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My mashle ocs and their survivor main in forsaken
does forsaken exist in mashle? no but I thought this would still be a fun idea because I’ve been getting into the game a lot recently and I love including my OC in everything <3
Suki
Survivor main: Dusekkar
she has extremely scary accurate aim and the killer’s hate to see her coming with her one month playtime.
knows how to juke perfectly and always wins as survivor.
usually plays on mobile but sometimes on rare occasions she plays on computer
likes dusekkar play style because she enjoys being support but doesn’t want to be nearby the killer so she likes more long range supports
100% uses the love shot skin.
Mizuki
main survivor: Elliot
isn’t chronically online and like her other sister and completely plays just for fun.
she isn’t horrible at the game, but she isn’t a perfect master at it either. she likes playing support and healing other people so that’s why she picked elliot
Sometimes she can have the most godly, accurate aim, and other times she can literally throw the pizza at the killer and the person who is getting chased just looks at her and she looks back and they just keep on doing that for a little while.
She’s kind of shit at lms(last Man standing) especially since she mains elliot but when need to she can clutch.
her favorite skin to use as is friend especially since she likes to match her killer with her survivor skin.
The 4th child
Survivor main: noob
just like Suki this girl is chronically online and literally only parties and plays video games.
never leave this girl for lms you’re gonna regret it so badly. probably has 3 months of playtime.
Quite literally emotes the entire round, and only runs away when the killer catches or spots her and does not help her teammates at all like does zero generators or anything
people probably have typed in the chat “keys” and she just says “it’s just a game my guy” she acts so nonchalant about it.
abuse the fuck out of that noob party skin.
3rd child
Survivor main: 007n7
is actually so ass at the game is not even funny anymore.
if your a survivor never leave this girl for lms and if you’re the killer, leave her for her lms
only has like three hours of game time because she actually has life
only plays this game when the third child or Suki come over and ask to play
2nd child
Survivor main: two time
is literally the definition of those annoying two time means who somehow always successfully backstabbed you every single time.
definition of a rage batiter she will literally emote in front of the killer and when she starts getting chased she will pull the most insane joking methods.
uses that stupid kitty cat two times skin
never leave this girl for lms trust me you’re gonna regret it really bad badly
after she wins a survivor she types “LLLLL” in chat
1st child
Survivor main: guest 1337
supports love to see this girl coming online once in a blue moon. she will literally body block any attack no matter what HP she is on just to protect her support
Isn’t bad nor good at the game and just like Mizuki she mainly only plays for fun once in a while
she isn’t really bad at lms she has around an even number when it comes to loses and wins for it.
also really only plays when her sisters come and ask her to join them
uses the molly skin
can you write some head cannons about Sophina x fem reader? Please and thank you :D 
Sophina x Reader HC
Summary: Your bond is one of silent defiance: quiet glances in public, hidden smiles, hands brushing under the table, a home filled with unspoken love in a world that doesn’t understand it.
Author's notes: I hope that the anime gives her more screen time than the manga.
Warnings: Conservative society(?)
In a society where magical bloodlines and traditions are everything, relationships that don't fit the mold aren’t quietly ignored.
Sophina and you, despite being in a committed relationship, are officially listed as "roommates" even after graduation - both for appearances and protection.
Easton Academy
- You met Sophina at Easton Academy after being assigned as her roommate. It was purely random and you were terrified. Her reputation preceded her.
- Sophina was a prodigy: elegant, composed, top of every class. You? Barely passing. You had heart but lacked the finesse the magic school demanded.
- She was annoyed at first. You cluttered her side of the room with notes, forgot enchantment rules, and once exploded a potion. But instead of requesting a new roommate, she tutored you.
- Her reasoning? "I don’t want to waste time adjusting to someone else." But secretly, she found your sincerity… refreshing.
- Nights spent studying became moments filled with warmth. She’d make sarcastic remarks, and you’d shoot back with clumsy jokes that made her actually laugh- a rare sound.
- You kissed for the first time after she won the Divine Visionary exams. She said it was “a moment of weakness.”
- ….but she never stopped kissing you after :)
Post-Easton Academy
- You both moved in together under the guise of "sharing rent" in the capital.
- Sophina is a rising star in the Bureau of Magic, while you took on a smaller role- like maybe working with magical creatures or tutoring kids with low magic potential.
- She keeps her public image flawless. In private, she lets her guard down. She hums while brushing her hair, reads next to you, and always leaves the window open so your cat can jump in.
- You often wake up before her and watch her sleep, her usually stern face so soft and peaceful.
- She always drinks her coffee black-until one day you gave her a sweetened one by mistake. She complained… but drank it anyway. Now she always asks you to “make it how you do it.”
- You still call each other ‘roommate’ around others. But when she hands you your lunch before work, she slips in a note: "In a world full of scorcery, you're the only truth I trust.”
- You kept every note. They're hidden in a worn-out book she once gave you-The Fundamentals of Enchantment - with a smiley face drawn inside the cover.
- That was the first book she used to tutor you.
The Knowledge Cane
- She's constantly surrounded by nobles, warlocks, and the press-many of whom wouldn't hesitate to condemn your relationship if they knew.
- She handles it all with poise, but you see the toll it takes: the way her jaw clenches when they bring up "preserving tradition," or how she avoids eye contact during formal events.
- One evening, she comes home late, the moonlight catching the shimmer of her official robes. You're waiting with tea.
- She sinks into the chair beside you, exhaustion taking over her face. "They said love makes you weak," she mutters. "But all this time, loving you is the only thing that's made me stronger."
- Sometimes, you help her organize her endless research and reports-your handwriting is neater, anyway. She pretends to be annoyed when you doodle hearts in the margins... but never erases them.
- During a rare public address, Sophina is asked what inspires her dedication to knowledge. She pauses, then replies: "Because knowledge leads to truth. And truth should never have to hide." You lock eyes with her across the crowd. She doesn't smile-she never does in public
- but her fingers subtly tap a rhythm on the podium; the code you two made up for "I love you."
⛥ ⛥ ⛥
Spoiler Alert: Once Mash defeats Innocent Zero and society starts accepting magic-less people, You and Sophina come out as lovers :)
and Yes! The other divine visionaries had a bet whether you were dating or were just ‘rommates’. Kaldo, Ryoh, Tsurara & Agito won the bet. Rayne, Renatus, and Orter lost.
Orter just crossed his arm and said he never participated in such ‘childish games’. Which is partially true, however, Ryoh got his opinion on the relationship one day; and ever since that was considered his participation. We all know Ryoh can be very persuasive.
(WIP) some art of the 5th child Mizuki :D going to post her character profile later :b
Im gonna say this because its how I see it
If you are interested in someone's art, writing and or original characters and stories. For the love of all that is good tell them!!
Ask questions about them, talk to them. Believe me it makes a difference.
You showing that you are interested and want to know more will show them that people are interested and like their work. It will give them motivation to post more and continue with it!!!
If they think that no one is interested they will eventually stop posting about it and will make them sad.
Take it from me because this how I think
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.
🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.
Dear humanity,
Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉
Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.
Please Donate now:👇
https://www.gofundme.com/f/join-us-in-our-struggle-save-our-family-from-war-in-gaza
if you can please donate
So Long, Madl
Orter Madl x Reader
Summary: You smiled through it all. Through the endless sea of expectations. You wore the mask so well they almost believed it. Sometimes, you almost believed it too. Until one day you realized: You could wait forever, and he would never fight for you the way you deserved. And he wouldn’t notice until you were already gone.
Author’s Notes: This can be read as a stand alone fic or as Part 2. This Fic is inspired by So Long, London by TS.
Warning: Angst. One Sided Love. No comfort ig.
—⛥— Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away —⛥—
The ballroom hums with laughter, clinking glasses, whispered rumors. You can feel every stare digging into your skin. Of course, you are the engaged to a Divine Visionary. and a Divine Visionary is basically the highest honor a magic user can receive in the Magic Realm.
Across the room, Orter is standing stiffly near the marble columns, speaking to a foreign diplomat. The crowd parts like waves for him. Always for him.
You reach for his arm, fingers brushing the stiff fabric of his uniform jacket. You heart pounded so much it felt like it would burst any second.
"Orter," you say softly, smiling like the cameras are already on you. "They're starting the speeches soon. We should-", His eyes flick to you, sharp and cool. “…go.”
For a second, your thinking he might shrug you off. Instead, he nods once and lets you loop your arm through his. Clinging on him tighter than you should, pulling him closer, tucking yourself against his side as the photographers snap their pictures.
He doesn't pull away
….but he doesn't lean into you either.
“Smile," you whisper through your teeth, smiling so wide it hurts. "Just for a moment." He bares his teeth in something that might pass for a smile.
The hollow space between your bodies feels like a second skin. As the crowd applauds the hosts, you clap along, still holding on to him. You're afraid if you let go, he'll drift away again - disappear into his own private, unreachable world.
And when he turns his head slightly - to check the time, to study the exits, to think of everything but you.
—
Later, when you look at the photos splashed across the papers, it almost looks real. The perfect couple. The shining future. Wondering if anyone else notices the way you pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away…
—⛥— My spine split from carrying us up the hill —⛥—
The Madl estate stood against the evening sky like a wound stitched into the land, its black stone towers casting long, cold shadows across the gravel drive.
You adjusted your grip on the small gift box in your hands - an offering for Orter's mother, a meaningless token wrapped in gold foil and good intentions. Having spent hours choosing it, hoping it was enough.
The butler barely glanced at you as he opens the heavy door. Inside, the house was a symphony of low conversations and clinking lasses. You smoothed the front of your outfit and stepped inside anyway, feeling the weight of a thousand expectations settle over your shoulders like a mantle you never asked to wear.
Across the room, Orter stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, his face half-lit by the flames. He didn't move toward you. He didn't even smile.
Still, you crossed the room to him, every step measured, every breath counted. “Hello," you said, your voice soft but clear, offering him everything you had in one word. He gave you a nod, nothing more.
The silence stretched thin between you, and so you filled it the only way you knew how - by pretending it wasn't there.
You turned to his mother, who was already watching with the kind of tight-lipped disapproval she reserved for outsiders and disappointments. Extending the gift with both hands and a carefully rehearsed smile, “Thank you for hosting us," you said. "I thought this might suit your collection."
She took the box as though it might burn her fingers. “A thoughtful gesture," Her voice held no warmth.
You swallowed the ache rising in your throat and forced yourself to stand straighter. The evening blurred into a performance. You moved through the small family gathering, accepting wine you didn't want, laughing at jokes that weren't funny, answering question after question about the upcoming wedding, the future you were supposed to build brick by brick.
Orter stayed at your side, but only in the physical sense. He spoke when directly addressed, but otherwise he was a ghost, haunting the edges of the conversation, offering you no support, no reassurance.
It was you who smiled. Who reassured the family that yes, the guest list was progressing, and yes, the alliances would be honored, and yes, the heirs would come.
It was you who carried the heavy history of two powerful families on your back while he stood silent, letting you bear it alone.
You caught his eye once, across the rim of your glass. Begging, in a way you hadn't meant to.
Please. Help me. Please.
However, Orter's gaze slid away before it could meet yours. The humiliation was sharp and immediate, a crack splitting down your spine. You thought you might be sick.
—
Later, much later, when the guests had dispersed into smaller circles and the halls grew quieter, you found him outside on the balcony. The night air was sharp and smelled faintly of woodsmoke and frost.
Orter leaned against the stone balustrade, his head tilted back to stare at the stars. He looked beautiful in a way that hurt - all clean lines and cold detachment, as unreachable as the sky he was studying.
You stepped into the cold beside him, wrapping your arms around yourself to stave off the chill.
"I tried," your words were barely a whisper ripped raw from somewhere deep inside you. “I tried so hard to make tonight perfect."
Orter didn’t move. Only a small shift in the set of his jaw betrayed that he had even heard you.
You waited, willing him to close the space between you, to offer something, anything.
But Orter said nothing.
The silence settled between you, thicker than the night air. Turning away first, because if you stayed, you might start crying, and you knew better than to cry in front of him.
Not because he would be cruel - cruelty required engagement; but because you thought he simply wouldn't notice.
Grippind the railing until your fingers ached. In that moment, you realized something you had refused to believe for far too long:
‘How much sad does Orter thinks i have in me?’
—⛥— My friends said it isn't right to be scared —⛥—
The café smelled like burnt coffee and something sickeningly sweet - probably the jar of honey Kaldo had pull out the second you sat down.
You stared into your untouched tea while he scooped a glob of golden syrup into his cup without shame, stirring it lazily.
"You're going to give yourself a sugar coma," you murmured, voice thin with exhaustion.
Kaldo shrugged, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth. “At least I'll die doing what I love," he said and tastes his drink before stirring the sweet substance in it again.
You huffed a small laugh, and for a moment, it almost masked the heaviness curling tight in your chest.
Almost.
Kaldo's golden eyes flicked up from his mug, sharp and assessing, despite the lazy air he wore like a cloak. He didn't say anything - he just waited, letting the silence stretch until the words inside you started to crack open on their own.
"It's Orter," you said finally, your fingers tightening around your tea. "I... I don't think he wants this. Us. Me."
Kaldo gave a low hum, somewhere between thoughtful and unimpressed. He set his spoon down with a soft clink and leaned back in his chair, one arm slung casually over the backrest. “What happened?" he asked, though you got the sense he already knew.
Staring down at your lap, you swallowed the next words nearly splintering on your tongue. “I'm scared, Kaldo. Every day, I'm scared. Scared that if I let go for even a second, everything will fall apart - that he'll decide it's easier without me."
Kaldo was quiet for a beat, tapping one finger against the side of his mug. Then he spoke, voice dry as sand:
"Sounds exhausting," he said. "And mind you, I can't even be bothered to hold a conversation with someone if they put less effort in than my breakfast toast."
You let out a startled bark of laughter - too loud, too raw - and then immediately pressed a hand to your mouth, embarrassed.
Kaldo just grinned, the expression crooked and lopsided.
"I'm serious," he said. "Relationships aren't meant to be some one-person marathon. You're not supposed to be the only one dragging both of you up the mountain. If you are..." He shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. “Maybe you need to ask why the hell you're climbing with someone who'd rather let you break your damn back than lift a finger."
You stared at him, wide-eyed.
Kaldo leaned forward then, resting his elbows on the table, voice dropping low and steady. “You're not a burden," he said. "You're not disposable. And you sure as hell shouldn't be scared every time you breathe next to some & who's supposed to love you."
The tears prickled at the edges of your vision, hot and shameful. You blinked them away, but Kaldo noticed. He didn't make a big deal of it - didn't reach out dramatically or speak softer like you were made of glass.
Instead, he shoved the jar of honey toward you with a sly little tilt of his head. “Here," he said. "Sweeten your tea before you drown yourself in it."
It was ridiculous.
It was perfect.
You choked out a laugh that turned into a sob halfway through, and Kaldo just leaned back again, letting you fall apart quietly, the way real friends did.
Outside, the rain blurred the world into watercolor gray. Inside, for the first time in a long while, you felt something almost like hope.
Maybe you were allowed to want more. Maybe you deserved someone who would meet you halfway - who would love you without you having to bleed yourself dry for it. Maybe it wasn't too late to save yourself.
—⛥— Two Graves, One Gun. —⛥—
The study was warm with the golden light of a low-burning lamp, the scent of old parchment and ink thick in the air.
Outside, the world was slipping into evening, shadows stretching long and thin across the grounds. You stood near the window, one hand pressed flat against the cool glass, heart hammering painfully in your chest.
You couldn't keep doing this - couldn't keep carrying all the weight alone. Kaldo's words had rooted deep inside you over the past few days, stubborn and persistent.
You found Orter seated at his desk, shoulders hunched as he scribbled notes onto a scroll, utterly consumed by whatever latest obligation demanded his time.
It would be so easy to let it go again. To sink back into silence, to pretend you didn't feel yourself slipping further away…But something in you rebelled. Something small and fierce that still remembered what it was like to be chosen.
You crossed the room before you could lose your nerve, standing just beside his desk.”Orter," you said, voice quieter than you intended.
He looked up almost absently, his quill stilling in his hand.
You twisted your fingers together in front of you, a nervous, childish gesture you hated but couldn't seem to stop, “Can we talk?" you asked, forcing your voice to steady.
He regarded you for a moment, then set the quill down neatly beside the scroll. “Of course," he said, with that calm, measured tone that always made you feel small.
You drew a slow breath, the words nearly choking you on the way out.
"Do you love me?"
The question hung there between you, fragile and breakable as spun glass.
Orter's face didn't change immediately. He sat back in his chair, studying you with that same sharp, unreadable gaze he wore during council meetings.
The silence stretched on so long you thought you might shatter from the weight of it.
Finally, he spoke, voice careful. "I prefer your presence over anyone else's…", he said. "I suppose I- ….. value you."
You froze, the words sinking in like stones.
Not an I love you.
It wasn't the same. It would never be the same. You pressed your nails into your palms, desperate to anchor yourself. Still - he seemed to sense something faltering in you, because he added, almost awkwardly, "I know I haven't... demonstrated it well. i’ll try. I promise."
The breath you'd been holding escaped in a ragged exhale.
Maybe it wasn't everything you needed. Maybe it wasn't everything you deserve.
But it was something.
You nodded, your smile brittle at the edges.
"Okay," you whispered. "Thank you." And for a moment, you allowed yourself to believe it could be enough.
—
The next few days were different. In small, tender ways, Orter tried. He lingered in conversations a little longer, asked you about your day without his eyes drifting back to his work. He brushed your hand in passing once, a fleeting, almost shy gesture that left your heart stumbling in your chest.
You walked together through the gardens one evening, and he slowed his pace to match yours - no longer striding ahead like he always had.
He even laughed, once, a low sound so rare you turned your head just to be sure it was real. There were nights where he sat beside you in the sitting room, a book in his hands, your knee brushing his under the small coffee table.
And when you leaned your head against his shoulder, he didn't pull away.
For the first time in what felt like forever, you dared to hope. Maybe this was what healing looked like. Slow. Imperfect, But real.
Maybe, if you just held on a little longer, you would find your way back to each other. You smiled more, You spoke without second-guessing every word.
But hope is a delicate, breakable thing.
It started small.
A missed dinner, a hurried excuse, papers left scattered across the sitting room where he was supposed to be meeting you. Apologies spoken with a distracted kiss to your forehead and a promise that "next time" would be different.
It never was.
The dinners faded. The garden walks ceased. The gap between you widened again, a slow, inevitable drift that no amount of smiling or hoping could bridge.
You found yourself sitting by the window one evening, cradling a mug of tea grown long cold, staring out into the rain-streaked darkness.
Waiting. Always waiting.
The front doors opened somewhere down the hall - Orter, late from yet another meeting, another duty that took precedence over the promises he'd made to you. You didn't rise to greet him. You didn't even turn your head. The tea in your hands was cold and the room as well. And in the silent ache growing inside your chest, you understood:
You could wait forever, and he would never fight for you the way you deserved.
—⛥— A moment of warm sun, but I’m not the one —⛥—
You didn't leave in the dead of night. You left in the golden hush of morning, when the manor was still heavy with sleep and the gardens were drenched in silver mist.
There were no angry words. No slammed doors. No final confessions to rip apart what little was left. You simply walked away leaving a small, but intimate, letter behind.
“My knuckles turn white from how tight my grip was; holding on to your quiet resentment. Every breath felt like I was inhaling the rarest air because I didn’t even know if you ever wanted to be there. I searched for clues hoping to find any that indicated that you loved me - so I’ll break off this engagement before I die on that altar waiting for that proof. So Long, Madl.
Yours Truly, Y/N”
You folded it neatly and placed it on the small table by the front door, beside the vase of withering flowers he hadn't noticed dying. Then you slipped through the gates, your feet light, your heart heavy, the cold morning air biting at your cheeks like tiny knives.
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The first days in your new home were strange and hollow. The cottage was small - barely two rooms and a crooked porch - but it was yours. There were no marble halls, no stiff family portraits watching your every move, no endless parade of duties tightening around your throat.
For the first time in years, you could breathe without counting each breath. You painted the walls a soft shade of blue. You opened all the windows and let the wild air in. You slept with your hair in its natural state, your arms sprawled across the bed, unafraid of taking up too much space.
Slowly, you began getting color back into your face - the shadows under your eyes fading, the tightness in your chest loosening, the laughter returning in small, uncertain bursts.
And yet,
Some nights, when the world fell silent and the fire burned low in the hearth, you found yourself thinking about him. About the life you almost had. About the boy you once believed could love you, if only you were good enough, strong enough, patient enough.
You thought about the gardens where you used to walk side-by-side, your fingertips brushing. About the river where he once tucked a strand of hair behind your ear without thinking, a rare, thoughtless tenderness you had clung to like a lifeline.
You thought about the way he said he would try - and how, for a few cruel days, you had dared to believe him.
It made you mad as hell.
Because you had loved that place.
Loved him.
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Epilogue
One afternoon, in the midst of cleaning, you found it. A book. Nestled between the yellowed sheets lies a single pressed flower and few grains of sand tumble loose, catching the light like tiny shards of memory. The flower, fragile and carefully preserved, and the sand, coarse and wind-worn, speak of a place far away-long buried in time but never truly forgotten.
The breath hitched painfully in your chest. You hadn't packed that book. You hadn't even realized it was missing. There was no note. No signature. But you knew that he had found the book.
Orter had placed the flower there, slipped it into your things without a word. It wasn't a grand gesture. It wasn't enough to change anything. But it was something.
Proof that somewhere, in the shadowed corridors of his heart, a part of him still reached for you - still missed what he had broken.
Closing the book gently, pressing your palm to the cover. You didn't cry. You simply stood there, in the soft golden light of your new home, feeling the quiet ache of what could have been.
And then set the book down on the windowsill, where the sun could reach it.
And you kept moving forward, Because love wasn't supposed to feel like surviving. It was supposed to feel like living.
And you - finally - were ready to live.
Yall how do you think magical girls in mashle would work? 
I’ve been wanting to make a fanfic centered around a magical girl reader x levis but I’m having trouble on how magical girls would actually work in mashle (also the concepts and ideas of the magic girls are mainly based off Madoka Magica)
I was thinking that when you made a wish, and you were giving powers to defeat the witches, it would grant you a new type of personal magic that you can only use in your magical girl state you could still try to use your first personal magic the one that you already had before becoming a magic girl, but it would be very less effective like %100 less effective than you using your magical girl state. do you guys think that makes sense or would I have to change something on how the powers would work?
and I’m thinking the main reason why your normal magic wouldn’t work against a which is because of the fact that you aren’t trying to understand their pain and suffering. Being a magical girl is stealing your fate for having a life of pain and sacrifice. going against a witch in your magical girl form with the powers that you were given is kind of bittersweet. You’re going against something that you will most likely eventually become in the future and you can’t really do anything to change your fate anymore. I just like the idea of you apologizing to a witch right before dealing a final blow. It’s bittersweet because you put them out of their pain and suffering as witches, but the only way you can do that is by killing them. 
feedback would be very appreciated :D
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…
Here’s a silly little art dump of some of my oc and mashle ocs :D
I have devastating news. I’m Musab Ahmed, and for no clear reason, GoFundMe disabled the contact that was responsible for receiving and transferring the funds from my campaign to me, starting April 21st, 2025. Even though I had raised 24% of my goal, I was unable to access any of the money I worked so hard to collect. We tried reaching out to them multiple times, but they haven’t responded, and now I’ve been forced to start over from scratch.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I nearly had a heart attack from the shock and stress — especially after all the hope and effort I poured into that campaign.
Here is the link to my new fundraiser. Please, if you can donate or even just share it, your support would mean the world to me. I urgently need the funds, as I still haven’t been able to undergo the second surgery for my shoulder, and things are getting harder by the day.
I’ve been verified by @gazavetters
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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
💖 What You Can Do
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
✨ Why It All Matters
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
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With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Vetted by @gazavetters
Hiii do you have any hc for levis rosequartz? Please and thank you :3-MFK
oh boy not another character we don’t have much on 🥲 jk I actually didn’t think much of him at first but this twitter artist really made me fall in love with the Rosequartz twins despite them not having much screen time (also a fan of Lovie/Charles because good god that person is phenomenal at drawing). Everyone should totally stop reading this and go look up tetota_tettou on twitter (they don’t do mashle art anymore unfortunately but their past fancomics are worth a million read 🥹🥹)
Levis will be the next bureau chief to replace his dad after graduating as a formal “handover to the next generation” since citizens lost trust in the prev administration after innozero
he’d poach wirth from another department from time to time to help him out with the paperwork
whichever school Lovie choose to go to after he gets better will be under ungodly scrutiny but if they pass the inspection there’ll be an unfathomable amt of grant money pouring in, especially for the gardening club
he’d be the go-to meeting spot for the former walkis group
his favorite food is beef steak, which relies on the quality of beef so he might be a beef connoisseur to match with the bonbon rich boy image
his hobby is making connections so I can imagine him picking a nice spot in an expensive cafe on the third floor of the student promenade and people watch who to scam next while enjoying some stupidly expensive steak
many attempts were made to subtly undermin Domina’s authority in walkis (better grades, friends, connections,…) but to Domina such things are useless so he ignored it. Levis was mad for days because the things he always used to lord over others have no effects on Domina
sometimes he would shove both charles and lance together on the same mission and watch the chaos he helped caused
since he once laughed at kenny’s bad puns I headcanon he love to be surprised by the unexpected. One time Orter would say “my younger brother and I are getting along well these days” and Levis would die laughing before someone pointed out that no, Orter wasn’t making a self-deprecating joke
Hecatrice will have a pudding ban backed by the gravity cane effective the moment Levis become bureau chief. One of the inmate might be plotting rebellion soon
I FINALLY CAME UP WITH DESIGNS FOR THE FIRST AND SECOND OLDEST
(also I don’t think I’ll be writing any fanfic for this week and maybe next week because ela testing is making me burn out for reading and writing srry yall :c)
first oldest (chibi version)
Second oldest (chibi version and her in her aerial outfit)
names will come very soon eventually…..
cell is incapable of NOT being a diva and honestly hell yeah
Orter Madl X Reader - My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toy.
Sypnosis: Tied to Orter Madl by an arranged engagement, you fight for a love he won't give. As he prioritizes duty over affection, you slowly break beneath the weight of silence—after all, you are the Queen of Sand Castles he destroys.
Fic Count: 0.7K
Warnings: Angst - No comfort.
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They say love is sacrifice.
But no one told you sacrifice would mean vanishing slowly, piece by piece, in someone else's shadow.
You were fifteen when you first met Orter Madl. He was cold even then - brilliant, composed, already more soldier than boy. But you, bright-eyed and soft-hearted, thought maybe you could reach him. Maybe, if you were good enough, quiet enough, strong enough, he'd open the gates and let you in.
You were wrong.
You're still trying to be enough. Still falling short.
He's your fiancé now. Not by choice, not really. Your family smiled across a mahogany table while shaking hands with his. The engagement was inked in political ink and sealed with centuries of tradition. You were told it was a blessing.
But blessings don't bleed like this.
You make him tea when his hands shake from overusing his magic. He thanks you, but doesn't look up. You sit beside him on the couch, but he leans forward, elbows on knees, always thinking of somewhere else.
You learn to live in the quiet spaces between his ambitions. He isn't cruel. He's just distant... And somehow, that's worse.
You wonder if it would hurt less if he hated you - at least then you'd be something. But instead, you are nothing in his everything. A ring on his finger, a name in his mouth when it's required. A ghost with a heartbeat
Tonight, you stand at the window, watching the moon light the empty garden he never walks with you through. The tea in your hands has gone cold. You think of how hard you've tried. How many times you smiled through silence. How often you cried where he wouldn't see.
You think, 'Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me.’
You whisper it like a promise to yourself, 'Just say when I play again.' But the game has long since ended.
And all you're left with is the memory of a dream you swore was real.
He was my best friend
At least, in your head he was. In all the quiet fantasies you built when he stood close enough to imagine warmth. You think of that one rare day in the sandlot of the estate gardens-before duty choked out his boyhood. He smiled then, maybe. Or maybe your memory rewrote it to keep you alive.
Down in the sandlot, you laughed. You called his name and he turned like it meant something. He didn't smile, but he stayed. And you clung to that.
You close your eyes.
You are tired of loving someone who only reaches for you when the world is crumbling-who only breaks the things he secretly loves, because control is safer than connection.
You are tired of being a favorite toy.
Used and precious in theory.
And maybe, one day, when you're gone, when you're whole again, he'll remember the person who tried.
Maybe then, he'll miss you.
But by then, you'll be dust on the wind.
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Author's note:
Hi there! This is my first fic on this blog. I notice the lack of fics there are for Orter so I might make more since I have a few ideas saved in my drafts. Normally my fics are inspired by songs cause I tend to have writer blocks in case you notice a pattern with them. I am also thinking about making an extended version, but feel free to let me know if anyone is interested.
ok I’m really bored and I’ve been wanting to talk about Suki’s relationships, and opinions on her biological family
Oh yeah, I didn’t get this part of her lore yet but Suki does have a biological mother and biological siblings. I’m gonna be talking about them. I’m not revealing any names yet (I haven’t came up with any names yet…) but i’ll be going over the basis of the ideas/concepts for her siblings
So suki surprisingly actually does have a really good relationship with most of her biological family members. she is the youngest of her family (in total, including her there is 6 sisters)
• suki has a really good relationship with her older sister, and she tries to visit as often as she can. she usually talks about what she’s studying in school and they also gossip about what’s going on in her school life and what’s going on in her older sister‘s life. she also resembles her older sister a little bit since they both have a similar eye shape. They also kind of have similar hair, but her older sister’s hair is much more of a light gray then white. (her older sister does dye her hair dark purple though.)

• moving onto her relationship with her second oldest sister they’re not really on bad terms, but they don’t speak to each other. she also admires her second older sister, and really admire her dancing (she’s a ballerina and aerial dancer) she personally thinks that her second oldest sister has the most graceful fighting style out of all of them and personally enjoys watching her fight. her second older sister also really likes to tease suki almost all the time. it’s all harmless though, and she makes sure not to push suki buttons too much. They also both have white hair and both like to put it usually in some sort of ponytail (Suki put it as a side ponytail.)
• for the third eldest, they don’t really have that much of a relationship. since the third eldest has always mainly engrossed in her studies(she’s a doctor and apothecary) she usually only visits her third eldest sister when she wants medicine or is feeling ill. during these times when she does visit, they usually have tea and just talk about random things in their life. something interesting though is that a lot of Suki’s interest and hobbies come from her third older sister. so sometimes during these little tea parties, they just start talking about each other’s trials and experiments and results of said experiments 
• for the fourth eldest their relationship is not the best to say the least. The fourth elder has a very much party mentality and to top it all of she loves to steal things. because of this, the too often get into arguments. It’s never really that serious but it’s still an argument and she usually gives her sister the cold shoulder after. they usually make up after but the problem is that this cycle repeats over and over again. Believe it or not though the fourth sister is actually somewhat her tutor. if she’s having trouble on a hard subject, her sister just randomly pops out of nowhere and helps her out (she doesn’t know why this happens and in her sister’s words “it’s a six sense to know when you need my help”). overall, they kind of hate each other, but her sister will always be there to help her out :D
• going on to her last relationship with her fifth sister. The two are actually very close as they were both created around the same year. they basically spent their whole childhood together. they did get adopted by the same family, but they weren’t able to spend as much time as they used to because they both go to different different schools since her sister decided that she wanted to enroll in walkis. they do still try to talk to each other often and attempt to hang out in person at least once a month.
• now finally suki’s relationship with her biological mother/creator. their relationship is basically nonexistent and extremely sour. her mother to say the very least was an extremely abusive woman towards all of her children. she saw them more as lab rats than anything else. should perform psychological emotional and physical experiments and tests on them. around this time she hated her mother/creator. eventually, her mother did die from unknown causes and the first child stepped up in the family and started working different jobs. mostly everybody in her family was an adult except her and the fifth eldest. since currently her older sister couldn’t provide for all of them she decided to go ahead and send off the two youngest to an orphanage, as already stated to hopefully finds a better life. Even now suki still hates her mother to her core(rightfully so). if anything, she mainly views her oldest sister as more of a mother figure than anything else.
(also if you haven’t noticed her sisters are somewhat based off of the Devil's Quintuplets.)
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.
finally explaining my OC I’ll eventually explain her personal magic soon enough(give me two more months….)
Name: Suki yoshioka
nickname/other name: “Doll” “who?” “flower girl”
sex: female
age: 16
birthday: May 6th
blood type: AB+
height: 162.56 cm
occupation: 1st Year Student at Easton Magic Academy
House: orca
Dominant Hand: Right
Good Subject: magic history
Bad Subjects: isn’t bad at any subject, but her least favorite one is magic mathematics
Hobbies: looking for herbs, collecting flowers, and reading information about different plants, herbs and flowers, experimenting on herself, and learning different types of makeup styles 
Favourite Food: raspberries
Favourite Word: redspider lilies
Favourite type of the opposite sex: “Oh well somebody who’s intelligent and respectful.”
Dislikes: betrayal, ignorant people who refuse to learn and understand,
Frequently visited school spot: school library, kitchen dormitory
personality: A quiet girl who often studies in the school library. though she’s quiet she is extremely kind hearted and often helps other tutors other students in all different types of subjects. her origins generally remain a mystery. Some students knows that she was adopted by a noble family, most likely to keep up with appearances and started eastern soon after. she earned the nickname doll because of one student accidentally mistaking her as an extremely lifelike doll because of a new make up style that she was practicing on. Even though she’s very intelligent, students forget about her because of the fact that she tends to mind her own business most of the time.
appearance:
another little sketch of my oc who finally has a name
Meet my lovely mashle OC Suki yoshioka!!!
A post information about her probably tomorrow :b
(her mark is a little bit messed up but that’s ok…)
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.
I vote that your writing continues to be:
self indulgent
cringe
weird
bizarre
long
short
sappy
only for your eyes
obnoxious
You're allowed to have your own voice. You're allowed to write something only you want to read. Seize the freedom you were never given in your 8th grade English class!
Domina, my sweet, sweet baby. Even though I know you won't love me in real life and even if I did reincarnate in Mashle. Know that I love you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY デリザスタ‼️ Love to hate you, hate to love you. <3
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 :/) 
Chiikawa Domina bc why not
