I've had a major burst of inspiration for making comics! My biggest hurdle has always been completion, but I've found a secret: a sketchy, simple style makes the process fast and so much more enjoyable.
The idea for this one came from that popular TikTok edit with Vox and Lucifer. The moment I saw Lucifer in glasses, I had a single thought: 'Whoa, he looks good... but what would LILITH do?'
This short comic is the answer. It'll probably be my last Halloween piece for the year, so I hope you like it!
Can I request headcanons for Obey Me Brothers apologising and comforting his gn s/o after he accidentally made you cry please?
Lucifer
Lucifer is surprised that you’re crying. He didn’t think anything he said was that harsh. He was just being honest.
But…he can appreciate he does not have the tact needed for certain situations. Humans are so fragile.
Apologizes and even gives them a small hug, which is uncharacteristic of him, for comfort.
Mammon
Mammon knows he can be kind of a scummy person from time to time, but he didn’t think you would ever be upset with him. At least, not enough for you to cry!
He doesn’t know what to do. He tells you to stop crying, but that doesn’t work, then just vomits apologies on you.
Sends a lot of flowers, gifts, snacks, whatever as an apology. Goldie is getting a work out trying to figure out how you will forgive him.
Levi
Levi isn’t mean. He’s just honest! So he doesn’t understand why he has to apologize for just being truthful.
But…after a few days, he realizes you aren’t coming around anymore. Which is weird for him as he usually doesn’t want, or doesn’t notice, when people aren’t around.
Apologizes for whatever he said and lets you use his favorite controller when you tag-team game to make it up to you.
Satan
Satan is not surprised that he made you cry. He is the Avatar of Wrath. It comes with the territory.
He has been working on controlling his outbursts more. He is frustrated with himself, more than anything, that he lost control again and lashed out at the one person who still had faith in him.
Apologizes quickly and resolves to work on his temper more. He will be double resolute to do it for you.
Asmo
Asmo is shocked that you are crying and doesn’t understand why.
Usually, people only weep around him because they are so overwhelmed by his beauty. Not because of anything he did!
Showers you with apologies & praise. Offers to take you shopping, get new makeup, or even just iced coffees as an apology as well. Anything to get out of this situation.
Beel
Beel doesn’t have it in him to be intentionally cruel, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t be overly obtuse and still hurt someone’s feelings.
He really doesn’t mean it. His thoughts are usually only focused on food & fitness, and of course you. The order changes depending on which need is more urgent, which can lead to misunderstandings on your importance to him.
He would apologize quickly. Telling you that you are very important and his feelings for you. He just has a one-track mind when he’s hungry, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care very deeply for you too.
Belphie
Belphie is annoyed that you are crying.
It’s a very wet, irritating sound. He doesn’t like it. Also, why are you crying? What could he have possibly done in the 4-6 hours he is awake every day? You’re being dramatic.
Apologizes that you are upset. A very ‘I’m sorry you feel that way’ kind of apology. Comforts you by curling up in his bed for cuddles. But no crying!
More angel older brother Mammon. I wanted to illustrate him as a kid, too. Although he's still the second oldest.
Ps: I absolutely loved to illustrate Asmo's clothing, which is based on his OG angel outfit. Mammon's clothes are a combination of 1920s boys' fashion + his angel outfit as well.
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⚠️ Disclaimer: This is a fan-made artwork created by Tumblr user @treasureofmammon (me, lol). The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The character's design might not be 100% accurate | Reference used. | Do not repost without permission or as your own; however, reblogs and other interactions are allowed.
All the brothers when you pick someone else, romantic contact and more implied, based off og obey me, toxicity because they're demons who embody sin, light unintentional self injury in Satan and Belphie, no one reacts to this well just fair warning
Theres little that can be done to shatter Lucifer's pride
But this, however, is one of the greatest ways
His brothers, he loves, of course and he shouldn't be so sad that at least he gets to keep you in his life
Those darling eyes of yours still shining at him like stars in the night as they cross the dinner table
But that smile
So perfect and poised he'd have it framed just for his sight
Is not for him
The question of "why" won't stop ringing in his mind
Why him? Why not me? Was I not perfect enough? Did they want more that I simply can't give? Why can't I just change to be their object of affection
I have gotten over myself for the sake of them, why is that not enough?
Why
For a while, things were tense between him and the brother you chose
The occasional snide comment
Electing then to their least favorite chore
A much shorter temper
And for you? And your shenanigans?
Avoided, completely and utterly avoided
Suddenly he has to go to the castle, suddenly he has too much work to do, wow is that Barbatos calling?
But you're too tired of these demons running around, hiding feelings and not simply communicating
You step up to him, pointedly demanding why he's behaving like such a damn child and before he can object you're rounding off his list like a parent on their last nerve.
The moment you hear the word "Human" leave his lips you yell at him
Don't be dare talk down to you now, how dare he after all of this -
It's a back and forth for a while
"Do you not understand the absolute mess you've made of me?! Have you no kindness at all?! I mean, truly! You gallivanting around practically in front of me like you're doing it on purpose! Is it worth it?"
And now it all clicks. Now you understand
The moment your voice softens, the call of his name too sweet in your voice, he finally shatters.
Without any decorum, Lucifer falls to his knees clutching the fabric of your shirt, face pressed in your thighs
Instantly apologizing for yelling at you for things you don't deserve
This isn't your fault, he knows that, he entirely understands and even respects your decision
It's just hard for him to see himself without you
The world felt like it all lost its color
The smile on your face so undoubtedly pleasant, loving even, but not directed at him as your new partner told the news
The floor practically gave out from under Mammon, everything moving way too fast and way too slow simultaneously
Mammon was the first person to scream like a horror movie final girl - though his brothers didn't look that much better.
"CUSE ME?!"
He somehow feels nearly professionally hurt that you didn't talk to him about this before announcing it to everyone else
Why? So he could talk you out of it of course! Can't you see what a terrible idea this is?!
He's your first (demon pact) and he expects the respect of being your first (demon pact)!
You argue that this isn't from a lack of respect, you do respect him, you love and adore him.
The word love dug into his chest in an instant, nearly wanting to yell at you for using that word above any others.
You mock him. Clearly.
He disagrees! This is 100% from a lack of respect!
"You just don't care at all, do ya? Huh? Ya just like walkin' all of us?"
The others are quick to shut Mammon down, ushering him out of the room before he could hurt your feelings any further while the demon you picked has their arms squarely around you
Nothing felt further like betrayal in his life than this
Staunchly walking to his room and slamming the door behind him
Lips quivering as soon as the door clicked shut
Once more he had been rejected
Not just by others
But by the one person he loved so very much
It was hard enough before, but at least he had some claim to your heart, his want for your affection wasn't some massive pipe dream
Mammon got to hold you, to keep you close, to kiss you, to dote on you the ways only he could
Now what?
He just couldn't hold your hand anymore?
That loving way you'd say "Mammon" or "Mammoney~" wasn't going to be filled with that boundless affection
His chest hurt, nothing felt like it could have ever hurt more
Second best is never first place
Second best means he'll always rank behind
Second best means he was just that close to having you...
And he failed.
As always, he failed.
The tears fall from his eyes before he can stop them, gritting his fangs harshly as he walks up to his balcony and slides into the car.
At least then if you come in after him, you won't see him.
But you don't.
Honestly who could blame you?
You know Mammon and his spells, you shouldn't be surprised that he resists seeing you
You know he's already pulled off every damn photo of you he had in his room
You saw the frames scattered outside his room like garbage to be taken away- pictureless.
It doesn't make it any easier.
He's thorny with you for a week, avoiding you for nearly a month
But of course when you're in danger and you call on him, he comes running. Not a single complaint leaves his mouth and he's more there for you than he's ever been
This is how it should be, right ...?
Mammon knows, he should be there... Loving you even when you don't love him in return
Even when those I love yous aren't for him
It's a treasure all on its own to hear them at all, isn't it?
Your partner spoke for you, voice smooth, collected and somehow even excited beneath their veneer of confidence
Everything Leviathan would never be
Your arms excitedly tightened around your new partners with this certain smile you never gave him.
At first, he simply scowled, unable to help the boiling emotion of raged mixed with the utter rejection you'd long since taught him not to project came true
But here you go, proving him right, he was never enough for you from the start, was he?
So what was all this even for?
But before that venom he usually reserved for Mammon left that snake tongue of his
Your eyes met him
The worry for him deep with them, for him to have been the first person for you to look to for approval in some subconscious way
It sucked all the venom out from him
If he said anything, would you not just run away from him...?
The familiar fear he evoked from you in the competition...
Without a word, Leviathan made himself scarce from the announcement - met with mixed reactions from his brothers but all sour in their own way.
Curled up in his bathtub, face buried in a body pillow no tears come out
No, instead he's comparing himself every second more
What does he have that Leviathan doesn't?
Using it to rate himself against
Every good quality that man has, Leviathan effectively has none
Why would you ever like him? Some shut in loser
You probably just took pity on him, didn't you.
In the depths of his heart he knew it could never be true, that someone as wonderful as you could never love someone with so much fear and hate in his heart like him
He was stupid enough to believe you, let himself fall for your trap when your hands rested against his face and even told him you didn't mind the bumps of his scales...
Every time your lips met, reservation passed
In the places he used to lay with you beside him, reassurances passing through your lips he was now met with the cold reality of a bathtub wall.
Cruel and cold ceramic
And the sad music from one of his Oshi's playing distantly on his computer
The space seemed suffocating
Everything in his room reminded him of you
The games you've played, the times you'd drag him out of his room, how you held his mouse, even your secret knock to get inside which still rung in his mind despite no one coming to the door
You probably had your hands full, right?
You probably didn't even notice he was gone.
The sadness coiled in his gut, weighing him down
Yet he can't bring himself to delete your photos, he just hides them in a folder he now likes to look at when he cries
He will be back to you in time... He just needs space and avoidance first
Just so you don't see him cry.
The word seemed to silently spin around him way too quickly
Everything moved too fast, shifting so hard his hands had to grasp the table
The thing that broke your attention from your new beloved was the clear snapping of wood.
Effectively breaking it under his hands before he even noticed it
Staring down at those perfect green nails, hands marred with splinters and red around the edges from snapping right through
His eyes dully flicking up to meet yours, all the sharpness and insight gone
Satan is the first demon to try and pull himself back into place, to pull whatever perfectly crafted mask he has out of its shattered pieces
You both recognize it at the same time. But he's too late to be able to do anything about it and refine himself, put effort back into that reform
His horns are already breaking through. His feet raised, kicking the table upward swiftly and right over everyones heads. Food spilled everywhere-
Thankfully, your magic does wonders at controlling him until he buckles under the weight, forcing him to the ground on his knees with his sharp tail still carving his anger into the carpet and wood below
His mouth shouting insults over the pain, working faster than your magic, every word a barb at you - at him, steadily getting increasingly quieter
(bonus anger if it was Lucifer you picked over him, his mouth would be foaming)
Until he fell down, entirely drained under your pact and everything went dark.
By the time he woke up he was alone in his room
The rage did little to subside
The only thing that had come back was his manners, knowing it was wrong to take it out on you and his brother specifically
Demons are creatures of impulse, once they have a fixation there's little they can do until they fix it
In Satan's case it was ripping everything apart until he felt better
The books in his room remained safe. But while his brother slept in your room with you he trashed the whole thing, the house of Lamentations walls hardly safe and he fought anyone he came into contact with that wasn't you
Your beloved would text you when you force Satan to stay. While he never took his aggression out on you physically, you still avoided him like the plague
Any times your paths did cross he didn't hesitate to tell you how he felt in the least eloquent language you've ever heard
As time passes he slowly subsides. Slowly. The righteous wreckless anger he had now only served as insults and barbs, sneers of disgust but no more physical anger
You're still pretty upset that he called you a worthless kur though. His insults are quite creative.
Your relationship is more likely to have to be rebuilt from the ground up after this but in time it will be normal
In time he will apologize and admit he was wrong for his reaction
He loves you. Deeply. Even still. But it felt useless having put love in to not get love back, he didn't know how to handle it and he promises he will never react like that again. He loves you and now all he wants is what's best for you ... If that isn't him, that's fine...
Just don't leave him.
Have you ever heard of ego death?
No?
You're about to witness one live and in person!
Congratulations on your front row seat!!
He thought you two were everything, he thought that he knew exactly how you would react- Asmo thought he knew you more than anyone else in the stupid house
He was wrong.
You didn't pick him, the thing he was so self-assured that he had
Even worse yet, you were wearing that wonderful outfit he picked out for you in just your style with all the right colors
You looked gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, amazing, perfect
All to turn him down.
At first Asmo simply laughed
Scoffing beneath it
Before it turned into a full harsh laugh, getting louder and louder until your eyes were on him
It was the attention he craved, he needed to see your eyes, he need to feel them on him at least one more time so you could watch him crash out, so you could watch him become the mess that you made of him
How fucking dare you?
"Your loss sweetie~ call me when you come to your senses~"
It was the same bullshit he told to anyone who rejected him, the same well-crafted smile, the way his hands were perfectly poised
It was practically rehearsed at this point
He then started quickly assisting with any of the other crash outs that were happening around him, after all, he wanted to show you he was so unaffected by this. It wasn't even funny
He wanted to hurt you by how unaffected he was.
The moment he said goodnight and went to his room is the moment he crashed the fuck out
Grabbing all of the things that you gave him and accidentally destroying them with how harshly he hugged them tight, everything that you would ever give in him up in smithereens
Then he went through the photos on his phone, scrolling through photos upon photos of you and just how perfect you were
Now we had to change his background, he had to change your ringtone, he had to call you a traitor and his profile
Then there was the gifts he'd gotten for you, for future presents for the things he saw when he was out that just screamed you when he saw them
All of them were thrown in a bag, tossed into the corner and trapped there like a hazard.
He's screaming, crying, cutting your face out of physical photos and burning them away
He doesn't come out of his room for 2 days, he won't talk to you.
He won't respond to your text with anything more than a OMG bestie. I'm so happy for you!
Even if you ask him how he's feeling about all of this he just won't respond, leave you on read like you two didn't have anything that deep
After the initial moping stage
Asmo did what he always does
Start flaunting
Incubus, succubus, anything and everything you could think of was coming by the house in droves for him.
He would be throwing parties, taking a ton of photos with them and posting them on his story to try and make you jealous, flaunting off his body in more explicit ways just to see if you liked them
He wanted your attention, he was screaming for your attention, all that was left for you to do was simply pick up the phone and notice it
But you had respect for your relationship, you had respect for yourself, you didn't placate any of these, you didn't even pretend
Eventually he's blowing up at you over small stupid things, you try and discuss it with him that this is such a stupid thing to be upset about, but he won't hear it
He takes it as you calling him stupid versus calling the action stupid
It turns into a full on bitch fit (I say also having those) where he suddenly hates you and basically goes on a whole crusade about some of your secrets and things that you never told people, things you told him and confidence
At the end of it you already know what this is all truly about, you wind up chasing him to his room just like he wants and start berating him for taking out his feelings on you when it was your decision to not pick him.
This proves exactly why you didn't pick him.
Maybe that line was a little harsh but you don't feel that bad about it.
He's an adult and he should start acting like it
He breaks down crying at you, how could you say such a thing to him? How could you just throw him away like what you two had didn't mean anything to you? How could you pick somebody else that wasn't him, what does he have that Asmo doesn't?
It's a yelling. Fight back and forth between tears shared on both sides and nobody seems to be letting up on the other
It isn't until Lucifer begrudgingly breaks it up that you two are separated
He needs time, he needs space, he needs to feel beautiful again and he will get there, he will go back to being your number one supporter and he will thoroughly apologize
In the way that he usually does, gifts with short words and a harking inability to maintain eye contact because he feels like an idiot
He has loved you for so long, wanted you so deeply that... He's never felt so rejected in his life.
He's never felt love before.
You were the first and only person to bring him over the precipice of lust and see somebody for who they really were.
He admired things about you that weren't your body, he admired your personality, he admired everything
So yes, he's going to be taking this incredibly hard and like he rejected everything to do with him... The one everyone runs after like they're rabid
But of course the only person he wants doesn't want him
Beel stared forward, food stuffed in his mouth as you brought forward the person you had decided on
It was the strangest thing he had ever felt
His appetite was lost.
All the food had lost its flavor, texture, how good things tasted together
It tasted ... Grey
Awkwardly pushing his plate forward like it repulsed him, he muttered how he lost his appetite, eyes downcast like a sad puppy
But Beel's initial response to you is likely the healthiest out of everyones.
"I'm happy for you."
Bonus points of sadness if it's anyone but Belphie because at least those two are okay with sharing.
His voice is warm, he's smiling at you both and even gives you a shoulder pat and his brother a gentle warm ruffle of his hair - assisting instantly in dealing with any of the reactions of his brothers which are much less mature
Before Beel heads off to his room
Only then do you notice he hasn't finished his food at all, the plates still stocked a mile high - if there is a plate of course - considering Satan may have knocked that table sky high.
At first, Beel isn't sure what's so wrong, why everything suddenly tastes like nothing and where all his enjoyment has gone.
Everything feels increasingly lonely
He's not sure why, everything felt fine earlier today.
He suspects that he knows what it is, but he doesn't want to admit it mostly to himself...
It feels wrong to think of you in that manner, it feels wrong to think of his brother like that
What you two now share is the most special thing. Even if it doesn't include him... It still means something.
He doesn't get to be selfish when his brothers happy. When YOURE happy.
That's the goal of everything, isn't it? This is what he wanted for so long
He's never seen you smile that big
... Somehow that hurts more. He was never capable of making you smile that big.
At least his brother was happy, at least now they could be happy more consistently because you loved them.
How special it is to be loved by you...
Ah
He understands it now. Despite hating the feeling it still makes sense.
He feels immense guilt over feeling how he does and for the remainder of the day and the day after he hides it
He's doing his best to hide it, watching you run around with his brother
How despite everyone else not being around you still kept your caution. Everyone's over reaction had scared you into feeling like you couldn't be so active and loving...
He had seen you like that once before, when he went on his rampage over Belphegor
He never wanted to be the person to make you feel like that again
But he needs to talk to you.
It's better to tell you rather than leave everything up in the air, at least if he gets his feelings out, things will get solved faster and you'll know what to avoid
It's awkward, he walks into the kitchen and asks if he can talk to you alone and his brother begrudgingly accepts the proposal after you do.
He leads you a way to a quiet corner where nobody else would bother you to. He's nervous, playing with his hands like he doesn't know what to do with them anymore.
Hands that used to inevitably grab yours like a second instinct.
He used to never think about this...
Now he was overthinking, overly conscious of every little decision
He starts his sentence, stopping in the middle to reconsider his words - something extremely rare for him.
"I still love you. This is pretty hard for me. I know you're holding back and I don't want you to. It's all meant a lot to me, I'm not against what you did I just need some time and space to get right again. I'm not gonna avoid you, I just don't wanna go hang out yet. Can I have a week?"
And it feels weird, needing to take space from somebody that you adored so much that your heart hurts knowing you just don't fit the mold anymore
There's nothing wrong with you, he feels bad even needing to say this to you, you must already feel like you've lost a lot of people around you because of everything that happened...
He doesn't want you to feel like you've lost him and he will ensure that you don't feel that way
Well yes now you've picked somebody and he's very happy for you, don't ever get that twisted, a lot of people love to and it's hard for all of them to wrap their heads around.
He asked that you give them all time, but if they do something to hurt you or lash out then don't hesitate to call him or message him.
He will be over to help without hesitation
He'll end it with. He loves you, he will love you probably forever, the things that you two have experienced together will never leave his memory,
But he's just happy that you found your happiness, even if it doesn't include him in the same way you do his
With an awkward pat on the shoulder originally aimed for your head he will leave you in peace
There is crying, a bit of it, strained tears alone in his room when Belphie isn't there
His chest feels like it's going to break, his stomach both craving food and wishing to never eat again complaining at him
He is a man of his word though, once the week has ended and he's had his space to think and feel it over at least a lot more than he did before. You two can start hanging out again.
He still has feelings for you, those can't be diminished in just a week
But he has a lot more of a handle on them, and eating alongside you again is enough...
Belphegor just stares
He keeps staring, he doesn't stop staring
But all the rage on his face is pretty evident, he looks at you like you just fucking stabbed him
On all levels except physical, you kind of did.
He mostly watches as the others have their freakouts, feeling like his body no longer belongs to him
Staring at you through all of them.
Eventually, he feels like he can move his fingers again, everything his veins feel more like static than they do anything else...
"What the fuck."
It's simple, really, almost stupidly so
Perhaps if it was Beel he wouldn't be mad at all, if anything it'd put him at ease
For the sake of this, though, you're not with Beel
He's dealt with human betrayal before
This is what they're meant for
This is everything that humans do.
Humans are pathetic sacks of meat who truly do not give a shit about you until you can give them something that they want, a pact, freedom, their brother
The next few words that leave his mouth are almost just as simple
"Fuck you."
He can't be bothered to expend any more air on you, though and is quick to walk away from the situation
Strolling down the halls and knocking every painting off like a pissed off cat
He doesn't bother going back to his room, he goes straight up to the attic without even thinking
Slamming the bars shut, reminding him that he still is trapped in this prison for a reason.
Those thoughts he had, he thought he had gotten past them and now he just unleashed them again violently
He knows it wasn't right, he knows it's not fair, it doesn't make any fucking sense.
You've shown him that humans are so much more than this, you've shown him so much compassion and love and patience for him and the monster he was
So why does it all feel wasted? Why does it all feel like it doesn't matter and that none of it would ever have been enough unless you called him yours at the end of the day??
You message him but he simply tells you to leave him alone.
He knows his thoughts right now, he's been through these paces before and he does not want you around him when he's feeling them
There's still that underlying urge to kill, not you this time though
His brother, just to get back at you, just to make your face twist in that abject horror and sadness that only he would be able to bring you again.
Like he said, he knows these thoughts are fucked up. Belphie knows that they're one-offs and that they're dangerous.
He's a sin, he didn't truly expect him to be an angel about this, did you?
For the next couple days he asked that his twin brother bring him food, and water but do not let him out.
He fears the person he might become
The worst part is every time he falls asleep. He sees you, every time his eyes close there. You are laying next to him. So tired ... So soft, so peaceful
Every warm memory that you two ever had together is slamming in the back of his mind, forcing him to think... Forcing him to feel
He hates the feelings, at least this time he has his phone and he uses it to just blare music, anything other than allow himself to have these thoughts, to process his grief and his guilt about the life that he could have had and the love that he thought he had
Thinking becomes too hard, everything becomes too hard. Sleeping feels like a prison, but being awake feels even worse.
There are times you can hear the sound of your laughter up the stairs and it makes him rip apart pillows
How dare you be happy with somebody else? How dare you make him feel like he was never enough for you??
Do you not realize how much effort he put in? None of those other demons down there would put in half the amount of effort that he would.
And he only put it in for you!
Who else does he put an effort for?
You were his reason for waking up in the morning, his reason for getting out of bed, his reason to bother to try and eat- you were his everything
Eventually the thoughts catch up to him before he can drown them out.
It starts off with a very ugly rage, screaming and yelling, shouting about nothing and it's all nonsensical
But very quickly divulges into nothing but hot tears streaming down his face while his palms bleed from how harshly he's digging into them.
Only then does his brother come in and hold him like a baby, assuring him that you don't hate him and that things haven't changed that much, it's just going to take a little bit of getting used to
He doesn't want to get used to it.
He doesn't want to know a world where he wakes up and you're not right beside him, he doesn't want to know what love feels like with anyone else but you, he doesn't even want to think about who he was before he met you
He never wants to become that demon again
He's worried about what he'll do, how he'll act, before it was also impulsive and now he knows you and he loves you... He's scared
He thought he had everything figured out, the whole future laid out in the Stars that you three were connected forever.
It's going to be a rough time until Belphie feels open enough to communicate with you let alone be your friend
Beel assures you he has him taken care of and that things will be okay eventually
You're not so sure
But you're not allowed up the stairs again.
The difference is this time, you listen, this time you know why
You only communicate to him through text
The apologies don't feel like enough but you're also not aware of the vile thoughts going through his mind that you would objectively smack him down for
He hardly responds, only occasionally telling you to fuck off or that he's sorry
Eventually you'll get a text telling you to come to the attic
Then you're allowed to see him, when he feels comfortable and he apologizes
You tell him he didn't do that much wrong and that of course this is all hard but he tells you that no. He owes you this. He won't explain why. But he's so immensely sorry
It ends with his head in your lap and his arms around your waist, fast asleep with dried tears across your pants
