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TO KILL THE VIBRANT ꮼ lemon irvine.

it feels like i've fallen for you completely, maybe it's best that you can't be here. angst | gn reader | drabble.

vibrant is when you see lemon irvine gleefully rambling something about tomorrow being exciting and fun for her in this tired afternoon with soft rain gently making its presence known through the drum on your rooftop and coloring your windows gray. she holds your hand and clings to it every so often as she mentions a certain someone, his name on her tongue like a prayer; her eyes so bright that stars could never rival. and her wish to be with the name her mouth could ever so sweetly utter is bigger than that of your heart slowly writhing in pain.

vibrant is when there's hope that flicker and never fickle in the sun that is lemon irvine. hoping that someday you'll understand the spark that comes with her touches, leaving trails of herself on your skin like the syrup-soaked pancake she made for all of her friends and one for you softening around roof of your tongue. hoping that someday you won't have to curse out the certain someone whenever you see her with him. hoping that someday…someday, as if it would fall to you willingly, as if she would look in your direction at any point—which completely obliterates everything that she holds dear—someday she'll see the look that you have because it's the look that she gives to mash fucking burnedead and you know damn well it will never be you.

vibrant is when there is a surging impulse coursing your bloodstream once you see the book series she's been eyeing for months and you snatch it without hesitation, because you're sure she'd love it, because you're sure of your feelings that sit in your heart like a badge free from its burdens. because in lemon, everything else is elevated. and it's not like she'll know the existence of your feelings, for months you've emptied your lungs of the suffocating air you were subjecting yourself to breathe, for months you slowly accept that you will always be what you have always been:

"a very sweet & good friend of mine!"

her voice, god, you could listen to it all day. enough to lift off the weights pulling you down, enough to be the warmth like the sun to the moon (you). so what if you're just a friend? so what if she doesn't see you the way you see her? so what if the world doesn't place itself at your hands and you could've got what you wanted if things had been different? so what if you're not the reason that the vibrant exists?

so what if you could only admire but not touch the rays of sun because she's not yours?

the words written in a handwriting slightly twisted from its origin, preventing the receiver from recognizing them, is an act of protection. you are not capable of dimming the vibrant, you cannot kill the sun, you cannot risk lemon catching onto these wretched feelings of yours. so, you protect them instead, for both of you. this confession letter of yours doesn't disclose its sender; it is neatly tucked into her desk, alone, not for any eyes to see. only hers. only her soft citrine eyes.

"woah! what's this?"

you hear her voice from the other side of the wall. you don't see it, but you can feel the smile forming on her pretty lips, her hands that flail around when she gets excited—that earns a quiet chuckle from you. cute, she's cute.

"oh my…its a love letter." your hands clench unconsciously, your teeth sinking itself on your bottom lip with harshness as if to punish yourself for doing this. everything about liking lemon feels so wrong. you need to stop.

you hear soft sniffs and crying feebly. "aaa, its…really sweet and genuine." your eyes start to feel melting hot, it glistens under the dusky room. its just you, all alone, not really for the eyes to see.

(not for hers to see, too.)

"i wonder who sent this. i wish they could at least give a clue."

you remove yourself from the wall, not wanting to hear beyond what you are only allowed. you walk out with your cheeks damp, a frown that signifies the death of the vibrant inside you.

"it seems like they know me a lot, too. hm…"

"…i can understand why they'd leave it anonymous."

"yeah, i…i think i get it. and they know my answer already. i'm sorry…"

"i'm sorry." she mumbles your name, hushed. "and thank you. i promise i'll keep this safe and hidden. because you're my sweet, sweet friend. always have, i don't want that to change."

tags. @seneon lawl surprise

notes. breaking news: @kyoghurts will now be at their angst writing season. goodluck handling the heartache. stay strong (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) ੭

© kyoghurts. ★ reblogs & likes are well appreciated!

a routine.

Orter Madl x f!reader

Obnoxious, sour, call him whatever you want, Orter Mádl couldn't care less about what people thought of him. You can’t help but wonder if that’s what you find attractive, or if you just have a thing for authoritative, serious-looking jerks (because I do).

Warnings: slight angst? orter is a jerk, hurt (just a bit) with comfort, reader being too nice.

Word count: 3.4k words

Note: again with no sleep, sorry for any spelling mistakes, don't stone me to death. thought about making a part 2 for this, no clue yet let me know what y'all think. (i swear i have never simped for a man that hard before)

definitions at the end, but it doesn't matter if you don't read them so no worries! enjoy-

Indeed, Orter was a man who would sweat for the status quo to be protected. If this man had his name on an alignment chart, the creators would have to make up something like “lawful lawful”. That is how lawful Orter Mádl gets. It didn’t matter to him how people perceived him, or whispered to each other whenever they saw him walk through the large corridors of the Bureau of Magic. Few things mattered to him in fact, but if he had to put them into a list, it would look like this:

Making sure rules and order are respected

Staying undisturbed during working hours (and out of working hours, too)

Not doing anything unnecessary.

He had a very specific routine he followed almost perfectly everyday, and so far, nothing had pushed him to change it. No one had, either, because from an ordinary person’s point of view, Orter was nothing else than a sour workaholic, strict, obnoxious man. Most women (and some men as well) who worked at the Bureau always seemed to look to the ground when crossing his path, while the other ones were too busy gossiping about him being a potential serial killer, since he was “so calm and quiet”. But one (wo)man’s trash is another (wo)man’s treasure and surely enough, you were one hell of a hungry raccoon lady. 

You had been working at the Bureau for almost a year now, and since the very first time your eyes had landed on him, you knew he was the one you wanted. And since that day, you were one of the only people who even dared speak to him— if you don’t count the other Divine Visionaries as people (because Kaldo’s… obsession¹ with honey made him a creature, and not a human being, we have to be honest here). 

You’d always greet Orter when meeting him in the morning, or wish him to have a nice break time when he’d actually allow himself to take a break, and he would simply greet you back, always giving you the same confused look. Simply seeing him illuminated your days and kept you going through your seemingly unending workload. Yet, as much as you enjoyed these small interactions, the same couldn’t be said about him. 

Orter didn’t dislike these despite the way he looked down at you everytime you greeted him. He simply wasn’t used to such… fervour² from any of his other colleagues. You were certainly very passionate, and he had to put in a lot of effort not to just immediately send you away whenever you’d bring him coffee when you had free time or simply try to chat a little when you were to give him a report. 

It wasn’t against you or anything specifically, but Orter was a firm believer that saving energy was the move. After all, why bother doing anything that is unnecessary? 

Even if it, indeed, was nothing personal, you were pretty much everything he disliked. Noisy, talkative, full of energy, sPEED, and quite naive as well. The embodiment of a child who has been given too much sugar and is now experiencing the zoomies. 

And so, like an uninvited grain of sand in his eye, you slithered your way into his daily routine. Each morning, before entering his office, he knew he would encounter you at this specific time of the morning shift, by turning this corner. It happens everyday, and it will happen again today. He knows you get your break at 10:05 am and usually will knock on his office door at exactly 10:11 am to bring him your reports as well as some coffee you grabbed for him.

He knows that in the afternoon, usually between 3:48 pm and 4 pm, you’ll find an excuse— any excuse to bring him some pastries, or any kind of snack with another cup of coffee, but this time a bit more sugary. 

He has gotten used to it now, but he still cannot quite understand why you’re spending so much energy on him, and when Orter doesn’t understand something, he gets frustrated. He does not often interact with anyone, and so the fact that people around him might have feelings is completely unbeknownst to him, or so it seems. 

...

It’s approximately 4pm on that day and, as usual, you knock on his door. He looks up from his paperwork and just mutters to come in, knowing damn well it’s you. But this time, you’re not bringing any coffee or snacks. You just hand him a report you had written, as usual, and he notes that you look a little nervous.

You patiently wait for him to read through your carefully written report. He gives a nod, not even a word, as usual, and this time, instead of immediately leaving, you decide to speak up.

“Umm..” you start, and you start wondering whether this is a good idea or not. He’s looking at you now, in all of his cold, emotionless expression. “So… would you maybe… like to have your coffee break with me this time…?” you ask, looking away a little bit.

He leans against his chair’s backrest at the suggestion. He could definitely use a break and some coffee right now, but he isn’t sure if he can take the amount of energy you’ll be talking with for the whole duration of your time together.

“With you?” He asks, and you’re unsure if he means this in a mocking way, or if he’s just asking. You shyly nod and he adjusts the position of his glasses a little bit. “I could use a break,” he starts “but I’m not sure I can handle more of your… eagerness to converse³.”

It hurts quite a lot; you knew Orter had always been blunt, but to hear it from his mouth was something else. Were you really bothering him that much? Maybe he didn’t mean it in a bad way? After all, he did have a lot of work, and of course he’d like to free his mind a little bit and enjoy peaceful silence with his afternoon coffee. He quickly takes note of your nervous squirming and your lack of response.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he finally says after what seemed like an eternity “I don’t want this headache to get any worse.”

A headache. Was this really all you were to him?

“I.. can stay quiet if you’d like me to, but I would really like to have—”

“No, thank you. I’ll have coffee on my own. ” He cuts you off, looking back to his paperwork, probably very oblivious to the fact that he just hurt you deeply. “I don’t understand why you’re so eager to interact with me when all I’m really asking for is to be undisturbed.” Was it personal, or was it because of his lack of human interaction? Well, both meant the same to you, if you really were the only person he interacted with, it was directly against you.

You didn’t know what to say. You wouldn’t give up on him, of course, but your entire personality had just proven to be a nuisance to him, and you weren’t sure how you’d recover from this one. You had been standing for a minute, looking at the ground in front of his desk, before his authoritative voice you loved so much pulled you out of your overthinking.

“Anything else?”

You shake your head ‘no’ and promptly exit his office now. It sounded clear to you that you were a disturbance to him, and it was the complete opposite of what you wanted to be. But again, no matter how bad his rejection felt, you decided you’d be a little more like he wished you’d be: invisible, silent.

You made a mental note to change your behaviour around him and stop being so clingy and noisy all the time, then maybe, if you destroyed this personality of yours he seemed to loathe, maybe he would look at you. Even just once.

...

Orter arrives at the Bureau the next day as usual, and already knows you’ll be just around the corner where he meets you everyday. He gives a sigh and walks around… to find no one. He blinks a few times in surprise, but simply assumes you’ll be somewhere else, ready to greet him…. But there’s no sign of you. Or rather there is one, but it’s only the usual morning coffee you give him, and it’s sitting on his desk inside his office. You, on the other hand, aren’t here.

“Probably a different schedule today.” he thinks and quickly dismisses it to sit at his desk and remove his coat. He takes a few sips of the warm coffee and sighs before diving into his unending paperwork again.

As expected, there is a knock on his door at 10:11 am. He lets you come in and is pleased to see you’re still bringing him some coffee, along with your usual report. You quietly greet him and hand him the papers as you put the tall coffee cup on his desk, and await his review. Again, he gives you a nod and puts the papers back into his drawer, and as he looks up from his paperwork again to listen to your usual morning talk, he’s surprised to see you leave his office without a word.

“Probably has more work today.” he thinks, dismissing the change in your behaviour as the man sinks into his paperwork once more. You, on the other side, are only hoping your efforts aren’t vain. You’ve practised staying silent for a bit and you think you’re nailing it, honestly. All for the sake of the obnoxious, lawful man.

It doesn’t occur to him even once that you might be in emotional pain from his words; he isn’t well versed with other people’s feelings— and probably not his own either. You probably have more work today, and that’s why you’re not as talkative as usual. Or maybe you’re tired. Are you sick?

He stops himself for a second and takes off his glasses to rub his eyes a little; no. No, no. It shouldn’t matter to him whether you are ill or simply tired. He has too much work to do to care about one of his coworkers.

Roughly around 3:50 pm, you knock on his door again, bringing in the usual pastries and sweet coffee. Now, he’s wondering which excuse you found to visit him as he crosses his hands on his desk and looks at you intently.

His eyes on you start to feel uncomfortable. It’s like he’s tearing your soul open and trying to figure out what’s going on in this little skull of yours⁴, and really, it isn’t just an impression. He was expecting you to ask him out again, or talk about the weather, complain about your workload, but none of these words escape your mouth. A simple, polite “have a good afternoon”, and you’re gone immediately.

Your schedule must really be something else for you to quit pestering him about your state of mind like you used to do. But again, he takes a bite of the delicious pastries you brought him, and keeps working in religious silence as he occasionally takes a sip of the sweet coffee you delivered.

Time flies fast, and it’s already evening. You clock out, as one does, and as you walk away from your office, you encounter Orter, who seems to be clocking out at the same time. And this is when the overthinking kicks in. Is he going to think you waited for him? Will he believe it was a mere coincidence? What if he thinks you’re being clingy and annoying for clocking out at the same time? 

But your thoughts come to an end as he simply walks away without a word; maybe he just doesn’t care. Right, maybe he just doesn’t care. It probably didn't matter whether you were quiet or talkative, hyper or calm. He probably didn’t care.

...

The next morning, you arrive earlier at the Bureau, as you did yesterday, and fulfil your morning routine: getting a few snacks for yourself, and a tall coffee for Orter. But unfortunately, the cafeteria is a bit more crowded than usual, and you end up exiting it at the same time you usually did. 

He encounters you again at the very same corner, and he is now convinced you simply had a rough schedule yesterday, but as he was about to greet you, you simply hand him the coffee and walk away towards your office without a word. 

The day goes on like the previous one; you barely exchange any words with him, and he makes no effort to change this. You’re quiet, reserved now, and you just internally pray that he will like you more. This isn’t you, but you will be whoever he wants you to be, if there’s the slightest chance that he will look at you.

What you were completely clueless about was how this little change of yours was affecting him. At first he didn’t think much of it, but he had gotten used to your nonstop talking, to your cheerful voice when you greeted him, and to the very specific hours you’d come to visit him and ask him out or talk about everything and nothing. 

Orter was going nuts. The routine he had gotten used to was crumbling for reasons unknown, and he couldn’t understand why, it was beyond his power. The grain of sand in his eye⁵ had become an entire desert, and the frustration was great enough that he could barely focus on his work anymore. Something was missing. He needed to figure it out quickly.

His focus was long gone, and all he could think about was why the usual, cheerful girl who always greeted him with a smile and warm coffee had become so… dull and painfully normal. Had you been sick the whole time? Why did he even care in the first place?

But as much as he disliked admitting it, he had grown quite fond of your behaviour, even though his words had proven to oppose this fact. He needed to make sure of what was lacking in his daily routine now. You were still here, you still brought him coffee everyday, did your job correctly… What could be missing?

His mind was a complete mess and he could not get you out of his head for some reason, which made him even more annoyed. You were such a headache and a nuisance, right? He couldn’t possibly be going insane from the lack of… you?

As usual, at 10:11 am sharp, you visit his office with your daily report and his coffee. This time though, he doesn’t take the papers from your hands and just crosses his legs, looking straight into your eyes. “I would like you to read it out loud for me.”

Read it out? You ask yourself, why couldn’t he read it himself? But again, we are talking about Orter Mádl; this man could tell you to get on all fours and bark, and you would gladly do it without giving it a second thought.

“...right.” You started, a little confused at his sudden request. “The Bureau’s investigation on Magol Castle…”

Your words grew distant to him, but not your voice. He wasn’t listening, he was listening. He felt himself oddly soothed at your tone, for once, as he kept trying to find this missing piece of the jigsaw. But it was as if his focus had returned and he could finally get back to work. As soon as you stopped talking, he extended a hand for you to give him the reports, and you did.

“Good, very good. I’ll read it again later.”

You stood in awe for a second; Orter had just praised you. Your efforts were working, and now you just had to keep going and stay quiet most of the time. You gave a polite nod and walked away from his desk. 

“Wait.”

That was it. You were the missing piece. But it made no sense, since you hadn't left, you were still here with him at the very moment... but then why did it feel like you weren't?

You turn around as you hear him speak and you just stand there, waiting for him to keep going. The silence is heavy and it seems like an eternity before he finally speaks up again.

“You’ve been… quiet.” He remarks, his eyes never leaving yours, and you couldn’t tell whether he meant this in a good or a bad way. Of course, his expressions always suggested that everything he said was to be taken in a bad way, but you knew better than to assume anything, especially about Orter Mádl. “Why?” he asks, and there’s an undertone of desperation in his voice. He sounds like he’s at his wit’s end.

At this point, you can’t really do anything else than speak up and tell the truth, can you? So you take a few steps towards his desk and nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt.

“I… do not wish to be a nuisance or give you a headache.” You simply reply, in all of your honesty, and he looks at you, clueless and distraught now. Was that the reason why you had been silent the entire time? Were you driving him completely crazy because of what he said to you?

He buries his face in his hands and sighs. His glasses were slightly falling from his nose now that his hands were rubbing it entirely. You walk around his desk and gently push his glasses back in place, his state worrying you a little bit. You had never seen him being affected by anything before, so you were a bit confused.

“Are you alright..?” You quietly asked, not daring to touch him too much, lest he’d find you clingy, but the man sighed loudly once again and cleared his throat, his hands crossing against his desk again.

“You are driving me insane, (Y/N).”

You’ve never heard him speak your name before, and it felt… rather nice. You couldn’t tell if his words were meant to be good or bad though, so you only stood next to him and waited for him to speak up again. An uninvited feeling of guilt made its way to your heart and you couldn’t help but feel like all of this was your fault. You only wanted him to look at you, to make his life a little easier… but instead, you had somehow wrecked it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Orter was still dead silent, and you had to do something.

“I… I’m sorry…” you mutter quietly, not fully sure of what you did, but feeling the urge to apologise anyway. His state was more than concerning and you were the cause for it. “I… meant no harm, with whatever I did to you…”

And then something hits him. A feeling he’s probably rarely felt before: guilt. He looks up at you, and you clearly look like you’re holding back your tears as you shamefully look away from him. It takes all of his energy not to get angry— but at himself this time. He was the one who caused this situation, not you.

“It wasn’t your fault, only mine.” He sighed as he took off his glasses and started wiping them to distract himself from your sad expression that was awakening a myriad of new feelings within him. “I shouldn’t have said those things. I… did get quite used to your company. Please, feel free to speak as much as you want.”

He looks up at you, and despite the fact that he still isn’t smiling, his eyes are softer now, his expression is gentler and his voice has lost its authority. He is just asking you to speak to him. It isn’t even an order, he is actually pleading.

You can’t help this slight blush from creeping up to your cheeks as you try to regain your composure. You had gotten praised by Orter today, and he even pleaded with you and apologised? It was clearly your lucky day, so you thought you might as well try your luck. You cleared your throat a little.

“A-hem… so… maybe you… would like to have coffee with me this time?” You ask, timidly.

Orter merely chuckles, still not letting his face sport the ghost of a smile. He simply pushes his glasses up to his nose and stands up, pulling his coat back to his shoulders. 

“I would love to.”

¹: this man will cover his sashimi in honey and proclaim it’s still edible.

²: read → insistence. 

³: nonstop yapping.

⁴: empty, hollow. Not a single thought behind those eyes— or so he thinks.

⁵: you, sorry.

So I’ve been suffering from period cramps all day so as I go ahead and write this as a way to comfort myself </3

levis x fem s/o having period cramps (is this probably ooc yes but I cannot bring myself to care this time </3)

• I feel like he would know about periods and stuff obviously but he himself doesn’t know how to deal with them especially with a s/o who has to deal with them

• he tries to help in the best way that he can tho

• This includes buying you anything that you want. Like comfort foods, heating pads, you name it and he’ll buy it for you to try to ease your pain

• during this time he attempts to do everything for you.

cooking dinner? Already done

Laundry needs to be finished? He’s already on it

• he also probably buys you those like heated blankets and multiple of them and just piles them on top of you in hopes that you feel better.

• during this time you guys probably cuddle a LOT. It’s one of his attempts to try to make you feel better during this horrible time.

• if you’re in the mood to go out, then he’ll take you to all of your favorite places. wanna go to a café? He’s on it. In the mood to go to the mall? he’s already asking which one would you prefer to go to.

• He probably play with your hair as a another attempt to comfort you. I also feel like he would be very and when I mean, very, I mean very gentle with you. My guy starts treating you like a porcelain doll that’s on the verge of cracking.

overall I feel like he would try his best if you’re on your period to try to help out :3

(is this short? yes but couldn’t think of any more ideas…)

WIP(I promise I’ll get back to work…soon)

finally writing this stupid magical girl x levis fanfic that I’ve been needing to write for a minute.

Warning: heavy spoilers of Madoka Magica since this fanfic takes heavy inspiration from the series and parallels a lot of the scenes that happen in the anime

Bg info: so just a quick explanation on how magical girls work. In this AU you become magical girl by making a deal with kyubey the cat, looking thing. The deal is simple, kyubey will grant you any wish you desire, but in return you have to become a magical girl and fight these “monster” called witches. now a big thing to know is that you have to use magical girl powers against witches since normal magic does not work against them. after you defeat a witch you get a grief seed which replenishes your magical power and keeps your soul gem pure. Ok that’s all the information you need to know :D

• at first you became magical girl because you wanted to help the people around you. You came from a noble family, but your parents never really felt the need to help the poor. you used to sneak out at night as a kid so you saw the famine disease that they had to face. So when kyubey came to you one night offering a deal to grant one wish you couldn’t resist but accept. your wish was simple, it was the ability to heal any injury, whether it be physical or mental or even emotional.

• after that, you started sneaking out at night, even more often trying to help as many impoverished people as you can with your new profound healing powers. right after you would do that you would go ahead and hunt as many witches as you can for the night. it was pretty simple and you didn’t mind needing to hunt which is every night.

• That’s until you met a friend. she was also another magical girl who hunted witches and she had such a lovely energetic personality. You to became close until well something happened.

• you both were hunting witches that night. It should’ve been like every other night but this which was different. Right after you both thought you killed it your friend was about to try to look for the grief see that I dropped until it did some sort of responding and bit your friend’s head off. You could hear the crunching noises that it was making as it was eating your friend corpse. you finally snapped yourself out of whatever haze that you were in and quickly murdered the witch. it dropped its grief seed and all you could do at that moment was just stare at it. you grabbed the groove seated as quickly as you could and replenish your magic. looking back at your friends corpse it was all mangled up now some parts eaten, and some parts left untouched. you grabbed her corpse found a place in the woods to bury it. after that you went back home and quietly snuck back into your room through the window. As you look you saw that fuck ass cat thing.

• You walked up to him and asked for the full truth.

• he then started to explain the true purpose of magic girls. he started to explain that all of the witches that you have killed were magical girls who we’re overcome with despair and became witches. you learn that eventually you will become a witch as it is a fate for a magical girl that they cannot escape. you learned that technically your soul isn’t even in your body anymore. It’s just inside your soul gem since it makes magical girls more efficient.

• after that, he start to explain the good things that come from being a magical girl and how magical girls have changed history and how they even improve society for beyond your comprehension.

• after all that talking he left you alone with your thoughts. you didn’t even wanna think right now, so you just changed into your sleepwear and crawled inside your bed to go to sleep.

• that happened around a year ago and now you’re currently going to walkis.

Srry yall I don’t know I’m gonna be able to write the levis x magical girl reader that I was planning to do this weekend since I actually got jumped by Bio testing….(this has to be some sort of mental torture, giving me back to back testing…) I’m gonna see if I can maybe write it tomorrow but if not I’ll for sure post it next week.

ok ela testing is finally over so I’ll be posting something next week :D I’m thinking about continuing that one triple liner x lévs fanfic…

ok chat hear me out on levis x mistakeGod!reader

remember, this probably has the usual spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes and some sentences not making sense.

• so this is a pretty simple premise you were originally created to be a god but your creator messed up a little bit and accidentally made you a mortal.

•You’re still extremely strong and still it’s just as strong as any other God it’s just you’re not immortal, because of that you were casted away as a mistake placed down at earth.

• originally you were supposed to be the goddess of love but that title was now stripped away from you. you still remember everything perfectly. The names that the other gods called you the way that they explained that you were just a nuisance now. you’re around five years old when they gave up and abandon you.

• you learn how to be resourceful living in the woods and surviving off any sort of food that you could find. most of the time you had to rely on plants and bugs as a meal.

• eventually, you found an orphanage and they took you in. you stayed in that orphanage for another 5 years until a noble family came in. out of all the kids that they could’ve picked they decided to pick you. you were forced to say goodbye to the few friends that you were able to make at the orphanage.

• at first, your adopted parents didn’t really care about you until they realize that you had lots of magical potential. after that, they force you to train day and night which for you wasn’t really a problem, after all, you’re still technically a god power wise.

• once you are of age, they decide to go ahead and send you to walkis. you personally didn’t really care all that much. It’s just some fancy school to learn about magic. you did fine in general for most of your classes. you probably could’ve done a lot more better if you actually tried, but who really cares about this stupid magic school anyways?

• somehow you accidentally found yourself arguing with one of the top students Levis Rosequartz. you really didn’t care that much and you completely forgot after like five minutes what you guys were fighting about and you tried to leave, but then he decided to go ahead and challenge you to a fight. let’s just say in simple terms you beat his ass like really really badly. he supposedly had to stay in the infirmary room for at least two weeks. did you feel guilty? Not really I mean he did kind of deserve it he was being a bit of a bitch anyways.

• this results in him always challenging you to a fight and always losing. it was kind of sad and multiple times you thought of just giving him the wind, but then you remembered about the fact that he would brag about the fact that he won against you for the rest of his school life.

• eventually, somehow someway became frenemies. you’re not really sure on how it happened you just knew it kind of happened. you too start helping each other out sometimes with schoolwork (it’s mainly you just helping him) eventually he falls in love with the person who has been beating his ass every single time they fight <3.

• if you did start dating, I wouldn’t be surprised if it took you a long time to open up about your history. he would probably need a lot of convincing to believe the fact that you’re actually a mistake god but just show him some of your actual powerful spells and I’m pretty sure he’ll start to believe you.

ykw one of my favorite things to write for mashle is like a certain type of theme reader. some examples are cat hybrid reader, triple liner reader, fallen angel reader, those are the ones that I’ve currently written, but there’s other ones that I like the idea of like jellyfish theme reader, sleepy reader, flirty reader etc. I just feel like it’s more easier and funner to write since it helps me already have a sense or idea on how I wanna write it. this is just a stupid little rant though and I will be posting something soon probably related to levis later this week :b.

here are some stupid ideas about delisaster because yesterday was his birthday and I was way too lazy to post this yesterday

(remember, this has the usual bad grammar and spelling)

• If you two ever met each other, it would most likely be at some sort of fancy party banquet or party

• your probably some sort of high class Noble whos family dabbles into a bit of illegal stuff

• The first time you to meet he definitely was flirting so hard and it would just be completely funny if you didn’t understand that he was flirting and you were just confused throughout the entire time.

• after your parents saw that interesting interaction between you and that blonde frat boy I wouldn’t be surprised if they try to use you as a pawn to get closer to innocent zero by making you close with one of his sons aka Delisaster

• The fact that this dude probably parties all night and gets little to no sleep, you’re parents decide to go ahead and just send you to all of these crazy parties that he goes to all the time in an attempt to make you too closer

• The problem is that delisaster thinks this is your idea to try to get closer to him and you’re just all confused

• somehow, this ended up in you to “dating”

• he would definitely love showing you off during parties and banquets. you’d probably be seated right next to him and him having his hand on your waist. he’s definitely big on PDA.

• I could also see him being really clingy. he likes to hug you a lot and rest his head on your shoulder.

• if you’re strong like a three or a double liner then you probably train together sometimes.

• he definitely drags you out to party sometimes and you more than half the time just monitor him to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid.

(sorry for being short I didn’t have any motivation to continue :/) 

so I was peacefully existing trying to do my work and cat hybrid reader x lévis just hit me like a truck (go ahead and eat up my nonexistent lévis fans)

• probably one of the only way you guys would actually meet each other is if your family is powerful and influential

• I could also imagine you guys being somewhat acquaintances when you were young like you used to sneak in and just say hi to the twins but their dad found out and they both got in trouble so you knew that you had to stop coming and saying hi

• if you came from a noble family, you two would definitely be childhood friends. you guys probably weren’t close because of the fact that his dad was really strict and made him focus on studying and training all the time but you try to spend time with him as much as you could

• would probably become very distant after his brother fell ill and just focus on his studies/training

• you couldn’t really do much about it either because this is also around the time where your family started being strict on you acting more like a “noble”

• I could imagine if you’re a cat hybrid one of your main things is being really fast, quiet, and stealthy.

• i’m trying to think of what your personal magic would be and I think it would be related to something heightening your senses

• I also wouldn’t be surprised if your family put you into an arrange marriage with lévis so you two were forced to be around each other for social event and etc

• if you guys both went to walkis you probably still wouldn’t talk to each other all that much because of the fact that both of you were so engrossed in your own studies

• I wouldn’t be surprised if lévis didn’t mention you at all to the walkis gang and they probably had to figure out through some stupid social event that y’all are both engaged

• now, if you were not a noble person and were like middle class or lower you too would probably only interact in his childhood

• unless you’re super strong and somehow got into walkis

• he would probably ignore you and pretend like you never existed in his childhood

• I wouldn’t be surprised if he outwardly mocked you if you’re trying to talk to him at all

• He still somewhat misses those times when you guys were younger and miss those times where you just hang out and be kids

my brain can’t help but think of reader who purposely hides the fact that they are a triple liner x lévis who doesn’t know that reader is a triple liner

• You were born as a double liner naturally and you personally never really cared for magic or classes or nobility.

• Everything was fine when you were younger, you weren’t really expected to do all that much except sit still and look pretty.

• It was late at night when a assassin entered your home and tried to murder your family. somehow they went past the guards and entered your hime. Around this time you’ve been training your personal magic even though it’s something that didn’t interest you you may as well learn to control it as you knew it would be useful in the future.

• Well, let’s just say you killed them by accident. You didn’t mean to kill them it’s just the thought of your life being threatened awoken something in you. it awoken your third line.

• The problem is that you’re pretty young too probably around 10 something last time you remembered and you knew that this would be a problem that this would interrupt your peaceful carefree life

• So you hid your third line. One of the servants sadly witnessed the accident so you forced the servant to lie to your parents saying that one of the guards dealt with the intruders.

• Luckily, your parents believed the servant, and you were able to continue your carefree life

• They never did find the corpse’s of those supposed intruders, but who really care?

• Everything was fine until you had to go to walkis. The classes were already rigorous and you barely had time to enjoy the things that you used to do

• You also had a little to no friends since your family wasn’t in a high position of power. I mean yeah you were a part of a Noble family but your family didn’t have that much ties to the burden of magic.

• Other than you not having any friends in school, life was pretty boring but it’s better than getting in whatever sort of drama that goes on in walkis

• Eerything is going nice and smoothly until you fucked up by accident. you see you were peacefully getting your lunch and about to walk to your table until you accidentally bumped into a student. your lunch completely fell on the other students clothes and you tried apologizing until you looked up and realized its fucking lévis

• Now you had two options option one stand there and deal with whatever sort of reprimand he’s about to give you or option to run for the hills.

• You without hesitation pick the second option and start to running away like your life depended on it (because your life actually did depend on it). you could hear him screaming for you to get back and deal with the mess that you made but you didn’t like the idea of becoming a corpse at such a young age.

• After running what felt like hours (probably just 10 minutes) you made it back to your room slamming the door and hiding under your covers. After that you officially avoided the lunchroom as much as you can.

• After two weeks you hope that he forgot about the entire ordeal and you can go back to your non-stressful peaceful life. you were finally were able to go back to the cafeteria in peace. you sat at your usual table, trying to eat until you feel a not so friendly presence behind you.

• You slowly turned around thinking ‘it can’t be lévis right?’ you finally fully looked behind you and there was lévis…

• He told you one simple sentence “Today at 6:30 meet me at the dueling grounds”. then he left to go back and sit with his group.

• You were trying to wrap your brain to think of ideas on how to get out of this situation but you realized that the most easiest solution was to just go ahead and deal with this fight

• oh well it looks like you’re peaceful life just jumped out a 10 story window.

(if I ever do make a part 2 it would be most likely after the fight because I cannot write fight scenes)

I thought this idea a few weeks ago buttttt hear me out on reader who experiments on herself x Carpaccio

Reader is fem in this one

• Reader is a part of orca dorm and has a habit of experimenting on herself.

• you and Carpaccio did share magic history together, but didn’t really talk to each other but there was a project in your class, and it had to be in pairs of two

• Both of you didn’t have any friends in that class so you to paired together because you were the only options left for each other

• it was some stupid project about talking about some important historical figure in magic history so both of you plan to work on the project the school library

• Carpaccio was the first one to arrive at the library and he waited but for some random reason you still haven’t appear to work on your share of the project

• So Carpaccio decided to go ahead and look for you and he found you pretty easily at the school garden happily picking some sort of plant

• He walked up to you to remind you about the school project and you apologizing saying that you couldn’t let these plants go to waste

• he was confused because he thought he was just a normal plants and then you went on a whole tangent about poisonous flowers and plants the long-term effects and short-term effects that they have on the human body

• When he asked you in the middle of your rant, how did you get this information you said a simple “Oh I tested it out on myself”

• That’s when an interesting friendship, spark to life

• Both of you now spend time together talking about your own personal experiment and the results of those experiments

• this is also the time you learned about Carpaccio habit of forgetting to eat and sleep so you often remind him to eat and sleep

• sometimes you even cook him some food and force him to eat it in front of you (he has jokingly questioned on whether you’ve poisoned it or and you took a great offense to that question)

I really wanna make an overpowered reader x delisaster where reader basically beats his ass because he was being overconfident and cocky like I’m gonna think a way to write this later today :p

ok you guys hear me out on famin x hybrid cat reader 🙏 (you can take these as romantic or platonic)

• 100% you two met each other because you were both trying to steal the same thing at the same time

• A you was able to get to the object first which was a shiny bracelet that belong to some important noble

• famin saw this and tried to take it from you but you were able to get away in time

• famin would probably be a little bit pissy about having somebody steal an item that he wanted but he would eventually get over it

• But the problem is that both of you guys keep on trying to steal the same thing at the same time

• Depending on the day sometimes famin is successful in stealing the item and other days your the successful one

• So basically, this kind of start starts a little childish rivalry on who can steal the item the fastest

• you 100% uses your cat tail to your advantage by taking the item quicker because of the fact that your tail gives her a longer rage

• tbh famin multiple times has threaten to cut off your tail and every single time you grabs it like it’s your last life line and starts hissing at him

• you also have the ability to turn into a cat and you do it mostly during the day

• has probably a thrown a bucket of water at you just to make you pissed

• after that, you got really pissed him so what better way to get revenge then to go inside innocent zeros castle and steal something of his?

• you almost got caught by famin but you were able to escape in time with a new shiny golden pair of earrings

in conclusion both of you would be very silly together

going back to my fallen angel experiment reader x domian ideas/hc

• Reader definitely does not know how to take care of their wings and often relies on domian to help them out with wing care.

• continuing on with the wings they are extremely sensitive like reader gets extremely startled if somebody touches them without their permission.

• fallen angel reader often accompanies domian when he studies. They always ask questions and always try to learn as much as they can.

• fallen angel readers also illiterate because of the fact that they were never taught how to read or write during their time as an experiment

• domian does eventually teach them how to read and write but it was definitely a learning process

• Reader is also a little bit sleep deprived because of the fact that they’re always alert so one of their safe haven’s is domian room because that’s one of the only times where they can get some proper sleep

• definitely asks domian to cuddle a lot since they like the feeling of being warm all the time

• they both often do study sessions, where it’s basically domian doing his homework and reader looking over his notes to learn about whatever they’re doing in class

That’s all I got for right now and I’m also thinking about changing the way I write hc

im going to post fallen angel experiment reader x domian ideas/hc when I get home :b

Hiii so this account is mainly for me to write about hc/ideas mainly related to the Devil's Quintuplets and to interact with the mashle magic and muscle fandom. I most likely will start writing for other characters farther down the line but this account is mainly for them

Reminder

I have dyslexia so there will be some obvious spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes. I have a habit of putting words inside sentences that aren’t there when I read so that also might be an issue. I will try to prove read most of my works, but I don’t do that all the time  

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most of the walkis students

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smut

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domina blowelive

Fallen angel!reader part 1

Fallen angel!reader part 2

famin

Cat hybrid!reader x famin

carpaccio luo yang

poison loving!reader x carpaccio luo yang

levis rosequartz

triple liner!reader x levis rosequartz

cat hybrid reader x levis rosequartz

mistake God!reader x levis rosequartz

My Ocs

Suki yoshioka

Art of her 1/2

info on her

biological family relationships

Mizuki yoshioka

Art of her 1/

Mary

Art of her 1/

opal

art of her 1/