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Silly Little Love Song

So, I decided to start with the Margarette Macron x Reader because they deserve more attention in the fandom and I absolutely love how this character is portrayed. The title of the fic comes from the song by Wings (I sang it in my head trying to figure out what the actual name of the song was), and if anyone has future suggestions, feel free to let me know! Extra note - Y/D/N stands for "Your Dorm Name" to make things more inclusive!

Summary: The reader has always admired Margarette's piano playing from a distance but does not want to admit this to them. However, Margarette picks up on the reader's glances and tries to get them to open up. Will a love song that reveals the reader's hidden musical talent finally bring the two together?

Warnings: None, if I miss any please let me know!

Y/N's quill traveled smoothly across the page as they finished the last sentence of their notes for potions class. The professor completed the lecture ten minutes ago, but Y/N was in no hurry. They did not have any classes the following period, and potions was the subject that they struggled with the most, so detailed notes were a must if they were going to pass.

"You really shouldn't worry about taking notes, dear Y/N. Haven't you aced the past two exams?"

Y/N looked up and met the soft gaze of the Prefect of Orca dorm, Margarette Macron, their eyes the color of forget me not flowers that Y/N could get lost in if given the chance. Y/N shook their head and closed their notebook. "Oh, hello Margarette, I wish your statement was true, but my grades are more horrendous than some of the freshmen in this year's entrance exam..."

Margarette chuckled at the comment, and Y/N wondered how it was possible for even their voice to sound like the most beautiful serenade. Still, Margarette was a powerful magic user that was in line to be the next Divine Visionary, so how could they possibly be interested in a mediocre magic user from Y/D/N. Margarette leaned on the table and tilted their head, their industrial piercings reflecting the torch light from the room.

"Such a shame that people from Y/D/N put so much pressure on themselves, especially someone as-"

"Hey, Margarette!! Can you show us some of your magic again?!" A cluster of eager freshmen dashed up towards the table like children sprinting to a glass candy display. Each of them had bass clefs or eighth note marks that matched that of musical magic users, so it made sense why they would want to see the famous piano display that Margarette would sometimes show off. Margarette crossed to the front of the room that was free of any tables, and with a wave of their wand, their piano materialized in front of them. As they sat down on the bench, Margarette's fingers gracefully moved over the ivory keys, causing awes and oohs to fall from the dazzled freshmen, and Y/N found themselves equally entranced by the music notes that swiveled and turned among purple ribbons. Margarette, while at one with their music, took every chance they could to glance over at Y/N. Any time they looked, however, Y/N seemed to be preoccupied with their shoes or an imaginary stain on their cloak. The moment Margarette would not be paying attention, Y/N would remain fully focused on their playing or let their focus wander to take in Margarette's makeup that looked perfect in this lighting. Just stop it, Y/N muttered to themselves internally, They would never take a second look at you if some pretty magic user walked through the door right now.

As Margarette finished the last lines of their signature melody, their head shot up in hopes of finally catching Y/N watching their performance, but all they saw was Y/N leaving the room with their head facing the floor. The freshmen crowded Margarette and praised their magical abilities, but their compliments were not enough to prevent a frown of disappointment to appear on the Prefect's face. Once the freshmen left the room, some more quickly than others at the realization that they would be late for their next class, Margarette let out a sigh. Oh Y/N, why do you flee when the spotlight always shines brighter on you in my eyes...

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Y/N's temples throbbed as they tried to study the potions formulas in their dorm room, but none of the numbers or ingredients were adding up. If anything, they created a murky abyss in Y/N's mind that made no sign of clearing any time soon. Y/N rubbed their eyes as they shoved their chair back with a squeak, the annoying sound miniscule compared to the running thoughts that zoomed in their head.

There was only one thing that could help them at this point.

Y/N traveled down the stone hallway, their feet clicking on the slate colored walkway as the remaining tangerine rays of the sun began to dip below the protective walls of the school. They knew that it was risky to leave their dorm this close to dark since students were not allowed to roam the halls, but Y/N needed to find a way to alleviate their stress and doubt. Finally, they reached the music room, a place where magic users who did not specialize in magical spells imbued with lyrical notes could practice. Y/N could feel a weight lift from their shoulders at the sight of the piano in the middle of the room, the familiarity like a comforting hug from a close friend. They sat down on the mahogany bench and drew in a gradual inhale, their fingers positioned on the keys and waiting in anticipation.

The tune that Y/N began to play was a simple one, but it was a melody that they had learned from their childhood. Each note felt like home, and Y/N could feel themselves swaying with the beat of the song. They were so lost in the moment that they did not hear Margarette enter the room.

It was an encounter that happened merely by chance.

Margarette had just finished the first patrol round of the night, and as they began to return back to their dorm room, they heard the sounds of a piano from down the hall. The tune was simple, but the emotion that came from the music caused goosebumps to cover Margarette's arms and curiosity to sparkle in their eyes. Upon entering the room, Margarette half expected to see one of the freshmen from earlier, but seeing Y/N playing the piano with the grace of a dancer made Margarette's heart swell with pride and a surprised gasp to leave their purple tinted lips. "My, my, you never told me you played piano, Y/N."

Y/N jolted at the sound of Margarette's voice, the shock causing them to tip backwards and the bench below them to slide and topple to the floor. Instead of colliding with the jagged and ancient stones below, Y/N felt a pair of arms wrapped securely around them. The same eyes Y/N could feel themselves almost drowning in earlier were now inches from them, only this time, Y/N could not look away. Margarette assisted Y/N back to a standing position before placing the bench back upright. The prefect dusted off the bench and took a seat, patting the space beside them. "While I enjoyed the heavenly melody you were playing, may I show you a new song? It's one that I hoped to play for you one day."

Y/N could feel a blush heating up their cheeks, but to be so close to the person who inspired them so often was an offer they could not refuse. Y/N sat down next to Margarette, their scent a mixture of lavender and musk, which to Y/N's surprise made them feel relaxed and not nervous. Margarette hesitantly reached for Y/N's hand's, but they stopped themselves. "Is it alright for me to show you how to play the song?"

Y/N nodded as they rested their hands in Margarette's palms, their fingers gently intertwining as Margarette placed them on the piano keys. Margarette took things slow and allowed Y/N to sense which keys to press when and what notes would follow next in line, and unlike the usual purple ribbons that surrounded Margarette's music, the musical notes were surrounded by a pinkish hue. Once the tune was complete, Margarette let go of Y/N's hands and their chest rumbled with laughter. "You are a natural, Y/N! You should play more often and share this beauty with the world!" Margarette looked away then as a thought crossed their mind. They rubbed the back of their neck as their pale cheeks appeared more red than normal. "Then again, I would gladly cherish your beauty on my own."

Was Margarette really confessing their feelings right now? Y/N's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but after seeing the brief glimpse of fear enter Margarette's eyes at the potential of being rejected, Y/N knew how to respond. Y/N leaned up and kissed Margarette on the cheek, but they retreated soon after with their arms wrapping tightly around themselves. Despite the cold temperature of the room, Y/N 's embarrassment made it feel like they had been hit by one of Dot's spells. "As long as I can admire your beauty and learn more songs by your side as well, then we have a deal..."

Margarette felt as if someone had just told them that they were the next Divine Visionary, and yet this overwhelming adoration was far greater than such an announcement. Margarette cupped Y/N's chin, their fingers light as they leaned closer. Margarette pressed their lips against Y/N's in a feather light kiss, parting away with a grin wider than before. "I would accept that deal any day, my darling."

Tags: @ansbobcar, @rainee-da, @mayurin17, @thebasicbword, @mashleverse, @xram7x

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The What If that I was not expecting today but thoroughly needed!

SITH! OBI-WAN & ANAKIN SKYWALKER | WHAT IF? STAR WARS BY ME. I always liked the idea of Obi-Wan corrupted by the dark side, so i made this. Star Wars really needs a what if show.

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Okay, so I really want to write a fanfic for Mashle: Magic and Muscles

Specifically, I want to write one of the following x reader's, but I do not know which idea people would enjoy more. None of the fanfic ideas (or requests if people have them) will involve smut because most of the characters are minors. I prefer to stick with more romantic/platonic ideas, and while I have the main ideas listed below, anyone is welcome to make suggestions! I still have three more episodes left of season two and have not read much of the manga yet, so this should be considered as well. Anyway, here are some ideas:

Margarette Macron x Reader where they either write a love song for the reader on the piano, teach the reader how to play piano, or catch the reader playing music after saying they did not know how to play an instrument

Rayne Ames x Reader where the reader makes Rayne a crochet bunny and he carries it around in his cloak pocket

Mash x Reader where the reader is really good at baking and the sweet smells from the kitchen always lure Mash inside

An x reader (not sure which character yet, but leaning more towards Margarette or one of the Divine Visionaries) where the reader has a curse similar to Eda from The Owl House and the character helps to calm them down

If you have any suggestions or which one of these ideas you would prefer, please feel free to reblog or comment on this post!

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Me after a hard day of school work

Mashle: Magic & Muscles S02E09 - Mash Burnedead & the Weighty Revelation [2/2]

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Let me rephrase this, I actually got to the episode where they change it! My bad y’all 😂

Mashle Opening 2 | Creepy Nuts; Bling-Bang-Bang-Born

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While I haven’t watched the dub versions of these episodes fully and in depth (I’m trying to finish the rest of the series in sub currently), I do believe that they try to stick with the they/them pronouns and or don’t use pronouns in certain lines to make sure that Margarette maintains their non-binary identity.

As I said, I could be very wrong on this, but it makes me incredibly happy that there is finally a non-binary character (at least the first that I’ve seen) that the creators have consciously kept as non-binary in the anime adaptation. I mean yes Hange had an ambiguous gender in Attack on Titan, which I adore, but the anime adaptation made them female in the dub (not that this makes Hange less of a character because they are a badass in every form). Also mad props to the English VA for Margarette (they also voiced Yuta in JJK) for literally brining the voice u had for Margarette in my head to life. Anyway, rant over for now!

Can I just say how much I love the fact that the English subtitles used "they" as Margarette's pronouns? It was already confirmed by Koumoto-sensei that Margarette is nonbinary so using "they" is so damn appropriate.

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As a person who listens to this theme numerous times a day, I can say that I appreciate the original. However, if they had put the second version with all the characters in the show I would have died on the spot 😭

Mashle Opening 2 | Creepy Nuts; Bling-Bang-Bang-Born

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Oh it’s me for really, especially when he’s in skrungly mode (not that I don’t mind a beefed up all might either, but I’m team skrungly all the way)

The skrungly is on my mind again im gonna dump a lot of him here

Surprisingly, no new fics! Unless someone wants to give me ideas/inspiration lol

Any other All Might enjoyers…?

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honestly nothing for me will top the energy of BTS photos/videos of horror movie monsters/demons/creatures/etc in full makeup just hanging out… like

energy….

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That's it, that's the whole plot

started watching mashle

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These are too cute!! I have thought about redesigning my page for a while, and I think Mashle is the hyper fixation to go with!

MASHLE

BURNEDEAD

Anime: Mashle Magic and Muscles

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This is so beautiful, precious, and warms my heart completely 🥺

Source of Comfort

A/N: This was written for the request of @angeliana2023 . I really hope that you enjoy it, dear! As requested in this story reader is a Jewish female. The setting is post war and Donny and reader are married. Also in my imagination Donny and Omar never died at the movie theater. Gif is not mine, all credits go to the creator!

Also tagging: @themightyloki @theonetryingtolive @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 @houseofthxrnes (I hope you guys dont mind)

Summary: Donny comforts reader after a nightmare about Hitler. (His name will not be mentioned but he is the cause for the nightmare)

Words: 1217

Warnings: nightmare, distress, allusions to making love in the end

It was aweful.

It was following you.

It was haunting you.

This voice.

His voice.

This aweful voice.

Screaming, ranting, harsh and bitter. No matter what you did, no matter how fast you'd run. It was always right behind you. Or was it in your head already?

Lungs burning.

Feet getting heavy.

Orientation nonexistent.

Still you were driven by this enormous need to get away, keep moving and stay alive. You needed to fight, you wanted to fight. But how would you defeat your enemy all on your own?

So you did the only thing you could and kept running. Should you get caught it will be game over.

Just as this realization struck you completely you tripped and fell. Face first into the ground.

Where impact should have been there was nothing hitting your face as you suddenly shot up from your bed. Heavy breathing showed that the burning in your lungs was very real. The head ache as well. You were rubbing your forehead vigorously as focus seemed to find its way back to you slowly.

When your breathing finally calmed and the sting between your brows got managable you saw yourself sitting in a puddle of blankets, your skin covered in a layer of cold sweat. The room around you was dark and only illuminated by moonlight. Next to you was Donny, sprawled out on the matress, snoring lightly.

This was not the first time. Not the first nightmare that stole your sleep. Knowing the routine by now you were sure you couldn't fall asleep again, and also you didn't want to. The horrors would just continue.

Carefully you made your way out of bed and grabbed a nearby cardigan to shield your goosebumps from the crisp autumn air. Gingerly you sneaked down into the living room. A small lamp on a side table provided just enough light to see and you sat down on the armchair that Donny would usually occupy.

Then you just sat there, staring into nothing as this feeling of dread settled into your chest. The environment wasn't connected to you, the cosy home, that Donny and you had built for yourselves once you got married after the war, temporarily invisible.

Your body was exhausted and longing for some much needed rest but your mind was racing a thousand miles per hour. Just as you were about to spiral into a cycle of fear again you heard shuffling from the hallway.

When you looked up there was Donny in all his sleepy glory and rubbing his eyes with his palms.

"Hey, Doll" Donny mumbled while walking over to you. He did not need to see your worn out features to know what was going on. He already knew and it hurt him. If he could take away your pain he would do so in a heartbeat and without thinking about it. But he couldn't. He could only offer the one thing you needed. Familiar with your routine by now, too, Donny held out his hands, silently waiting for you to take them. Once you did, he pulled you up, plopped himself down onto the armchair and pulled you back down to make you sit sideways across his lap.

Naturally you leaned into him and your head came to rest in the crook of Donny's neck, while his armes circled you protectively. One hand came to hold your waist while the other cradled the back of your head.

"Nightmare?" He asked and gave you a kiss between your brows.

A sudden rush of fresh anxiety came over you and your voice was gone. When you whimpered and nodded your head, Donny only held you tighter.  

"Shhhhh. It's alright, Doll. I got you" The deep rumble from his chest was the first thing that could soothe your emerging tears. Still a sob escaped your throat. Donny held you close against himself and kissed the top of your head. 

"He's gone now" Donny said calmly. "He can't hurt you no more." He knew who's ugly face was haunting you in your sleep. "I killed him myself." Donny added matter of factly and gently rested his chin on your head while you curled up further on his lap.

When you didn't answer he checked in with you again.

"Do you hear me?" He moved gently so he could see your face and put his hand on your cheek to further soothe you with loving swipes of his thumb. 

You finally came back to reality and processed Donny's words as you peered into his eyes. Comforting dark brown orbs greeted you and the first notice of a smirk played around the corner of his mouth. You knew what he was gonna tell you next.

"You know what Omar said, right? He witnessed." Donny smiled. "He said..."

"...Man, you really should have seen Donny turn that motherfucker's face into a piece of Swiss cheese." You both said the words simultaniously sharing a chuckle about your dear Omar and his pure joy for Donny killing your very own worst nightmare.

You could finally release the breath you've been holding since you woke up and take a proper look at Donny. His hair was all over the place and the shadow of his growing beard rather prominent. He looked so darn adorable right then but you knew what he was capable of if the situation called for it.

You had seen Donny use his baseball bat yourself and you again vividly remembered Omar's wide and almost awestruck eyes when he had told you about Donny's deed in the movie theater. In a way that provided you with comfort.

But Donny had - in fact - killed that evil creature that still caused you sleepless nights. He was your hero, savior and protector. Always. That was the best source or comfort you could dream of.

Your nightmare was now pushed away into the back of your mind and a very warm and very real feeling of love and safety took its place.

You began to move around on Donny's lap until you sat down facing him. Both your arms moved around each other and you leaned your forehead against Donny's to then give him a tender kiss.

"Thank you for protecting me" You whispered against his lips and kissed him once more. "Thank you for loving me" Your voice slightly cracked as you held Donny's face with your thumbs stroking his stubbly jaw. "I love you so damn much, Donny"

In response to your words Donny sat up straight and pulled you as close as he could without crushing you. With an earnest look into your eyes and a hushed "I love you, too, Doll" he reconnected your lips to a sweet dance that conveyed all his feelings for you that he would probably never be able to put into words.

When you pulled apart for air Donny decided "I'm gonna take you back to bed"

He held you tight as he got up from his favourite armchair and your legs wrapped around his hips. Both of you knew that you wouldn't be able to fall asleep again so Donny treated you with the proper care only he as your husband could. After the most wholesome skin to skin contact your body and soul were finally at ease again.

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me: Jack is a very common name, it doesn't have to mean anything

my brain: yeah but what if they named him Jack as a reference to the Shining since it's all about his descent into madness and how he's at his final plea for success

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I’m warning you all right now that if this movie comes out in the theater near me (and I’m manifesting that it will) my love for this man is going to be reawakened so fast and I’m here for it

Real footage of me when I saw that photo

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Does anyone know if the Inglorious Basterds fandom is still active or if you guys are still active? It’s possible that I may have missed other followers in this too, but I am falling back in love with this movie again and I’m terrified there won’t be anyone to talk about it with. Please feel free to let me know your thoughts here!

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somebody told me, the killers