How would the ROs react to a MC that’s look super cute when their mad
Assuming it's not a super serious thing they're rightfully mad about...
Salvatore: They'd struggle hard to take MC seriously, but this is what MC deserves!! Would still smile when they're not looking, thinking about how cute they'd look. They're fangirling hard inside because their MC is just so adorable.
Luciel: They'd have the urge to reach out and pat them on the head, or stroke their cheek with a thumb. More than usual. It's a soothing gesture, isn't it? It's not motivated by anything else, like the adorable downturn of the corner of their lips or...
Ciocana: Can't help themselves from doting on the MC and giggling at the way their face looks. MC is so cute when they're mad! Don't be mad anymore at them, pretty please? Pokes at their face.
Alessi: They'd laugh lightly and tell MC they look cute when they're mad plainly; however, they'd really sit down and try to get past their (very adorable) look to hear them out properly. Even if MC has such an endearing expression, they want to take their grievances to heart!
🥺🥺🥹 cute MC is too powerful, I don't recommend it... Thank you for the cute ask ♥️
After an explosion, You XiaoMo finds that he is now a probationary disciple of the TianXin sect. However, he is one with dubious potential, so just when he starts to adapt to his new circumstances, he receives a piece of bad news. If he is unable to produce the required result after half a year to become an official disciple of the TianXin sect, he would be driven out of the sect.
While You XiaoMo is going all out to make medicines and earn money, he runs into Ling Xiao. To his horror, he later discovers that Ling Xiao is actually someone cloaked in human skin.
Rating: 9.6/10
I have only read the first book of the quadritology and I'm starting the second, but I really like this story. The adventure have just began but I can assure you that XiaoMo is a great character, with great "personality" according to Ling Xiao, you know what I mean :3.
Ling Xiao is another interesting character with a really long story and lots of secrets but he's easy to understand, at least, when he's with XiaoMo.
The only reason I am not giving this story a 10 out 10 is the translation. The one who did it is very good and I would like to thank them for translating this incredibly long masterpiece, but in some parts the way the story is translated gets a bit confusing.
Anyways, if you are looking for a fun book filled to the brim with magic, fantastic beasts, lovely characters, mysteries and love, this is for you!
So after I scrolled through your whole blog for the juicy Murphy content I thought I should leave an ask.
What are the ROs reactions to an MC who puffs out their cheeks all cute like when they're frustrated?
I can only apologise for the things you must have seen on, what must have been, an absolute slog through my blog lol
Murphy -
Will look at MC like some kind of strange specimen the first time it happens, unsure if they're being serious or not. Will swiftly become one of his favourite reactions to get from his partner. Has an ongoing competition with himself for how many times he can make them do it in a single day.
Shae -
Gives a slow blink as MC sulks and waits patiently to see if there's anything else they want to say before dismissing them. Once alone they'll allow themself the small smile that always follows that face. Adorable.
Callie -
Goes full heart eyes. Lots of cooing and compliments as she basks in just how cute her agent is. Will make it her life's mission to get a photo or video of MC doing it so she can hold it to her chest and squee about it whenever she wants to.
Toni -
Will mimic them, turning it into some kind of weird stand-off. If MC doesn't seem like they'll break anytime soon, they'll roll their eyes and mutter something about MC being "lucky they're cute" before reaching out with both hands and squish down on their inflated cheeks, slowly pushing all the air out, just to try and annoy them. If it works it lights up their whole face and they have to catch themself before MC notices.
Claude/Claudia -
The first time it happens they are genuinely at a loss, has no idea what MC is doing or why. Depending on what triggers it, it will either become just 'one of those things humans do', or it will become something very close to endearing when MC deploys it in private, like a miniature challenge for them to find what'll make their love smile again.
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Sometimes, Lucifer wondered truly how innocent you could be.
You were simply the purest. You were like a little woodland fairy, flitting about and bouncing upon mushrooms and through the foliage of the Devildom as you skittered about, doing your tasks diligently and with a warm smile all the while. Your delight at seeing a tree in your room was like that of the warm sun of the human world, the sun that Lucifer remembered as golden rays and a warm embrace. You would hum as you completed your tasks and when you finished, you would beam proudly at your handiwork, and Lucifer would swear on his life that he could see the pale white sparkles surrounding your face as you preened at your hard work, bringing an innocuous light to the usually dark and enigmatic Devildom.
You were as cute as a human could be, with doll lashes framing sweet gentle eyes and fluttering against cherubic cheeks that flushed with pink. Mammon had even tried to market you as a doll to sell at one point, and Leviathan liked to have you standing next to his Ruri-chan life-sized cardboard cutout or figurines to make it feel like his collection was complete. You smelled of tea leaves and spring petals and warm sugar cookies and soft cream puffs, and the scents brought a small dosage of serotonin to Lucifer’s heart whenever you passed by. When you weren’t in your RAD uniform, you liked to dress up in pale peasant blouses, flouncy pinafore dresses, and cozy knits that Satan would gift you. You were like a forest wanderer, skipping along the trails of the Devildom as if it were a leisure stroll through the woods, wicker basket hanging off your arm as you hummed, carefree and bright. Had you been anyone else, Lucifer would have scolded you for your naivety as to walking carelessly in a world of ravenous demons, but one look in your pure, sweet eyes, and the words died on his tongue like melted snow.
You had even managed to attain the favor of the other six brothers, albeit you had no clue that you had six of the seven overlords of Hell vying for your attention and your gentle smile as you invited the Little D’s to have tea with you in your room.
Mammon would accompany you to the human world market on Wednesdays when you went to go shop for groceries and to buy little trinkets. He’d trail after your happy figure, your linen apron fluttering in the early spring breezes as you filled your basket with vegetables and meat, as well as sweet bread, milk, and sugar. At first, he’d been reluctant, trudging after you boredly because it had been his obligation to accompany you to the human world and bring you back. However, after he’d noticed you always tucking the afternoon tea menus into the pockets of your dress and buying hand painted teacups from the shop with the elderly owner more often than not, he’d questioned your motives, and you introduced him to starting collections of things that you found pleasing. Now, whenever Wednesday struck, he was pulling you along excitedly to the human realm, eager to add on to his collections of cute rings, little trinkets such as lockets and charms, and other treasures that caught his eye. You had even bought him a comical-like treasure chest for him to store his newest finds in. Every time he finished a collection, something new would catch his eye, and he’d be rushing to buy it. It was one of the perfect ways to spend leisure time with the second born. He especially loved it when you invited him to bake with you, surprisingly. He passed it off with the excuse that he could sell some of the pastries and make good money, but he found himself eagerly looking forward to you waking him up gently in the wee hours of the morning on the weekends so you two could sneak into the kitchen and bake something. Those hours were usually spent baking batches upon batches of treats, enough to satiate Beelzebub’s ravenous urges and still have enough left over for everyone else. You two would dust powdered sugar on each other’s cheeks, sharing laughs and jokes as you cleaned each other up. The treat that Mammon liked to bake with you the most was your infamous honey tarts. They tasted delicious, and they reminded him of gold, therefore combining his two favorite things — gold, and you. He loved spending time with you that way, and when you’d offered to feed him a honey tart once, he was sure that something in him short circuited.
Leviathan wasn’t as easily convinced as Mammon had been. Being someone who preferred to stay in his room, he was a lot more hesitant to allow you to visit his room, especially considering your fondness with nature and his aversion to it, as cute as you were. However, you had noticed the plants that he’d gotten just to give his limited edition porcelain Ruri-chan flower pots a purpose, and your sweet and gentle smile had twisted into a slight frown, which had caused his heart to shrink and tighten up in slight fear upon seeing your calm and loving demeanor fade, although he would deny it to this day. When you lifted the pots from their shelves, he’d tutted anxiously, warning you with rushed words to be careful. You had sighed and carefully emptied out the pots, filling them with richer soil from the farms of the human world. You had brought some flower seeds with you, and you had pulled Leviathan over from his game to help you. He couldn’t deny that the way that your soft and gentle hands guided his to tend to the flowers was something that pleased him greatly, and when the first blooms had sprouted from the soil, you had smiled before giving each bloom a small kiss on the bud, and while the sight was totally moe, it sparked up that familiar twinge of envy in Leviathan’s heart, which he shoved down quickly in favor of seeing your beautiful smile as you kissed the blossoms. Your hands were gentle in handling both the flower pots and in squeezing his and untangling his fingers from his hair during anxiety attacks or episodes, and they were probably his favorite thing about you. They were incredibly soft, and your fingers were delicate and smelled like the light lemon pies you would bring in during gaming sessions to feed him while he played. You loved baking for him, and he loved it when you baked for him, especially when you would decorate the desserts to make them seem like they were straight out of a fantasy anime. He honestly liked sneaking peeks into the kitchen to see you baking more than he liked the desserts themselves, but he’d be damned if he ever told you that. After all, he needed the perfect dating sim route to go slow and steady, right?
Getting along with Satan was something that had come surprisingly easy to you once you got past his distrusting facade, because nobody, especially not a human, could possibly be this gentle and sweet . When you had earned his trust, however, you two would pass the wee hours after studying by curling up before the ornate fireplace and reading together, cups of enchanted cocoa steaming next to you. You enjoyed reading with him — his presence was comfortable and warm, and more often than not, he would read to you in a silky smooth voice that you absolutely adored. When Diavolo had sent you to the human world to retrieve some of your belongings in order to make you feel more at home, one of the things you had brought back was a thick book full of fairytales and worn pages. That was the thing that had caught his eye the most, and when you’d noticed him reading not-so-subtly over your shoulder, you had shot him a gentle smile and began to read the story of Hansel and Gretel aloud to him. Of course, he didn’t understand the merit of the story, but hearing your voice reading all these fantastical stories of grandiose warriors and heartwarming romances was enough to make his heart melt. Your voice was probably his favorite thing about you — it was soothing and sweet, like a sip of his favorite tea. Earl grey, which you somehow knew already because you were a clever little pixie of a human who could read him like an open book, no pun intended. You even made it the way he liked it. He especially loved hearing you talk to his cats about mindless little things, even if he thought that they couldn’t understand you and you couldn’t understand them. Truth be told, he liked hearing you chatter to any woodland creature; when you two went to the human realm together, he noticed that you would always stop to tell the birds about your day, or strike up a friendly conversation with the bunnies who lived in the rosebushes, or tell the deer that seemed to draw towards you about Satan himself and how kind he was. You always seemed so happy to talk to them, even if they couldn’t understand you. He was becoming unsure of that, however, but he ignored it. Why dwell on that when he could watch you chatter with the frogs and ducks by the pond instead?
Asmodeus was quick to smother you with affection. How could he not? You were as cute as a button and twice as precious, and you smelled like honey and wild berries! You were simply too cute for him to resist. Almost immediately after your transfer to the House of Lamentation, he’d whisked you into his room and sat you down for an impromptu makeup session. You’d been a bit overwhelmed at the fast pace, but eventually just let it happen as you let him do your makeup. He couldn’t stop crooning at how cute you looked, both naturally and with touches of subtle but elegant makeup here and there. He had definitely taken you out to find clothes that you liked at Majolish, and he’d entertained your hobbies of collecting little trinkets by taking you to shops that sold items that you liked. In return, you gifted him little homemade pieces of jewelry you made, such as the gold necklace with flower charms and little baby buds on it that you’d given him for his birthday, or the honey earrings and bee pendant you’d made him as a thank you gift for taking you to a farmer’s market when everyone else had been busy. Picnics in the human realm were also a common occurrence with you two, and they usually ended in you two weaving flowers into each other’s hair and telling each other stories as you snacked on blueberry cheesecake and passionfruit tarts. You would bring two portable cups for the two of you, and the drink would be different every time — some days, it would be raspberry cordial for him and a berry mix for you, and other days he would get a sweet latte while you sipped on honey tea. There was never a dull moment with you two, and you loved running through grassy lavender fields with him, especially when he would catch up with you and lift you by your waist, the breeze filtering through your hair and ruffling the skirt of your dress as you let out giddy giggles that brought a blossom of warmth to his chest, right under his heart. The sun would beam down upon you two and kiss your scalps gently, and you would lean on Asmodeus’ shoulder with a contented smile, never really noticing the faint twinges of pink on his cheeks or the way he subtly pulled you closer to him.
Beelzebub, truth be told, didn’t really like you at first, although he never expressed it. You reminded him too much of Lilith, too much of her breezy laugh and gentle smile and pure demeanor, and even though he knew that you weren’t trying to replace her and that you didn’t know what had happened, it still hurt to look at you and see Lilith’s face flicker behind his eyelids. However, when the events of freeing Belphegor and you dying had occurred, Beelzebub had felt a primal desire to protect you, defend you, save you , rip through his body like a papercut. He wanted to protect you. You , not Lilith. So he embraced that change and tried to be a bit more friendly with you, which he found surprisingly easy. No doubt had you noticed the shift in his demeanor around you, and while it miffed you slightly that it took you dying and freeing his twin brother for it to happen, you were still happy that he didn’t seem to hate you anymore. You weren’t Lilith, he knew. And he didn’t see her when he looked at you anymore. What sealed the deal for him, however, was when you were put on cooking duty. He’d tried Solomon’s cooking before and left his plate untouched for the rest of the night, but when he came downstairs on your first night to see what you had prepared for them, he was met with a pleasant smell that had his mouth filling with drool as he trailed after the scent, right into the kitchen, like a moth drawn to a flame. Luckily, you were plating the food by the time he made it into the kitchen, and his eyes roved over a main course of sweet chickpea potato curry with halloumi and roasted cherry tomatoes, accompanied with mushrooms and sauced lamb chops. Next to the bowl of curry was a plate of strawberry beignets dusted with powdered sugar and drizzled with maple syrup. You had ever so kindly offered him one — one , mind you — and he’d been stunned at how incredible your cooking was. Needless to say, with your constant gifts to Beelzebub in the form of steamy homemade soup with toasted croutons or treacle tarts with dollops of cream, it wasn’t a surprise that he found himself adoring you and showing you more affection than any of the other brothers.
Belphegor, of course, hadn’t met you until a bit later after your transfer. Despite your frankly adorable features and demeanor, he wasn’t below deceiving you and killing you. Although he acted like he adored you and was smitten with your gentle and sweet personality, his hands still gripped your throat until what was supposed to be your final breath. However, unlike all of his other victims, something in him had shriveled up in horror upon seeing your delicate eyes wide with fear and pain. Something in him had eaten at his stomach uncomfortably when he saw the blood from your neck dripping down his nails and staining the pure white of your linen apron. His mind had been flooded with a split second tidal wave of pure shock and horror at what he had done when your fragile body ceased to move. When you came back due to Barbatos’ power, he couldn’t help but throw his arms around you desperately after he got over the tiny spark of anger in his mind. You, being the sweet and forgiving angel that you were (not literally), dismissed it, and although you were weary around him, you soon learned to lighten up and trust him again. You did slip a few times around him due to reflex, like when you’d accidentally burned your hand against the tray of pastry croissants and golden twist rolls that you’d pulled out of the oven when you turned around and he was suddenly there, sitting on the counter, towering over you. However, you found yourself warming up to him in time, and when you’d invited him to come up to your own little leafy treehouse in the mossy forest, he’d felt a bit honored that you had invited him out of all the brothers. There, you two had shared snacks and pressed your hands against the lilypads in the pond. You two had sat at the edge of the lake, looking around at the variety of mushrooms surrounding you two while your feet dipped in the water, talking about everything and nothing at all. It was just the two of you enjoying a quiet moment together, and when you two had climbed the tall tree back to the treehouse, you fell asleep with your legs loosely tangled together, listening to the sound of rain pattering the windows.
With how quickly you charmed his brothers and were able to get them to be at your every beck and call, even without the pact, Lucifer would have thought that you were an angel in disguise, or perhaps a magical being. Perhaps a pixie, or a woodland fairy, or maybe a little doll come to life.
But he was soon to find out that your charm was all natural, no magic.
It had started when you’d knocked gently on the door to his study, carrying a tray in your slightly shaking hands. Perhaps you were intimidated by him — the thought of your sweet and cheerful nature being withered by fear of him was a thought that made his chest swell with pride. Either way, you had let yourself in upon his approval, setting the tray down on the part of his desk that wasn’t swamped in paperwork.
With a small voice, you explained to him that you’d learned a bit of magic due to your time in the woods, and you had charmed the treats that you brought him — soft tea cakes with sweet glaze and your signature ‘lucky tea’; a brew of dried gold clover, lotus petals, and enchanted honey. The tea cakes were supposed to relieve pains in your muscles and bones, and the glaze was steeped in mountain snow, so it was supposed to relieve Lucifer of the burn in his body due to stress. The tea had calming properties, as well as being charmed to grant the consumer good luck for a short amount of time. You said that you hoped it would help Lucifer breeze through the paperwork stacked on his desk. He hadn’t reacted much other than a slow eyebrow raise, a nod of thanks, and a dismissal. You bowed at the waist and scampered off, clutching the hem of your apron anxiously.
Most of your other interactions had been more lighthearted, like when he’d swiped a small dollop of ganache from where you were baking molten lava cakes. He’d used his finger to smudge the chocolate across your nose, and you blinked, snapping out of your baking trance, before giggling slightly and wiping it off with your thumb, sucking the sweet concoction off of your finger. Lucifer had followed the motion with his eyes and briefly wondered what else he could get away with, if only to elicit those soft little reactions from you.
He also noticed that you never reacted the way anyone else would have when Asmodeus made a dirty joke, or when Mammon nudged you into the more scandalous clothing sections of Majolish. When you heard those comments from Asmodeus, you simply blinked and voiced your confusion. When mammon tried to get you to dress in skimpy leather or latex, you frowned slightly and said that the clothing wasn’t really your type before opting to go over to the sections you usually shopped in.
Later, he learned that you had grown up alone, with only the woods and your otherworldly connection with nature keeping you alive. You had only started interacting with others at the ripe age of eight years old — before that, you lived amongst the small creatures of the forest, feeding off of the foods they brought you, as if they were your family. Perhaps they were. You spent most of your life building shelters for yourself, until you were old enough and experienced enough to begin building your own cottage. It was a quaint little stone cottage, nothing fancy, and it was humble and hidden away, and you absolutely loved it. You had spent most of your life in it, baking tarts and pastries with the ingredients you bought from the merchants in your village in exchange for rare mushrooms, seeds, and plants with healing properties that you seemed to have a sixth sense for finding. Most of your life had been spent frolicking in the woods, swimming in the lake and snacking on pastries of your own creation and chatting with the woodland creatures you encountered. You were a creature of the forest, a creature of flower scented skin and a honey voice.
What an innocent being you were, Lucifer mused over a cup of your lucky tea. The teacup, he noticed, was one of your favorites, the porcelain one with the gold rim and the hand painted floral design. Briefly, he wondered how you found the time to collect all of these things, all while pulling together so many gifts for him and his brothers and still miraculously completing each of your tasks with perfect marks.
His eyes flickered to the plate on the same tray — hand carved and painted by you yourself, and he was the only one who got this privilege; honestly, it was going to make his heart combust — that the tea had come on, the circular dish scattered in crumbs and smears of cream and jam from your latest impulse baking session; heart shaped waffles with cream and raspberry puree. Of course, Beelzebub had immediately poked his head into the kitchen at the smell of fresh fruit and waffles, but you had managed to hide some from his hungry eye — just enough to give to the rest of the brothers. Of course, you had taken the liberty of drawing a little panda bear on one of the two waffles you’d given him, using chocolate and cream, because he was special to you, he knew he was, and because he was special, you gave him special treatment. Just the thought of it brought a prideful smile to his face, lips twisted somewhat informally.
Perhaps he’d made the right choice in sneakily slipping your folder away for future reference during the selection process of the exchange students.
This wasnt the first time Ben has said that, but he wasnt nervous or afraid as usual. Normally Lilian would help the cursebreakers from the sidelines, usually when Mione or Merula asked.
"Oui, what do you need?"
"You're a girl, right?"
Lilian's eyes deadpanned as she looked at Ben, slightly exasperated. "Oui, I am a woman."
Ben immediately backtracked "I mean you know how to talk to women, right? Well, I wanna ask Mione out on a date, and shes been wanting to go to the Muggle world but I'm a bit nervous. What if shes scared and doesnt want to go back? I fancy her a lot but I cant just leave my family, you know?"
Lilian sighed. "Ben, it's one date. It's not as if you're asking her to marry you. Simply take her to a restaurant, watch a movie with her and enjoy yourselves. Besides, you should be more worried about what you're wearing next friday."
Ben looked confused as Lilian closed her book and gave a cheeky smile.
"Aurevioré, Ben and Mione. Enjoy each others company!"
Ben turned away from the leaving Lilian to see Mione with a large grin on her face. "Going anywhere with you would be amazing. I'll trust you're judgement. I know you'll show me a wonderful time." She said as she gave Ben a slight peck on the cheek.
Something told Ben that Lilian planned for him to confess his feelings...
How will the ROs react if, after a long absence, they come home and find the MC sleeping with some of their clothes because they missed them?
First, Atin would freak out because how the heck did the MC get into their house and also how do they know their address 😂 lmao deep in the relationship, Atin would melt into a puddle if they see MC like that. Probably would stand there for a while and just watch the MC sleep with a smile.
Roga would also stand and watch for a while. Then they would try to find a blanket to put it on MC and they would give a very soft kiss on their head so as not to wake them up.
Quinn would instantly crawl into bed or on the sofa, wherever MC is sleeping, for cuddles and kisses. Maybe take a photo first though. But they couldn’t stay put for long and they wouldn’t mind waking MC up if it means more cuddles.
I think i sent this ask before but tumblr iz mean, anyway. If someone should say to the mc that its odd that they as a dragon arent sitting on piles of treasure, how would the ro's react if in response to that the mc went over and sat on top of the ro? Thanks in advance for answering dear author
Loreena: She would smile at the person with clear amusement shining in her gaze. While she wouldn't be surprised that the MC was being cheeky it would be real surprising for her when she finds out they weren't joking.
Robin/Robyn: R would be like damn right I'm a treasure. I'm an absolute peach and I'm glad that you've finally noticed, but there would be a softness to their smile that showed you how much they appreciated the gesture.
Edmund: Edmund would probably say something that would make the other person leave, because he wants to spend time with the MC. (And see how much value he is really worth.)
Esmé: With ease Esmé would switch positions with the MC. Her wings coming out to loosely wrap around their shoulders. Her glittering gray eyes shining with warmth. Showing everyone that would see them that she was the real dragon. Because she got you, the greatest treasure of all.
Ayleth: Ayleth would look at the MC like they were crazy and probably say something like the value of gold sure has gone downhill quickly. Just something that would make the MC get up, because she couldn't be their treasure. Not when she wasn't worth it.
Cedric: Cedric would move the MC to sit beside him, because he sees them as his treasure too. So they will both share the title proudly
Caspian: Caspian would simply shake his head with a smirk pulling at his lips. He would want to make a quip but the happy look in your eyes would stop him. A warm feeling taking its place as he stares at you, and for once he doesn't mind having his guard down in public.
Aghadi: Aghadi would feel touched by the sentiment, but he would also want you to understand that you were just as important to him. You were the greatest gift to this realm and nothing could ever change his mind.
Phenir: Phenir would be plotting is revenge the entire time. Waiting for the time that he too could do this, because it's brilliant.
Revian: She would just be amused more than anything. Of course it wouldn't show but she would be heavily amused. Of course you could feel the way her hands lightly traced your hips. Clearly showing you that she was going to reward you later that night.
