#mc question

[domesticandlovingmonsters]

"MC was stolen away by the monster because it wanted to breed them"

"MC had was forced onto an arranged marriage with an evil overlord"

"MC was made to-"

Blah blah, give me an MC that leaps at the opportunity to be with the monster/overlord/whatever morally grey character!!

An Orc threatens their village if the MC doesn't join their clan because they want them all to themselves? Hell yes! MC is already packing their belongings and leaping into the tree trunks that are arms.

Overlord/lady apologises to MC that they were saddled with this horrible marriage? What do you MEAN? You're the best damn spouse they could ask for! Moonlit walks through a Gothic castle and blooming gardens? A library? Minions?! Who on earth would pass this up?

A monster offers trinkets to MC as courting gifts, hoping they won't be terrified by their grotesque figure. MC is making little gifts back and keeps the window open to their bedroom on cold nights so the monster comes in for warm cuddles.

Give me an MC that is ecstatic to be chosen by the thing everyone is terrified of! I want a love story without the "but they're evil/a monster" bullshit!

[zephyrchama]

Happy Obey M3! announcement day everybody.

Some silly ideas for you:

Newlywed Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor might be so excited to carry you over the threshold into your new home that they accidentally bonk your head against the door frame.

If you marry any of his brothers, Belphegor will get upset and leave the reception. You'll find him fast asleep in your marital bed at night once the wedding is over.

Leviathan reading his vows and you hear the Ruri Tunes notification sound from his suit pocket.

MC enters into a timeshare style marriage where every 52.1428571429 days (they count it to the second) they divorce one brother and marry the next in line. It's only fair.

Asmodeus spending hours practicing his walk down the aisle. It's the most important day of his life. He has at least 5 different outfit changes planned for the duration of the wedding, but he won't let you see what any of them are until he wears them at the ceremony.

Satan lowkey considers the wedding to double as a celebration for finally beating Lucifer, despite trying his best to only focus on you. He gets a little irked when Lucifer actually gives a heartfelt speech. You can tell because he squeezes your hand really tightly.

Mammon disappears for a while before the wedding. Everyone claims he got cold feet and tells you to move on. He's actually working back to back to back jobs to afford the biggest wedding bash the Devildom's ever seen.

Marrying Lucifer and moving into a new house where his brothers come loiter all day anyway. It's like you're all still housemates, except Lucifer is constantly irritated about his brothers practically living on your couch.

Beelzebub cuts the first slice of cake with you and the slice is bigger than your torso. He relishes that wedding cake as the best thing he'll ever eat in his long life.

Everyone constantly clinking their champagne glasses to try and drunkenly one-up the others' speeches.

Devil's food cake wedding cake.

[bluewolfangel01]

Lucifer: "Mc what are you doing?"

Mc: "nothing."

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: "Beel, explain."

Beel: "They asked to sit on my shoulders to be tall."

Lucifer: "I see now. And why is it that you wanted to be tall Mc?"

Mc: "A strange innate desire for height and the high ground."

Lucifer: 😑

Lucifer: "And you agreed to this why Beel?"

Beel: "They made me food." 🥺

[syluses]

big girls dont cry QNA

i know you guys have lots of curiosities about this fic lolll so i’ll try to answer some of the questions i received (∗ᵕ̴᷄◡ᵕ̴᷅∗) 💕 if u still have some, just shoot me an ask!! :] also im really bad at explaining so i apologize 🤦🏻‍♀️ i have the plot nailed in my head but its tricky to articulate it in a clear, linear way for yall considering all the little nuances i added lol. i’ll try my best tho hehe :,)

Okay so there’s a whole ‘nother plot that exists in the background of this fic- which was super fun for me to write, but im sure from a reader standpoint it’s also kinda thrilling to try to connect the dots i left lol. thats why theres so many interpretations for this story (which i love!! i loved reading all yall’s theories)! 💕 BUT. that being said, the ‘canon’ goes like this:

SPOILERS BELOW read it first then come back! ( ⸍ɞ̴̶̷ ·̫ ɞ̴̶̷⸌ )

was caleb really dead?

No. Caleb staged his own death and then, similar to the main story homecoming wings, didnt tell mc :,) for his own reasons, for a time, he decides he’ll let her go on believing he’s truly gone…

why did he stage his death?

I dropped little crumbs of it in the fic, but it’s hinted that mc, on top of all her grief, feels a bit bitter over the whole shebang and also blames herself for it. hmm… why would that be? 🤔 well because their final moments together (or so she THOUGHT) were emotionally charged and volatile.

the foundation of their sibling relationship was growing weaker and weaker before the explosion. arguments are forming out of nowhere- things are becoming more tense and mc, for the life of her, can’t understand why her gege is always pulling her into a heated debate about safety, danger, blahblahblah, this that and the third, every time they interact. He’s being wildly unreasonable, which she knows, and protective- a trait that has snowballed as they entered their adulthood- but what she doesn’t know is the why behind it. she tells herself she just has a super protective older brother who views her as a little baby in need of his guidance- which isn’t entirely wrong… but she doesn’t see the full picture. His true feelings. All this tension eventually climbs to its peak. Caleb just gets worse and worse. He needs to do something before the world collapses on them both.

Now, in this au, he works at EVER, a somewhat shady but lucrative company- which dabbles in robotics amongst other things. I imagine they have abundant resources and wealth- and what with his promotions, it’s safe to say caleb is making a LOT. So, the delusional guy he is, he buys a big fancy suite with the idea in mind of two eventually living in it ;) but mc doesn’t want to- she has her own life in linkon!! She wants to spread her wings and separate from the nest anyway. Partly to start her own life; partly to prove to her gege that she can take care of herself. The argument that unfolds over this is the last they have before the big tragic explosion 😭 caleb, putting on a show with his beaten puppy eyes, leaves and then that’s the last time she sees him.

Caleb meticulously plans his ‘death’ out (with some help from his wingman ofc) and then eventually the robot is introduced to mc. It serves as a trojan horse. He’ll finally conquer her heart with it and win full autonomy over her. THIS IS HIS MAIN GOAL WITH THE ROBOT. WHY HE EVEN DOES ANY OF THIS TO BEGIN WITH.

Caleb gets to spy on mc with it and also slowly reshape her to accept his feelings; his ‘death’ has left her in a fragile state of mourning and he knows, after she warms up a bit to not-Caleb, he can more or less get away with anything- bc she will claw for whatever’s left of her family member. He can make her finally reciprocate and understand him— whether that be his feelings or fear or love. He tried to be patient, to be good, but obviously he had to travel a new route. He’s thinking of her 24/7. He’s obsessive, longing, protective, you name it- and all of this just worsens the more she denies him. When push comes to shove… well, caleb will do whatever it takes to win her :] He knows it’s unconventional and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him too- monitoring his endearingly stubborn, but sweet meimei and the shattered pieces he left of her through his android’s eyes— but it’s all temporary, and he truly believes it’s for the better.

did gideon know?

Yes, Gideon knew all along. He’s Caleb’s best buddy after all. To be matter of fact- Gideon didn’t just know, he quite literally ‘herded’ mc into the lion’s den in a way. Mc knew vaguely of their work at EVER, but not too much; so Gideon was the one who shined that light on their robotics and really introduced her to the concept of not-Caleb. Now, i wouldnt say Gideon is exactly comfortable with his involvement, but he actually really does care for mc and thinks she needs that help- as dubious as the means are. Anyway, it’s almost impossible to shut out all of his buddy’s demands: the brunet is nothing if not insistent on getting what he wants. In his own whacky way, Gideon thinks what he did- playing into Caleb’s plan- was for the better as well. I mean, Mc clearly wasnt doing good before not-Caleb came along,… but with the few visits he managed before the android got a little too stingy and sent him off, Gideon actually managed to catch a smile or two from her! So clearly he did the right thing 👀 not to mention… the real caleb seems very pleased with the progress, too. besides- the whole robot situation is temporary anyway :] She’ll be reuniting with the beloved gege she misses so much sooner rather than later.

how accurate was not-caleb?

His programming is like 100% accurate. Mc, for a mix of both naiveity and delusion, thinks not-Caleb is flawed when he starts to show signs of amorous/romantic feelings for her. Really, though, after she tells him to stay the night with her (innocently; and after years of having not shared the same childhood twin bed), it triggers a part of his ‘brain’ that undoes all real caleb’s self restraint thus far :] If the same exact situation happened with the real caleb, his reaction would’ve more or less been the same. Homeboy can only keep his feelings in check for so long

who programmed not-caleb?

Real Caleb

how is mc pregnant?

Because the robot’s creator wanted to add his own special touch to his work if you know what i mean :) yeah he’s a freak like that. Dont think he WOULDNT install in his robot the ability to indirectly knock his ‘meimei’ up. I will say though, that while caleb wants to get mc pregnant, its not fully bc he wants to start a family- at least not right away- but because he wants to emotionally and legally trap her with him. Besides monitoring her/wearing down her walls while she thought he was ‘dead’, this was actually one of caleb’s biggest goals with sending not-caleb into her home.

is not-caleb self-aware?

Yes

what’s real caleb been doing all this time?

Basically climbing the ranks of EVER from his lil perch somewhere in skyhaven. all the while, of course, spying on mc like a hawk. Biding his time & waiting for the right moment when she’s at her weakest, most codependent state to replace his carbon copy :)

was caleb controlling his robot?

No. But he essentially created its whole program. And there are cameras inside its eyes in which he watches mc from :) and cant help but snap pics with sometimes: she’s just so pretty— and endlessly sexy when he finally, in a vicarious way, gets to lie her back and make love to her <3

what is real caleb’s motive/ultimate goal?

1. to control/protect/‘tame’ mc through the robot; get her to see things from his point of view (which means realizing she belongs with him- where it’s safe and he can protect & love her)

2. to knock her up (hence the. ahem. reproductive abilities of the robot) so that he can trap her with a baby on top of all the other emotional strings he’s hogtied her with.

does gideon want mc too?

the question is not would gideon smash her. the question is would caleb LET him…. 👀

also, below i just attached a screenie from some of the notes i took. theyre ofc a little disjointed but i think it might clarify things too :] im so bad at answering questions esp for a plot this spiraling but i really tried my best guys my brain is tired forgive me :,)

[solomiracle]

1000% convinced mc can just drop some demon's picture in the groupchat and say "kill this guy" and everyone will do it no questions asked

[yois2aki]

wc. 1.3k

the cabin was dimly lit, the soft glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows across the wooden floor. the group was huddled in a loose circle, the empty bottle in the center still spinning from the latest turn. laughter echoed through the room, loud and teasing, but your mind was stuck on one thing.

the bottle had landed on you.

and now, your fate was sealed.

“truth or dare?” one of your classmates grinned, leaning forward.

you hesitated. truth was safer. truth would keep you from humiliating yourself. but knowing these guys, they’d make you confess something embarrassing, probably about caleb, and you were not about to do that in front of him.

“…dare,” you finally said, regretting it the second the words left your mouth.

“ohh, i’ve got the perfect one!” one of the girls clapped her hands together, practically vibrating with excitement. “you and caleb—seven minutes in heaven. right now.”

your stomach plummeted.

the group exploded into cheers, some gasping in exaggerated shock, others cackling like they had just won the lottery.

beside you, caleb tensed, though his face remained neutral.

“seriously?” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “this is the best you guys can come up with?”

“hey, rules are rules,” one of the guys smirked. “unless you’re scared?”

caleb let out a slow exhale before turning his head slightly toward you. his voice was low, meant only for you. “you okay with this?”

your heart pounded. you and caleb had been best friends since childhood, but this—this felt like uncharted territory.

“…it’s just seven minutes, right?” you mumbled, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face.

caleb’s lips twitched slightly, something unreadable in his gaze. “guess so.”

before you could process what was happening, hands were on your back, shoving you both toward the small, creaky supply closet. you barely caught a glimpse of caleb’s expression before the door clicked shut behind you, plunging you both into darkness.

the air was thick, the scent of old wood and fabric softener filling the small space. you barely had room to move without brushing against him, and the only light came from the sliver beneath the door, casting faint shadows across the walls.

you exhaled slowly, pressing your back against the wall, trying to ignore how close he was.

“well,” caleb’s voice broke the silence, low and amused, “this is cozy.”

you scoffed. “if you like being locked in a tiny closet.”

“depends on the company,” he mused.

your heart skipped. “you’re so annoying.”

he chuckled under his breath.

a few seconds passed. then a minute.

outside, someone whispered, “do you think they’ll actually do something?” followed by a harsh shush.

caleb sighed. “they’re just waiting for us to crack.”

“or for us to—” you stopped yourself, suddenly very aware of what this game usually involved.

caleb smirked, even in the dark. “kiss?”

your face burned. “don’t say it out loud!”

he leaned in slightly, just enough to make you feel the shift. “why? getting ideas?”

you swatted his arm. “shut up!"

silence stretched between you, thick and unbearable. caleb shifted, his shoulder brushing yours briefly before he leaned back against the opposite wall.

outside, muffled giggles and whispers could barely be heard through the wooden door. you had no doubt your classmates were listening.

“they’re totally waiting for us to do something,” you muttered.

caleb huffed a quiet laugh. “probably hoping for a scandal.”

he rapped his knuckles against the door suddenly, making you jump. “hey!” his voice was loud and teasing. “you guys really just gonna sit out there and eavesdrop?”

chaos erupted outside.

“what?! no!!”

“shut up, caleb!!”

“we weren’t listening, we swear!”

caleb smirked. “sure.”

you groaned. “why are you like this?”

“gotta keep them on their toes.”

a few beats of silence passed. you could feel the warmth of his presence, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing in the quiet.

then, in a softer voice, he asked, “you nervous?”

you hesitated before answering. “a little. it’s… weird, right?”

“yeah,” he admitted. “kinda is.”

silence stretched between you, thick with something unspoken. this moment was awkward to say the least—to be forced in such a challenging scenario with none other than the childhood friend you grew up with and had the most foolish crush on was nothing but flustering.

you shuffled your feet. “this is the longest seven minutes of my life.”

“is it?” his voice dipped slightly. “feels kinda short to me.

you turned your head slightly, trying to make out his expression in the dim light. “you’re being weirdly calm about this.”

he exhaled. “trust me, i’m trying.”

your breath hitched. “trying?”

“not to think too much about it.”

your stomach flipped. “about what?”

he hesitated, then muttered, “you.”

your pulse skyrocketed.

the silence that followed was deafening, and you tried to pretend those words didn't come out of his mouth.

he shifted again, this time closer. “wanna sit?” he asked suddenly, as if needing to break the tension.

you blinked. “on the floor?”

“unless you wanna sit on my lap—”

“no!”

he snorted. “relax, i was joking.”

you huffed, lowering yourself down, hugging your knees to your chest. caleb followed, sitting across from you, his back against the opposite wall.

it was still too close. your legs brushed slightly, and neither of you moved away.

caleb shifted again, his movements slow, deliberate. “i think we should mess with them,” he said after a moment.

you blinked. “what?”

“just to freak them out a little.”

before you could respond, he knocked on the door again—this time, slower.

“hey,” he called, his voice dipping just slightly. “you might want to give us a few extra minutes...“

outside, your classmates screamed.

“what the hell?!”

“no. no, stop.”

“open the door right now!”

“caleb, what did you do?!”

you smacked his arm, face burning. “you’re actually the worst!

he was laughing now, a low, warm sound, and you could practically feel his smug grin. “oh, come on, that was good.”

outside, someone knocked on the door. “y’all making out yet?”

caleb shot a glare at the door. “oh, definitely,” he called back sarcastically. “best seven minutes of my life.”

a chorus of groans followed. “ugh, you’re the worst!”

“hey, if you wanted details, you should’ve picked a different guy!”

you buried your face in your hands. “why are you like this?”

“what, you want me to give them a show?”

you refused to dignify that with a response.

caleb shifted again, voice lower now. “for real, though. you okay?”

you nodded. “just… wasn’t expecting this tonight.”

“you and me both.”

a few more seconds passed.

then, in an almost hesitant voice, he asked, “you ever thought about it?”

your stomach flipped. “thought about what?”

“us.”

you froze. “…what about us?”

caleb exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair. “never mind.”

“caleb.”

he let out a quiet laugh, almost self-deprecating. “just… wondering if the idea ever crossed your mind, that’s all.”

your heart pounded. “i..."

another stretch of silence. your heartbeat was out of control.

then, quieter, caleb spoke again. “but seriously.”

you swallowed. “what?”

he hesitated, then let out a breath. “you know i wouldn’t— i mean, if it were someone else in here with me, i’d probably be trying to claw my way out.”

your stomach twisted. “but because it’s me…?”

caleb’s voice was barely above a whisper. “i don’t mind it.”

your whole body felt like it was on fire.

and before you could even begin to process what that meant, the door suddenly burst open, light flooding the tiny closet.

“seven minutes, exactly!” someone declared. “so… what happened?”

caleb stretched his arms, looking entirely unbothered. “wouldn’t you like to know?”

your classmates groaned, but you barely heard them over the pounding in your ears.

caleb stretched, looking entirely unbothered, but as he passed you, he leaned in slightly, voice just for your ears to hear.

“we’ll finish that conversation later.

you swore your brain short-circuited.

[fraternum-momentum]

yandere who's a clumsy killer and mc secretly helps him cause its cute how hard he's trying but he's so incompetent that they lowkey feel bad

[fellulahh]

*MC‘s friends after meeting MC’s boyfriend*

Friend 1: oh my god MC, he’s perfect!

MC *smiling*: he is, isn’t he?

Friend 2: where did you find him?! I need to find one like that

Friend 1: I know right, he can’t be human!

MC:

[bunnwich]

First Meeting (Leona x Yuu 1/3)

Well, their first meeting was how you would expect...since that would be when Leona's tail gets stepped on in the Botanical Gardens. Impressions are as follows...

I think I will break the rest of this question into 3 parts since these two are quite convoluted. (First Meeting, Falling For, and First Confession.)

[connorsui]

The water's getting colder let me in your ocean-

-swim

[deerspherestudios]

Sorry, this is a silly question but-

Does Mychael know how to whistle? I think he would be the kind of person who whistles songs or tries to imitate birds!

Just because I think it'd be pathetically funny,,, I wanna say he desperately wishes he can whistle but ends up blowing raspberries instead when he tries.

Why? Because:

Yeahhh sure, admittedly he can be charming and cool if he can whistle like a bird just because he's a nature guy. But listen, the scenarios that pop up from him not knowing how to whistle are a lot more endearing to me.

Imagine you and him are out on a nature walk. You praise some birds singing in the treetops nearby and you ask him that question, fully expecting him to know how to. He'd embarrass himself going for it trying to impress you (because he thinks you'd find it neat or something) only to fail miserably.

This guy has it too good with knitting and cooking and woodworking he must suck at something. /lh

But then,,, maybe you can teach him instead! Maybe you can gift him a bird whistle the next time you meet him! Maybe you can show him how to do it with your hands!! You can tell him you're just as bad at it as he is or impress him instead.

[iatnen]

Best bros

Fellas is it gay to hold your bro close once in awhile

[orphicmeliora]

Secret identity au

You're what people call a walking disaster. You walk into a room, down a street, through a building, hell, even a park bench—anywhere at all—and it's almost guaranteed that someone, somehow, is getting hurt. Maybe a potted plant falls on a passerby. Maybe a toddler accidentally kicks you in the shin with a toy truck. Maybe a scooter mysteriously careens down a ramp and knocks over a vendor's hotdog stand. Either way, pain is usually involved, and statistically speaking, it’s either you or some other poor unfortunate soul caught in your gravitational field of chaos.

The worst part? Most of the time, it’s not even your fault. It’s like the universe itself has you on speed dial for comedic misfortune. Things just happen around you—doors swing open, drinks spill, ceiling tiles fall. Some say you’ve got a black cat’s luck. Others whisper it’s your evol to attract chaos like a lightning rod. Like some sort of cosmic magnet for near-death experiences.

Enter this Lumiere guy who shows up out of nowhere every time you need help. The masked man with a heroic streak and perfect timing. He always seems to be there the second you're dangling from a balcony, caught in a runaway shopping cart, or about to be squashed by a suspiciously fast-moving food delivery drone. He’s graceful, mysterious, and efficient—like if Batman had a Pinterest board full of soft lighting and silk capes. Naturally, you’re halfway in love. Because who doesn’t catch feelings for the guy who literally saves your life every 48 hours? The mask only makes it worse, honestly. What does he look like? Why won’t he take it off? Why does his voice sound like a lullaby dipped in espresso? It's all very stressful.

Anyway, fast forward. You're back from a long shift of not dying (you tripped, a ladder fell, long story), and you’re practically vibrating with excitement over your latest Lumiere sighting. So you do the most obvious thing: call your bestie to fangirl.

You're pacing in the hallway, phone pressed to your ear, animatedly relaying every detail ("I swear, his cape glowed when the sun hit it—no, I'm not exaggerating! And then he caught me—like, full-on princess-style caught me, I thought I was gonna die, but no, he just—ugh, the way he looked down at me, I swear—") when the elevator finally dings and the doors glide open.

That’s when you notice him.

You falter mid-sentence. “Hold on, I think my neighbor wants to murder me with his eyes.”

Xavier doesn’t even blink.

He’s standing a few feet away, waiting to get past you into the hallway, staring like you’ve personally offended his ancestors. As your words trail off, he levels you with the kind of look usually reserved for gum on expensive shoes.

You lower the phone slightly. “Uh…hi?”

Nothing. Just a sharp exhale through the nose and that judgmental, soul-piercing stink eye like you’re the human equivalent of elevator Muzak.

The man is wearing a plain white hoodie and sweatpants like he walked out of a moody fitness ad, and yet he exudes the same intensity as someone plotting world domination—or at the very least, filing a very strongly-worded HOA complaint.

You step aside as he brushes past, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like “loud.” The nerve.

Okay then.

You resume your call, lowering your voice only slightly. “I don’t know what this guy’s deal is. I’m not that loud. Maybe he’s allergic to joy?” Okay, maybe your voice carries, but you’re excited! You could’ve died! Again! Some people journal. Some people drink. You cope with high-volume storytelling and minor public disturbances.

And you’re just about to get over it when something weird happens. Just for a second, Xavier's hoodie sleeve slips up as he adjusts the grocery bag in his hand.

There’s a flicker of something silver peeking out from under the fabric. Thin, intricate. Almost…mask-like?

Wait.

No.

It can’t be.

Can it?

[someiicecube]

messing around; Solstars outfits !

—feat. Barbatos, the no. 1 Solomon hater

[ilikemusicandpears2]

something about someone important to you leaving something behind after they pass

[devildomangel]

MC: *Staring at a wall*

Mammon: oi! Human! The heck you starin' at that wall for?

MC:... They call it an egg salad because it's all just egg.

Mammon: What?

MC: They use hard boiled eggs and mayonaise... and mayonaise is made out of eggs. So it's just an egg salad.

Mammon:....

******

Lucifer: Why are you two staring at a wall?

Mammon: you're not gon' believe this...