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I'll be gone for a year, this means I won't be on my socials now. Please tell Emy that I got sentenced to more prison time and they confiscated my phone. Thank you.

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I'm literally praying for more Yandere Mash 🙏🙏 ALSO UR WRITING IS SO AMAZING

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Yandere!Mash x Reader

Magic lights sparkled in the air, laughter and cheers echoed through the grand halls of Easton Magic Academy. Everyone was celebrating the victory—the defeat of Innocent Zero, the peace that had finally settled over their world. Among them, you were just another student, a face in the crowd enjoying the atmosphere.

You weren’t part of Mash Burnedead’s close-knit friend group, but you’d seen him around. He was the so-called "hero," the one who defied everything and saved everyone. But right now, you weren’t thinking about that. You just wanted some air.

Unfortunately, your attempt to sneak onto the balcony for some peace didn’t go as planned. A misstep, and suddenly, you were plummeting from the second floor.

Your heart leaped to your throat. You barely had time to brace yourself when strong arms caught you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing at all.

“Careful.”

You looked up to see Mash Burnedead staring at you.

“I—oh my god—thank you.” you stammered, your hands gripping his arms instinctively.

Mash didn’t let go right away. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he gently set you on your feet. “You’re welcome.”

You dusted yourself off, trying to ignore the way your heart was still racing. Mash, meanwhile, was already turning away, sneaking toward the exit.

“You’re leaving?” you asked, surprised.

“Yeah.”

For some reason, you found yourself following him. “Mind if I join you for a bit?”

Mash glanced at you, then nodded. And so, you walked together, the sounds of the party fading behind you.

For someone everyone called a hero, Mash was… surprisingly normal. He wasn’t arrogant or overly serious. He just liked cream puffs, quiet places, and working out. You found yourself laughing at his dry humor, at how he casually talked about things like muscles being the answer to everything.

“Mash! There you are!”

You turned to see his friends approaching—Lance, Dot, Finn, and Lemon. Their eyes flickered between the two of you, curious.

You took that as your cue. “Well, I should get back to my friends. Thanks again.”

“See you.”

That night had been a strange one, but after the party, you didn’t see much of Mash Burnedead. Not in any meaningful way, at least.

Of course, you’d catch glimpses—him standing at a distance when you passed by, his eyes tracking your movements with that same unreadable stare. A few times, he made small attempts to approach you, casual and unassuming. A greeting in the hallway, a question about class, a quiet offer of a cream puff when he happened to have extra.

But more often than not, your friends would pull you away before you could respond.

“You shouldn’t talk to him” they’d say. “Just because he saved us all doesn’t mean he belongs here.”

It was an ugly truth, but magic ruled this world. And Mash, for all his strength and miracles, had none. Some people tolerated him now, respected him even. But others—like your friends—still clung to old beliefs.

“He’s a fraud.” one of them muttered one day when they caught him watching from across the courtyard.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t know what to think.

----

The usual chatter of students filled the academy halls, but something felt off. A tension in the air, an unspoken weight pressing down. You didn’t think much of it—until you turned a corner and saw them.

Your friends. And Mash.

They had pulled him aside in a secluded part of the courtyard, away from wandering eyes. Mash stood there, expression blank, as your so-called friends spoke in hushed but sharp tones.

“You don’t belong here, Burnedead” one of them sneered. “You’ve already gotten what you wanted, right? Your fake title, your praise. So why are you still hanging around?”

Another one scoffed. “Do you really think people see you as an equal? You’re a joke.”

Mash didn’t react. Not a twitch, not a flinch. He just stood there, completely unbothered.

But you heard everything. And something inside you snapped.

“What the hell are you doing?” you said, stepping between them.

Your friends stiffened in surprise. “We’re just talking” one of them said, forcing a smile. “You should—”

“No. I don’t want to hear it.” You turned to Mash, your voice softening. “Are you okay?”

Mash blinked at you. Then, slowly, he nodded.

“See?” One of your friends laughed nervously. “No harm done. It’s just—”

“I don’t care.”

They fell silent. You inhaled deeply, steadying yourself, before looking at them dead in the eyes.

“If being your friend means treating someone like this, then I’m fine with not playing with you.”

They looked at you, then at Mash, then back at you. And then, without another word, they turned and walked away.

You didn’t watch them leave. Instead, you turned back to Mash, expecting him to brush it off like he always did. Instead, he just… stared at you.

“Uh… I hope that wasn’t weird or anything.”

“No,” he said, “It wasn’t weird.”

Your so-called friends never spoke to you again after that day.

At first, it was just cold silence—no greetings, no eye contact, no acknowledgment of your existence. You were fine with that. You had already made your choice.

But then, the petty revenge started.

A tripping spell aimed at your feet in the hallway. A bucket of water “accidentally” tipping over just as you passed by. An entire swarm of frogs conjured into your locker.

You should have been miserable. You should have been soaked, humiliated, struggling to shake off the cruel tricks.

But none of them ever reached you.

Somehow, every single attempt failed.

You never noticed it at first. You’d walk through a hallway where a trip spell had been cast, only to feel the floor perfectly stable beneath your feet. You’d open your locker, expecting books, not frogs. And yet, there was nothing but your usual neatly stacked belongings.

It wasn’t until one day, when you heard a frustrated shout from down the hall, that you saw it.

Mash. Standing calmly with a bucket of water in one hand, completely untouched by the spell that was meant for you. He tilted his head, looking at the group of students who had set the trap, then—without a word—dumped the water over their heads instead.

Your ex-friends went pale. You had to cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.

It wasn’t long before the pettiness turned into something uglier.

A real fight.

You weren’t there to see it, but you heard the aftermath. How they had cornered Mash, trying to force him to stop interfering. How they had thrown everything they had at him—spells, illusions, underhanded tricks.

How he had barely even tried and still crushed them.

It wasn’t a long battle.

Mash simply stood there, taking every attack like they were nothing, before stepping forward and ending it with a single punch.

They never bothered you again after that.

And when you finally caught up with Mash later that day, he just handed you a cream puff, completely unfazed, like nothing had ever happened.

“Here,” he said. “You didn’t get to eat lunch.”

“Mash… did you...”

He tilted his head. “Did I what?”

You sighed, taking the cream puff. “Never mind. Thanks, Mash.”

“Anytime.”

---

It was surreal.

Rayne Ames—the Rayne Ames—stood before you, his sharp golden eyes watching you with that cool, unreadable expression. He had approached you out of nowhere, asking about Mash. Simple questions, nothing out of the ordinary. How was he in class? Did he ever talk about his training? Did he seem different lately?

You answered as best as you could, unsure why he was asking, and once he got what he needed, he left just as quickly as he came.

And that was that.

But after that day, your life started changing.

With your old friends out of the picture, you knew you had to move on. Mash’s group was welcoming, always ready to include you in their chaotic fun. But still, they had each other. They were a solid unit, bound by deep friendship and battles you hadn’t been a part of. You were an outsider, someone they liked but didn’t necessarily need.

So, you drifted. Talked to other students. Tried to find your own place.

And somehow… Rayne Ames kept showing up.

It was never anything dramatic. He didn’t actively seek you out, but he always seemed to be there—watching, listening, stepping in when things got too chaotic. You assumed he was just keeping tabs on Mash.

And Mash did not like that.

You didn’t notice it at first, but his little habits started changing. The way he always hovered a little closer when Rayne was around. The way he interrupted conversations with his usual deadpan nonsense—offering you cream puffs, randomly commenting on Rayne’s hair, or straight-up picking you up and carrying you somewhere else without a word.

Rayne, of course, remained unfazed by all of it. If anything, he found it amusing.

----

You had been experimenting with baking lately, and since Mash always seemed to appreciate sweet things, you figured, why not? A simple, homemade cake as a small thank-you for everything.

On your way to find him, you ran into Lemon, who, upon seeing the cake in your hands, lit up with excitement.

“Oh! If you’re looking for Mash, I can take you to his place!” she offered cheerfully.

You hesitated for a moment—going to Mash’s house wasn’t exactly part of the plan—but Lemon was already leading the way, and before you knew it, you were standing at his doorstep.

The door was unlocked, so Lemon let herself in, calling out, “Mash! You have a visitor!”

You barely had time to process what was happening before you heard the sound of weights clanking. As you stepped inside, your eyes landed on him.

Mash Burnedead, mid-workout, lifting what had to be insanely heavy dumbbells as if they were nothing.

You had always known Mash was strong. You’d seen him punch through walls like they were made of paper, carry people as if they weighed nothing.

But seeing him like this, up close—it was different.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling very aware of the fact that you were staring.

Mash set the weights down before turning to you. “Oh. You came.”

You quickly held up the cake. “I, uh—yeah! I baked this and thought you might like some.”

“Thanks.”

You didn’t stay long after that. You made an excuse to leave early, not missing how Mash watched you the entire time you walked out the door.

The next day, you didn’t show up to school.

At first, no one thought much of it. But by midday, whispers started. Even Rayne seemed mildly concerned, casually asking if anyone knew where you were.

But Mash knew something was wrong.

Because when he woke up that morning, the first thing he did was check his front porch—where he had left the empty cake box after finishing the last slice.

It was gone.

Someone had taken it.

And now, you were missing.

Where were you?

The world was spinning. Your body ached, your skin burned, and every breath you took sent sharp pains through your ribs.

It hadn’t been a fair fight—far from it.

Your old "friends" hadn’t come after you themselves, no. They were too cowardly for that. Instead, they had hired someone else—someone stronger, someone ruthless—to make sure you stayed down.

And they had done their job well.

You barely remembered how it ended. All you knew was that your body couldn't take any more, and at some point, you had collapsed against a wall, waiting for the pain to swallow you whole.

You barely registered the faint sound of bones breaking or the low, terrifyingly calm voice that followed.

"You shouldn't have touched them."

The first thing you feel is warmth. Next is the soft pressure of bandages wrapped around your arms, your ribs. Someone had taken care of you.

Your eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the lighting of the unfamiliar room. Your head feels heavy, and for a brief moment, your mind is blank. Someone was sitting next to you.

You try to speak, but your throat is dry. He notices. Before you can even think, he’s already reaching for a glass of water, pressing it into your hands.

“…Mash?” your voice is hoarse. “…What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

You shake your head, wincing at the dull pain. Your memories are foggy—blurry figures, flashes of magic, a crushing sense of helplessness. But beyond that? Nothing.

Mash watches you carefully, his fingers tapping idly against his arm.

"You got hurt. I handled it."

You’re too tired to question it. Instead, you focus on something else.

“…Where am I?”

Mash tilts his head slightly. “My house.”

You glance down at yourself—the fresh bandages, the blanket draped over you.

"You took care of me?"

He nodded.

A thought crosses your mind, something nagging at the edges of your blank memories. Something important.

You look at him, hesitating. "…Mash. What are we?"

“We’re together.”

“…What?”

“I’m your boyfriend” he says, like it’s the simplest truth in the world.

And somehow, even though your memories are gone—

You believe him.

Lemon sobbed the moment she found out.

You didn’t get it.

Why was she crying so much? Weren’t you and Mash always like this? Weren’t things normal?

She clung to your hands, wailing about how “true love prevails” and “you’re finally safe” while Finn awkwardly patted her back, clearly unsure how to handle the situation.

No one in the group pushed further.

You weren’t sure if it was because of your injuries or something else, but he barely let you out of his sight. If you walked, he was right beside you. If you sat down, he positioned himself strategically—either next to you or across from you, always watching, always ready.

You were just about to take a bite when Mash suddenly—without a word—took the food right out of your hands.

He inspected it. Took a bite. Chewed.

“…Too sweet.”

Then, he grabbed another piece from your tray. Ate that too.

“…Too spicy.”

Then another.

“…Too bitter.”

By the time he was done testing everything, you were left staring at your now-half-empty plate, completely baffled.

“Mash,” you deadpanned. “You ate most of my lunch.”

He blinked at you. “I was making sure it was okay.”

“…You didn’t have to eat all of it.”

“…I’ll get you more.”

And then, without hesitation, he stood up and walked off—probably to find something “safer” for you to eat.

You sighed, rubbing your temples as Lemon giggled beside you. “He’s so attentive!” she swooned. “Taking care of his beloved like a true gentleman!”

You weren’t sure about that, but you didn’t argue.

You thought Mash being overly cautious was limited to food.

You were wrong.

While walking through campus, Mash suddenly spawned over, his muscles tensing as he stared at something in the distance.

Then—without warning—he picked up a rock and chucked it.

The entire group turned, just in time to see a now flattened stone that had been in your path.

Mash nodded to himself, satisfied, before continuing to walk like nothing happened.

“…Mash,” you finally said. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did.”

“…It was just a rock.”

“It was in your way.”

Lemon whispered, “He’s so in love.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that.

----

You weren’t content with just not knowing.

There were gaps in your mind, blank spaces where memories should be. And it wasn’t just frustrating—it was unnerving. Every time you tried to grasp at the edges of something important, it slipped through your fingers like sand.

So, you did what any rational person would do.

You started digging.

Asking around. Looking through old notes, trying to see if anything sparked recognition.

But for some reason—every single time you got close—Mash was there.

Sometimes, he’d distract you—offering you more sweets, pulling you into his usual nonsense, finding ways to keep you occupied. Other times, it was more direct.

Like the time he just… picked you up and walked away when you asked Lemon too many questions.

Or the time you almost found your old diary, only for it to mysteriously vanish.

And then, there was the worst one—

You had been talking to Rayne.

It was a casual conversation at first, but then, you asked.

“Do you know what happened to me before I lost my memory?”

Rayne had gone silent. His gaze flickered over your shoulder, and when you turned—

Mash was already there.

“…Come on” he said, voice as steady as ever. “You need to eat.”

Rayne didn’t say anything, only watching as Mash practically dragged you away.

---

Finn wasn’t expecting to walk into this.

It was a normal day—nothing out of the ordinary. But when he turned the corner, he saw Mash standing there, gripping the edge of a table so tightly it looked like he might break it.

“Uh. Mash?”

Mash didn’t respond.

Finn frowned, stepping closer. “Mash, what’s wrong?”

No response, just that stupid blank stare, but there was something off about it. Something shaking beneath the surface.

Finn had known Mash for a while now.

Whatever it was—

It had to do with you.

So, he sighed, scratching the back of his head before offering a small, reassuring smile.

“Whatever’s going on” he said, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Mash finally moved—his grip loosening just slightly. He looked at Finn.

“You’re Mash Burnedead. You don’t lose, right?”

A long pause.

Then, finally—Mash nodded.

-----

Dot was hiding.

It was rare to see him so quiet, so serious. But today, he was focused.

A thick branch in his hands, his grip tight. He crouched near the hallway, waiting—watching.

Then, the moment you walked by—he swung the thing to your head.

Or at least, that was the plan.

Because before the branch could even come close to hitting you, a strong hand caught it mid-air.

You turned just in time to see the silent battle of wills taking place.

“…Mash?” You tilted your head. “Dot?”

Neither answered.

Mash’s grip on the branch tightened, cracking the wood slightly. Dot gulped. Sensing that things were about to get messy, you quickly grabbed Mash’s sleeve and pulled him away.

The moment you turned the corner toward the classroom—

You tripped.

Your foot slipped against the wet floor, your balance completely thrown off. You hit the ground hard. The world blurred for a moment, your vision swimming in and out of focus. Voices echoed distantly, panicked, but you couldn’t make out the words.

Everything faded.

You woke up later on, trying to piece together what had happened. But the moment you tried to think back—

Nothing.

Just an empty, hollow void where your memories should be.

You frowned, struggling to sit up. Around you, the group stood in silence—Lance, Dot, Finn, Lemon, and even Rayne to your surprise.

Before you could even question it, the door suddenly slammed open.

He grabbed Dot, then Lance, then Finn, shoving them forward.

“Outside”

Lemon and Rayne exchanged glances but didn’t intervene.

“…What just happened?”

Lemon sighed, shaking her head.

Everything was normal.

Or at least, it was supposed to be.

You went about your day, chatting with Rayne, ignoring the lingering stares from the group. They didn’t say anything about yesterday, didn’t mention the fight Mash had with them outside.

You weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

But then—

Mash said something.

It wasn’t even anything big. Just an offhand comment, a simple remark about something only your past self would remember.

Your memories came flooding back out of nowhere.

It hit like a whiplash. Images, emotions, voices all crashing into you at once. The truth you had lost—the reason you had forgotten.

You didn’t even know why you were mad.

But you were.

It wasn’t like he hurt you. It wasn’t like he lied outright.

But he had kept it from you. Had stopped you every step of the way. Had taken advantage of your missing memories just to keep you his.

And right now?

You didn’t want to see him.

Didn’t want to talk to him.

Didn’t want to even look at him.

----

Mash wasn’t good with words.

But he was good at trying.

His first attempt? A written apology.

While you were in class, he stood outside the window, holding up a piece of paper with the words: "I’m sorry."

It would’ve been somewhat effective if he hadn’t written it on a tiny piece of paper that was hard to read from a distance.

Rayne, sitting beside you- just because you asked him to and surely you'll pay him with something else, glanced at it, then at you.

“…Are you really going to let him stand there looking like that?”

You didn’t answer.

The second attempt? Rock arrangements.

You walked outside to find a series of carefully placed stones, spelling out: "I messed up."

Then, underneath it, in slightly smaller rocks: "I’ll fix it."

You huffed, crossing your arms.

Rayne just sighed beside you. “At least he’s consistent.”

And finally—his third attempt?

It was just him.

From afar.

Because you wouldn’t let him near you. Wouldn’t let him explain, wouldn’t let him talk his way back in.

So, instead, he stayed back. Watching.

You weren’t expecting anything strange to happen that night.

You were at home, settling in, finally getting some peace after everything. The last thing you expected was to turn around and—

Mash was inside your house.

You barely held in a scream. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest.

“What the hell—?!” You gasped, stumbling back. “How did you—?”

“I walked in.”

“What do you mean you walked in?!”

“The door was locked, so I broke it.”

You rubbed your temples, inhaling sharply. “Mash, you can’t just—sneak into someone’s house like this.”

“I came to apologize.”

“You—” You sighed, exasperated. “That’s not how apologies work.”

“…Fine” he said. “If you won’t forgive me, then I’ll handle your old friends for causing the accident.”

“And then,” Mash continued, “I’ll leave school.”

He said it so simply. Like it was a decision he had already made.

You didn’t want that.

Not because you weren’t still mad. Not because he didn’t deserve to apologize properly.

But because you knew him.

You knew exactly what he was capable of when he was serious.

“…Mash” you said “you don’t have to do that.”

“But they hurt you.”

“Yeah,” you admitted, “but you don’t have to fix everything on your own.”

“All you had to do was ask” you muttered, sighing. “Not—decide what our relationship is without asking me first.”

“…I’m sorry.”

You let out a slow breath. “Alright. Guess I shouldn't be mad at you anymore.”

And just like that, the tension eased.

But what you didn’t know—

Was that Mash had already handled your old friends.

Before coming here.

By the time you had started to forgive him, by the time you had calmed down—

There was no one left to hurt you again.

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I couldn't help but also draw Domina, sigh.

Goodnight

Edit: Ahh, I drew Charles's marks on the wrong sides. AGAIN.

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Ahh.. school is about to start tomorrow, everything will be now delayed. Much, much more.. Ill have to feed you guys with Yan!Charles first..

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You held my hand tight, as we ran through the waters. You didn't let go, even though I was slow. You urged me to run, but you were patient. You weren't forceful, you were gentle.

A/n: OO means (Name)

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Don't mind this too...

Kissing Mashle boys before running hc?

MASH BURNEDEAD, FINN AMES, LANCE CROWN, DOT BARRETT, RAYNE AMES, ABEL WALKER, ABYSS RAZOR, WIRTH MADL, CARPACCIO LUO-YANG, ORTER MADL, KALDO GEHENNA (SEPARATE) ⍣ GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

synopsis. the boys' reactions to you kissing them and then running away.

author's note. that one panel where orter tells cell to bend over has never left my mind and i may have brought it over to these headcanons i'm (not) sorry. orter can bend me over anytime- AHEM ANYWAY LIVE LAUGH LOVE WIRTH HAHAHA

you, running away from MASH? given his inhuman speed and reflexes, that'll be impossible. even if your action is as harmless as a kiss to his cheek, the first-year would reflexively grab your wrist and pull you flush against his chest before you can take a step away from him.

you'd be subjected under his signature blank stare for a few seconds as he tries to process what just happened, and when he finally registers the feeling of your soft lips on his cheek, he tilts his head to the side in an adorable manner.

"can you do that again?" he asks, surprising you. mash can't explain it - but he likes the warm and fuzzy feeling that would bloom inside his chest when you kiss his cheek. your kiss feels like... a bed of cream puffs. (don't question his analogy)

oh, sweet summer child FINN. if you kiss him right on his freckles in front of his friends, he'd combust on the spot as a string of unintelligible words streams out of his mouth. a flush of embarrassment would rise to his cheeks and when he turns around to tell you off, you're already running away, leaving him to think of how he should get back at you.

he'd spend the entire afternoon attempting and failing to ambush you, with you giggling gleefully as you skip out of his reach. argh, why do you have to be so hard to catch?!

when supper rolls around, you sit next to a defeated looking finn with your tray of food. as you're eating, he points out that you've got some sauce around your mouth and before you can wipe it off, finn has already leaned over and licks the corner of your lips (with his cheeks burning). you drop your spoon in shock while dot gags loudly in the background.

"oh," is all LANCE says when your lips land on the corner of his mouth. his fingertips brush against the spot you shyly kissed and when he turns to face you, you're already gone. figuring that the embarrassment must have gotten to you, he presses a loose fist against his lips as he chuckles softly.

the following hours would be lance contributing further to that embarrassment. he'd kiss your cheek when you're in the middle of a conversation with your friends, and he makes sure that you won't be able to pull away by gripping your jaw. the kiss would last longer than necessary, causing an awkward silence to fall on the group.

if you confront him about it, he'd simply squish your cheeks in his palm as he taunts you for being unable to do anything. try to talk back, and he'll silence you with his lips.

DOT would short-circuit the second your lips make contact with his cheek, his face flushing as red as his hair. as you run away from him laughing, he'd hold his face like he just got slapped, gibberish spilling over his lips and unable to think straight. mash and finn would have to hold him up to stop him from collapsing.

once dot recomposes himself, he'd chase you in the hallways and it immediately becomes a game of tag... with him almost crashing into the walls as you deftly dodge his lunges.

when he finally catches you, there's no escaping from his onslaught of kisses as he wounds his arms around you tightly. your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your neck - he leaves no area untouched. when dot returns a favour, he returns it tenfold.

RAYNE would turn his head the moment he registers the lack of space between your bodies - and that unexpected action causes his lips to meet yours in a kiss. you immediately pull away from him with a loud gasp, and the perpetual frown on his countenance prompts you to run for the hills.

touching his lips, he'd wonder why you ran away after boldly kissing him, unaware that you weren't supposed to do that and that you had only intended to ask him about homework. it wouldn't take long for him to chase you as if you're a little rabbit being preyed on by the wolf of adler dorm. (finn watches with a slack jaw as his older brother terrorises your poor soul)

the moment rayne catches up to you, he'd cage you against the nearest wall with his arms on either side of your cowering form. he's at a loss to know how to respond to your profuse apologies, only wanting you to kiss him properly after that accidental kiss earlier. he eventually manages to silence you by gingerly planting his lips on the tip of your nose.

ABEL doesn't express much emotion in the first place, so it's no surprise that he didn't give much of a reaction to your kiss on his forehead. when you did it in the middle of his conversation with the magia lupus, he stops talking abruptly while the other members gawk at your boldness. with a quiet "teehee", you prance out of the room as he touches his forehead.

in class, in the hallway, in the cafeteria - abel would stare at you from afar like you've committed the highest degree of crimes. you think that you may have offended him by pulling what you did in front of the magia lupus, but that's not the case as you would come to find out later.

in the evening, abyss brings you to abel's room by the scruff of your shirt. you're wondering why the hell you got dragged out of bed, and it isn't until you noticed abel staring at you expectantly did you realise he wants you to give him a good night kiss like a mother would to her child.

ABYSS, who had never received physical affection from anyone before in his entire life, would be so flustered that his mind becomes a jumbled mess. he doesn't even realise that you've already fled from the scene by the time he can think coherently again (and he's disappointed).

the kiss you gave him would linger on his mind for hours, and he'd throw subtle glances at you - specifically your lips. the warmth that spread from the spot you kissed on his forehead is... comforting, reassuring even, and he doesn't think he can continue his day without getting another one from you.

eventually, abyss would work up the courage to approach you. when he shyly tugs your sleeve with his gaze averted, you immediately understand what he wants and lean in to plant a sweet kiss over his evil eye, causing red to dust his cheeks. he'd hug you on impulse, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

WIRTH doesn't appreciate having his study time interrupted, so if you try to break his concentration by kissing the side of his neck, he wouldn't give you the chance to run away by trapping your feet in mud. he'd then drag you over to sit on his lap, where you'll be forced to stay until he's done studying.

it doesn't matter if you're in the library or the common room, you'll just have to endure the embarrassment of being sandwiched between his body and the table. he doesn't even hide the fact that he's enjoying the way you're squirming uncomfortably on his lap - that's what you get for trying to distract him.

he'd pinch your side if your squirming starts to get annoying, and if you try to protest, he'd immediately shut you up with a kiss - with every contact between your lips lasting longer than the previous one. it eventually reaches the point where you're left breathless after his kisses, and he smirks at the debauched look he's able to paint on your countenance.

CARPACCIO would stare at your fleeing figure with the same stiff expression he wears every day; he'd internally question why you would run off after kissing him when he has no intentions of harming you.

since he can't feel pain, your affectionate gestures are the only other external stimuli he can feel. he registers the pleasant feeling in his chest when you first kissed him, and has become addicted to the feeling since then. so really, he'd just accept your surprise kisses.

although he won't go after you when you run away, he'd actively seek you out and splay himself across your lap like a cat. when that happens, it's your cue to shower him with the kisses he has grown to like. this frequently happens since he tends to stay up all night for his research, and the warm feeling of your lips helps him fall asleep.

ORTER won't admit it, but your kisses are capable of breaking his composure; so when your lips suddenly press against his jaw, he'd freeze up on the spot, giving you the opportunity to book it before he can catch you. once you're well out of his sight, he'd push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the faintest hint of blush on his cheeks.

of course, no actions go without consequences - and you are no exception. to punish you for your little misdeed, orter would call your unsuspecting self into his office before bending you over his desk when you least expected it. he'd relish in your shocked expression and proceeds to intimidate you into submission, only stopping once he spots the teary beads in the corners of your eyes.

orter is not a cruel man. gently cupping your jaw, he presses a long kiss on your temple as a silent apology before letting you go.

another one who you won't have a chance to run from. KALDO can tell when you're about to attack him with a kiss and would pretend to be oblivious until you make a move. the moment you lean into his face, he quickly turns his head and places a hand at the back of your head to push your lips against his.

you're helpless in his grasp as he wraps an arm around your waist to press you against his body. if you just had a sweet snack, he would deepen the kiss and literally devour your lips, wanting to taste what you ate. when he finally pulls away, he'll try to guess the name of the snack while playfully smiling at your embarrassed expression.

kaldo treats it like a little game. if he can catch you before you kiss him and he happens to have some honey on hand, he gets your honey-flavoured lips as a reward and you'll be in for a long night.

[yourlocaldouma]

Don't mind this reblog, I'm trying to save this for special occasion.

OOHHH I'M FERAL FOR THIS ONE (ofc you don't have to if you don't want to dw <3) BUT *deep inhale* LEAVING LIPSTICK ON THE MASHLE BOYS PLEASE I BEG GIVE THEM ALL THE LIPSTICK KISSES I BEG

the smirk i had on my face when i read this scared me-

ˢʰᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ !!

leaving lipstick marks on...

mash thought it was a normal day where you showered him with kisses and love galore. didn't think much of it when you gave him a quick peck the cheek and his lips, but was confused when you started giggling after you pulled away.

when he looked at you to ask if something was wrong, he saw the blurred, red pigment on your lips, which were spread into a wide smile. if he had anything to say about it, he'd say you were proud of yourself for something.

he genuinely doesn't realize what you were so happy about until later that day when he meets up with his friends, who were more than shocked to him in such a state.

while they help him clean away his face and tell him to wipe your kisses away to not have the marks leave behind stains on his skin, he doesn't see a problem with it. he feels a little sad since he didn't get to see his face with your kisses on it, but he could always go back to you for more, no?

finn knows what you're up to instantly. the moment he sees you with the vibrant red lipstick on, he's looking for a way to escape his fate. the problem is that he can't say no to you when you have your arms open for a hug like that, so he ends up with three or four kisses on his face anyway.

they're mostly scattered across his freckles, which leaves him a little more flustered than it would if it were, for example, on his forehead. however, he has enough manners to not wipe them away immediately in fear of hurting your feelings for doing so. he'll keep them for a few minutes and wipe them away once you've had your fill of giggles and pride.

dot has nothing to lose when it comes to you. anything to do with you is a win-win for him, so he has no qualms letting you scatter lipstick marks all over him. he'll even pull the collar of his shirt down a little to let you leave some on his neck and collarbone!

he does get a little nervous someone might see him in this state, but pushes the thought away because there's nothing embarrassing about receiving love from his girlfriend.

he has pride as a boyfriend, and this is certainly one of his proudest moments as your lover.

lance is completely against it unless you're in private. he doesn't want anyone but you to see him at the mercy of your love and affection. if someone did see, he might melt into a puddle of embarrassment and die in a hole somewhere. please don't tease him too much, he won't let you do it again!

he'll only ever admit to himself internally that it wasn't a horrible experience, and seeing his face covered in pretty red marks in the shape of your lips wasn't a bad sight, but he'll never say it out loud.

such a prideful boyfriend you have here.

rayne decides to judge how he feels about your actions after he experiences it. he's willing to be less uptight when he's with you because you're just a classmate, nor are you his coworker. his seriousness has no place in your relationship, and if word got out that the sword cane is a lovesick fool, then who is he to deny it?

the entire world should know his heart belongs to you, which is more than enough for him to let you brand his face with a pretty shade of red that he thinks is the best color for you. he picked the color out himself, actually! enjoys feeling the smile you have on your face when you finally lean into kiss him on the lips, to which he gladly deepens by putting a hand behind your head.

the red smudge on both of your lips say everything everyone needs to know when they look over to see a flustered you and a proud-looking sword cane with his face decorated with red lipstick.

orter outright denied you access to his face. there was no way he'd let you do something so scandalous to him! he has a reputation to keep, and he won't let you go around destroying it willy-nilly. but if you play your cards right and mutter how you'll test it on someone else, like the ever-so charismatic flame cane, maybe he'll let you put one or two on him.

he's a man of reputation and pride, but he can't have his wife going around leaving lipstick marks on a man that's not him! however, you choose to have mercy on him and leave a kiss or two on the collar of his shirt. it would certainly keep any unwanted attention away from him without making his reputation crumble. it does not, however, save him from the waterfall of teasing he had to endure at his workplace.

abyss is another one who'd prefer to do it in the enclosed space of his dorm room or yours. he can't imagine facing able in such a state, not because he's embarrassed about you. no, no, no, he could never be ashamed of having someone so kind and loving as you as his lover, but he wants to keep some of his dignity, you know? surely, you'd understand.

about three or four kisses in, he forgets about rose-colored pigment on your lips and initiates a makeout session, cupping your cheeks with the gentleness of a feather.

he ends up with lipstick of his own by the end of it, with one distinct mark over his cursed eye. it was obvious that was the first place you kissed, and his heart couldn't soar any higher than it had when he realized this was just another way of you showing him with the blessing called your love.

[yourlocaldouma]

Yes, I couldn't agree more. Saint ars is definitely overlooked, I could count how much I've come across fans that are genuinely interested in it. Walkis; authority and power, Easton; Noblesse oblige and humility, Saint Ars; focusing on formality and religion. It's all so interesting. I hope that Mr. Kōmoto would give us further explanations. I particularly want to learn more of the history of the entire countries and such and the map of the country. How it's different in other countries. The back stories of the other quintuplets, and how Mash managed to escape.

I think it's also good to point out that all of them have very conservative views (except Mash), especially Saint Ars we could tell because of how the girls and women act. I think this doesn't really apply to Amy, kind of? We can't really tell since their isn't much interactions with her. Just because she's much more strong than most women.

Okay so these are all just rambles about Saint Ars I have in my head that I just wanna let out

I also didn't write these down so they might seem inconsistent so apologies for that

Saint Ars having the lowest divine visionaries is so funny to me. Like I love that school (even if we don't have any knowledge on it) but like that type of situation where its been hundred of years and you still don't have atleast a two digit number amount? Yeah no what the hell is going with school.

Okay there's like 3 main(?) schools which are Easton Magic Academy, Walkis Magic Academy and Saint Ars Holy Magic Academy.

Here's my personal thoughts: Walkis is probably more towards on like being a higher-up?? If that make sense. And taking in about "Power means everything to them", it's probably about having an authority.

They're probably related to the government and politics and stuff I guess. Either that or they're just strong to pass being a Divine visionaries.

Easton is probably specifically towards magic and maybeeee theyre connected with jobs related to magic (magic police etc). Considering the entrance is hard to pass, I guess the failures went either to Walkis or Saint Ars.

So yeah I conclude that they're just related to magic and other stuff like mythical creatures and all that. Like studying them and learning how to seal magic and other dangerous stuff.

Now Saint Ars.. anyone who comes across my posts knows that well, I might be. just a little. enthusiastic about that school.

I could be interested in a character or something BUT NOOOOO my brain just likes this school or something., when there's barely anything related to it.

WHATEVER, anyway, Saint Ars has this religious vibes which is obvious from their logo and well, name.(That's a cross, yiu guys think Jesus exist or something)

Now remember how at that one point that Bureau of Magic guy that's bald said that God gave the world Magic and all that and how there's a bunch of gods you can summon as a third liner?

NOW HEAR ME OUT, it's already so obvious that of course that this is just a church being transformed into a school. I just don't know how to word it out.

I like to think 1. That this school mainly focuses on praising and believing God/ gods(?(do they acknowledge them as well?oh well), 2. Acts like the bald guy but WAYYYYY harsher.

Definitely believes those without magic was chose not to by God and yknow that type twisted mindset. Like they would say, why would God let them exist in the first place?

It's crazyyy

Anyway, the other part which is like Justice related. The law being related to religion is.. I can see it but again, I can't word it out 😔.

I feel like this school is probably towards the Law and other type of stuff related to it.

Now I don't know much of the law so I'm afraid I'm low on info on these type of stuff. However, I can see it but it's hard to describe. The only thing is I know it's about like religious law or something like that.

I guess I can see the school being like related to the Town's church or something and students would always do community work at that place.

I definitely see this school having like. a fucked up idea or mindset. Like I pray that Mash should never be near to this school after his whole reveal.

Actually after that controversy(Mash's reveal), students probably were like so angered because of how they were taught. But I believe maybe one day, that school will slowly but surely grow out of that mindset after like a few years.

Oh and the main God they praise is Themis, God of Justice because of the law thing jfhdh. I imagine that this God is the symbol and pride of that school because "the God helped build it(the law)" lol.

The law and religion.. it's such a nice combo. That school reeks of traditions and moral codes. They probably have a bunch rules to follow and like beliefs.

The teachers are probably all nuns and priest. Do they study magic? I guess they appreciate it more than an average person but they have a higher belief that its a gift from God.

I don't know what type of magic they'll study but definitely not combat.. because "that's what started the war before Adam Jobs came in." They're all in that they don't wanna repeat history and stuff.

So the school is more towards Magic History and Magic Zoology? ("Creatures are also creations of God!" Yada yada type of stuff), though I imagine all schools have the same type of subjects.. I think.

Okay that's all.. I think

[yourlocaldouma]

Goodnight

[yourlocaldouma]

this might be a weird request but can you draw levis as a bullet with like a face on it :D

Here you go! It isn't weird at all! I bet you were referring to this qna

[yourlocaldouma]

hi so just a quick ask but who made the art for your bg?

Nadachi Machi on X!

[yourlocaldouma]

YAYAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BABY! 🌊🎉

[yourlocaldouma]

SKETCH

I'm gonna start calling you guys dreamer. Lmao, don't roast me for the weird ass proportions 😭