#Mephistopheles and The Arc

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“You gotta”

One of the ghouls said to him. It was an older one, much closer to a sister Imperator. He waits by the side with the rest of the staffs wearing blacks together with Sister Imperator.

“But it��s too soon? I’ve been doing so well!”

[n0ahsferatu]

I drew my Tav as all 11 playable bg3 species (plus a custom one :3) for fun and made a template for people who’d like to do the same thing! I thought it was a really fun character design exercise and I hope you enjoy it too!

(my Tav, Mordred!)

[juustozzi]

[cnl0400]

Ok this may be nitpicking but my problem with the whole "Father's love" Is that your father Is the reason your sister is death, the whole reason y'all went to war... They casted you away because you didn't want Lilith to die...

The thing Is that Father's love Is not unconditional, If you didn't started the war, your sister would have died anyways, for the crime of loving a human too much, he practially made you choose between your loyalty to him or your love for your sister. Thats why Lucifer whole speech of "All Father did was love me, but I couldn't see It" feels shallow, because It undermines the tragedy of falling from the CR in the first place. Like If Seraph Lucifer had fallen in love with a human, he would probably had the same fate as Lilith. Simeon Is stripped of His own angelhood in S3/S4 for stealing the ring of light to save MC, so it's not like the CR Is better in the future or anything

I think Its unrealistic to expect OBM to put Father/God as this 100% Bad guy (with the whole uniting the three realms and all that) but also I feel like Lucifer should have more complicated feeling about this. I don't doubt Father loved him, but I don't think the conclusion of Lucifer arc should be that "All my Father did was love me but I was too prideful to see it"

[melverie]

Let's say that, hypothetically speaking, I were to rewrite season 1 and 2 of NB--what's something you guys would like to see explored? Doesn't matter if it's something that actually happens in the story or if it's just something you'd like to see in general btw

You can also send me an ask as if you prefer to share that way!

[forgotten-contract]

How they met; Krile + Silvaire

While Silvaire met the young woman known as Krile only in passing at the foray into tracking down the missing scions - as attentive as he was to skills of others, the man made it quite apparent that he had no interest in helping that situation, and left it to the Warrior of Light to handle. It wasn't until that same Warrior of Light requested his assistance with the plight of the Warring Triad that he was properly introduced - and strongarmed - into meeting the Lalafell on open terms.

She was clearly able to piece together his lies and half-truths, just as sure as she was aware of the guarded nature of their young companion Unukalhai; yet she unaware of how that the Elezen lord was actually quite similar to that displaced 13th resident. Through the events Krile kept her peace about picking into Silvaire's secrets, although not without a passing comment here and there at his expense; a type of pointedness that brought more questions to the minds of the Scions who'd - up to this point - held his lacking interest in their affairs as common sense. Krile was the first to properly point out the ease in which he would relent to the requests of the Warrior of Light alone; as if obligation demanded a polite hand. Silvaire for the most part found himself at odds; both in the Promethian curse of well controlled annoyance, as well as a genuine respect and admiration for the way the Lalafellan woman could handle him in almost all conversations. Krile and The Warrior of Light were the only two to properly notice the change in his demenor at the death of Regula; unknown to them, the history of a relationship of having raised the youth alongside Varis lingered in the history of this once-Garlean hound. A sorrow buried just as quickly behind the umbral dark of his voidsent affliction, brushed away as 'a waste of time'. After all is said and done, Krile and Silvaire leave these lengthy exchanges with the knowledge that the other is someone to keep an eye on - for good or bad, was yet to be seen.

[multifandomxdanganronpa1356]

How are you, Sylus? Still bea devilish crow?

- 😶‍🌫️

No I'm not.. that's on past, good thing I can be redeemed into good person.

But I doesn't tolerate people who use me as an object for their 18+ wild desire..

so far so good, I'm no longer evil person.

Crow pet: caw!

Oh whoa mephisto you're here.

What, you want request some article edit?

Hmm not you, I speaking to this crow that named after you.

You're making me confused! Is that your crow or me?

Hahahahah Sylus.. next time named your crow different name than Mephistopheles.

I think it's better to put it that way.

Uh...

[journey-to-the-attic]

Reading RPG IK and that IK has a sword made me go through several thoughts:

The sword is a brother

The sword is all brothers??

No no maybe daggers or a throwing knife of some kind

Yessss. 7 knives 7 powers 7 sins 7 brothers to dote when not in weapon form.

anon your brain is UNFATHOMABLY huge, this is such a fun idea!!!

it's also perfect because i really wasn't sure what to do with the brothers in said au (since it comes from a comic idea i had that only features the side charas at the moment). initially all i had was that they'd be the remnants of some disgraced noble family that have since become estranged from each other, and ik helps re-establish their family

so let's put them together! part of their noble bloodline just involves the ability to turn into a fancy weapon, and as ik's adventures get more and more dangerous, she gets to call on their abilities to aid her in battle. they'd all be different weapons, each with a fancy special power (asmo could be a dagger imbued with venom, like a scorpion's sting)

[omnomnb]

mephistopheles would be a tory and a royalist if he was real. he would stan margaret thatcher

[obeymexdanganronpaaskblog]

dear lucifer how's your opinion about online social game, are you willing to try some with your friends?

Ahaha! I would like to try some like drawful from Jackbox games and survive the internet from Jackbox now

*he tilted his head* I think I could give it a go.

*scene switch to in game moments*

Ya can't see what's comin' heheh

*in game: you will grew taller as a monster

Here's Levi roastin' a wrong demon*

Hahahahaha!!

Ain't that funny Lucifer?

Haha what's wrong with that annoyed face Lucifer

Mm-hmm yes it is...

*in game: perhaps barbatos tea will not harm me

Lucifer now dead due tea poisoning*

The game portrayed it too far.

Uh....

What

Serve you right Levi

Leviiiiiii!!!?

*in game: who's buffoon now? Serpentine?

Levi just being Levi*

Pffffff

uhmmm okay?

.......

Hahahahaha that's weird!

Next me?

Heheh you're just so hopeful!

*in game: the poisoned apple do taste good but...

Mephisto fainted after eating poisoned apple*

.......

..... can't say it no more

Lololol

What?

*in game: someone's got too sensitive

Shuichi got melancholic*

......

Yare yare

Haha got that?

No

*in game: newspaper news thirteen and me are dating

Turns out it's a hoax*

what!!!? Oh thanks that was hoax!

Heheh delightful hoax

What's the context of this game!!?

[abattyresonator]

Custom Card - "Mefist Dragon"

Mefist Dragon Level 7 DARK Dragon Synchro Effect 2500/2100 1 Tuner + 1+ non-Tuner monsters If this card is Synchro Summoned: You can target 1 monster in your GY; shuffle it into the Deck, and if you do, Special Summon 1 Fiend Tuner from your Deck with lower original ATK than the shuffled monster. You can only use this effect of "Mefist Dragon" once per turn. Once per your turn, when a Spell/Trap Card or effect is activated on the field or in the GY (Quick Effect): You can Tribute 1 Fiend monster; negate the activation.

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Copia looks up at the unfamiliar man, covered in what can only be described as a knightly attire with a red line running down from his chin to his neck. His eyes bloodshot as he looks down on Copia.

“Take me out?!”

Like…murder? assasination?

The man’s unwavering expression beats the sharpness of his sword in his hand.

Copia gulps.

[hexoskeleton-anonymous]

[A video attachment, taken from inside M.’s house. The view is mostly obscured by vines, but you can make out a Hex Maniac outside, cackling wildly next to a Trevenant. Several other ghost-types surround her.

“Only cursed days will come to those who tamper in the sacred gathering of seven through the Moon-Viewing Ritual!”

M. sighs.]

Yeah, Pokémoon Night is definitely cancelled… askbox is open, I guess?

[carnadelions]

some of you are literally making stuff up because what do you mean the point of lestat's arc is redemption and forgiveness. the point of his arc is sucking and fucking and avoiding getting high speed launched into the nearest garbage chute because while he is in fact mephistopheles he is unfortunately also hot

[sky-kiss]

Raphael/Haarlep: Potential

A/N: Just wanted to do some early days exploration.

R/H: Potential:

Shall they say there are moments of peace? 

Haarlep doesn't know. Peace is the antithesis of their being. They are chaos—it is their blood, marrow, flesh. And so they cannot say there is peace so much as there is…a lull. If an ocean's waves crest, they must also fall. 

There are days when they sit in the dip, neither at the arc's apex nor rising—they are cradled in the storm's eye.  

It should be contentious; some days it is—Haarlep's brat is not the easiest ward. Raphael's temperament veers towards vanity and arrogance, not unlike his father before him. The difference lies in his mortality and his youth. In the earliest days, in those first few years when Mephistopheles sends him to the House, and the boy-king is still seeking to establish his merit, they feud. Raphael reads while Haarlep sucks him off. Days pass where not a dozen words pass between them. 

Haarlep is forced to peddle his juvenile outbursts to Mephistopheles instead of proper information. They're badly beaten for their insolence, threatened, etc. Haarlep hates, but that is not unsurprising. Hate is familiar; hate does not preclude lust. 

Raphael tips his head to the side when Haarlep returns; the incubus' lovely skin is mangled beyond the telling, mottled, bruised, and eaten away by Hellfire. They hiss when they settle in the healing pool, submerging themself to the chin. 

"Such is the price of your service," their brat says, head held high. "These are the wages your master pays, slave."

Haarlep wants to snap at him, every fiber of their body aching. It is beyond even them. "Slave is a fine word for it, lordling." The incubus smiles with teeth. "I suspect you know something of the Cold Lord's attention? How many years did you spend in his dungeons, dearest?" 

Raphael's eyes flare brilliant gold. The lines of his face are softer than his sire's. In truth, Haarlep prefers them. "Be silent, wretch." 

And so it goes, goes, goes, for so many years. Raphael clutches at scraps; Haarlep absorbs their beatings. A divided House. 

"It cannot stand," Raphael mutters, voice drowsy with sleep. He's always softer after, borderline agreeable. The cambion trails fingers down Haarlep's spine, skin still sweat-soaked, lovely. His tongue flicks out to wet the seam of his lips, eyes lulling shut. 

Haarlep smooths hair back from his forehead. "You quite like the sound of your voice—say more." 

"The House." Raphael sighed, shifting under their weight. "Mephistopheles will destroy us."

"He need not." The words are surprisingly soft. In truth, Haarlep barely knows why they say them. They only care that the House is comfortable. And Raphael is…tolerable, nearly saintly by the standards of Hell and the Abyss. "You have proven…capable." 

Their brat chuckles. "You sing such high praises." Raphael frowns. "I am not too proud to seek an accord between us." 

Their initial instinct is to poke, prod, and tease because he is too proud. Haarlep drags the tips of the claws across his cheek instead. No, no, they will not tease. They've worn a slave's collar too long—sold from the Abyss, sold to the House, traded, traded, undervalued. And there is a degree of vengefulness and distaste, like bile. Haarlep's vanity is offended. 

"Shall we speak plainly?"

Haarlep kisses the corner of his mouth. "If you like." 

"I will see him dead." 

Raphael doesn't say who—doesn't need to. It hangs between them like a song. Haarlep shivers. The incubus rocks their hips against their brat, eyes lulling shut—pleasure, low and hot. "Yes."

"I will be king." 

The voice in their head laughs at this—a cambion will never sit as king. But there is an intoxicating sweetness, a whisper of potential, and what if. What if the boy-king killed him? What if he gained power? What if Haarlep was not beholden to the Lord of Contradictions? What if, what if?

It's potential. It tastes like the Abyss, evolution unbeholden to the Hells' rigid power structure. Haarlep groans against his lips, meaning the words. "Tell us how."

And they are pretty tales, childish, but they have merit. 

Haarlep keeps them. They are not for the Cold Lord. 

They have potential.

Haarlep thrives on potential, violence, lust—everything that is not of the Hells. And as much as his brat will rail against it…Raphael is not of the Hells. Not truly. Not entirely. Raphael is potential. 

And how sweet that tastes. Sweeter than the lordlings' breathy cries as Haarlep takes him, sweeter than the arms around them, sweeter than the violent peak of their pleasure. It speaks of an alliance, of evolution, of growth. 

And Haarlep welcomes its potential.

[see-arcane]

A thing about this "Jonathan is too nice and boring to write Mina explore her more gothic romance side with" claim is that to me, personally, a bright eyed 9-5 guy who collects factoids to share, wins hearts with "his gentleness and his sweetness" and won't even raise his voice, let alone his hand, and gradually goes from that point to the extreme opposite point of declaring "If beyond it I could send his soul for ever and ever to burning hell, I would do it!" because of Love, is way more compelling to explore romance with than all those guys who have always been violent or dabbling with the dark side anyways (e.g Vlad didn't get corrupted by love, he as was already violent and impaling people, Hyde was always violently killing people, him killing for her is nothing, etc). Jonathan is who actually radically changed because he's in love; when Renfield dies, Jonathan becomes the old madman. If you want a character for her to explore something wilder with, Mina has already bagged him.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Jonathan Harker is the embodiment of, "The power of Love does not automatically mean something good or even sane."

Love has this man blaspheming in a universe where God and Hell are proven facts. He's standing in the queue to talk terms with Mephistopheles. He's actively planning anywhere between 1 - 5 whole murders and a prospective eternity of feeding on humanity with his vampire wife if things don't work out with the Best Case 'Slay the Monster' Scenario.

Out of love~ 💕

This man's (very nearly realized!) corruption arc is caused explicitly by how much he loves Mina Murray Harker more than literally every other soul on Earth, more than The Right Thing to Do (c), more than allies or innocents or Heaven or Earth.

Mina bagged the guy whose only real holy trinity is her, Eros, and Eris.

God and the Devil are already dead to him for what they did to her, so the latter two had to step in.