#m!mc

for future MerMay illustration

Wanted to add Hufflepuff colors, so had the color palette from the combination of black marlin and yellowfin tuna xD

Love and Deepspace:

Rafayel:

The Sea God and his Prophet (Multi-Part, HIATUS) As the prophet of the God of Time, Orra, you were destined to live and die as his humble follower. Your preordained death ticked ever closer and you accepted your circumstances. However, what happens when your former childhood best friend and Lemuria's Sea God Rafayel must stay in your temple with you for 90 days? Does your relationship have a chance, or are you both destined for doom?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Headcannons:

Rafayel’s Idol Survival Show Contestant Profile

One-Shot:

I'm Jealous of MC! (Rafayel's Version)

Coming Home: Part 1 Part 2

Zayne:

Headcannons:

Zayne’s Idol Survival Show Contestant Profile

One-Shot:

Goodbye

Glimpses of Grief

I’m jealous of MC! (Zayne's Version)

Awkward First Meeting (Zayne Version)

Xavier:

Headcannons:

Xavier’s Idol Survival Show Contestant Profile

One-Shot:

I'm Jealous of MC! (Xavier's Version)

Sylus:

Headcannons:

Sylus’s Idol Survival Show Contestant Profile

One-Shot:

I'm Jealous of MC! (Sylus' Version)

Caleb:

Headcannons:

Caleb’s Idol Survival Show Contestant Profile

One-Shot:

I'm Jealous of MC! (Caleb's Version Pt.1)/ Ending 1 / Ending 2

Who's that Guy?! (Caleb's Version)

Waiting

General:

How would LADS Guys React when you Crash Out over a Gacha Game

Oh no! Evol shenanigans caused the LIs to become children!

Oh no! Evol Shenanigans turned you into a Kid! How do LIs react? (Pt. 1: Sylus & Zayne)

Yandere!LADS AU:

Yandere LADS Pt. 1 (Sylus, Caleb, Zayne)

Yandere LADS Pt. 2 (Rafayel & Xavier)

How they Fell in Love with You Pt.1 (Sylus, Caleb & Zayne)

How they Fell in Love with You Pt.2 (Rafayel & Xavier)

Its been a while as i was attempting a brand new style! (And designing my MC)

Meet M!MC [to be named] and Genderbent Pierrot! I will most likely turn this into an askable series! Feel free to send asks to these pan suckers!!

M!Mc: *came home with a demon child in his arms, a stunned look on his face*

Satan: Uh…who’s that, dear?

M!Mc: …she wouldn’t leave me alone.

Child: …*smiles*

Satan: …why?

Child: Mama and papa didn’t want me anymore. Mc helped get me ice cream.

Satan: *looks over to Mc, bewildered*

M!Mc: I tried to give her to authorities but…

Satan: *sighs* Well, we can’t just keep her, can we?

Child and Mc: …

Satan: No-

(Yes I have done something like this before don’t tell me off)

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MC was working out with Beel one afternoon when Lucifer began looking for the human. He’d intended to speak to him regarding an upcoming event at RAD and knew he’d be in the gym with his younger brother at that particular moment.

As he entered the room, Beel and MC were just finishing up their workout.

Author's Note:

Hello wizards and warlocks alike! Guess what..?? THIS IS YOUR PART TWO FOR "THE FALLEN AND THE FLYING" GET PUMPED. I've seen some comments from you awesome people that you really want a continuation.

Everyone cheer, Kinoko finished writing it

Fun fact: I was extremely worried to post "The Fallen and The Flying", mostly because i thought it would flop. But thank you for giving it attention! I appreciate you all so so much!

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Tws: Mentions of G0d, Christianity, Sinning, Sinful Behavior, Angst in some parts, SPOILERS FOR LESSON 16 & LESSONS 44-70.

Mc is An Angel that lived in the Celestial Realm before and after the fall of the brothers. Mc is Male in this but it's barely mentioned.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, A tiny bit of smut

Mc: Usually only uses the term "you", "yourself", etc. But Mc is explicitly Male because.. There's not enough Fluff&Angst Male Mc out there and I'm starving.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Angel!Mc, Before The Fall, After The Fall, avatar of virtue!mc, M!Mc, male reader x obey me!, The Fallen and The Flying, Obey me angst, Obey me mc, obey me! shall we date, minors dni, fem aligned dni, part 2 of ??, Kinoko fics

Inspired by this comment on: https://jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav.tumblr.com/post/680632946698354688/non-lilithmc-being-a-very-tired-very-stressed

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It's been about five months since you've come down to the devildom. And to be honest with yourself.. it was very uncomfortable to see your boys in such conditions. Obviously, you still held a standard for them from once in a fraction of time they were still angels rushing to your side everytime there was a bit of trouble..

It.. it was difficult, the first few months of you being down in the devildom, having to remember that Lucifer was now too prideful to speak to you without it being an emergency or popping into Levi's room just to be greeted with an angry demon with a controller in his hands.

The hurt, the pain, the injury of the first time you heard the news filled your heart once again.

Over and over again, your heart would remain hopeful but it always crashed down with even harder force when it was shattered.

The one good thing currently, as you write into your small journal, is confusingly.. Satan.

Satan, The Avatar Of Wrath, Had taken a liking to you. And had decided that you, an old man, deserved to see his book collection.

At first when you heard this offer, you thought he was mental. An angel and a demon, befriending and sharing personal information? Ah.. unheard of.. well you supposed it wasn't "unheard of" more of just you being fearful of what may happen.

So, You joined Satan in finding a book. You were expecting a few questions like "how old are you?" Or "Who is older, you or barbatos?".. okay maybe those were all questions Luke had asked you in the past. What you hadn't expected, Was a small comment.

"Mammon and Levi are talking about you non-stop." The blonde haired demon said as he flipped a page in his book

You blinked in surprise as you looked over to the blonde. ".. Very funny." You responded, putting your hands on your hips almost father-like.

"I wouldn't lie to you. I have a feeling you would know."

Lets be honest, You would. Even being an Angel you knew better than to believe lies. Silver tongue and all. You weren't entirely amused by the statement but you sighed and gave a listen anyway. Perhaps you're an angeling at heart. Your heart needed answers, the smallness in your voice was not befitting of a Angel of Fortitude. "..What are they saying..?"

The Books seemed to pause in the room as the air stilled. Satan wasn't expecting that question, not from you. To be conpletely honest it seemed a bit ridiculous. Almost funny to him. But the way you said it sent shivers, not of pleasure but of almost.. fear? Perhaps it was the fear of being known. Not that Satan shared his brothers most obvious attraction... He thought so atleast.

"They seem to believe you have some kind of hope for them." The blonde spoke his voice nearly croaking It felt ofd to give such an emotional answer from his lips, it felt odd hearing it aloud. Perhaps you were just old fashioned in a way. Satan silently flipped another page as the books seemed around him seem to tense while you were in the room.

You wanted more answers, perhaps it was foolish of such an old Angel to require answers. Perhaps worse, did it feel like your heart was breaking all over again. It felt odd, as the air became thick with the tension of knowing. How peculiar it was to find out what others may think of you after such a long period apart. Time tearing at the strings that once kept you together.

You left Satan to his reading, You needed a place to think. you could have returned to the room you called home for now in the House of Lamentation. But that was far too easy to find. A place of being left to your own devices without a shadow of a doubt would leave someone puzzled to find you there. You went to the garden. The garden of the house of lamentations was very large but unkept. Flowers die around you as you sit in calm silence. The sadness crept inside of your soul as the wind blew over your cheeks in the cold air.

There was someone here, your eyes widened. It felt as time itself had slowed down to allow the snap of the tree branch to awaken you. Your eyes stared into the ruby colored ones that met yours.

Lucifer.

You knew those eyes, tired. Almost looking away from yours. The color startled you, the once blue eyes stared back at you like you were an intruder.

"You shouldn't be here, Mc." His voice spoke, it was too quiet like it hurt him to physically see you. There you were, like he remembered you. You looked tired, sad. It hurt something inside him he didn't know he still had. It was a blight on his damned soul. An infection spreading inside of him, he felt it under this human-like skin he rarely remembered he still was inside. Why did you do this? That soft stare, that gentle ache in your voice as you spoke to him like he was still an Angeling. He hated it. He hated it, why must you stare at him like that? He knows of his fall from glory, Why must you open those eyes to stare back at him as if you were reliving those exact moments of pain?

You stared at each other for a long moment, Both of your eyes were aching at the sight of one another. "...I apologize." You managed as you stood from your spot. "..I didn't know you had a garden." You whispered almost too quiet. Pain. This pain, this sadness, this wretched ache. It spoke to you like an old friend lost to time. Perhaps it was the ache that was your only friend now.

"...It died a long time ago.. Don't waste your time here" Lucifer spoke, his voice dying just as the plants did. Those words repeated. It felt as if those words weren't only about the plants around them now. You left. Walking around the house itself as the clouds began to swell around the Devildom.

You knew Angels weren't perfect, The Dear God in heaven wasn't perfect either. Ironic of a deity that created heaven, the earth and the hell you found yourself swallowed by. You returned to the inside of the house, the old floorboards creaking under your feet as you stalked the halls like a forgotten ghost. You heard keys jingling against keychains, boots squeaking against the hardwood. A walk full of confidence that startled you a bit. Your eyes turned towards the sound of that unbridled confidence. Mammon met your eyes for a few seconds, his face flushing up from his neck to his cheeks. His dark skin shining in the old lighting of the house.

"..Hey." His voice shook as he spoke to you, like he feared the disappointment in your eyes. Your eyes dropped to his outfit, it almost made you laugh. This was the first time you really saw it. God .ay forgive tou for saying you thought he looked ridiculous in this outfit. Salaciously, Your brain thought Mammon looked quite sexy. A debt incurred on your psyche to recall the immediate thought

It almost embarrassed you to say that he looked good. "Hello, Mammon." You spoke as if your brain was equally fighting for control of your body. You had ne er felt this.. weird odd.. way before. It called a shiver to the back of your neck. You may just be old fashioned but why did Mammon make you feel so... salacious? It was a sin.. of course.

How did sinning feel so good inaide of your body. Real time slowed in your mind as it fought you, you saw Mammon's lips moving, but your ears were ringing in your head. "..I must go. Excuse me" You managed before rushing off to your room.

"Mc! Hey- wait!"

You found breathing hard, your body taking in air ached inaide of you as you sat on the floor of the room you were placed in when you arrived. Your head against the bedframe, Quietly rehearsing a scripture in your head. It felt so sinful. To call yourself an Angel now when your thoughts had been so impure, Its a sin.

Why, now, did it feel so good to.......

Strolling through Central Hall ♡

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Ever since they’ve met, Ivan has not left Cressida alone. He follows her to class to make sure she gets there alright, catches up with her in between, and has even bribed Garreth Weasley a few times to get her out of their common room. He is completely whipped— and his friends do not understand why. They’ve never seen him act this way before. The usual cold and stoic Slytherin was acting like a lovesick puppy! And with a Mudblood as heir to his Father’s Black family fortune no less.

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