#mc fanclub

[7kahart]

Give your heart?

[luckykittysshowerthoughts]

To everyone who portrays Michael as an absolute monster. Reminder that he is one of the only (if not THE only) characters who has ever apologized to MC for the traumatic shit they’ve been through. When it wasn’t even his fault.

Don’t you ever forget it.

[zaynveir]

HELP I LOVE XAVIER HES SO FUNNY 😭😭🙏

[hirayaea]

NERO 🤝 MC

月影ハンター最高！

lumiere really is the best!

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[l3viat8an]

Mephisto watching my little pony together with Diavolo and MC, then talking about the story, plot and lore.

Lucifer walks in the room and gets all confused about wtf everyone's talking about

Even better! Worse Lucifer walks in and before he can think of the possible risks he’s asking what the hell they’re watching and talking about, and then Mephisto and MC actually start explaining and in great detail too.

Diavolo’s nodding along like everything MC and Mephisto are saying makes perfect sense ofc-

And in the end Lucifer regret asking jdkshsjdh 

[barbwritesstuff]

A short story commissioned by the awesome VickyPink. A Sergi romance from Sergi's point of view. I hope you like it.

[mail-forwarding]

I am so unwell about Nightglows MC (and also just MC in general). Gets told that Duo's grand plan hinges on them sacrificing themself, and accepts it without any complaints. "I understand what's needed of me. I trust your decision, Commander." Only objection is that they don't want to put this burden on Duo's shoulders. "You're still just a kid." Is asked to keep that entire convo a secret, and then obediently doesn't mention a word to anyone else, not even Lil Sal. Throughout the remaining days left till the final battle, talks about dreams and plans for after the war, laughing and enjoying the presence of others, despite knowing what Duo's planned.

Sees enemy Cthugha, still lost in the Nightgaunts, and senses his suffering from so far away. Realises immediately that he's not just a shadowbugger, he's a person. All that before they've even met Cthugha. And when told to disregard that by Breke, immediately puts themself on the same level as shadowbuggers. "Wouldn't you consider me an unknown too? Don't I also possess a dangerous power?"

Gets dream-napped by Nodens/Nuada/Nightgaunts and empathises with him. "You're trapped in this weird place?" "Are you suffering?" Disobeys Bertro's command to retreat just to have a chance to talk to Nodens and better understand him.

Promises Duo to keep his plan's sacrifice secret. Promises to help Lil Sal find out about his past and his creator. Promises to find Breke again. Has kept each of these promises, through different lives if necessary. They're so bad at lying and so bad at coming up with excuses, but they always keep their promises.

"Still, you laugh together and enjoy each other's company. It's the best you can do with the time you have left."

"Win or lose, times like these are fleeting, and should be enjoyed for all they're worth. Because either way, this will end."

Their last words before the final mission starts: "I'm so glad I met you (Cthugha)." Their last words before the loop resets: "Thank you. I love you all."

[pennyl4n3]

Ahhh my heart

Listening: A Duskwood Babble

Minor spoilers for Episode 2 of the Duskwood Side Story in Moonvale below

MC threw her phone in frustration. Her attempt at communicating with the Nymos account was fruitless once more. The automated system logged out of the messenger once more, ignoring MC's prompts for more information on the software's engineer. At first MC had been content with merely seeing the program come online once more, however as it continued to follow its strict protocols, she began to worry that it was only performing as it had been originally programmed to do - the safety and well being of its engineer was not Its concern.

“Please, just give me a sign!” MC pleaded out loud while pinching the bridge of her nose.

Out of nowhere, MC's Alexa perked up. “Now playing ‘Ghostbusters’.”

MC's heart stopped as the familiar theme song to the 1980s movie flooded her home. By the second “Who are you going to call?” MC had broke out in a maniacal laughter with tears of joy streaming down her face.

As the days passed, MC spent her days and nights talking about anything and everything with her Alexa. She did not care how crazy or weird she looked talking to the AI system. As far as she was concerned she was talking to him. Her Alexa remained silent of course, except for that one night MC returned home from a particularly bad day, receiving the worst news. That night Alexa spoke up to confirm an order of Chinese takeout that MC had not requested. The food arrived and MC ate alone, but she knew she wasn't alone. She was never alone. Somewhere either near or far he was listening.

As he ate his share of Chinese takeout, albeit colder and older than hers, tears of frustration and exhaustion trickled down his cheeks, but he was never more determined. No matter what it took, he would reach her. Until then though her voice was his only solace in the long, dark nights and he would never stop listening.

[kykyonthemoon]

His Mini Version

His reaction when he saw the little doll version of himself that you possessed.

── .✦ Character x Female Reader (MC)

Included parts in order: Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Sylus, Caleb.

♡︎. Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, soft and sweet, plush dolls, established relationship, jealousy (Xavier's part), long distance relationship (Caleb's part)

♡︎. Word count: ~2k4

♡︎. Requested by Yue AuV.

── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic - closed for the time being.

Rafayel

“Huh?”

Rafayel picked up the plush doll on the table, examined it for a moment, then turned to you and asked, "Is this how you think of me?"

You blinked. "Lovely, right?"

Rafayel frowned. He raised the doll to your eye level and said:

“Hear me out, Miss Bodyguard. I do look handsome and stylish, my physique is toned, with a model-like form. Yet, why... Why is this doll that you believe to resemble me so... chubby?"

"Rafayel!" You shrieked and swiftly grabbed both hands to cover the doll's ears. "How can you say that in front of Little Fish?! He'll feel terrible for himself!"

Rafayel gazed at you, then at the plush doll you had just given a name. His body was spherical, with small arms and legs coming out of it. His face was likewise round and fully linked to his body, resembling a huge cotton ball with purple hair patches on top.

"I've gained a little weight lately," Rafayel said, pouting while rubbing his belly. “But I'm definitely not that round!”

“I made him exactly like you for a purpose. Criticizing him means you are criticizing yourself.”

Rafayel did not give up. He took up Little Fish and brought it near to your face so you could compare. 

“Don't you think he's muuuuuuuuch less attractive than me? His body is not as beautiful as mine. He is not as cute or talented as me. Can he paint? Can he make you laugh? What makes you think he can ever replace me?!”

You tried not to laugh when Rafayel puffed up his cheeks, looking like a pufferfish, even identical to that plump plush doll. You replied:

“Well, you don't know that Little Fish also has a very special feature that is different from other dolls!” 

"What's so amazing about it? Tell me."

You extended your hands to accept the doll from Rafayel. When you gently squeezed the center of his chest, Little Fish made a sound mimicking Rafayel's voice:

“Hello Miss Bodyguard! Hello Miss Bodyguard!”

Rafayel stared at him with wide eyes. His demeanor changed from astonished to slightly suspicious.

"I recorded your voice," you added. "Simply hit the button, and he will talk. I can make a new recording if you want. What do you think? He's good, huh?"

You enthusiastically hugged Little Fish and approached him. Rafayel simply scratched his head. “Humans certainly have many strange toys,” he commented. But in the end, seeing you having so much fun with the plush doll, he patted your head and said: "Even though it's a bit ugly and weird compared to my standards, I'm still happy that Miss Bodyguard likes me so much that she even owns a plush doll designed after me!"

Xavier

Since joining Lumiere's fanclub, which was founded by your colleague Nero, you frequently brought home merchandise related to him. There were badges, cards, decorations, and even cotton goods. Among the dozens of Lumiere products that take up room in your residence on a daily basis, you absolutely adored the plush doll named Lumi.

Lumi had two bunny ears and was only a little larger than your hand, making him easy to carry anywhere and at any time. When you worked, he would stand on the desk to encourage you. When you trained, he would slip into your coat pocket and patiently wait for you on the bench. Every time you went out, you carefully put him in your bag. When you arrived home, he was usually on the couch next to you, or cuddled in your arms while you watched TV together. Even when you slept, you would bring him into bed, place him next to your pillow and cover him with a blanket.

Needless to say, this made Xavier quite uneasy. He had not liked Lumi one bit since he appeared in your arms for the first time. The plush doll occupied all your attention. He accompanied you everywhere, all the time. Your phone was full of pictures of him. Even when you slept, the doll was allowed to sleep with you while Xavier was left out. He sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms and glancing at Lumi.

“That's it, kiddo.”

Lumi opened his large blue eyes to stare at Xavier.

“You must leave.”

A rabbit ear on Lumi's head drooped down. 

“Give her back to me. Besides, the place where you sleep used to be mine."

The plush doll continued to stare at him with such innocence. Just as Xavier was about to pick him up, you walked into the room. You had changed your clothing, and of course, your pajamas included Lumiere's chibi pattern on them.

“What are you talking about with little Lumi?” You asked.

“Ah, nothing. I'm just telling him to go away.”

"Huh? Why? He's so little, he won't take up too much room on the bed, right?"

Xavier gave him a glance before turning to you, and his eyes quickly returned to their round, watery condition.

“He's been following you all day. Why does he even take my place at night? Do you really like him more than me?”

Xavier knew too well that you easily got softened when he acted like that. If Lumi's cuteness captured your heart, he would reclaim it by the same method.

“It's not like that,” you replied. One of your hands caressed Xavier's cheek. “Lumi is the one who will protect me in my dreams on the long nights while you're not here.”

Xavier rubbed his face into your palm. He said, “But now that I'm here, Lumi can go elsewhere.”

You thought what he said was right. So you compromised and placed the doll on the opposite side of your pillow, rather than between you and Xavier as previously. You snuggled into Xavier's arms. He remained silent, as if he had a lot on his mind. Then, after you had fallen asleep, he covertly grabbed Lumi and threw him to the ground, then hugged you even tighter.

Zayne 

You set a lunch box on Zayne's desk, then placed something else on top. 

It was a little plush doll measuring about ten centimeters. He had black hair, green bean eyes with a little brownish-yellow tint, he also donned a white blouse just like a certain doctor. 

“What do you have there? A mini version of me, it seems?” Zayne asked while putting away the files on his desk to prepare for lunch with you.

“Hehe,” you happily took the doll. He nestled into the palm of your hand. “Doctor Zayne, look how small you are! I can hold you with just one hand.”

Zayne gave you a little grin. Then he grabbed your other hand, pulling you closer to him.

"Of course." But if you use both hands, you'll be able to handle more than one Doctor Zayne.

You grasped both big and small Zayne with care.

Lunch that day went really well. Before departing, you slipped the little plush doll inside your coat pocket on the left side of your chest, patted it a few times, and told Zayne:

“This is where tiny Zayne will stay every day.  I will take him everywhere, including work, amusement parks, and even home. He will always be by my side!”

Zayne smiled and responded, "It turns out that I can cure not only your heart disease, but also your love sickness?"

You blushed. The Zayne standing in front of you suddenly leaned down, as if talking to the little doll in your pocket: "Miss Hunter and this plush doll's entire day would be so hectic. Would you mind asking her whether she still has time to join me for dinner tonight?"

You laughed when you noticed Zayne's childishness. You replied: “Of course I do. But after all, little Zayne is still an intern here. What are Doctor Zayne's thoughts about being his mentor?"

Zayne stood up straight, tenderly touching the doll's cheek with his finger. "All right. I'll be spending time with Intern Zayne. But when I do that, the lady who takes care of Intern Zayne should come along as well.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zayne's fingers rose to push on your face. You puffed up your cheeks and nodded firmly in accord. From that day on, all your dates with Zayne were accompanied by little Intern Zayne, and he even made arrangements for the doll to have a separate seat by the windshield of his car.

Sylus

Sylus made frequent late-night visits to your place. That night was no exception. But he was astonished to see you open the door with a worn out expression, dragging a big plush doll on the ground.

"Why does it look so familiar?" Sylus spoke after studying the doll. He was around sixty centimeters tall, with white hair, red eyes like two rubies, and a signature smirk that looked so much like Sylus's.

"Huh? Oh, Baby Crow is a mini version of you!” You replied. After closing the door, you strolled back to the living room, holding the doll. You and him fell onto the sofa. Feeling tired after a long day, you had decided to hug the doll to bed before Sylus arrived.

He looked at you and that Baby Crow doll on the sofa and clicked his tongue. “It's a little huge compared to the definition of mini. And what the heck are you putting on me?”

Sylus snatched him out of your grasp. The doll - his little version - was dressed in pink Hello Kitty patterned pajamas,  identical to the ones you were wearing. He frowned.

“You and the doll even have matching pajamas. Where are mine then?”

Slowly opened your eyes on the sofa, you giggled: "Seeing that you like it so much, I will make you a set tomorrow. There are also Kuromi ones."

Sylus leaned down and kissed your hair, whispering: "Sleeping on the sofa will hurt your body." Then he helped you get up. You wrapped all of your limbs around Sylus's torso, as he held you with one hand and carried Baby Crow inside the room with the other.

Another night, when Sylus arrived home late, he caught you cuddling Baby Crow and sleeping soundly on the bed. Both of you were wearing the purple Kuromi pajamas you had mentioned before. He grinned as he softly punched Baby Crow. 

“Hey, you're taking up my space,” he told him.

The plush doll's challenging smile appeared to be taunting him. Sylus removed him from your arms and placed him at the end of the bed. Because there was nothing left to hug, you rolled over slightly, your fingers constantly searching for warmth until you found him.

Sylus took the doll's place, held you, and allowed you to immerse yourself in his arms. He said quietly: "You don't need a plush version of me anymore when you have the real one here, right?"

The next morning, still drowsy, you cuddled him and told him that your Baby Crow had grown into a genuine person.

Caleb

Caleb sent you a surprise package. Curious, you opened it and discovered a plush doll the size of a pillow inside. What was worth noting was that the doll resembled him, with purple eyes and an apple on his head. You phoned to show off to Caleb, who was still on duty at Skyhaven.

“Oh, you got him? I mean, Baby Cal?”

“You even have a name for him?” You grabbed the doll and placed him in your lap so Caleb could see him through the video call screen.

"Of course. I purposefully ordered him specifically for you. He's a present.” Caleb smiled brightly. He was free at the time, but his mission had yet to end so he could not come home to you right away.

You gazed down at the doll on your lap. He was so warm, and his adorable chubby face reminded you so much of Caleb. You inquired:

“But why did you send him to me?”

"To keep you company when I'm away on missions, of course," was his reply. "He will remind you to eat and go to bed on time, or hug you when you're weary."

You touched Cal's head. It was true; he was so soft that you simply wanted to squeeze him.

"Is this your compensation for not coming home for a month?"

Caleb laughed. He seemed a little sad. Then he instantly returned to his regular fresh appearance.

“Do you like him?”

"Of course. I can even release my rage on him every time I'm angry at you. Look!”

Having said that, you squeezed the doll's cheeks really hard. Caleb laughed from the other side of the screen. "Poor, little Cal. It looks like he'll have to take my position as your punching bag for a while now."

You kneaded the doll's cheeks again. He even donned a military uniform similar to Caleb's. The doll would not be able to replace him, you know; yet his existence would sooth your longing for the real person.

You leaned your head against Cal and asked Caleb:

“I have Cal here. What about you?”

“Oh, wait a minute.”

Caleb disappeared from the screen. You heard a rustling noise. A few minutes later, he emerged with another plush doll dressed in a Hunter suit. You immediately recognized it as a plush replica of yourself.

“This is little Hunter,” said Caleb. “She and little Cal are a couple. Every time I look at her, I will always think of you. For example, when I enter the room, she will appear and say: 'Why haven't you bought a ticket to Linkon yet?!' or 'You still dare to stay up late playing games?!'..."

You burst into laughter. "I didn't say it in that awful voice. But how old are you to even buy these things?..."

“I've been teased a lot by colleagues these past few days since I got little Hunter,” Caleb told you. “But since I think you also like plushies, I wanted to make something for you.”

"Thank you." You smiled, lovingly rubbing the doll he sent. “I like little Cal, but he's going to miss little Hunter very much. You mentioned that they were a couple. It means they should not be apart for too long, right?”

[yeet-me-lol]

Getting chased by new admirer-

Mr. Crescendo((mah oc)) and Mr. Scarletella definitely making a Mc Fanclub together.

And as usual, tough luck, Mr. Scarl. Better luck next time.

Random Bonus:-

[wolfofcelestia]

When he asks you if you're attracted to him

Because even the most aloof of men get self-conscious in front of the love of their lives

There's a small hint to this headcanon for Sylus

I was thinking about making Sylus's insecurity something internal but he turned out to be the most insecure about how he looks

MC is slightly tsundere for Sylus here because I still can't let go of my tsun for him so she's just gonna be that way ajdkssgak

Zayne

Z: ...MC, do you think I'm handsome?

MC: Zayne, are you feeling okay? What's with the sudden question?

Z: I just want to know... Nevermind..

MC: Zayne, of course you're handsome. Don't you have an entire fanclub dedicated to you?

Z: I don't care about what they think. I care about what you think.

MC: Of course I think you're handsome, dummy. Even more now that you've opened up to me and showed me your smiles and your tears.

MC: If our nightly dose of intimacy hasn't convinced you that I think you're the hottest man alive, maybe we should increase the dosage. What do you think, doctor?

Z: For such an ill patient, I agree with your assessment. The patient is severely lacking in kisses and cuddles. It looks critical. He will need around the clock care tonight. Are you available to take the shift?

MC: Why wait for tonight? Like you said, the patient is critical. I can't keep him waiting.

Sylus

S: MC... Do you like how I look?

MC: What do you mean? You're not wearing those pineapple glasses again, are you?

S: No, I mean, my face. My hair. My eyes. My nose. My lips. And everything else.

MC: Your face? Didn't you say your face could get you in anywhere? And you keep showing off your abs like you're trying to challenge me to a fight, it makes me so mad.

S: Do you like how my face and my body look? Do they make you happy?

MC: Sylus, where is all this coming from? You may as well be a model. I'm surprised you don't have modelling agents hounding you every time you step foot in Linkon.

S: Answer my questions, MC.

MC: ......

S: ......

MC: Yeah, of course I like how you look.

S: That's it?

MC: What more is there to say? You're hot. You should know that.

S: Say it again.

MC: You're hot, Sylus. You're an extremely attractive man. Your face is conventionally attractive and your body is perfect. Can we stop now? It's embarrassing...

S: Mm... Your blush makes you even cuter, kitten. But you said that I'm "conventionally" attractive. What do you think about me? Am I attractive to you?

MC: Are you just trying to make me blush by making me say these things now?

S: Of course not. I just want to hear you say it. It would put me at ease.

MC: Alright, alright... You're attractive to me. Of course you are.

S: That's it?

MC: You're going to make me say these things all night, aren't you?

S: Oh, you caught on already? I'll make it worth your while. Every time you say something you like about me, I'll make you cry out a little louder. Deal?

[littlebitb]

Let the fan art begin 🙂

I would personally love to see your AI Rinko!!!

YOU WOULD, WOULD YOU???? 👀👀

WELL. I'll put it below the cut 😊

Rinko Kurisaki

I created this with an AI artbot and then fixed the eye color and hair color.

Honestly, I was a bit surprised that it came out so close to what I had kinda pictured in my head!

[astaroth1357]

The MC Meeting the Brothers' (+Dia & Barbs) Cults

So like. Imagine the Brother's Fanclubs + Witchy Requests. That's this.

Contents: Satanic themes, demon stuff, witchy inspirations

~♡♡♡~

Lucifer

Lucifer's cults take this shit SERIOUSLY. They're not just fooling around with the occult, they live and breathe it.

I'm talking dark robes, goats heads, bonfires, animal blood, ritual dances- You know. The works.

Definitely the sort of occultists who gatekeep other occultists. They want the world to think of THEM, the followers of the mighty Lucifer, as THE quintessential demonic cult to model all others after. He (and by that they mean they) deserves no less.

Oh yes, they are a very prideful and obnoxious bunch... Completely void of self-awareness too. Try to point out how arrogant they're being and they'll call you crazy.

Lucifer openly despises most of them and possesses a quiet distain for the rest. He doesn't think they're nearly as competent and useful as they claim to be and would rather they simply butt out of his affairs.

He doesn't visit them much nor allow them to summon him unless it is a world-ending emergency (so never). A former past leader thought he was beyond those rules and paid for his hubris with his spine...

Lucifer will do all in his power to convince MC that his cult isn't even worth visiting. They'll annoy them to death... And even if they do go, the self-absorbed members won't exactly roll out the red carpet.

Just take down any names of the most irritating ones and Lucifer will take care of it. The dungeon rats could use some company.

Mammon

Mammon's cult kind of feels like a mix between a tech startup and Gambler's Anonymous at times. Money is the goal, babes. Everybody there is some kind of slave to the grind and they hustle like the goddamn NFL.

Funny enough, it usually isn't the already rich and successful who find themselves in Mammon's orbit, but those who are close to, if not in, poverty and looking to turn things around.... in less than stellar ways.

What I'm saying is, most are either casino regulars, scam artists, or buy into crypto.

That said, unlike most of his brothers, Mammon actually has a pretty deep soft spot for his followers. He puts on the "callous demon" act when he's brought out, but generally, he never cruel to them. He may even throw in an extra bit of help for free if he sees someone is struggling.

When they first met the MC, they really went out of their way to be sure MC was safe, pampered, and satisfied. This was Mammon's favorite human, after all! He talks about them constantly...

It's pretty humorous because most of them already know what kind of food MC likes, what their sense of style is, their favorite colors, and the like from just listening to Mammon's rambles. Or because he'll send one of them to fetch him some kind of present when he's visiting.

Admittedly, they're all kinda scummy and insufferable at times. But endearing in the same way Mammon can be so hanging out with them can still be a good time. MC just have to keep an eye on their wallet.

Leviathan

Levi's cult feels like a bunch of teens who read a creepypasta once, tested it out as a joke but found out it was all real. Thankfully, instead of being horrified, they were actually psyched!

They kind of take to devil worship with a DnD-like enthusiasm. They all have code names like, "Grimshadow" or "Evergloom," each owns a black cloak that they MUST wear to all meetings, and they all have incredibly embellished and extensive backstories for their "darkside" personas. Levi is very proud of their commitment to it all.

That being said, they do take to their found family, counterculture thing with a good dash of humor. They once all attended their local aquarium in full robes and linked hands around the jellyfish tank for shits and giggles.

Levi's followers rarely summon him, but he stays in regular contact with the group through chatrooms and messengers. They love to report on the fun "campaigns" they're building on or when they pull some kind of silly stunt to scare the normies.

When MC visits them, they've long since built up this prince/ss persona for them and treat them like the defacto second-in-command. (Partially because they know Levi would flip out if they upset MC in any way).

If MC enjoys a bit of LARPing, they're the most dedicated group they'll ever find! If they're not willing to play act royalty for a few hours...? Steer clear.

Satan

Satan has a ton of cults so they come in all shapes, sizes, and flavors. MC will certainly find one for them!

... The catch is that very few of them actually have a good idea of who Satan really is. It's pretty common to mistake him for Lucifer still, to the point that some cults use their names interchangeably, and THOSE cults better not try contact him personally.

If MC manages to uncover more updated following of Satan's, they'll feel like they walked into a "National Treasure"-style bookclub. These guys are looking for the secrets of the universe, never mind anything else.

Meeting with Satan's inner circle usually feature the search, collection, curation of old esoteric tomes or lost artifacts from the distant realms. The majority of the participants are scholars, academics, and the odd cooky conspiracy theorist who just happened to be right.

Also. Cats. Soooo many cats... The cultists are VERY aware of Satan's volatile temper, so they take pains to keep as many cats present as they can whenever they summon him. Their meeting house is just full of them...

Satan's cult gives MC the real VIP treatment because NO ONE wants to the one to tell the Avatar of Wrath that they disrespected his loved one... If MC were walking barefoot, they'd be laying pillows beneath their every step. The only things treated better are the clubhouse cats.

Asmodeus

Asmo's cult is basically one big family. Very enmeshed and a lot of history, but also soooo fascinating to be around.

If MC wanted to keep track of every person in Asmo's following, they would have to make a chart that could expand the length of an entire wall and, in some cases, go back generations if not centuries.

Followers of Asmo have historically ranged everywhere from sex workers to concubines and even members of the aristocracy looking increase their social capital. Being under his cult provided protection and refuge for the most derided of society, no matter orientation or background. A good portion of his modern following are actually members who've been grandfatherd in from parents or siblings who have joined.

And, of course, Asmo maintains a very close and personal relationship with almost all of them. He's always invited to attend baby showers, weddings, graduations, birthdays, what have you and he makes it to a good deal of them, even if only for a few minutes.

Because of its sheer size and unorthodox structure, Asmo's following almost seems like a "cult" in the loosest sense. They have rituals, spells, and meetings but it all looks SO much different than the others. Get-togthers among the adults are practically just parties and maybe you summon some succubi with goat's blood and glitter glue.

Asmo's cult can be kinda catty, but generally very supportive and they LOVE having MC around. Big gossips with a lot of questions. If they love a party, then they can't go wrong!

Beelzebub

Beel's cult takes self-indulgence to a whole new level. These guys LOVE their vices and find a little demonic touch is the best way to keep the indulgence going.

Belphegor

It's amazing that for such a sweet demon, his cult is some of the scummiest people on the planet. We're talking riding yachts on your mega-yacht levels of excess. "Too much of a good thing" taken to the extreme.

The thing is, as long as you have the money to feed Beel then he's really agreeable and kind. So wealthy assholes take advantage of his generosity all the time...

That said, don't feel too bad for Beel just yet because they ARE scumbags, but Beel is in charge and he has his limits.

One old billionaire kept summoning him during his fangol matches. The guy's maids found his nightrobe ripped to shreds and bite marks in the furniture.

Another one made a passing insult about Mammon and Beel came home to give his brother the lady's jewelry... after he washed them off, of course.

He discourages MC from meeting them even harder than Lucifer, and if they insist, he'll go with them and loom over their shoulder like a round-the-clock bodyguard. He doesn't need to tell his followers to treat MC nicely... he'll make them.

Absolutely those edgy kids who dress in all black and SAY that yeah, they've totally met Belphegor. But they really haven't, and it shows.

Remember, Belphie is on the blacklist so most witches who say they've met him are fucking liars. However, that doesn't stop novice covens searching for a little respect from claiming they're in good with the guy.

Since the group doesn't really know what Belphegor is about, they most just use their little club as an excuse to grief others and claim undue superiority. They pull a lot of pranks though, so they at least have some parts right.

Belphie has a vague awareness of their existence, but couldn't be bothered to contact them or set the record straight. What's it matter to him if a bunch of humans want to make a fool of themselves? He doesn't care that much about his reputation.

If MC were actually summon Belphegor themselves in front of them, the entire group would shit their pants immediately then cry and beg for forgiveness. Again, Belphie doesn't care, but he likes toying with fools so he'd play the part of the "Angry Master" long enough to make them run for their lives.

Needless to say, if MC wants there to be no Belphie-cult, no more Belphie cult there will be.

Diavolo

Actually a very small group since it's not super widespread that the Demon King is out of commission. But those who are there are a real who's-who of the witching world.

Dia doesn't actually interact with his cult very much, despite their combined influence, because he finds them very off-putting. Most of them are just "yes men" or social climbers wanting to get in good with royal bloodline, so he doesn't put much stock in what they do or say.

If he does contact them, it's for his "Bring Harmony" plans and they do come in handy as envoys in the human realm. He keeps the interactions brief though.

Several of his number have attempted to get into contact with MC before, but Solomon usually wards them off for much the same reason Dia does. They all just want something from them, so why let them bother his sweet little apprentice?

Those who slip through the cracks get shut down immediately by an impromptu visit from the friendly neighborhood sorcerer who seems to have some of charm in place for just such occasion. It's pretty confusing for MC to watch Solomon drag some big politican out of the house by the scruff of the neck, but it's probably better that they just don't ask and move on.

Barbatos

An even smaller group than Dia's and even more secretive. You basically have to be invited in by Barb's himself so a new member gets added every half century or so...

Nobody is quite sure what spurs Barbs to select someone into his cult... Maybe they make a good first impression when summoning him or he sees that they're important for the future? Sometimes, he'll even induct complete normal humans who weren't even witches to start with so it's anybody's guess.

Due to its small size and, frankly, years of even centuries worth of distance between members there's a lot less meetings and more just doing what Barbs says.

For instance, he may instruct a member to bury a particular message on a hill to then tell a different member to go find 60 years later... Or he'll have another member set into motion a chain of events that won't actually be felt for decades to come.

The cult members don't know about MC unless Barbs NEEDS them to know about MC. He keeps a lot in the dark. If they do, he takes pains to stress that he admires MC quite a bit and to not upset them...

When Barbatos tells you not to do something, you don't fucking do it, so they are VERY kind to MC. Just in that "I feel like there's a gun to my head"- kind of way...

[harunayuuka2060]

Jack: MC... Are you alright?

MC: I could feel my soul separating from my body...

Ace: Yeah... We could see that you're exhausted.

Deuce: So, when are you performing?

MC: Tomorrow. *sad puppy crying*

Jack: I would like to apologize again for showing Vil-senpai your video.

MC: Vil... Do I really have to perform? *looking at him with sad, pleading eyes*

Vil: No. I expect that you will perform your best on stage.

Epel: Y-You can do it, MC!

MC: Epel... *sniffles* *hugs him*

Epel: There, there.

Rook: They're calling you on stage. Bonne chance!

*MC dancing and singing on stage.*

Vil, Rook, and Epel: ...

The crowd: *going wild* *cheering*

Vil: ...

Epel: So they were just being dramatic earlier? *seeing MC energetic and vibrant on stage*

Vil: I told you. That's why I never take them seriously when they complain during practice.

Rook: Mon bébé... *proud Rook noises* *while recording a video of their performance*

MC: *smiling brightly to the audience* Thank you, everyone! See you again next time!

The audience: SEE YOU AGAIN, MC!!!!!!!!

Epel: What the hell... Where did they get all that energy?

Vil: You shouldn't be asking that, Epel. They're an idol. A different breed from your common celebrities.

Epel: ...

Epel: The heck?

Rook: Let's meet them backstage, Roi du Poison.

Vil: Yes.

Epel: ...

Epel: Rook, you look pleased with the performance.

Rook: Oui. In fact, I'm thinking of creating an MC's fanclub.

Epel: But MC has just started?

Rook: It doesn't matter. Look at all these people. Mon bébé has definitely captivated their hearts.

[mikashisus]

BAD IDEA RIGHT?

summary: a year after your terrible breakup with alhaitham, you decide to make the awful decision of hooking up with your ex again. after many failed attempts, you gave up on dating entirely and allowed for a strict “just benefits” relationship with alhaitham. however, you soon realized this was a disastrous mistake, as the rules you set in place came crashing down one by one…

pairing: alhaitham x fem!reader

content warnings: angst, drinking, innuendos, kys/kms jokes, toxicity, slut shaming, cyberbullying — (more added later if needed).

other disclaimers: MDNI. smau, uni au, mc is kind of a bitch!, totally not me projecting my autistic relationship struggles onto alhaitham haha… ; loud and quiet trope, all pictures used are placeholders only and are not meant to dictate the mc’s race or appearance.

🌷 — profiles ;

chappell roan fanclub | big time rush

ACT ONE. bad idea right?

01. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 02. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 03. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 04. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 05.

06. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 07. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 08. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 09. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 10.

ACT TWO. hot to go!

11. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 12. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 13. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 14. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 15.

16. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 17. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 18. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 19. ⠀⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ 20.

notes: header made by yours truly <3 it took so long for me to make bc i kept being nitpicky about which fonts to use and where to place things. it turned out great in the end me thinks! this series is upcoming, so pls be patient while i work on the first 3 chapters. if u’d like to join my disc server to chat and hangout, u can do so here!

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© 2024 mikashisus. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[jeun-bug]

Continuation of mc fanclub👉👈

Do you think mc will have a paparazzi that keeps track on what she does in daily time? Like in wickhive maybe you'll found an account named "daily honor student" / "timely honor student"

The account starts off with compliments of MC until overtime the account uploaded photos of mc being shoot from faraway

Of course it became a bother of MC's daily private life, so maybe DA or ghouls themselves had to interfere and search who's the owner of the account (i think Ritsu will most likely be involved)

HA YES leo works with sinostra and uses his internet sleuth skills to figure out patterns in where the photos are being taken from, and frostheim and vagastrom members go and hunt down the paparazzi together in the smoothest interdorm operation the campus has ever seen. the chancellor is appalled. hyde is crying.

ritsu is absolutely thriving. romeo and leo are sitting in front of a laptop cackling evily as they watch taiga chase down a member of the fan club thru the EITS.

the fanclub is divided into two segments engaged in a civil war- faction A, who thinks that the paparazzi should be revered because any MC picture is worth anything, and faction B, who think that no one is worthy of taking photos of the dear inspector. it’s the worst conflict since the Clash.

MC doesn’t even know this is going on, they’re too busy having tea with subaru and lyca.