specifically, a (tokyo) ghoul!mc ^.^ these posts will be very spoiler free if you havenât read the main material, but they will include details about the features of demons. if you havenât read the main material, donât worry! the features will be briefly explained in the pieces ^.^
this is the MAIN post, and it covers the brothers and the dateables (and luke). you can find all the links to these posts under the cut :)
details about the mc:
this mc has participated in either binge eating and/or cannibalism
if the demon has wings, the mc is an ukaku. if the demon has a tail, the mc is a bikaku!
solomon has neither. mcâs kagune type for his one is a kokaku. the kagune type for simeon is an ukaku. the kagune type for luke is a rinkaku. no chimeras here!
the mc also has access to a fully formed kakuja, but this isnât guaranteed to appear in all the posts.
i think it's pretty obvious that i miss kaneki ken and just that entire world, clearly i need to go back and reread the whole thing AGAIN, did you guys know it's my first ever and favourite manga-
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No, I canât emphasize enough that sheâs totally clueless about anything that could be weird about it, she just thinks itâs funny. I had to sit there with a straight face as she told me about how she made this girl eat off of a plate on the ground (in roblox) and sleep in a dog bed (in roblox) whenever she misbehaved and go âoh haha thatâs so funnyâ and pretend like everythingâs normal.
Sorry liberals, despite 400 tags saying âposts that have 100k to me,â weâre capping out at a nice cool 11k. My white ass is not making it onto tiktok, no robot lady is going to read this text, and my sister is not seeing it. Thank you all for playing
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torn between astonishment at how stupid this is and a momentary breathless giddiness at the idea of somehow creating a psyop among conservative americans where we create a moral panic over sex for procreation.
what's up gang forget about mephistopheles for a second cause i'm writing a hurt/comfort fic for mammon and lucifer and it'll be finished tomorrow. and then i'll probably post some incorrect quote or crack or something cause i know i have a "mc goes on a rampage" joke post where it's a mephisto x reader in disguise
anyway here's a quote so the fic might be good i think. idk it's 2:50am and my alarm goes off in like 5 hours. i'm exhausted lol
cw: suicide, angst (the hurt part of the hurt/comfort)
It's not until Lucifer enters the kitchen and sees an empty knife slot that the pieces click into place. He whirls around and sprints out of the room, fear now coursing through his veins. That's why he paraded around the suit and made such a big deal of it and that's why he made such an extravagant dinner when there's no way he could afford it and that's why he left so late at night when everyone was in bed and that's why his smile was off and that's why he hadn't got into any trouble today despite being apparently busy and the reason is so obviously clear to him now: Mammon is going to kill himself.
It was his fucking last meal.
And while it's true that waking up the others would take too much time, the thought doesn't even cross his mind. Lucifer slams the door and immediately shifts into his demon form as he leaves the House; whether it wakes the others up is of no concern to him at the moment. Not when his baby brother might not ever wake up again. Not when his first's life is on the line.Â
I think often about musician and poet Patti Smith and her relationship with photographer and artist Robert Mapplethorpe. In their early twenties they were a romantic couple, but as Mapplethorpe learned more about himself and his interests he began identifying as gay. He went on to have relationships with men, notably with his curator and mentor Samuel Wagstaff for well over a decade. Patti Smith got married and had children. Nevertheless, they maintained a deep, lifelong relationship.
Mapplethorpeâs vast and bold body of work showcasing his (explicit!) belonging in the gay, leather, and BDSM communities is evidence that he had no need for a âbeardâ, and to Patti Smith he was not just an ex-boyfriend or fellow artist. They were inseparable parts of each otherâs lives, inspiring and collaborating on each otherâs artwork, living together, and sharing their various friend groups and connections. She regularly visited Mapplethorpe in the hospital as he was fighting AIDS and was one of the last people he spoke with before his death. She writes in her book Just Kids that she woke up the next morning and instantly knew that he had passed.
People often ridicule the concepts of quasi- or queerplatonic partners (also called âzucchinisâ in the ace/aro community) specifically because theyâre considered applicable only to aces/aros. But for all intents and purposes, Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpeâs relationship was queerplatonic. They were life partners in a way that was not as simply cut and dry as just âbest friendsâ or âpartnersâ; both Mapplethorpe and Patti Smith had other intimate, romantic, and sexual relationships in addition to the relationship they had with one another, independent of any kind of polyamorous context. Their love was different but tantamount to those relationships.Â
This isnât to say that Mapplethorpe or Patti Smith âwould haveâ identified as zucchinis or anything like that. Their relationship already existed as it was, regardless of whether or not they had a name for it, and to deny communities the vocabulary to talk about these unique relationships is to erase their significance and magnitude. There are many experiences of the ace/aro communities and the rest of the lgbtqia community that overlap, and to disown new ideas and concepts because of aphobia hurts the rest of the community, as well as the rest of society. Dismissing Patti Smithâs role in Mapplethorpeâs lifeâand his role in hersâpurely on the basis of their orientations and their applicable roles is disingenuous to both parties and narrows our perception of the vastness of human connection. Are they âjust friendsâ because Mapplethorpe was gay and Patti was married? Is it âlesserâ to the relationships they had with Samuel Wagstaff or Fred Smith? Is their relationship and its impact only important because it used to be romantic?Â
Part of acknowledging asexuality and aromanticism is acknowledging the diversity and strata of human relationships, yet this seems like a conversation that a lot of people seem averse to having. Hopefully once these ideas become more commonplace, we as asexual and/or aromantic people wont be stuck having to explain or hide ourselves so much.
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more vampires with multigenerational adopted human offspring. they wake up, get the tykes ready for pre-school, beg their preteen not to get caught on their phone in class again (caught being the emphasis, they're a realist), venmo their college kid for "textbook money" (as if they don't teach all their kids how to pirate that shit), have a lunch meeting with their 49-year-old-realtor-kid to discuss the possibility of quietly buying another local warehouse that would absolutely not be used for tax evasion/illegal artifact storage purposes, then spend the afternoon in a bloodthirsty mahjong battle at their eldest kid's (82) snazzy new retirement community
mephistopheles is a big fluffy romantic and you cannot convince me otherwise. in a world where both he and mc pine for each other (so, this one, because he's not dateable) he writes the fanfiction and mc runs the ship pages and this post will become incredibly relevant in the months to come
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you can't get warm. solomon says it's a good chance to practise your magic! mephistopheles doesn't know a thing about your issue.
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okay, okay. you know that people are used to different temperatures. some people can't stand 26 degrees of heat. some people can't stand -2 degrees in the cold. that's totally fine and you get it, you swear. if anything, it's an interesting study of how the human body can adapt, but that's not the point! the point is that even if you wear the same clothes as the brothers, you're still the one freezing!
they gave you comfort during the first week, but apparently they got sick of bundling you up like a small child that's unable to dress themselves. solomon had unfortunately stepped in next, saying that it was a good chance to practise your magic- and after that, it had become snitch central. anyone spotted helping you then became branded as a "MC-anti". for some reason, diavolo hated the idea of being called a MC-anti more than you actually thinking he didn't like you.
well, it's not like you're going to die. you just don't like being cold.
so you'd attempted the spell multiple times with limited success, and decided that you were just going to have to trudge through devildom's winter. tank the cold, if you will. yeah, that makes sense.
and then one day, an idea hits you. it's a brilliant idea. the risk is great, but the reward is even greater. so you choose to lie. you wake up one morning and cast an anti-shiver spell (because that's easier for some reason?!) and go down to the brothers in the dining hall and tell them that you've finally cast the warmth spell! they celebrate and the news spreads quickly.
you still have to go to school, though. mammon protests this, but you're completely fine with the idea. after all, you haven't mastered the warmth spell, and your idea lies in the halls of RAD. in fact, after class, you make a beeline for where you know lucifer will be. you know, because belphie and satan are there with him too. the former sent you the text, the latter trying to convince him to follow them. it's not working.
"lucifer," you begin, wearing one layer and certainly feeling it, "could you come with me? i want to go annoy mephistopheles." the initial suspicion on his face melts into a warm smile. figures. meanwhile, the anti-lucifer league is looking at you with betrayal. you know why; they'd cooked up another prank.
the prank they'd decided on was bad. trash, if you will- but you didn't say that. not when they'd sounded so excited about it over the group. that would ruin group morale. instead, you'd gone along with it- but realistically, it could never work. you could make him stay in a pit with a pact order, but he'd never fall in there to begin with. oh, you love the anti-lucifer league. you love them a lot. it's why you turn your face from them and focus on the hall instead.
you plan to check out the newspaper club room first. it's the most obvious place for him to be. but if he's not (through some sheer miracle), you can always just ask diavolo to ask him of his whereabouts. no matter how suspect the question is, he could never ignore him. lucifer keeps up with you well, but it's not surprising, given the goal of this new outing.
another chill comes, sharp and quick. it rips through you and your magic strains, and it becomes very clear that your time with this anti-shiver spell is nearly over. you're amazed that it's lasted this long, actually. you step into the newspaper club's room, lucifer closing the door behind you with a soft click. the lights are on, but itâs quiet, empty.
well, save for the typing at the other end of the room. the typing that stops almost as soon as you enter. the last key is pressed with a certain sense of finality, so you can only assume he wanted to finish the sentence before he dealt with the new problem in the room. the new problem being, of course, you and lucifer.
"tell me what you want so you can get out." mephistopheles gives you a flat look. he's obviously not impressed by the company you keep, but you swear that his eyes soften, just a tad, as he looks at you. lucifer nudges you, and you try to hide your new admiration for his beauty.
god, heâs so beautiful.
"MC, are you warm enough?" mephisto asks. "you look cold."
"they're not cold," lucifer answers for you. "they've cast a warmth spell on themselves. any fool could see that."
âbig words from someone whoâs wasting time around the school,â mephistopheles bites back, falling for the bait. his reply isnât even that related.
âwasting? is that what you call spending time with your friends?â
âyou make doe eyes whenever you see them. content calling them just a friend, are you?â
you could stand here listening to their bickering all day. really. youâd definitely pick it over anything else you have to do, for sure. but your lie is about to become undone any second now, and lucifer has a smug smile that you really need to take advantage of.
so you bolt for his lap.
that is, mephistophelesâ one.
your speed is damn near comparable to mammonâs, chasing warmth, chasing mischief, chasing beauty. before either demon can register what exactly is happening, youâve entangled yourself around mephistoâs body. itâs just as you thought.
all you really needed was a hot-blooded man.
you exhale softly as you press yourself up against his chest. the magic is wearing off and you are the warmest youâve been for a long time. âso warm,â you murmur into skin, wrapping your arms around his neck. âdonât let me go.â you ignore the fact that itâs you that has him trapped. after all, if he really wanted to, he could lift you up just fine. that idea makes you hotter.
âMC, letâs go.â
oh, you love the anti-lucifer league. thatâs why you dragged lucifer here. and they should really be thanking you for saving them the embarrassment of their prank, because you definitely couldâve done all this without the eldest. you imagine that he has a smug smile on his face, judging by the air in the room. with your face buried in the crook of his neck, you miss the way his eyes dart to you as you sigh, content, miss the pink on his cheeks as your arms tighten, miss his lips turn up ever so slightly.
lucifer doesnât, though.
âMC.â
ânoooo,â you whine. âmephistopheles, tell him i want to stay!â
âthey want to stay,â mephistopheles says, smugly, despite the fact that youâre kinda ruining his workflow.
âi donât care. MC, demons really struggle to resist temptation. youâre coming with me, now.â you feel mephistoâs arms curl around you as he whispers into your ear:
âand believe me, iâm feeling very tempted.â
you wonder how much of what he says is for lucifer rather than you. if worse comes to worst, you wonât have to look like a stray alley cat as he pulls you off him, kicking and screaming like satan. you huff out a laugh and the hair on the back of his neck stands up.
a funny thing about having a Problematic Blorbo is that you'll periodically come across a post along the lines of "um let's not forget that [Blorbo] is a bad person..." listing their various crimes, and if you have a modicum of intellectual honesty you find yourself nodding along and saying yeah it's true... but it's the greyness of their character that makes them so compelling... At the same time though you have a little Saul Goodman in your ear going "your honor in their defense: who cares like omfgggg who caresssssss like come onnnnnn"
