#mc emote

[hinamie]

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[thehauntedmarionnette]

He is fighting a war. Just got his arms back. Has been fighting for his life so intensely that even we as the audience are unaware of the passage of time. And still has time to fanboy.

[shootingstarrfish]

day 30!!

[sparrowchute]

chat how are we feeling

[robo-nonagon]

at an intersection, I heard a voice that sounded like yours

[choccy-milky]

scenes from my fic but make it ghibli 🌟

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Thinking again about how dragons are creatures famously known for gathering and hoarding treasure, and for being extremely greedy and possessive of said treasure. Sylus literally has a whole-ass vault dedicated solely to all the gems he's collected over the years. Being generous is typically not in a dragon's nature. They don't share, much less give away valuables.

And yet with MC...

And these are just examples I could think of on the spot. But it is a consistent and frequent pattern with Sylus going all the way back to his myth where he constantly gifts her the most valuable treasures at hand and more besides.

This gets me so good b/c dear Lord he loves her so much that it actually overrides his base instincts. If it'd make MC happy, he'd give her every single gem and stone in his vault/lair without hesitation.

[mitsouya]

[akiacia]

some of the right words

[leons-art-pit]

A buncha expressions from This Challenge :D

I have some AU specific ones I'll post next <3

Specific Expressions:

Tango - 4D Etho - 9A Skizz - 1E Scott - 3D Pearl - 7C Joel - 3E

[scumvillainess]

time travel au where a post-pidw shen qingqiu somehow travels back in time (either through death, the magic that still remains in yqy’s sword, etc.) to when he was the head disciple of qing jing peak.

of course, being able to travel back in time doesn’t come without a heavy price and in this case, shen qingqiu ends up having to give up the ability to feel emotions as an equivalent exchange to being brought back to the past.

shen qingqiu of course thinks this is the greatest gift that he’s ever been given and quickly moves on with his life. everyone else (read: yue qingyuan, liu qingge, etc.) on the other hand, is appropriately freaked out by this new version of shen qingqiu who just doesn’t seem to care anymore about anything or anyone.

[andminnequin]

I updated his ref sheet, yippeee (I still don’t know how to draw ref sheets send help)

He’s a lil guy

I rlly didn’t know what else to add helpme

[childrenofcain-if]

Drunk C will get my ass over and over again. Can we get a snippet of that though, dear Author?

you had been keeping an eye on C all evening, though you hadn’t meant to. it was hard not to.

they had always been a force of nature, sharp-tongued and quick-witted, always ready with a snarky remark or a sarcastic quip. but tonight, the alcohol had softened their edges, and you found yourself drawn to them in a way you hadn’t planned for.

C was giggling now, a sound so foreign coming from them that it made you raise an eyebrow. they were leaning heavily against you, their arm slung over your shoulders as you guided them through the dimly lit streets back to your residence hall.

their usual prickly demeanor had melted away, replaced by a warmth that was almost disarming. you couldn’t help but chuckle as they stumbled over their own feet, their laughter ringing out like bells in the quiet night.

“who knew you’d be such a lightweight,” you teased, adjusting your grip on them as they swayed dangerously to one side.

C pouted, their bottom lip jutting out in a way that was almost comical.

“am not,” they slurred, their voice thick with indignation. “i can hold my liquor just fine, thank you very much.”

“sure you can,” you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “that explains why you’re currently using me as a human crutch.”

they giggled again, the sound so light and carefree that it made your heartbeat quicken. “you’re just jealous cause i had way more fun than you.”

you rolled your eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind the gesture. “yeah, you’ve got me all figured out. i’m just jealous of your impeccable ability to trip over literal air.”

C laughed harder at that, their body shaking against yours.

“you’re such an ass,” they said, although they didn’t sound angry at all. “but i’ve always liked that about you.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the admission. C had never been one to mince words, but they had also never been one to freely offer compliments, especially not to you.

you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, they were stumbling again, and you had to focus on keeping them upright.

by the time you reached their suite, C was practically hanging off of you, their giggles having subsided into a soft, contented hum to a song you couldn’t exactly identify.

you fumbled with the key, your fingers clumsy as you tried to unlock the door without dropping them. finally, you managed to get it open, and you half-carried, half-dragged C inside.

their dorm room was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside the window. you guided C to their bed, gently lowering them onto the plush mattress. they groaned softly, their head lolling to the side as they looked up at you with glassy chalcedony eyes.

“you’re so good to me,” they mumbled, their voice slurred but sincere. “i don’t tell you that enough.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, but you forced a smile. “yeah? well, don’t get used to it. i’m only doing this because D isn’t here to deal with your drunk ass.”

C pouted again, their lower lip trembling in a way that was almost comical.

“you’re so mean,” they whined, though there was no real heat behind their words. “i take it back. you’re not good to me at all”

you chuckled, shaking your head as you knelt down to take off their shoes. “yeah, yeah. whatever helps you sleep at night, lacroix.”

as you worked to remove their socks, C reached out, their fingers brushing against your cheek. you froze, your breath catching in your throat as they traced the line of your cheekbone with a tenderness that had your ribs creaking with the effort to keep your heart inside.

“call me by my name,” they murmured, their tone filled with a rare moment of soberness.

you frowned in confusion. “lacroix? i don’t kn—”

“i mean my first name,” C clarified, tilting their head as their eyes shone in insistence.

you swallowed hard then as you suddenly realised what they were implying. was it just you or was the room becoming uncomfortably hot?

“C?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper and you mentally patted yourself on the back for not stuttering.

the drunk student closed their eyes for a moment, an almost delirious smile taking over their face. their fingers still lingering on your face but the touch was now feather-light. “i’ve never heard something so beautiful.”

you felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly looked away, focusing on the task at hand. “you’re drunk, lacroix.”

C vehemently shook their head in denial, pouting as you went back to calling them by their last name.

“you’re going to forget about this in the morning,” you spoke up before they could say anything, your voice tinged with sadness. “you’ll wake up and it’ll be like this never happened.”

C’s hand dropped from your face, and they shook their head again, more forcefully this time.

“no, i won’t,” they said, their voice firm despite the alcohol. “i don’t want to forget this. i don’t want to forget you.”

your heart clenched at their words, and you had to fight the urge to reach out and pull them into your arms. instead, you stood up, taking a step back to put some distance between you.

“you need to sleep,” you said, your voice gentle. “you’ll feel better in the morning.”

C’s eyes suddenly filled with tears, and they reached out for you, their fingers grasping at the air.

“don’t go,” they pleaded, their voice breaking as your jaw dropped in alarm. “please, stay with me.”

your resolve wavered as you looked down at them. they looked so vulnerable, so unlike the C you knew. the C who was always so guarded, so quick to push people away. the C who had never let you get close enough to see this side of them.

“C…” you started, but they cut you off, their voice desperate.

“please,” they whispered, their eyes locking with yours. “don’t leave.”

your heart broke at the raw emotion in their voice, and you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself.

“okay,” you said softly. “i’ll stay.”

C’s face lit up with a smile that almost blinded you, and they reached out for you again, their fingers curling around your wrist. “thank you.”

you sat down on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding in your chest as C shifted closer to you, their head resting against your thigh. they let out a contented sigh, their eyes fluttering closed as they nuzzled against you like a cat.

“you smell so nice,” they mumbled, their voice drowsy. “mon étoile.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, and you reached out, gently brushing a strand of dark brown hair away from their face.

“sweet dreams, C,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

they nodded, their breathing already starting to even out as they drifted off to sleep. you sat there, your hand resting lightly on their head, your heart aching with a mixture of longing and sadness.

you knew that this moment was fleeting, that come morning, C would be back to their usual self, grumpy and distant. but for now, you allowed yourself to savor the rare intimacy, the warmth of their body against yours, the soft sound of their breathing. you closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the moment, knowing that it would be over all too soon.

but for now, you were content to just be here, with them, in this quiet, fragile bubble of peace.

[bluewolfangel01]

I feel uhhh so silllyy for requesting this but what if sheep mc snapped at like the brothers cuz there’s no way their 100+ year old asses are still acting like angsty teenagers (MC has a delusional joy moment😔😔😔)

It's okay, this is a very interesting request and I'm glad to do it 😁

I will specifically be writing Mc as a sheep like in the manga cause tiny pissed off sheep going off on tall and powerful demons is hilarious (sorry for the wait btw)

angy Mc is funny Mc and you can't change my mind

(I headcanon that the brothers sense their sin on Mc/you btw)

-Angy Mc-

Satan was the first one to sense something was up after a few minutes after his brothers and him started arguing

At first he wasn't sure what he was sensing, until he realized that he felt his sin, pure festering wrath

The worst part? He realized that it coming from Mc, who oddly enough was just sitting quietly on the couch, blankly staring at their phone in front of them

Satan went quite

Which caught the attention of the other brothers, who also turned their shouting at Satan, and even though Satan was very tempted to strick back at them, he held his tongue for once

Mc: "Can you all not fight, argue, or yell FOR ONE DAY?!"

It was at this point the brothers knew, they f#cked up (and went silent)

Mc: "Honestly, I know yall are brothers and demons so this kinda stuff is bound to happen but for Diavolo's sake this is getting ridiculous!"

Mc: *points hoof at Belphie* " Belphie. I know you're the avatar of sloth and therefore sleep a lot, but you can't solve all your problems and grief by sleeping the time away constantly, and the youngest brother brat thing doesn't always make you endearing!"

Mc: *points hoof at Beel* "Beel. I know you have survivors guilt but Lilith ended up living with humans like she wanted, Belphie doesn't need you standing up for him all the time, and you needn't continue to try to fill the hole inside you by eating in a restaurant that has no more food when you could just go down the street to another food place!"

Mc: *points hoof at Asmo* "Asmo. I know you ~get it on~ mainly to distract yourself from your troubles, to make yourself forget even just for a bit, sometimes but you can't push those feelings down forever, so actually talk with someone, anyone, about whats bothering you rather then trying ignore it! And stop hitting on your brothers, it's kinda weird!"

Mc: *points hoof at Satan* "Satan. I know you have an inferiority complex when it comes to Lucifer, but for the love of Diavolo, you wouldn't be called Satan, avatar of wrath, if you were like Lucifer in the first place. You have blonde hair and like cats, Lucifer has black grey-ish hair and likes dogs. AND THATS JUST THE START OF THE CONTRASTS! You are your own person, get that through your thick skull!"

Mc: *points hoof at Levi* "Levi. I know that it's easy to compare yourself to others and not at least feel somewhat bad about yourself but how do you not realize that you're the best tech wiz we got, an amazing gamer, and the most dedicated being I've ever seen in my life! So if you think that you're not good at something think again!"

Mc: *points hoof at Mammon* "Mammon. How in the whole Devildom is the Avatar of Greed almost always poor?! Also I know you are a material gorl, but items and things can't fully fill the void that you feel, so stop acting all emotionally constipated and just ask for affection if you want it!"

Mc: *points hoof at Lucifer* "And you Lucifer. I know you're the eldest and the prideful one, but there is such a thing as shouldering too much and being stubborn to a fault! Ask for help and for Diavolo to lessen your workload every once in a while! And stop not telling your brothers important things, rather then being all secretive to try to 'protect them' youre just hurting yourself and them cause of it!"

Silence was all that could be heard in the House of Lamentation, the brothers still as statues with varying amount of widened eyes, staring at the small being that they cherished that had just ripped into them so aggressively

After a minute ofa dead silent pause, Mc turned off their phone, hopped off the couch and started walking to the living room exit

Mc: "Honestly, I didn't expect to become a therapist for demons when coming here, and now I can't even read my enemies to lovers book in even somewhat peace.... I don't get paid enough for this."

They then disappeared from the brothers' sight, left to wrap their heads around what just happened

And the arguement that started it all? Who was going to make dinner that night

[aventurineswife]

Mammon with a reader who seems to be oblivious to his feelings for them, but they are more actually like "naaah, he can't actually like me that way" and does their best to treat Mammon well without looking like they're leading him on, without bringing up the obvious as to not make things awkward between them and essentially ruin the friendship.

One day during another mandatory mammon-crashing-over-mcs-room-for-company-and-chat, when he brings up the topic of love, reader just shrugs their shoulders and go "dunno how romantic love feels like. Dont think ill ever feel it". Because while they are a bit of a hopeless romantic, they just resigned from the idea because they werent shown much love growing up, so the idea that someone would actually love them seems very foreign. And they are also scared that they wouldn't be able to reciprocate for someone (in this case mammon)

(hope i explained well, just take your time with it. I just wanted something for the favorite tsundere 😭🙏

-Smooch Anon 💋

“What is Love?”

Summary: You and Mammon share a quiet late-night moment together in your room, each engaged in your own tasks but enjoying the familiar comfort of each other's presence. When Mammon unexpectedly brings up the topic of love, you admit that you don’t really know what true love feels like, prompting him to reassure you that you’re worth much more than you believe. Beneath his usual cocky exterior, Mammon shows a rare, vulnerable side, leaving you questioning the feelings between you and him, and whether his words hint at something deeper.

Tags: Mammon x Reader, Fluff, Light Angst, Comfort, Vulnerability, Emotional Conversation, Established Bond, Self-Worth, Hints of Romance.

Warnings: Brief mention of insecurity and self-doubt, Slight angst (You express uncertainty about love and self-worth), Mild language.

A/N: OMGGG I DIDN'T KNEW YOU WERE INTO OBEY ME?!! 🤭 AND YES MAMMON THE BEST BOY AND FAVOURITE CHARACTER!! 👏💛 Do you think him and Aventurine would get along? 👁️👁️ I feel like Aventurine would make fun of him for being in debts lmaoo

The night was quiet, the only sounds in the room being the occasional shuffle of paper as you worked on your assignments. The ever-familiar figure of Mammon lounged on the bed next to you, one leg hanging off the edge as he balanced his phone in one hand and absently flipped through some random channels on the TV with the other. It was a usual late-night hangout, a kind of unspoken routine the two of you had fallen into since you’d started living together in the Devildom.

As usual, Mammon was being his typical self—loud, boastful, and a little self-centered. But you had learned to tolerate his eccentricities. In fact, over time, you found yourself getting used to his antics. He wasn’t so bad once you looked past the arrogance and pride.

“Oi, you hear that new song from the radio today? It’s fire, I swear!” Mammon’s voice cut through your thoughts, and you looked up from your work to find him looking at you expectantly, as if waiting for your approval.

“Yeah? Sounds cool.” you replied, trying not to sound too disinterested. Mammon’s eyes sparkled at your response, though you could tell it wasn’t the enthusiastic reaction he was hoping for.

“Cool, huh?” He chuckled, leaning back with a smug grin. “I knew you’d appreciate my impeccable taste.”

You just rolled your eyes, your attention returning to your papers. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

Mammon let out a dramatic sigh and flopped back against the bed with exaggerated flair. "I swear, you never give me the credit I deserve." he muttered, though it was clear he wasn’t seriously upset. Mammon had always been dramatic like that, using over-the-top complaints to mask the fact that he enjoyed having your attention, even if it was in a teasing way.

After a brief silence, Mammon suddenly sat up, his usual cocky demeanor turning serious. You didn’t notice it at first, too caught up in your own thoughts, but the tone of his voice seemed to shift.

"You ever think about love, MC?" Mammon’s voice was quieter now, and his gaze drifted toward the window, as if the question had just popped into his head. "Like, real love. Not just the stuff you see in movies, but… the kind that lasts, y’know?"

You paused, the question catching you off guard. You weren't sure where he was going with this, but you didn’t want to make things awkward by immediately dismissing him.

"Love?" You muttered, not looking up from your work. "I dunno… can't say I’ve thought much about it."

You tried to sound nonchalant, but inside, your heart did a little skip. You had always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, dreaming about love stories that were too perfect to be real. But reality always crushed those dreams, leaving you to dismiss the idea that anyone could actually love you in that way. Especially not Mammon. He was the Avatar of Greed, after all. He loved money, power, and himself far more than anything else.

Mammon didn’t seem to let your answer dissuade him. Instead, he leaned forward, a faint frown on his face. "Come on, MC. You don’t ever wonder what it’d be like to be loved by someone? Like… really loved, you know?"

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but your voice wavered slightly. "Honestly, I don’t really know what that feels like. I mean, I never had much of it growing up. So… the whole idea just seems kinda foreign to me." You paused, hoping Mammon wouldn’t press you further. "I don’t think I’ll ever feel it. Not like that."

Mammon blinked, clearly surprised by your words. For a moment, he just stared at you, his lips slightly parted, like he was trying to process what you’d said. He had always been confident, always eager to show off, but in this moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes—something rare, something deep.

You quickly tried to change the subject, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were. "I mean, love’s just… it’s not something I really need to focus on right now, y’know?" You forced a small smile, but you could feel the heaviness in your chest. "I’m just trying to get through each day."

Mammon leaned back, resting his arms behind his head, but you could tell that your words had struck a chord. He was quiet for a long moment, and you began to wonder if you had said the wrong thing.

"Well, I think you deserve it," Mammon finally spoke up, his voice softer than usual. "You deserve someone who’ll love you. You’re a lot more than you think you are, MC. Way more."

His words hit you harder than you expected. You froze, unsure of how to respond. Mammon, the one who prided himself on being the best was saying this to you? The person who thought he could never see them in that way?

You shook your head, trying to keep your voice steady. "Mammon, don’t say stuff like that. You’re just being nice." You didn’t meet his gaze, afraid that the look in his eyes might give away something you weren’t ready to face.

"I’m not just being nice," he retorted, his voice quiet but insistent. "I’m serious. You don’t get it, do you?"

You forced a nervous laugh, trying to keep the mood light. "It’s not that I don’t get it. I just…" You trailed off, not sure how to continue without making things more complicated than they already were.

But Mammon was quiet now, too, his expression unreadable. After a long moment, he sighed and stretched out, as if trying to shrug off the tension. "Whatever. I just think you’re a lot more special than you let on. So don’t go sellin’ yourself short, okay?"

You looked over at him, your heart racing for reasons you couldn’t quite understand. "Okay, Mammon. Thanks."

Mammon smiled, a little smug, but there was something warm behind it. "No problem, MC. I’m always here to remind ya how awesome you are."

You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, the awkwardness of the conversation ebbing away as Mammon eventually started talking about something else—probably some scheme he had cooked up to get rich, you guessed. But even as he rambled on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more behind his words. More than just Mammon, the greedy and selfish demon.

But you had no idea what to do with that feeling.

In the end, you just let it go, hoping it was a one-time thing. After all, demons people like Mammon didn’t really fall for people like you, did they?

[starmocha]

I don't normally share active wips, but since I mentioned in a previous post how Lost Oasis has a scene similar to one I had written in a wip I've been working on, I've decided to share it. I may scrap it or I may rework it to align more with the canon material.

This wip is basically an intimate (emotional and sexual) Sylus/Reader sexy domestic slice of life fluff, because I have needs. Really bad needs. 🥺👉👈

The scent of your peach body wash had become more familiar each night, the sweet fragrance clung to Sylus’ body after every shower when he would climb into bed with you. Your hands traversed his bare torso, gliding over smooth skin as you furrowed your brows. “Like what you see?” he teased, but when you didn’t react, Sylus reached out, lifting your chin to meet his concerned gaze. “What’s wrong?” “You don’t have any scars,” you murmured, your hands still skimming over his body in examination. “You sound disappointed,” Sylus quipped with a deep chuckle, but he paused almost immediately when you looked up, staring at him with a worried expression. He was quiet briefly before speaking more seriously, “A benefit of my Evol, if you will.” “Then…how many times have you been injured?” “Does it matter?” he looked at you with a gentle smile, reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. You appreciated the affectionate gesture, but it didn’t mask the fact that he was pointedly ignoring your question. You nodded firmly, refusing to let this conversation end. Sylus looked conflicted. “It’s a good thing you can’t see any scars,” he insisted. You touched his bicep. “Were you injured here?” He sighed, and nodded. “Yes.” You looked frantically around his body before your hand randomly touched his right shoulder. “Here?” “Yes.” Your mind continued to race with increasing anxious thoughts. You touched his thigh. Sylus nodded. You reached up and touched his chest, your hand near his heart. You paused, your face paling, already knowing the answer to this one. It had all happened so quickly, and even now you could still feel your finger pulling that trigger. Sylus grabbed your wrist, pulling away. “Don’t think about it,” he said firmly, “I did it.” “But…” His hands held your face, pulling you to him, capturing your lips to swallow your words. You felt like you were choking, his kisses suffocating you as your mind was in turmoil from both the guilt of what you did and the painful knowledge of never knowing how often he was injured or how severe they were. Sylus broke the kiss when he felt you sobbing against him. He looked at you with concern, not understanding what had led the two of you to this point. Instinctively, he pulled you into his lap, surprised when you lay against him almost instantly, your arms wrapped around his body, cheek pressed against his chest. He could feel the trembles in your body, knowing you were barely keeping your emotions in check. “I’m not hurt,” he said, fingers already threading through your hair as comfort. “I know,” you whispered back, tightening your hold around him. You could barely keep your voice steady, afraid that just one wrong word could break this dam and unleash all of the tears you were holding back. “But,” he started, peering down at the top of your head, “this is nice.” You looked up curiously, meeting his soft crimson gaze. He leaned down, his warm breath ghosted over your lips, making you shiver even more in his embrace. “Having you worried about me,” he said, elaborating further, “Caring about me.” Sylus drew your lips to his again, this time gentler, more tender. You responded, hearing a pleased hum from him as his hands moved down your body. “Sylus—” He guided your hands back to his body. “I just hate to see you cry over me, sweetheart.” You blinked back your tears. [INSERT EMOTIONAL COMFORT SEX SCENE I HAVEN’T WRITTEN YET LMAO]