved in and the room was being used for Levi’s spare collection stuff. He was even given many of the Common ones for free (what Simeon did with common cards, Levi didn’t nearly care as much, and trusted him more with cards than he could trust Belphie with holo’s...). He’s collected all the Seven Lords themed ones. It’s a nice, low-key hobby, like stamp collecting. He donates the ones he doesn’t need to MC or Levi.

Raphael neither plays, collects, or knows anything about them really. But he does still have an annoying familiarity with them, thanks to Michael wanting him to buy several packs, nay, BOXES of packs. Michael needs to be the number one Lucifer Card collector. Bro misses his bro... ;(

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Some lazy doodles~

I have long wanted to write a headcanon where high demons have lesser forms, so take a walk with me on this:

Imagine that the brothers are fighting with each other and one of them takes a serious hit, like, somebody's left hook got them right in the jaw and it was brutal. They fall to the ground, stone cold, and... just. Poof into a tiny little critter. Like a verison of their familiar. And they can't retake human form until they've rested and healed their wounds.

I'm doing that.

Lucifer becomes this fat-ass, little peacock. He's like one of those rotund Chocobo from the Final Fantasy universe, you just want to pick him up and squeeze him but he's slightly too heavy for that. His feathers are black, save for the tail which have black, red, blue, and green markings. If something makes him "Poof!" then he'll hide away in the Castle because he refuses to let his brothers ever see him in that state. MC can visit him, though, and he'll coo and get all fluffy whenever they pet his tummy.

Mammon turns into a three-eyed raven, but not fat like Luci. He basically becomes a bigger verison of one of his familiars, he's about the size of an eagle. For being the second strongest he gets "Poof!-ed" rather often because he gets caught up in so many fights. Most of the time, he's just a bystander then some stray shot hits him and suddenly he's squawking everybody's ear off! Hilariously, he's arguably smarter in this form so when he's stuck as a bird, his grades actually improve (if anyone can read his actual chicken scratch penmanship).

Levi becomes a snake. Duh. He has similar markings along his back to the colorful scales on his neck in his demon form. He isn't even the length of your average scarf, so MC can drape him behind their neck easily and he doesn't get in the way. He's absolutely MISERABLE like this, though, because he has no hands to play games with. He can get extra clingy to people if he's feeling cold, but MC has to invite him to share their body heat because he's too shy to signal what he wants.

As much as Satan would love to be a cat, he becomes a little unicorn (Sorry, I didn't make the lore). He's about the size of one of those miniature horses, but don't be fooled. He will snap your kneecaps and he's at perfect height to rear-kick his brothers right in the crotch. His coat is black but his tail, mane, and the underside of his horn are all his signature green. If he every gets "Poof!-ed!" he's big mad, so he'll spend the entire time trying to kick and spear his brothers so they have to suffer along with him. He's the cause of a lot of chain "Poof!-ings."

Asmo becomes the smallest, cutest scorpion you ever did see. Well, as cute as scorpions can be. His whole body becomes hot pink and he has the biggest widdle eyes (think those jumping spiders who wear raindrops on their heads type energy). He's also venomous as all hell, so his brothers HAVE to make sure that they continously call him "small, cute, and adorable" lest they suffer a week's worth of paralytic toxin. He can fit the palm of a hand and makes MC tie a little bow around his tail so he doesn't feel too bad about being under-dressed.

Beel, unfortunately, becomes a fly. A big fly (by fly standards), but a fly nonetheless. You wouldn't even know that it's him if he weren't traffic cone orange. Literally everyone panics when he gets "Poof!-ed" because it would only take some bozo with a swatter to put an end to the sweetest brother... Belphie never lets Beel out of his sight and even has a tiny leash so he can keep track of him if they have to go out. He's a lot easier to feed like this, but everyone has to resist that automatic urge to smack him away from their dinner plates.

Belphie ironically has the largest lesser form out of his brothers. He's a cow, more specifically a bull, but there's nothing special about him aside from the navy fur. He is a full grown bull and he loves to lord it over the others if they all get "Poof-ed!" at once. Also, good luck getting him to do ANYTHING in this form. He is a bull. If he does not want to move, he will not be moving. Not even Beel can carry him like this. He's the only brother who doesn't mind getting "Poof-ed!" all that much because of it.

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Like any pet owner, if you name one pet after a fictional character, then you need the rest of the collection. If Levi’s goldfish’s (and snake’s) name is Henry, well then NOW he’s gotta get a cat named “The Lord of Masks”.

[The Lost Kitten 5]

Chatroom: [Satan]

I can sense a reason why Mammon was even there in the first place, but Levi?? What the hell does he want with adopting a cat

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On a serious note, like... What do y’all think those “Applications” were saying to entice possible future students? Bc if I came across a flier on a lightpole on some downtown street corner that said “ROYAL ACADAMY OF DIAVOLO NEEDS HUMANS! MEET DEMONS, ANGELS, SORCERERS, AND WITCHES! LEARN SPELLS AND CURSES! WE WON’T EAT YOU, PROMISE! SIGN UP TODAY!”, I’d probably take a pic of it and spread it virally on the internet as a meme like “lmao check out this unfiction I came across today”

Someone takes a stub and a sigil activates, sending an application to their mailbox.

Next thing you know you wake up in the student council room like “I thought it was a joke pls don’t kill me”

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A good fight from such a small army, only for those seven to lose. As the final traces of their brothers and sister fell from the light, the angels looked at their hands, stained with the colour of pain. These hands. These horribly unclean hands holding spears and bows, swords and cudgels, used to cut down their own friends and collegues because Father had commanded them to, the bloody hands of hundreds of angels burned.

No one dared speak, or even think. The only noise that crushed the silence was the first cry. One angel had begun weeping uncontrollably. Another followed, as did more, grief pealing from Father’s children in waves.

In the human world, parents tell their children that it rains when angels cry. If that were true, then their world would have flooded tenfold that day.

Lilith, whose heart was so filled with love, she dared to save a single human. She faced obliteration by Father’s hand, to be so unmade that she could no longer live other lives.

Lucifer, the Morning Star, had led the rebellion in order to protect her. Before he fell out of their lines of sight, they watched him rip out two of his six beautiful wings, and all could hear his curses directed at Father, curses so shocking and unheard of it left them all shellshocked. Those who witnessed never knew nightmares before then.

It seemed like just yesterday, Mammon had become a Throne under Lucifer’s wing. Many younger angels had been brought up by him, and those same angels wondered if his blood now touched them. Had their blind devotion dressed them in his feathers and viscera? That red slick now permeated their pores and sunk so deep, it sickened the marrow of their bones with dread.

General Leviathan fought respectfully well, many would later look at the scars he had given them, only to remember him fondly, bittersweetly. He was a shy angel in what was once a time of peace, no one had an ill word on his reputation.

Future parties would no longer be the same without the Shining Jewel of Heaven. Many of Asmodeus’ former friends hid gifts of his away, feeling shame and fear should Father know the beautiful memories of him would be pulled out in quick moments of need, to wash away self-doubt and remember all the good things he had to say about everyone.

The ever-stoic and soft-spoken cherub Beelzebub had fought so viciously, destroying so much in his path. Near the end of the battle, they watched him dive desperately towards Lilith and Belphegor, who had both been struck down midflight. The two had been so close and beloved by him that he dropped everything to attempt to save his brother and sister. All three disappeared into the clouds, so no one knew if Beel saved either of them.

And poor Belphegor... Everyone knew how much he loved the humans. How many times had one of these angels covered for him and Lilith when they would sneak down to the realm of mortals, to watch and admire? How many stories had they brought back and excitedly whispered to them? How could they ever forget the way his eyes sparkled and crinkled with giddiness?

How could they? How could they have done this to them? Their brothers’ fight was with Father, why did they need to get so involved? How did this turn into a war? Was it fear of Father's retaliation? Was facing obliteration truly that much worse than losing such beloved, exemplary siblings?

Their eyes turned to Father.

And Father only stared back.

Who else would challenge Him now? Why should they? Did they forget how much... Father loved them? Molded their little clay bodies with His own hands? Breathed souls into that clay? Gave them names? Could they even comprehend becoming so ungrateful, without fear of becoming undone? Who dared doubt Him? Who should be so bold as to commit thought crimes under His omniscient watch?

Nothing was ever going to be the same.

My hands burn for you

My hands learn for you

As I lift them empty to the sky

And ask the good Lord why oh why

We must fill our smiles

With these broken bones

And hold our breath for you

Even when it was whispered that all but Lilith survived, they still mourned all seven just the same. The black sheep Simeon would bring back updates whenever he came home on his trips to the Devildom, risking further demotion. He didn’t have to do all that for them, but then again, all of those who missed the brothers craved anything he had to offer. After a particular scolding from Michael, Simeon began bringing home those books from the human realm, the series called “The Seven Lords” by Christopher Peugeot.

The young prodigy Luke was only so lucky to get to accompany Simeon on these trips. The young angels who grew up not knowing Mammon had to ask him what the former Throne was like, now that he was not just a demon, but an avatar of sin. However, Luke’s attention would always be elsewhere, uninterested in gossiping about demons in favour of handling whatever tasks a certain Archangel gave him.

Michael was forever altered. Without the Morning Star by his side, the leader of these angels now handled his and Lucifer’s workloads on his own. Now he seemed bossier, more rude, reclusive. His proverbial duet partner was gone, now Michael’s lone harmony sounded strangely off-key. So he rebelled in a safe and cowardly way, asking Simeon to retrieve little tokens and treats from the Devildom, just to get little ideas and tastes of what Lucifer and his brothers must be experiencing. Did they now like these kinds of things? Did his beautiful Lucifer also pass by these knick-knacks at the market? Did Lucifer think of Michael like this too? Did he...? Does his back still hurt...? It must.. It must...

The Seraphim Raphael could be seen being his usual stoic self, unreadable and silent, strict with the lower angels as usual. However, some would overhear the moments when Raphael thought he was alone, free to sniffle and paw at his dewy eyes. Despite his annoyance with some of the brothers, it seems that even some of the strongest angels had trouble accepting the empty seats at empty tables, the spaces they loved and shared that now felt so liminal, dusty, and disquieting, and the eerie silence where Mammon’s jokes, Asmodeus’ singing, and Belphegor’s stories should have been.

And no one thought to ask Father how He felt. A mile radius around Him was covered in eggshells and landmines. Everyone had the privilege of being divine and radiant, as long as no one questioned or betrayed Him. No one wanted to fall from grace, no one wanted obliteration, and so it was that everyone was... happy, fine, okay, content, satisfied. A moment spent pretending that Father wasn’t to be feared was a moment to rejoice in his unconditional love, as long as they never broke a rule. For if you betrayed Him, He would betray you.

So do not move

And do not think

Just let it be

Later on we’ll see

And if you asked any particularly brave or stupid angel, everyone living in the Celestial Realm was living in hell.

[Lyrics: Nataly Dawn, “My Hands Burn” X]

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Sometime after release day in 2019, my cousin started playing. Later in 2020 they tried talking me into playing, but I was more content to just listen to them recap the plot. A DND friend of mine was talking about it too and told me “oh you’d really like Mammon, he’s your type.” Then after I got my iPad and began trying out games to get used to using my stylus, I kinda gave in, especially after I saw those goofy ads.

(And my DND friend was right, Mammon’s my fave lmao)

Out of curiosity what made you play obey me? 👁️👁️

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I heard from a few people that they think Barb’s bunny outfit doesn’t suit his style very well, (which I agreed), so I took it upon myself to make a couple of tweeks.

LEFT: Original Solmare production, unedited. In my opinion...

⦾ Barbatos looks a bit flat

⦾ The lack of colour harmony doesn’t sit well with me. The corset is a bit too blue, and it clashes a little. Might sound silly, but his main theme colours are Cyans, Teals, and Greens, along with accent warms and purples.

⦾ Legs are nice and slender, but mostly unappealing. Makes him look top-heavy and unbalanced.

RIGHT: My edit.

⦾ Made the torso of his shirt a bit more baggy and sinched his waist slightly to give more illusion of curve.

⦾ Recoloured his underbust to match his colouring a bit better.

⦾ Added a little more flare with ruffles peeking out the sides of the hem of his slacks (inspired by other outfits, mainly his “White” suit). Ruffles and “flowing” pieces are a part of his profile, so I added what this outfit was lacking.

⦾ Also gave those ruffles a similar “crystal” pattern to those of his rabbit ears.

⦾ Recolouring his shoes for a little POP.

Questions? Concerns? Additions? I give complete permission to edit on top of my edit, I’m still learning fashion for funsies lol.

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Imagine crumbling some cheese and dicing a fruit for him and a greenish-cyan tongue darts out from the box and swipes something from the Tiny Charcuterie Board.

Barbatos' true form but he's literally just some creature that the human brain can't comprehend so he hides in a dark room only letting his gnarly looking arm and tail out

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Nearly forgot I have art of my MC, Herbert. Here are his “pact outfits”, which I was inspired by a friend.

Since Herb loves tattoos, I decided to give him specialized tattoos instead of sigils, along with their sin symbols. Like, sigils all over the back are sexy as hell, but it just ain’t Herbie. I headcanon that you can only use one of the pact powers at a time, for a limited time. But you can summon the outfit whenever lol. (I enlisted the help of Shoplook to create these outfits)

Lucifer: A peacock feather on the back of his neck. Being “stiff-necked” means being stubborn or too prideful about something. The special power he gets is the resistance to weak curses. After activating the pact, the curse can be dispelled. If it’s too powerful for him to dispel, he’ll have to go to Lucifer or even Diavolo.

The outfit is supposed to be professional and give Herbert a sense of confidence.

Mammon: A crow with a glittering marble in its beak, on the palm of his right (dominant) hand. You’re likely to grab things with your dominant palm. It’s canon that all pact-holders with Mammon have incredible luck. But I also think that he’s got increased skill in sleight of hand. DEX +5 lol.

Every bit of this outfit should exude luxury and wealth. Herb is also wearing the special earring Mammon gives in that one Devilgram.

Leviathan: A white and peach-coloured snake, crawling through the ear and to the eye. Things we see, and things we hear, we often experience envy. Envy clouds our judgment and twists our perception. With Levi’s pact power, Herbert can summon a weak, mini Lotan (Levi calls him “Chibitan”), who does all the water magic for him. Chibitan can’t flood an area like the main Lotan can do, but he can create water out of the vapors in the air, boil water, freeze water....... If you know anything about D&D, Chibitan knows all the water/ice-based cantrips and level 1 spells. (I like to think that if it’s a spell in D&D, it’s a spell in Obey Me lol).

I wanted to give Herbert a cosplay-look to him, something Levi would fawn over, lol.

Satan: A unicorn surrounded by thorny roses, on the back of his right (dominant) hand. When you strike someone, you usually punch or backhand them (ignore open-palm smacks). His pact power utilizes strong emotions to buff him in different ways (think MP100, where you experience 100% sadness, or 100% happiness, etc). Happiness bolsters his offensive magical ability, sadness makes his curses stronger, anger boosts his speed and physical strength, fear gives him a higher constitution and defense, and love gives him the ability to heal.

I honestly didn’t know what to do here. Satan has no style, but he has the grace to make up for it. I think when I imagine wrath, I imagine the punk movement. Does that make sense?

Asmodeus: A scorpion surrounded by pink roses, on his left hip/thigh. Hahahahaha it’s on his most sensitive area lmao. (Asmo hates that it’s a scorpion hhhhhh bugs!) This pact grants him the ability to charm anyone and anything (to an extent). He isn’t as good as Asmo, but Herb can at least calm others’ emotions and befriend them. Herb would most likely use this on animals.

SEX APPEAL SEX APPEAL SEX APPEAL. At first, Herb just feels so exposed in this fit, but he kind of gets used to it over time. Kind of.

Beelzebub: A lion skull framed with triangles and teeth, in between his ribcage. Pretty obvious why I put it there. This pact makes Herbert the APEX PREDATOR. He can amplify his senses, speed, strength, and endurance. The pact can also give him the ability to see in the dark and reduce any brightness around him. He can’t eat like Beel, but he can fucking HUNT. Also, thanks to the canonical fact that Beel’s pact gives MC the ability to “conjure large gusts of wind”, Herb can use that to hide his scent.

Something sporty and energetic. Not exactly hunting attire, but this is “Fantasy Demon Land”, let me dress him in something a lil’ slutty okay...?

Belphegor: A fox sleeping in its den beneath a tree, on his left shin/ankle. When you’re being slothful, you’re fairly immobilized, so you don’t really get up and walk around. Herbert can use this pact to create a “telepathic” bond with someone he’s familiar with from far distances, in a similar sense to Beel and Bel’s twin telepathy, where instead of reading minds, he can feel another person’s emotional and physical experiences. He can also send similar feelings to others he’s bonded with, which is handy whenever he’s in danger.

Silk, plush, baggy, everything to make him comfy. Sometimes he wears these as regular PJs for when he wants to sleep in.

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[Short fic below, cw// description of a near anxiety attack. This MC is my own OC, he/him pronouns]

Sometimes, Herbert felt like his D.D.D. would glitch on purpose. There were many group chats he had no part in, and only in the rarest moments was he guilty of peeking into one of them every now and then, but only if they mentioned his name specifically. What could he say? It was easy to give him anxiety. (Though there has never been a mean thing said about him... yet...) Any other chat, he would ignore. It wasn’t his business.

So when he saw a new chat that had everyone he knew except him, specifically titled “Pictures of Herbert”, almost all of his organs lept to his throat, teetering on the verge of a sudden panic attack.

Are they making fun of me? Do these pictures make me look bad?? Oh no oh no OH NO...

His spiraling wasn’t made any better by the fact that the chat pinged with new uploads from Mammon and Satan, his closest friends. Or, were they his friends? Were they spying on him right now? Were they laughing behind his back?

NO, STOP THAT. A small voice in the back of his mind berated him. THERE HAS TO BE A REASONABLE EXPLANATION FOR THIS. DON’T PANIC WITHOUT ACTUALLY SEEING WHAT’S GOING ON.

The human sniffled, hunched over at the table in his room. Of course he couldn’t stop the crying now, but he could try clicking open the chatroom with his namesake. “Try” being the operative word. His whole body trembled with apprehensive horror. Did he really want to know what his supposed friends thought of him? In his shaking hands, he accidentally clicks on the chat, before dropping the phone as if it shocked him. Quickly, he covered his leaking eyes.

It’s okay... It’s okay... If they didn’t want to be your friends, they wouldn’t go through this much trouble to pretend for so long... Open your eyes. Count.

Herbert peeked through his fingers.

Five things you can see. Four things you can touch. Three things you can hear...

These were words he could recall from his stepmother, memories he had to rely on even more since his time here in the Devildom.

After his learned coping mechanism, he could focus on his breathing a lot better.

Worst case scenario? Embarrassing photos of you. Best case scenario? Commissioned art works of you. Realistic scenario? Selfies that had been taken with you with your enthusiastic permission. After all, those are the only photos you can recall being taken of you, and it’s not a stretched conclusion considering Asmo and Mammon are the ones who take the most selfies with you. It also makes sense that all your friends are competitive over you. That’s right! It’s a selfie competition! See how many selfies they can get with you!

Before Herb could continue rambling to himself, he peeked down at his D.D.D. and paused...

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Mammon:

Satan:

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Well... This wasn’t what the human was expecting. He thought that “Pictures of Herbert” would literally mean pictures of him. After drying his eyes, he takes another look at Mammon’s post. The person in the picture wasn’t him, nor was it anyone he knew. The rest of the photo was what looked like... maybe a Devildom-equivalent of a Goodwill? Maybe Mammon posted the wrong picture? But if that were the case, then so would have Satan, who probably wasn’t one to just “accidentally post” anything.

The avatar of wrath’s photo wasn’t Herbert either, though it did appeal to him. It looked a lot like one of his family’s Maine Coon’s, Jackdaw, except for the piercing lavender eyes. Herbert saved the photo for his personal collection.

Continuing to scroll, the exchange student saw more and more pictures of anything but him! Asmo posted a picture of a cute blueberry and lavender-cherry berry parfait, with a music note-shaped sugar glass decoration sticking out of the top. Mephisto posted a painting of a winter scene from the human realm, complete with a cabin with lit windows, snow-dusted pine trees, and a pink and orange sunset at the end of the valley. One of the very few things that even came close to resembling Herbert was a post from Levi, who had a picture of a videogame where one of the side characters looked slightly like him, except without the freckles or glasses, and a pair of black wings.

It was like scrolling down the For You page on his Devilgram feed, where most things appealed to him, and he had to stop himself from clicking the non-existent like button. And the more he scrolled, the more the knot in his stomach loosened.

They aren’t pictures of me... but then, what are they? Are they things that... remind them of me?

Suddenly, the tears were back, but now for a more delightful reason. Why couldn’t they just send these to him directly? He would have LOVED to get these!! However, the longer he scrolled, he figured there were just so many pictures, perhaps he would have been overwhelmed. Still, it warmed him all over to think that everyone thought of him. That they could see a periwinkle flower, or a black cat, or even a thrift shop, and be reminded of little old Herbert.

Suddenly, Herbert had to click away. Not because it was getting too much, but now he was inspired!

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“Oi oi oi! Mammon’s here! Herb’?” Mammon had opened the exchange student’s door without knocking, but paused. A quick glance around, and the demon could tell Herbert wasn’t here. Shrugging, Mammon closed the door behind him as he took little peeks around the rest of the room, curious if anything had changed since he was last here.

And indeed, Mammon found something, almost immediately even. On the wall, above Herbert’s bed, hung a corkboard with several pictures all pinned about. All of them had been printed and cut out to resemble polaroid photos, which seemed silly.

Just get a retro camera or something... Though in the darkest recesses of his mind, it was kind of cute.

There were quite a few up there, maybe too many. If it weren’t for the contents of the photos themselves, he would have thought Herbert was having some sort of conspiratorial breakdown. One picture was of an albino crow. One was a toy treasure chest full of “golden” plastic rings and coins. Another was a photo of one of those Japanese noodle shops from the outside, the red curtains just hiding the faces of the patrons on the inside.

Mammon blinked. Something about the board felt familiar to him, but he couldn’t place a finger on why. Turning, he saw more corkboards on the table, along with stacks of papers, scissors, pins, and many pieces of scrap paper strewn about.

Without much time to wonder about all of this, the sound of a door clicking open behind him made Mammon spin on his heel, seeing his human walking in and noticing him.

“Ah, Mammon!” Herbert beamed, “Thanks for coming here!”

“Uhhhh, yeah. What’s all this?” The demon gestured to the arts and crafts project that was strewn about the room.

“I think they’re called mood boards? Friend boards? Something like that?” Herbert shrugged and scratched his neck. “I uhh... saw it on Devilgram. Where you take images that remind you of your friends and put them together on a corkboard. Since I’m going back to the human realm in a couple months, I thought I’d make something for my bedroom back home.” Herbert points to the one hanging on the wall. “I finished yours yesterday! What do you think?”

Mammon’s eyes widened, then he shook his head. “Can’t ya just take pictures of us?” He asked, a tinge of red blooming in his cheeks.

Herbert smiles again. “I don’t know. Wouldn’t it be nice to have other reminders too? Beyond a face and body? You’re more than just a pretty-boy model, Mammon.” He snickers.

The demon hummed aloofly, his blush glowing slightly more now. “I-Is that all you asked me over for...?”

“Actually! I was thinking of taking a breather from my little project, and wanted to know if you were busy at the moment? Maybe we could get lunch, and-or go window shopping?”

Mammon’s eyes lit up. “Well... I was gonna do something... but I guess I could babysit you for a while...”

“Cool!” Herbert beamed once more, grabbing his jacket from the bedpost. “Anyplace interesting you had in mind? I could go for something new!”

“Yeah? There is this thrift store I came across once recently, tucked away on Hellcat Alley...”

You find out there's a mass group chat and literally everyone except you is a part of it. The brothers, the royals, Solomon and the angels, even Thirteen and Mephistopheles.

The group chat is called "Pictures of [Your Name]." There's no text, no discussion going on. It doesn't even have a single actual photo of you.

A select few of the photos it does contain are: a round baby bird, a plush bear on a pedestal displayed in a store window, a misshapen carrot that looks like it has arms and legs, a beautiful fish, a bootleg anime figure, water stains on a wooden plank that vaguely resemble a face, a teacup with a cherub on it, a soft flower, an open cheeseburger with a pickle slice tucked under the cheese like a blanket, and a rock with spots that look like eyes. You scrolled nonstop for fifteen minutes and couldn't reach the start of the chat.

[obey-moi]

WELCOME TO PROJECT -🎶OBEY JAMS����-

I’ve created some OPEN playlists of the Obey Me: Shall We Date/Nightbringer characters! You can add whatever songs you feel fit the characters best! However, the links are only open for SEVEN (7) DAYS. I’ll try to keep re-opening them, and I’ll make announcements of the next deadline before I refresh them! If a playlist hasn’t been reopened, please DM me!

You don’t even have to add to the playlists to participate! Reblogs to spread the project are much needed and even more appreciated!

RULES:

1.) KEEP LUKE’S PLAYLIST PG. If I see a nasty no-no song in his playlist, it’s gone. He is ELEVEN in human years! (Otherwise, more adult-oriented songs are allowed in everyone else’s playlists!)

2.) No hateful songs. What this means; no bigotry, nothing exceptionally violent, nothing to suggest hatred towards the characters or groups of minorities. You CAN post songs that are angry/sad/emotionally charged in the context of canonical characterization. If you’re unsure about the song you want to post, or if you recognize a song as hateful before I do, please don’t be afraid to DM me!

3.) Please be mindful, and try not to add anything inspired by fanfiction, ships, headcanons, or OCs. Those are all very wonderful and I love learning about them and reading fanfics! However, these playlists are not the place for those. Please keep as close as you can to canon as you can (which can be flexible, don’t worry if lyrics aren’t 100%). What IS allowed are songs that has vibes. If they have vague/no lyrics, you can add songs based on vibes. Again, if you aren't sure about a song you want to add, please DM me.

4.) There is no limit to how many songs you can put into these playlists! Go crazy! Also, doubles are permitted (meaning one song can be allowed in more than one playlist!)

Why I’m putting this project together:

1.) To chill to songs that remind us of our fave characters.

2.) To get into a fanfic-writing mood!

3.) I’m a musically inclined autistic Why not?

4.) Bring the fandom together for something fun!

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POST DATE: Januart 1st, 2024

DEADLINE: January 7th, 2024

Listed Alphabetically.

ASMODEUS

BARBATOS

BEELZEBUB

BELPHEGOR

DIAVOLO

LEVIATHAN

LUCIFER

LUKE

MAMMON

MEPHISTOPHELES

RAPHAEL

SATAN

SOLOMON

THIRTEEN

[obey-moi]

This looks so fun lol

THIS IS HERBERT. He is a mess. More below.

Herb’s bag:

🐈‍⬛ - Simple messenger bag. Nothing special, other than it functions as a bag.

🐈 - (Don’t tell anyone there are secret compartments and pockets…)

🐈‍⬛ - Obviously most people wouldn’t just go anywhere without their D.D.D., right? That would just be irresponsible.

🐈 - A cloth for his glasses, which aslo kind of works as a “wallet”. The keys on top go to his moped and his locker at R.A.D.

🐈‍⬛ - CURRY BUN. Herbert loves the spices down in the Devildom, and these buns are Easy To Acquire And Easy To Eat. He’s gotta carry extra just in case Beel get’s the rumblies in his tumblies, but they’re usually for eating before he takes certain medications.

🐈 - Decaf chai. His dādā (grandfather) always made decaf chai for him and his sister, so it’s a comfort drink for him.

🐈‍⬛ - Glasses case with cleaning spray inside. This man is legally blind without his glasses, so he takes the utmost care for them!

🐈 - Emergency blanket for all your emergency needs. Torn/dirtied clothes? Blanket. Spending the night outdoors? Blanket. Need a sling, or to stop bleeding? Blanket. Bag is destroyed, or need an extra bag? Blanket. Small fire in need of smothering? Blanket. Someone in shock? Blanket. Belphie? Blanket.

🐈‍⬛ - Notebook and pencil/eraser for R.A.D. He takes school pretty seriously.

🐈 - Herbert, Satan, and Solomon are the Cat Gang. They all keep stock of treats and toys.

I saw this trend going around on Twitter and decided to tweak it a bit.

What does your MC/self-insert look like and what do they keep in their bag?

・✦ body type A / body type B / bag

Feel free to explain the things in their bag, the Picrew has quite a lot of options. Tag a friend to do it as well if you like!

I'll tag @doodlboy, @glamphantasm, @rubystarraven, @dcvilgrams, and @spicymoodle! Hope you all don't mind.

Sano's Bag:

・✦ A satchel, because they're really quite handy for when a backpack takes up too much space.

・✦ His DDD, of course, along with wired earbuds for music.

・✦ His wallet, and a key FOB to Mammon's car, as well as the key to the House of Lamentation.

・✦ A handkerchief just in case. Various little trinkets that he thinks look neat and takes home to make jewelry from.

・✦ Snacks for Beel in case there isn't food available. He always keeps at least two.

・✦ Lip balm for Asmo, his Switch for Levi, an extra pair of gloves for Lucifer, and a blanket for when Belphie falls asleep somewhere he really shouldn't be sleeping.

・✦ His tablet for when he wants to draw and can't bring other sketching supplies with him. It's a lot more discreet.

[obey-moi]

Angels and demons can live centuries, millennia even. There’s no arguing about that. Even Solomon has lived hundreds on hundreds of years.

Another fact is that both races also have visited the human world (demons more often than angels, if I’m assuming correct).

What I would LOVE to see is what the characters got up to during the decades, what styles they would wear in order to blend into the human world, stuff like that.

(Keep in mind this all comes from a Very American POV of history, which is not to discredit or forget other events around the world. I’ll even cover Belphegor’s whereabouts despite being grounded in the attic for a while. I just want to keep this light-hearted, yeah?)

Like. 50’s gangster/beatnik bs, of course. I’m sure many of us have written plenty of 50’s AU fics. Not much I can say here. I’m sure Asmo adored Mod back then, as well as the little well-known Marilyn Monroe, and was incredibly heartbroken over the deaths of James Dean and Buddy Holly. Satan fell in love with “Catcher in the Rye” and is just behind most riots and protests in general, here and in the future. Belphie gets more and more interested in the developments between America’s and Russia’s space race.

Then the 60’s, Belphie REALLY getting behind the hippie movement, where more teens and young adults became disillusioned with the status quo and stopped working, started living in vans, and taking crazy drugs. That must have been a groovy time for Bels. Not to mention Asmo is probably one of the biggest inciters of the free love movement. Without that 57 brother duo, The Beatles, The Monkeys, all those bands might not have ever existed. Mammon gets super inspired by Oceans 11 and tries to get his brothers in on a heist plan (Lucifer shuts that down QUICK).

And when they hit the 70’s?? Leviathan discovering PONG?? Lucifer going with Diavolo to a fucking discotheque wearing those silken half-open button-downs and flared pants??? (I’M GOING CRAZY. I’M GONNA TURN INTO A BUG. I think I just want to see those two wearing silk shirts with all the sexual tension between them of the covers of gay romance novels). On the other end of the subgenre scale, Satan gets into punk and blasts The Clash and The Ramones on Lucifer’s record player 24/7 in an act of defiance.

Then in the 80’s, Mammon got up to terrible corpo-schemes, going crazy over the stock exchange. And Beel. Ohhhh god Beel is going crazy keeping up with the Fast Food development. He’s running around, going from one fast food joint to another like a strained addict who needs his next McRib fix. Asmo? Oh honey, he is WORKING. He is SERVING. He is becoming a TRENDSETTER, an ICON. The clothes, the hair, the makeup, the colours and prints and fabrics, the whole god damned EVERYTHING. Prince? Madonna? Jane Fonda? Uplifting and inspiring each other (or at least their stylists). Although, if you ever find photos of Asmo in his 80’s era, no you didn’t. (Mammon keeps entire photo albums of all his bro’s in the decades in secret. Claims it’s for blackmail or to sell to fans.) The NES comes out and it all goes downhill for Levi.

I could go into more decades, but I wanna hear from Y’ALL! I wanna read what era events or trends you can see the characters getting into and influencing/being influenced by. Please, share your thoughts!

[obey-moi]

(This is my alt OM! account lol hi)

Alright this post is getting some sliiiiight traction, so all I want is for everyone to share their silly lil blorbos with me. Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Pl

This is a NICE THREAD with NICE PEOPLE. All CRINGERS and HATERS DNI or I will TURN YOU INTO BUGS. Plzkthx

Anybody else just love all the characters so much that you make different MC’s/OC’s for everyone? Like, a different love or platonic BFF for every character? I’m sure Purgatory Hall and Cocytus Hall have enough rooms, right? Maybe even cram a few into the castle? Yeah?