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Some of my favourite MC lines from recent events & cards:
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Just casually saying shit like this
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😭
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Either they're terrified for their life at the concept of eating Solomon's food (fair) or they're missing the batshit crazy food of the Devildom (absolute madness. they adapted so well the food meant for humans no longer tastes right to them. Instead they prefer the food normal humans canonically cannot eat - babygirl WHAT are you)
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I don't know why I find this so funny but I do
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liar. LIAR. L I A R.
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temis-de-leon · 2 days
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Day 8 - Unwanted kiss
Characters: Diavolo x fem!MC
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CW: non consensual kiss, implied other types of sexual harassment (not from Diavolo's nor MC's part), MC defends herself, pre-established relationship
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There were a dozen reasons that could explain MC’s presence in his office. Did she miss him? It wouldn’t be the first time she visited him out of the blue with a wide smile, hands locked behind her back with a certain innocence that made him put his paperwork aside in order to pay her attention.
Sometimes she'd need his help for homework and in what universe would he say no? Of course, there were also the official meetings, but having part, if not all, of the brothers and his butler there made bonding time with her barely impossible.
No, Diavolo perfectly knew he very much preferred their private meetings, the ones where he could ask about her daily life without an audience and where her eyes were fixed exclusively on him.
So when he heard a knock and the one to enter was MC, he couldn’t help but smile immediately. However, her sour expression made him stop in his tracks. She was pulling the hem of her pleaded skirt down and her hair looked messier than ever.
“MC?” he called, but she wouldn’t raise her head.
Diavolo was in the middle of getting up to console her when she handed him a slip of paper showing a familiar signature and RAD’s official stamp. He grabbed it and read it, his face unpleasantly serious and stomach churning in worry. The signature belonged to one of the professors and his message described, amongst a myriad of insults to the human race, how MC had been seen punching a fellow classmate.
He gasped in surprise, instantly setting his gaze on her. MC still didn’t seem able to look at him.
“Is this true, MC? You punched another student?”
She sighed heavily, crossing her arms before finally locking eyes with him and nodding in silence. In a subtle movement that didn’t escape his notice, she pulled her skirt down again. It didn’t take him too long to put two and two together, and when it did, nausea hit him like a train.
Then anger.
He forced himself to stay calm, not wanting to aggravate her further, and the teacher’s notice, which he’d make sure to revise later, slipped through his fingers and fell to the carpeted floor. MC’s hands met his and he felt the primal, dark and visceral, need to keep her close.
“I’m afraid you will have to explain to me exactly what happened, MC. What did he do…?”
“He kissed me” she interrupted him, but would not let go of his hands. Not that he minded it. The sickening tendrils of jealousy filled his guts for just a second before he pushed them down. It was not what she needed at the moment.
“He’s part of my fanclub and has been asking me out for days, but I always said no. He asked again today, but I had a test and I was tired and I wasn’t in the mood to be nice and he had the brilliant thought of kissing me as a way to finally get me to accept his proposal… So I punched him. And the teacher saw, I guess, so now I’m grounded”
Diavolo listened carefully at her nervous monologue, discreetly caressing her knuckles while walking towards the sofa and sitting down next to her. She didn’t seem to be afraid, just frustrated and profoundly disgusted.
“I’m deeply sorry, MC”
“You don’t need to apologize...”
“Allow me to do it still”
He felt his cheeks heating up, the warmth only increasing when he bent down to kiss the back of her hands and her fingers let go of his to cradle his face and scratch the back of his neck.
There was nothing he wanted more in the three realms than stay next to her and enjoy her touch, but it wasn’t the moment.
“Wait for me here”
He got up, straightening his uniform.
“Where are you going?”
MC stayed on the couch and the distance between them felt impossibly long. He bent down, constraining himself to kiss her on the lips as to not remind her of the recent experience, and spoke in a whisper.
“I’m going to personally take care of them”
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valsdelulucorner · 2 days
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More Asmo head cannons<3
Ok, so this will be more selfcare head cannons with you then other things, hope you guys dont mind<3
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He 100% buys one of those "make your own facemasks" makers and is surprisingly good at making them, making everyone envious as theirs always falls apart. He always helps you with making yours so you two just enjoy some wine and facemasks while the others struggle with theirs
I love to think that he does those "Trying out every brand social media suggests to me" things and joins you in on them. He does sometimes records these hauls to devil gram but when he's not recording, he loves to experiment them with you. He can tell which ones will make him break out or not so he just put them into a "Give someone else" pile and will slap your hand if you try and reach for them. He will not allow himself to see his darling use just cheep crap like that, i think its best to listen to him. The man knows his stuff
After a long day at rad and having to deal with every day to day shenanigans, he has a bath when he gets home. If you look tired and stressed after the day, he will invite you to join him. If you do, he will help you with your hair and back while you guys enjoy the warm water and each others company. If you don't, he wont really bother you much, maybe reminding you to relax and have a bath when you have time
100% the type of guy to sit with you on his or your bed, face masks on both of your faces while you both drop the dirtiest gossip to each other. He will literally be telling you that one of his friends almost became a father but found out his girl was cheating while doing your nails, stoned face while he goes into deep detail about what happened while you sit there shocked. Loves hearing you gossip about people up in the human world, names and all. He will never meet these people so its fun that you get to name drop, gasping and tuning in while you reveal shit about people from the human world
Loves spa days with you, its always relaxing and he gets a cute buddy to talk with. If his brothers see you two relaxing together, they will basically alert everyone and they will have to join aswell. He's annoyed that his time with you got interrupted by his brothers barreling into his room and joining you both, but is quite amused while he watches things unravel.
Will smugly sit with you on his bed, you both in face masks and holding drinks while his brothers squabble and get confused about the sheer amount of skin care he has. Will make them relace every single one they touched, just out of spite<3
If you have acne and or acne scars, he will use this as a excuse to have a skincare day with you. Will sit you down in either his or your room and just start using products that suit your skin perfectly. If your skin is sensitive and will break out with stronger products, he will use a lot more softer and more organic products that will try and help with your acne. I feel like hes the type of person to not like the feeling of acne so he will use a soft brush and gently use that to spread out the products, its not that he doesn't absolutely adore you, i just have that feeling he is very particular with textures
This man loves the look but hates the feel of velvet, you can not argue with me on this one. He will wear it if its the only thing that suits his outfit but he will be so uncomfortable with it on
Will love to do a clothes swap with you, trying on your clothes while you try on his. He wouldn't normally wear the type of clothes you wear so its such a nice change to see him in something else. "Oh MC darling! These are so comfy, though I think you could use abit more colour" "Oh I just have to borrow this from you sometime hunny"
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I absolutely love asmo, hes such a amazing character<3
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mamms-n-goldie · 3 days
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Apparently today is Sorcerer's Day...
Silly Solomon time!!! Hello fellow sorcerors!!! Enjoy some silly Solomon art I did ^7^ (ive been posting him a lot recently, he's just so fun to draw but has infiltrated my brain, i will post more mammon i swear sobs in uni) When I saw what day it was I was like oh!! fun!! teehee,,,then i got him on a free summon right after,,,bro knows what day it is fr!! May your day be whimsical and silly!! (^∀^●)ノシ✨
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belphegorey · 3 days
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⌜tutelage, satan⌟ all he could teach you was rage ships ⎯⎯ satan x afab!reader tropes ⎯⎯ fingering, rivalry, biting, slight blood mentions
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His touch set fire to your skin. Energy pulsed in your veins with his every glance. Throbbing in your head turned to harsh pounding with every passing second. The throbbing ache in your head returned without fail each day you saw him.
“Are all humans stupid or are you simply a special case?”
“Go fuck yourself,”
Satan. He was an incubus for your rage. Constantly probing at your problems, your intellect, your demeanour — your species too, of course — before feasting on your soul. A shark, watching the newest swimmer dangle their delicious body in the water.
Even for the personification of wrath, he was infuriating. Your fingernails had left permanent indents in your palm from the fists you always held. Lines had formed along your face from your constant glares. Your voice grew hoarse each day from the shouting.
And yet, whenever his lips made works of art along your thighs, you craved more. The fire he created on your skin was an aphrodisiac. The wicked grin he wore made your mind burn red and your cunt drip sweet honey. The poetry he spilled, even when they insulted you, unlocked the passage to your body’s inferno.
And only Satan had the key. An infuriating ouroboros cycle.
“There is a reason I was asked to teach you, kitten. You’re just too dumb on your own.”
“And yet I managed to get results just as good as yours without your tutelage.”
The ache in your back was a spark of delicious agony. Countless books indented your spine. Your actions held zero hesitation despite your words. His actions showed nothing but eagerness and his words agreed. You’d grown used to his rage-inducing contradictions.
The cold air on your body felt like burning fires. His fingers drew the art of Van Gogh on your skin. Dark runes and symbols, a beautiful night sky, his touch turned your body to canvas. Torn fabric were your petals as you bloomed along the oak table.
“It’s a waste. I know what you truly are. Look how you went along with what I command. You should simply serve as my pet.”
“We both know that is what you want. You wouldn’t get any of your work done if I was there calling you… what, exactly? Master?”
His teeth brought blood to the surface of your skin, hot and burning as it pooled on your collarbone. Your fingers found their place in his hair. Passion fumed in your loins and you pulled on his head. His quick grunt made you smile in victory.
The intrusion of his fingers inside of you halted your mind. The honey that Satan teased you over each day dripped down his knuckles. Squelching echoed in the library, your hushed moans joining in harmony. The ammunition loaded into his arsenal, you could feel the smugness in his lack of words.
If not for the bulge against your thigh, you would think it was nothing more than fuel for his already throbbing ego. His fingers curled and you contorted to his will. Whimpers broke through the seal of your teeth in your lips. The books in your spine turned blissful pain into an erotic pleasure.
“So loud tonight, kitten. Could it be you want everyone to finally know who it is you crave?”
“No one is going to find out about this.”
The hateful grip on your waist tightened in strength. Your eyes fluttered shut in the throws of the pleasure. All your senses — it all echoed him. Even without seeing him, his image was burning behind your eyelids. His cologne, a warmth of familiarity tied with dusty books, had your heart thumping.
All you could feel was him. His touch. His hair. His lips. His teeth. The fingers within your walls thrusted deep within. Slow. His torture was evil. You desired more, you desired the fire that only Satan could offer. He knew it. He could sense it. He ate at it like the proper demon he was.
“Say it. Relinquish your illusions and beg.”
“Please Master, I need you.”
The smirk he wore burned the skin of your neck. Your eyes dressed in tears as his fingers graced you with what you needed. He reached the places your fingers could never graze. Your thighs parted further for his approval, and he returned to the area where he stood each night. A horrific cycle that you adored repeating.
You felt his erection between your legs, pressed against his magic hand. Panting tangled with whimpers left you, your walls tight around his fingers keeping them warm. Kitten. He repeated it. You were no one’s pet, especially his. Yet, when the name was whispered you couldn’t help the mewl that played. A good pet. A good toy.
“Do it again. Do it for your master.”
“Nngh,”
Your high was near. He must sense it building in your desperation. The fingers creating your lust moved faster, deeper. The intent was delicious. You grasped at his soft hair, tugging and moaning in need.
A puppet. You were his puppet and he tugged perfectly on your strings.
When it came, your crescendo bounded between the library walls as slick desire pooled down his fingers. The touch of his hand on your hip, still burning red, was gentle as your body shuddered beneath him. That was the part that confused you most. Wrath, pure rage personified, being protective and almost soft. It never lasted long. Not long enough to properly change your mind.
“Now get up and write your essay, neither of us want to be here any longer than we have to.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself, Satan.”
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we're from brooklyn, we are newsies
OKAY NO BUT mammon would SO dig newsies. i can see him crying during santa fe.
i hc him with the new york...accent (?) and everything ugh he wouldnt shut up for weeks
(and lucifer and satan would secretly adore the phantom of the opera)
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tsukii0002 · 3 months
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I read this chat and couldn't help but think.
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Lucifer is an imperturbable demon, he does not care how many demons die for his bones, how many humans, men and women worship him. He is pride personified, people's desire for him and flattery has no effect.
Ah but despite that, when someone tells him how irresistible he is or how good he looks in such and such a thing, he goes running to Mc to tell them.
"Mc, they say that this suit makes my body slender, that this color looks good on me, what do you think Mc, don't you think so? Don't you find me irresistible?"
Because he doesn't give a shit about everyone else, but his sheep?, ah his sheep, what can he do to keep his little sheep's eyes on him?
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yunoftheclouds · 2 months
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What’s with this sassy, lost child?
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catmadeofsalad · 3 months
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Lord Diavolo: Ah! MC! I'm glad you could make it!
MC: Me too. What did you call me over for?
Lord Diavolo: I just want to know how your doing.
MC: On a scale of Lucifer after a couple bottles of Demonus to Beel after he hasn't eaten in a day?
MC: I'm about an Asmodeus after someone breaking his eye shadow pallet.
Lord Diavolo: Oh my.
Barbatos: I'll schedule a vacation.
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diatiddiess · 5 months
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Getting these types of voice messages from the characters really makes me swoon lol. I'm looking forward to more of these 🥺
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Meanwhile, MC to Lucifer:
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MC's the actual Daddy Dom of the series.
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temis-de-leon · 1 day
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Day 9 - Waiting to be kissed
Characters: Lucifer x gn!MC
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CW: average sleep paralysis demon experience, established relationship, drunk Luci
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MC wasn’t entirely sure about reality. Their heart still pounded, desperately begging them to run from whatever creature was chasing them through the forest, but they didn’t feel the crisp air of nature anymore and they weren’t hearing the sounds of heaving and growling either.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
Their eyelids felt heavy and even though the fear of being hunted persisted, the familiar smell of their room and the warmth of the blankets helped them realize it was just a nightmare. A horrible, daunting nightmare, but a nightmare nonetheless.  
They opened their eyes with residual concern and searched for anything that could harm them, but their vision was still blurry; the pictures on the wall nearly indistinguishable and the clump of clothes on the chair imitating a slouched figure, shoulders and all. What was probably a sleeve even resembled a hand resting on a knee and when the pile inevitably moved forward due to its weight, it almost looked like it was breathing.
MC clenched their teeth waiting for the fall, but nothing came. The clothes stayed at the edge of the seat, somehow balancing on their own before going back and finally resting against the backrest.
The pile sighed, then crossed its legs.
Drenched in panic, MC grabbed their pillow and threw it towards the figure, hitting them in the face before landing on their lap.
“MC!”
They stared at his direction, struggling to trace his silhouette in the darkness before he waved his hand and made the candles in the tree light up. The glow that filled the room was, thankfully, low enough for MC to look at the demon without squinting.
“Lucifer?”
His irritation at being hit was apparent, but they couldn’t take him seriously when half of his face was covered in a faint red hue.
“You scared me, MC” he finally said, chuckling.
 “I scared you?” they repeated.
A flashed of embarrassment crossed his expression and his eyes avoided their gaze. He fidgeted in the chair for a few seconds before finally getting up and sitting at the end of the bed to stare at MC, half-lidded eyes giving them enough information to know what caused this behaviour.
MC sighed and sat against the headboard, heart still pounding at the creepy image of the demon watching them in the darkness.
“Did you drink with Diavolo today?”
“How did you know?” his eyes opened wide in surprise.
They rubbed their eyes, forcing themselves to ignore the fatigue. They’d rather not have Lucifer staring at them in their sleep again.
“I just know…”
He sat there, quietly, intertwining his fingers with a dreamy expression. Then, moving in what he probably thought was a sneaky motion, Lucifer got close to them and extended his hand. MC rolled their eyes, but accepted the gesture nonetheless.
“I sent you a message, but it seems you were sleeping” he explained, flustered “I was dying to see you”
They’d be lying if they said his words didn’t make their heart flutter, but the tiredness turned them into a very petty human.
“Well, I almost died when I saw you, so there’s that”
“I’m truly sorry, MC”
He opened his mouth to say something else, but nothing came out. His cheeks became even redder, if that was possible, before finally saying what was on his mind.
“Would you, perhaps, give me a kiss…?"
“No”
“No?”
MC stared at him and his stunned expression, leaving the lover boy act behind, and rejoiced in the way his hands flew straight to his chest like they had said something heinous.
“May I ask why?” he looked away, trying to hide his disappointment.
“You scared the shit out of me” they explained, finally laying down again and pulling their blanket over their head “Wait until tomorrow“
“But…”
“Wait. Until. Tomorrow”
They heard him sight, still seating at their feet with uncomfortableness. Rolling their eyes again with unnecessary aggressiveness, MC patted the empty space by their side and tried not to smile when he eagerly dived to the mattress.
“Put out the candles”
“Will you kiss me in the morning?” he immediately asked in return, doing as they ordered. The room filled with darkness again, but his arm over their waist and his breathing against their neck chased the fears away.
“Yes, I’ll kiss you in the morning”
They felt his smile on their skin and MC couldn’t help but repeat the gesture. They grabbed his hand, holding it tight, and waited for sleep to reclaim their consciousness again.
With Lucifer by their side, it didn’t take too long.
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majoliish · 1 year
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imagine showing any of the celestials that stupid little illusion that makes it look like youre pulling your thumb off and they all collectively lose their SHIT. like freaking out, yelling at solomon for teaching you dangerous magic, asking why youd ever do such a stupid thing, only for you to put it back and theyre just so baffled. once its been explained, diavolo and mammon would be enamoured, begging you to show them the trick behind it.
by extension. telling one of them youve "got their nose" and running off, only for them to chase after you and demand for it back. luke just straight up bursts into tears.
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oceanlipgloss · 6 months
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SOLOMON’S MOMENT OF GLORY
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The greatest—and most memorable—moment of raw power in Nightbringer is when Solomon stood in Belphegor's way with a smile, only to shield MC and calmly ask, “and you think I'm not?”
When the first confrontation took place in one of the future's timelines, MC was unprotected and crushed to death as a result, but it felt so nice to have someone hold tight to MC's hand in this second face-off with near-murder.
That scene evokes a feeling of warmth, gratitude and pride; pride since, even though Solomon is the most powerful sorceror in history, he's still human, and the idea of a human being fearless before a demon—an angry demon who's one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, nonetheless—is just...oof. The confidence, the bravery...so very admirable.
Solomon is already so easy to love, but that moment makes one respect, love and admire him even more.
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azulhamsandwich · 7 months
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Who said he can’t rock a horrible costume? 🎃
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happy halloweeeen 🧡🖤
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valsdelulucorner · 5 days
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Imagine MC gets a deadly familiar while down in devildom
Imagine Mc goes for a walk around the devildom after classes one day and they hear a small sound coming from a thorn bush. Inside they find a creature completely made on thorns, bush and beautiful blue devildom roses. There was little flower buds starting to grow along its body, indicating it was still just a cub. Now imagine it took a liking to you and refused to leave your side, clinging to your leg while its thorny tail dug into your ankle. It looks like you have no choice but to take the creature home, it looked so helpless and so looked like it wanted to come with you
Once you bring little Juniper (Little buddies name) home, the reaction from the brothers was something you did not expect. Every single one of them hid behind Lucifer while lucifer held up a chair, apparently this creature excreted spores and flowers lethal to demons. Now the question is, will you keep it?
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