#wall of mcs

[chchanging]

I have been waiting for a dynamic like this for a thousand years

[abyssyby]

Random thought, but what's the least favorite foods for Lucian and Kyros. Cuz mine was kiwis and figs.

And I'm pretty all of us had that phase where we hated a food enough to fling it across the room 😂 i'm so curious what the little twins would do if they were served something they didn't like eat but mama and papa made them eat it (parents: but its good for you!! Little twins: 🤢)

hehe i love this question! the twins are very polite and persuadable on normal circumstances, but they do have those foods that they just cannot stand ><

lucian inhales almost anything. the schmeeties (sweeties), the healthies, the snacks, the leftovers off kyros's plate, anything you're eating, anything papa is eating— he kinda wanders over to you and opens his mouth Ö just waiting for you to break off a piece and let him taste. most of the time, he really does enjoy the snacks you give him and he just doesn't leave you alone with the expectant Ö (like kirby huhu). but one thing makes him clamp his little mouth shut, bear down and ignore you when you try to feed it to him— tomatoes.

you tried once, when he was younger. his face scrunched up into a displeased grimace, his tongue trying his hardest to understand the tang, the popping sensation, the gooey aftermath but with remnants of skin?— none of it makes sense. he spits it out little by little like he'd been confused about how it ended up in his mouth in the first place.

you give him a pass when he's younger, but when he's a little older, you'd hoped his tastebuds have changed just that little bit. you slip it into a meal.

"ew..." he does that thing again, the little spits of confusion into a paper towel. "no like dis one." "it's good for you, cian." sylus urges, showing him he's eating the red abomination of a fruit too. and so lucian hands him his soiled paper towel. "here you go, papa. s'good for you."

kyros is a picky little angel. he likes the soft foods, mashy tatoes (mashed potatoes), squash soups, applesauce (but apple juice on top forever), mac and cheese. something he doesn't really appreciate eating are the harder to chew foods, the ones that take just that little bit more to masticate that at the end it is just tasteless mulch in his mouth— the hard bread papa likes with his cheese and wine hmph.

he'd try it overseas, on a little vacation where you and sylus took them along to enjoy the sun and some beaches. on a particular evening in one of Sylus's many properties you've been staying at he wanders over you and papa having a late nightcap. just wine, cheese and bread over stories and some quality time once the boys had fallen asleep.

but kyros is up and he's hungry. so he goes out onto the balcony where he hears your voice, climbs sylus's lap and idles on his chest, waiting for his turn to be spoken to (sylus was in the middle of telling you a story). mid-wait, his stomach grumbles. sylus mindlessly breaks off a piece of his baguette and places it in kyros's hands.

sylus takes a little while to finish his story, but by then your attention is already on your son, gnawing angrily at the snack he'd been handed ages ago.

"can't do it!" he cries, chewing helplessly. clutching not even half of what was given to him. it might still be his first bite. "papa, help! help!" sylus's apologies were sanded with chuckles as he allows kyros to spit out the mulch in a napkin on his hand. he massages his jaw silently as you resume your conversation. in the end, kyros settles for the soft cheese and popping grapes.

the next time he's offered any kind of hard looking bread, he's already rubbing his cheeks and shaking his head... good thing lucian's good with leftovers.

[akiacia]

eye contact

[freyadragonlord]

I feel like the biggest difference between Kim Dokja and Han Yoojin is that while Dokja has for the most part carefully constructed his freak persona as a way to protect his vulnerabilities and trick his companions into believing he has his shit together, Yoojin just naturally is the freakiest little menace the world has ever seen

[choccy-milky]

Ok long story short, I constantly hit my bed frame, and my husband thinks it's adorable until he sees the giant bruises it leaves. I was in my head and thought, would Sebastian do the same thing to Clora? Would he lovingly tease her, kiss the bruises, then at night when she's sleeping, dismantle the bed frame at the end of the bed?

im gonna be so real with you, i thought you meant hitting the HEADBOARD, so i just immediately thought of this LMAO

(..........but to properly answer your question, YES!! if there was a part of the bed frame that clora kept hitting herself/bruising herself on, seb would probably make fun of her and say something like 'how is it that even in your SLEEP you find new ways to hurt yourself???' but in the same breath he'd also work to clora-proof the bed so that she doesn't get hurt again🥰LMAO)

[magnoliaswriteatsunset]

I watched a reel showing what Zayne said after being gone for 30 days. I can’t help but wonder about something.

Imagine this:

We are the MC. We are because we customized her and the cafe can show time passing from morning to evening, then night based on the time of where we are/the server. Usually, we/MC always tells the guys/chosen love interest(s) if we are leaving. We can say good night and hello when we meet.

But something bugs me.

When we exit the game and leave for 30 days, sometimes less, sometimes more, they send messages. Try to get in touch. Search the spots we frequent. Check in on things we left behind to keep them in order and in good shape for when we return. They don’t know when we’ll come back. If we’ll ever come back. All they know how to do is wait. Wait for someone who seems to have disappeared off the face of the planet.

A thought occurred to me.

What if the reason no one can find us, and the reason no one else seems too concerned, is because in their world once we exit the game, MC, us, our avatar, the only way for us to show and give our love to the guys, ceases to exist, but are not completely erased.

The side characters are none the wiser, believing we were sent away on a classified mission or simple were too busy to socialize with their peers. However, the love interests are different. They are aware of the situation to some extent, at the least. They know us well by now. They know we wouldn’t disappear without good reason. And the threats surrounding us are ever present. But something’s off. If that were true, and we were taken by force, they know we wouldn’t go without a fight. They know we would have left traces of *something* behind. Anything. From a knocked over glass to cameras watching over Linkon. They would have found it. But no. It’s like once we step foot outside the game, out side of Destiny Cafe, we simply cease to exist.

The space itself is empty, save for the lone chair the love interests lounge in, only allowing one at a time. No staff to take your order, no customers chatting idly in the background as they sip on their drinks and eat whatever food they bought earlier, no people passing by the windows or coming in and out of the building. Just us, our love interest, and this empty space all to ourselves, playing music of our choice non-stop.

I think we forget, at times, that we have more power over this “world” than we realize. That our choices, feelings and thoughts have sway over how we perceive their world.

But what really gets me, is that it’s as though there is mutual comfort to be found.

Comforting us by easing our worries, waiting for us, the world refusing to turn unless we arrive. Comforting them by interacting with them, touching them, conversing with them, sometimes reacting to what is going on beyond the screen in eerily perfect timing, even though they don’t know what’s actually going on. They are just programmed to do so. Nothing more, nothing less.

Here’s what gets me, though.

We have all this interaction, all this time together, chatting, studying, working (while trying to act like or blatantly staring at each other), playing, or even sleeping together (literally just sleeping, like a nap with the phone on because your too exhausted to exit beforehand). Then suddenly, it’s like we’re a ghost. Gone. No one else has seen us. The only thing left is the echoes of where we once stood.

I wonder,

Do they wait in that chair, acting as though we exist beyond those cafe walls? As if they’ll find us on a walk in the park or fighting to protect Linkon? Do they sit and wait, switching out from time to time to try and see who will get to be in the cafe when you arrive?

So many questions.

Perhaps, in their world, you are the only thing that helps time move forward. Everything else feels flat and stagnant. As their whole world encompasses this small room.

Do you know?

Do you understand what they do while they wait?

Do you feel the same longing and yearning for them as they do for you?

Do you wait? For them? Or is the world around you able to keep you company? Unlike their own. At least, not the way yours does.

Will you ever get to be with them? No longer being stuck behind a screen and wall of code. Would you still love them, without that safety net? Or would it be too much for either of you to bear?

…..

I deviated a bit from where I originally planned to go but I’ll expand more on these later. What do you think? What ideas are bouncing around in that brain of yours? (I also put stuff down in the tags if your interested by it’s mostly just little note from me.

[aydien677]

Incorrect Quotes # 5?

Mc: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Lucifer ? 

Lucifer : … No.

Satan : I do! 

Mc: I know, Satan. 

Satan: I Hate Lucifer

Mc: I know, Satan.

Levi : Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million grimm?

Mammon: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house. 

Mc: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million. 

Mammon: Good thinking.

Lucifer : Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. 

Mammon : You were flirting with Mc. 

Lucifer : So what? They're my partner. 

Mammon : You asked them if they were single. 

Lucifer : "..."

Mammon : "And then you cried when they said they weren't."

Solomon : Hey, Mc? Can I get some dating advice?

Mc: Just because I’m with Lucifer doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Satan : Why are you on the floor?

Belphie : I'm depressed.

Belphie : Also I was stabbed, can you get Beel, please

Mc: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? 

Mammon : The car takes a screenshot. 

Lucifer : For the last time, get the fuck out.

Mc: *subtly breaking the fourth wall* "I have now fed the fandom like throwing meat to the sharks."

Lucifer: "Dafuck?"

Barbatos: *who canonically breaks the fourth wall in the manga* "Good job Mc, should keep them distracted for a little longer"

Solomon: "?????"

Masterlist

[gvnchvcks]

Achievement Hunter Minecraft lore is so awesome. it is So Cool. (thinking about gavin going from being king michael's court jester to ascending to godhood alongside him, proposing to him, and marrying him, all to throw out his ring like it meant nothing because once a fool and liar always a fool and liar, only for michael to STILL miss and mourn him in ydyd when they're both mortals again) it’s so Cool guys.

[aashidoodles]

shiguang cosplaying as a couple at a con

Thanks for the prompt! 🦇

[cvntroach5000]

am i just imagining it or is sylus genuinely the only love interest who will do whatever you ask him to on the crane game

like. rafayel is pretty obvious with how he sometimes insists to go first. and once he gets his hands on the machine, he can be difficult to convince to switch. zayne, on the contrary, wants nothing to do with the crane game and might refuse you if you ask him to take over. xavier complains but lets you choose who goes first every time, but i do believe ive had a case where he got so into it he didnt want to switch.

[chchanging]

New look vying for number one fav tbh

[oya-oya-okay]

@angelwishess 💕💕💕 POST HERE

[cloudsofteeth]

Tiny blobbu !!

[fruifruit]

both of them are eldritch beings in their own ways

[aventurineswife]

I want Obey Me! brothers with a reader who is like Aventurine please

“Life’s a gamble, and I’m not afraid to play”

Tags: Obey Me! Brothers x Aventurine based Reader, Gambling, Complex Emotions, Dangerous Allure, Survivor’s Guilt, Emotional Walls, Vulnerability, Romantic Tension, Calculated Risk.

Warnings: Manipulation, Emotional Trauma, Mature Themes, Tension & Angst, Possibly Unhealthy Relationships.

Lucifer never let his guard down, but there was something about you, something that made him question his usually strict demeanor. You strolled into the room with the kind of confidence that could make anyone stop in their tracks. A blend of elegance, danger, and calculated charm, you had his full attention.

He watched as you approached, your eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, Lucifer," you greeted smoothly, your voice a melody of deliberate calmness. "I do hope I’m not interrupting anything important."

His lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “You never interrupt, MC. You simply… reframe the situation.”

You flashed a grin, the kind that could disarm any of his carefully laid plans. “I’m flattered, truly. But perhaps there’s more to this game than you realize.”

Lucifer studied you, every flicker of your gaze, every slight movement. He saw through your mask of charm—the hidden tension in your posture, the way your left hand, uncharacteristically, remained hidden behind your back. “Still playing with risks, I see. You never change.”

“And why would I?” You shrugged nonchalantly, turning your eyes toward the window, observing the moonlight dancing across the room. “What’s life without a gamble, Lucifer? A dull, predictable affair. I find excitement in the unknown.”

He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. “And what would you risk this time?”

Your smile remained, enigmatic, your eyes darkening with hidden depths. "Everything."

He chuckled softly, though his gaze was sharp. "Then it seems you and I are more alike than I care to admit, MC."

There was no answer, just a brief flicker of shared understanding between you two. The game was always on, whether you were playing with words or with your lives.

Mammon couldn’t help but stare at you, his gaze lingering on your every movement. Your aura—unpredictable, yet effortlessly charming—drew him in like a moth to a flame. You had that same glint in your eye that screamed danger, the kind of danger he couldn’t resist.

“Oi, MC,” he called, his voice a little more flustered than usual. “What’s the deal with all this... fancy clothes and big-shot talk, huh? Ya some kinda god of games or something?”

You gave a soft chuckle, flipping a lock of your sandy blond hair out of your face as you glanced back at him. "I like to think of myself as... an architect of fate. The stakes are high, Mammon, but I never back down from a challenge."

Mammon frowned, scratching the back of his head. “Yer freakin’ weird, y’know that? Always talkin’ like life’s a game. Ya can’t just gamble with everything!”

“Why not?” You asked, your voice smooth and enticing, yet with a flicker of something deeper. “Everything is a gamble, Mammon. Even now, we’re gambling with our time. With our choices. The difference between us is that I don’t mind losing, as long as the thrill remains.”

His eyes narrowed, unsure whether you were trying to impress him or scare him. “So what’s yer game, huh?”

Your lips curled into a smile, the edges of your grin both inviting and dangerous. “The game is simple, Mammon. Don’t fear the stakes; fear the regret of never taking the risk.”

He swallowed hard. "Guess you’ve got a point there... but maybe not all of us wanna play with fire."

You tilted your head, your eyes catching the light just right. “You’d be surprised, Mammon. Sometimes it’s the fire that keeps us alive.”

Levi was never one to deal with complicated personalities, but when you entered the room, he couldn’t help but stare. You weren’t just confident—you were unnervingly composed, and that sharp, strategic mind of yours? It sent shivers down his spine.

“Hey, uh, MC, right?” Levi muttered, his voice shaky. “You’re like... totally different from what I expected. I mean, your whole vibe is like... I dunno, like you’re always on a high-stakes mission or something.”

You gave a low laugh, the sound light but with a hint of a challenge. “High stakes? I would say it’s just life. Nothing more thrilling than walking a tightrope, don’t you think?”

Levi looked at you, wide-eyed. “A tightrope!? No way! What if you fall?”

“I never fall, Leviathan.” You tilted your head, eyes glinting dangerously as you continued, “Falling is for those who are afraid to rise.”

You seemed to glide through the conversation, your movements as fluid as a dancer. But there was a subtle tension in your posture, a hand always hidden or tucked away behind your back, a secret you kept locked in your mind. It fascinated him.

“I... I guess I get it?” Levi muttered, his fingers twitching nervously. “But... don’t you get scared? I mean, gambling with everything sounds... kinda crazy.”

Your smile was sly, calculating. “Fear isn’t the problem, Levi. The problem is living without it.”

Satan always prided himself on his intellect, but you, had a way of getting under his skin, making him feel like a mere pawn in your grand game. He observed you closely, noting how your eyes flickered with silent challenges as if daring anyone to take a step into your world.

“You seem so... sure of yourself,” Satan remarked, his voice sharp as he leaned against the wall, watching you with intense scrutiny. “It’s almost as though you see everything as a puzzle to be solved.”

“You could say that.” Your grin widened, your eyes locking with his. “Everything is a puzzle, Satan. And I... am very good at solving them.”

Satan raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “But you don’t mind playing dirty?”

You shrugged, the casual motion making your gold rings gleam. “Dirty? Life is messy. You either get in the dirt and make your play or you watch from the sidelines.”

He frowned, not sure if he was impressed or irritated by your words. “You sound like someone who’s never faced consequences.”

“Oh, I’ve faced them.” The playful tone in your voice slipped for a moment, a shadow of something deeper passing over your face. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by that same confident smile. “But consequences are just another form of the game. You play with the pieces, you take the risks. That’s the fun of it.”

Satan eyed you, a mix of curiosity and caution. “You certainly have a unique outlook. But I suppose that’s what makes you dangerous.”

You chuckled softly, your gaze never leaving his. “And yet, here you are, intrigued.”

Asmodeus was no stranger to captivating people, but you? You were a whole different level of dangerous allure. The way you walked into a room—your smile, your confidence, your playful, almost teasing nature—made him immediately want to know more.

“Oh darling, you’re a puzzle wrapped in an enigma!” Asmo exclaimed, eyes sparkling. “I can already tell you’re the type to keep everyone guessing.”

You leaned in, brushing a lock of your hair out of your face with a flourish, before meeting his gaze. “I’d say you’re half right, Asmo. It’s not about keeping others guessing, it’s about knowing when to let them in.”

He was momentarily taken aback. “So you do let people in?”

You raised an eyebrow, your smile lingering with a mysterious edge. “Sometimes. But it’s never without a price.”

Asmo couldn’t help but laugh, his interest piqued. “You certainly know how to make things... exciting.”

“There’s nothing dull about a gamble, Asmo,” you said, your voice almost teasing, yet with an underlying seriousness. “You of all demons should know that.”

Beel, despite his usual calm demeanor, couldn’t ignore the unsettling aura you carried with you. You weren’t like the others. The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself—everything screamed danger, but in a way that made him want to stay close.

“You don’t look like someone who’s afraid of anything,” Beel commented, his voice steady but curious. “Aren’t you scared of losing?”

“Fear of loss is a weakness, Beel.” Your voice was smooth, yet there was a quiet depth to it. “It’s only through loss that you truly understand what you’re willing to risk.”

Beel chewed on the words for a moment, his gaze softening slightly. “I don’t know about that... I’ve lost a lot.”

You gave a small, knowing smile. “We all lose, eventually. But we’re still here, aren’t we? That’s the real gamble.”

Beel blinked, slowly understanding. “You make it sound like there’s no escape from it.”

“Exactly,” you said, your voice more certain now. “There’s no escape, only choices. And sometimes... the best choice is to keep playing.”

Belphie, the quiet one, was strangely fascinated by you. While most people were intimidated by your demeanor, he saw something else—a deep, unspoken vulnerability behind your games, your calculated charm, your hidden fears. He couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“Hmm... you don’t seem like the kind of person who sleeps well,” he remarked, his lazy voice cutting through the silence.

You tilted your head. “And what gives you that impression?”

He yawned. “I’ve met a lot of people who act like everything’s fine, but you... you’re different. Always playing your cards close to your chest, hiding behind that smile of yours.”

You paused, eyes flicking briefly to your hand, which was tucked behind your back. “I sleep just fine, Belphegor. But some things... are better left unsaid.”

His gaze lingered on you, as if waiting for you to reveal more, but he knew better than to push. Sometimes, it was the quiet moments that spoke the loudest.

“Well, if you say so.” He shrugged, rolling back into the couch. “I’m just saying, the game you’re playing? It’s got a hell of a lot more stakes than you let on.”

[neigepomme]

okay i need to yap about this rn and i feel like you'll understand miss pomme. it actually hurts me how pure caleb's love is and how selfless he can be. he started loving and protecting mc when he didn't even know what those words meant. he was just a little kid and he asked for nothing in return. he spent years looking out for her, searching for her in every crowd and not once did he put himself first. it's almost as if it's an instinct for him. i love him so much :( i want him to be happy in every lifetime he gets to experience with mc. ok bai

anon i am holding your hands GOD i have never understood something harder in my entire life.. yapping a lot because it genuinely makes me so upset too

i think about this a lot!! i enjoy yandere caleb stuff, and i think the darker content is enjoyable to read — but personally? i think if you genuinely did not want him in your life, he'd disappear, as long as he knew you were safe. he never really allowed himself to feel selfish or to require your love, always satisfied with being by your side without you necessarily reciprocating it.

sometimes, i wonder if he ever resented the life he was condemned to. i don't think anyone would blame him if he did. it always breaks my heart just how much love he holds in his heart, and whenever i see his freckles and how bright his eyes shine, it makes me super emotional. caleb had to grow so fast, and he never had a moment's respite — always on edge and constantly fighting to stay alive. his relationship with josephine wasn't a good one too. he remembers all of the experimentations, yet lives with one of the perpetrators, just so he can stay and care for mc.

what drives me even more nuts? the way he always looked up to the sky and dreamed of freedom, and how mc was always included in his vision of freedom. he went to the DAA hoping to learn how to fly, how to be able to feel free and his motivation was always mc. his worth is always associated with mc, and even in his weakest moments, where he should care for himself, where he should feel hurt, his mind never allows him to.

in the new world underneath story, you find out that he limited the radius of the explosion with his evol in order to shield mc — which is why he was significantly more injured than he should have been. he would much rather die than encounter the possibility of mc getting hurt. in such a stressful moment, where he surely could only feel pain from the flames and the debris, where he should have cared for himself, his mind was only on mc. and when he lost his arm? the only thing he mourned was the ability to feel mc's warmth.

you know what gets me about this too? if he was offered the chance to do it all over again, he would. in a heartbeat, without even hesitating for a bit. in every scenario, in every dream of his, mc is there. his love is too big for his body, and he would much rather be miserable and know that mc is okay, than be okay without knowing if mc is. every single time he is given the opportunity to be selfish, he decides to be selfless.

i really hope we get a card where he's genuinely happy, and we see him act a bit more selfish. i want caleb to be greedier, to demand love, demand affection, demand care. i want him to put his desires first, and most of all, i want him to smile without worry. he deserves so much and i really hope that we get to see him live his childhood freedom dreams without a care in the world. need the world to give caleb his wings back!!

edit: ok this got real emo i feel bad so have what i think caleb's love would feel like <3333

caleb's love is a hope that gives you wings. shades of orange and purple, sweaty hands tightly held as you chase sunsets, past, present, and yet to come. summer breeze carrying the weight of unspoken childhood memories. freckled cheeks painted with melted apple flavored ice cream. shared headphones and loud guitar, representing the intensity of your beating hearts. adrenaline rushes and familiar laughter into the early morning hours.