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Tags: Mr. Silvair x GN Reader, Blind Reader, Fluff, Comfort?, Maybe a bit inaccurate, bad english, OOC Mr. Silvair (maybe), Mr. Chopped mention.
Summary: You love your new life in this apartment, especially with Mr. Silvair by your side.
Req from: đĽ anon
Emptiness.
That is all I can see. Since that incident, everything has changed. I can no longer view the world as I once didâI can only feel it. Even seeing feels heavy. I know I am lost within this apartment, trapped in a space blurred between realms. Yet, the residents here⌠they are kind to me. Warm. And in this moment, when I can no longer do anything, I am gratefulâgrateful that someone still chooses to stay by my side.
"Help...?"
A soft voice calls meâMr. Silvair. I turn and offer a faint nod. He guides me back to the empty room that, for the past month, has become my dwelling. My⌠âhome.â
Inside, Mr. Chopped is already there. He is the one who keeps me company whenever Mr. Silvair steps away. His presence makes the silence feel a little less hollow.
My little family⌠in this world of quiet shadows. Is it not beautiful?
SOMEONE REQUESTED SCARLETELLA X READER AND I ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT!!!đđđ AND IM NEGLECTING THEIR REQUEST FOR A WHOLE MONTH I'M SO SORRY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Silent, dim, and damp is this place. Empty and longing is what you are now. That emptiness is natural; everyone feels it as they grow older, and longing is a feeling that has long become part of your very beingâclinging like a shadow deep within your heart.
Weeks turned into months since you became trapped here. Your body and face now feel foreign, like memories blurred by time. Your old lifeâyour name, your laughter, even your dreamsâhas been forgotten.
Your heart pounds as you hear footsteps from the distance. He is coming again, just as before. His red umbrella shields half of his face, but you know his gaze is watching, dissecting your very soul. His voice is low and haunting, repeating one thing over and over. "Name... name... your name..."
Your hand trembles as you grip the crowbar you found. You prepare to strike him again. As he draws closer, his steps halt. His gaze is empty, but thereâs something terrifying about it, something that freezes your very being. "Name..." he whispers, almost like a breath in the air.
Without hesitation, you swing the crowbar at his body. A loud crash fills the empty space as it hits him. He falls, and then vanishesâjust like before, his body disappearing into the dark mist. You run, your breath ragged, searching for a place to hide. But his shadow continues to follow, like a ghost that wonât let go.
Something suddenly grabs your hand from behind. You turn, and there he isâ the man with the red umbrella. His face is now clearer, his sharp eyes and piercing gaze locking onto you. "Loving... you... don't... go..."
His hand is cold, his grip iron-tight on your wrist. It feels like your bones could snap at any moment. You try to fight back, but your body wonât move. Seeing you frozen, he smiles wide, a smile thatâs too wide, too wrongâinhuman. "You... Mine," he whispers, his voice sending a shiver through your very bones.
I know this feels kind of stuck because I don't really like Scarletella, and he's too terrifying for međđđ
You like Wirth and Agito you sayđ? Can I request an x reader for one or both of them, similar to your other mashle piece? (I don't think there's any x reader for Agito, which is a crime to me)
YESSS ANON, I AGREE WITH YOUUU
THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED MASHLE AND GOT TO SEASON TWO, I WAS REALLY INTERESTED IN AGITO'S CHARACTER, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, HE'S JUST A SIDE CHARACTER (T-T)
I EVEN COUNTED, HE ONLY USED HIS MAGIC ONCE OR TWO IN THE MANGA!!đđđ
TW AGITO IS KIND OF WEIRD BECAUSE I REALLY INCORPORATED THAT WEIRDNESS INTO THIS FANFIC (IF YOU DONâT KNOW WHAT I MEAN, CHECK OUT AGITO'S TRIVIA).
ENJOYYYYY!
Agito Tyrone:
What is the meaning of life without pain?
To him, pain is the pulse of life. Every wound, whether physical or emotional, serves as a reminder that he is alive, that he is capable of feeling. Pain is not just a companionâit is an addiction, a source of pleasure that fills an inexplicable void. Without pain, happiness to him is merely an illusion, a shadow devoid of meaning.
This morning, the sun shines brightly, but the sight of you with someone else cuts Agito deeper than any blade ever could. He stands in silence, letting the feeling flow through him like a sweet poison. He loves the sensationâthe sorrow, the sting, and the bitterness. He does not hesitate to share it with Hippo, as though this pain is a small victory worth celebrating. When you look at him with confusion and disgust as he confesses his feelings for you, he revels in every second. Your gaze is a beautiful insult, a crown of suffering that makes him feel whole.
Agito loves you. Even though you belong to someone else, even though you ask him to set aside his pride and disappear from your life, he still loves you. No, he does not seek reciprocationâhe seeks rejection. To him, nothing is more gratifying than being turned away by you, destroyed by you, and cast aside again and again in front of everyone. He is broken, and he knows it. But in his brokenness, he finds joy, and in you, he finds the most exquisite pain.
Yet beneath it all, he still hopes. A small hope he hides behind the mask of despair. A hope for even the smallest kindness from you. You are a paradox to his soulâhis wound and his healer. You are the one who inflicts the sharpest pain, yet also the smile he longs for as a child longs for their mother.
Agito wants to see you smile again, even if it means enduring a thousand new wounds. To him, your smile is an ending worthy of any suffering.
Wirth MĂĄdl:
To him, you are the obstacle that always stands between him and his small dreams. You, with your brilliance, are constantly praised by the teachers. Your grades are exceptional, always impressing everyone. Itâs just a minor record, but to him, itâs something he longs for. Wirth, who is used to winning, sees you as a challenge. Competing with you is an honor because no one has ever managed to defeat himâexcept his older brother.
The day of the exam passed like the wind, smooth and swift, yet something felt off. You seemed so ambitious in your studies, yet still had friends and supporters around you. Everyone loved you, praised you, and cheered you on. But Wirth? No one ever looked at him, let alone praised him. He was used to it. But this time, the feeling was too heavy. His tears broke free, uncontrollable. He wanted to be noticed. He wanted everyone to know how difficult his journey had been. But reality said otherwiseâhe lost.
As he sank into despair, you came. With an outstretched hand, you tried to help him stand. But Wirth, consumed by shame and frustration, rejected it. He rejected everything, convinced that he would be better off alone. But that conviction crumbled in an instant. His life felt like a sinking ship, slowly drowning in a sea of despair. And in those moments, you pulled him back. With your extended hand, you saved him from ruin.
This time, he gave in to his ego. He accepted your hand, your warm embrace, and the kindness he had never felt before. In your presence, he found something he had lostâthe courage to face life, not with hatred, but with hope.
Now, Wirth lives happily with you. You are the one who changed everything. With you, he gazes at a beautiful sunset, realizing that life is not always about winning or losing, but about the people who stay by your side no matter what.
I knooow the Wirth one feels a bit lazy, Iâm really sorry!! Time was chasing me and I needed to finish it đđđ
Hi, I'm wondering if you could write me some Mashle x reader? (Any is fine! I kinda want Finn x reader) Oh could i be â anon?
WHAAAAAAAT?!
THE MASHLE FANDOM IS STILL ALIVE HERE?!?? OMGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
IâM OBSESSED WITH WIRTH AND AGITO!!!
I REALLY HOPE KOMOTO-SENSEI GIVES US A BONUS STORY OR A SEQUEL!!!
Iâm in the mood to write a love story 'short' fanfic about them (Mash, Lance, Dot, and Finn) angst, happy and romantic ahh 'short' fanfic
And to anon, Iâm really sorry!! I donât know what you mean by â anon!! Iâm still new to all these Tumblr slangs. Thank you for understanding!
ENJOYYYYY
Mash Burnedead:
You and Mash are true companions, close friends who have shared both joy and sorrow. In the journey of life, filled with storms and crashing waves, you are on the same ship, drifting through the trials of the world. Yet for Mash, none of it truly fazes him. Itâs not because heâs unshakable, but because he holds onto a simple truth: peace isnât a place without stormsâitâs being by the side of those he loves.
Mash may not fully understand the meaning of âpeaceâ in words. What he knows is that your presence, like the presence of his adoptive father, like the warmth of his friends, is the harbor that always soothes him. You, with every reassuring grip of your hand, every word of encouragement, have become the anchor that keeps his world steady, even when everything else seems to fall apart.
For Mash, peace is simpleâitâs your presence, your smile, your existence. In a world full of challenges and uncertainties, youâve become his home, his refuge. With you, heâs discovered that peace isnât a final destination, but the journey he takes with those he holds dear. You are his guiding star in the dark of night, a small light reminding him that he is never alone.
Lance Crown:
Your relationship with Lance is a story full of color, complex and never simple. There were times when you fought fiercely, like sworn enemies bent on bringing each other down. But at other times, without a word, you gazed into each otherâs eyes with a love so real it felt as though the world went silent, leaving only the two of you. Your love wasnât a sudden explosion but a gentle melody that grew over time. Step by step, you built something beautifulâa small family filled with wonder.
Lance never said it aloud, but when you walked down the aisle with his sister, tears fell from his eyes, unbidden. He saw the two people he cherished most in the world glowing with happiness. In the quiet of his heart, he wished time would stop. In that moment, all he wanted was to hold your hand like he once didâthe hand he had saved from danger, the hand he had always protected.
Now, years later, you sit together on your porch, reminiscing about the past and dreaming of the future. Your hand is still in hisâthe same hand he had clung to tightly when storms raged, the same hand he kissed with gratitude whenever the world felt too heavy. Thereâs joy in this simplicity, but also a bittersweet ache in the memories that come rushing back.
Dot Barret:
Dot was once known as the guy who wasâletâs be honestâa bit odd. Delusional, they said. But you? You didnât care. You saw something others couldnât. Whether your eyes were just too sharp or your heart too full of love, you saw a little spark inside him. And you? You were the wood. The moment you got close, that spark turned into a roaring flame. Everyone looked at the two of you like they were watching a romantic drama sprinkled with sitcom moments.
âShe loves me!â Dot would often shout to his friends, pounding his chest proudly. His friends? Theyâd just shake their heads. âDot, are you serious? You? Found love? Is this some kind of April Foolâs joke?â But you knew the love was real. And Dot? Sure, he mightâve been odd, but he was your kind of odd.
Fast forward a few years, who wouldâve thought Dot is now a dad! When was the last time he forgot to turn off the stove? Now, heâs busy trying to put out the metaphorical fires... in his kidsâ fiery personalities. Literally. His children inherited his blazing spirit, and, yeah, that often leaves Dot overwhelmed. Some nights, he slumps on the couch and sighs, âThese kids are just like me, but times ten! God, why does this have to happen to a handsome man like me?â But amidst all the chaos, you and Dot remain a flame that never goes out. Together, youâre a warm home, even when storms rage outside.
So, when was the last time you felt lucky to have Dot? Maybe when he forgot the groceries but came home with a plastic flower, saying, âThis is eternal love, just like mine for you.â Romantic? Maybe. Odd? Definitely. But you? You know this strong, wonderful man is yours forever.
Finn Ames:
Finn Ames, a boy once known as timid and tearful, grew up as a street kid wandering with his older brother. A harsh life taught him to always rely on his brotherâs protection, especially when he made mistakes or was scolded by others. The world seemed to solidify one fact: Finn was a burden. Thatâs what he believed, and thatâs what he despised about himself.
However, everything changed when he met people he came to call friendsâpeople who never mocked his weaknesses but accepted him for who he was. One of them was you. You, an absurd woman whose quirks seamlessly blended with those around you. But to Finn, your eccentricity was overshadowed by the love that, unbeknownst to him, had taken root in his heart. At first, Finn rejected those feelings outright. To him, they were nothing more than fleeting winds. You, with your kindness and strength, felt far beyond his reach. "How could someone like her ever love a crybaby like me?" he thought to himself over and over.
With all the guilt in his heart, Finn vowed never to be a burden again. He triedâhe truly didâto be more independent, stronger. But as if it were written in the stars, he continued to fail. He remained troublesome, clumsy, and just⌠himself. Yet you? You stayed by his side. Just like his friends, you never left him. You ate cream puffs with him, laughed with him at the beach, and studied with him as if all his flaws were just natural parts of life that didnât need fixing.
Until one day, Finn could no longer hold back his feelings. With a heart full of fear, he confessed his love to you. He had already prepared himself to be rejected, to be pushed away. To him, that was the price worth paying to finally reveal the truth he had buried for so long. But your response was far different from what he expected.
The world seemed to stop for a moment. His tears, which he had always considered a weakness, flowed freely. But this time, he wasnât crying out of fearâhe was crying out of happiness. That day, for the first time in his life, he felt completely accepted.
Years passed. Finn grew old with you by his side. You, the absurd woman who often made him laugh with the smallest things, became the center of his world. He often hugged you tightly, crying on your shoulder whenever life felt too overwhelming. But you never felt annoyed or burdened. Instead, you always returned his embrace, gently rubbed his back, and said softly, âItâs going to be okay. Iâm here, and weâll get through this together.â
Until the end of his life, Finn was grateful to have found you. You were a miracle in his hard and painful journey. And when death finally called him, he knew he was never alone, because you had made his lifeâs journey full of pure, everlasting love.
Note:
THANK YOU SO MUCH, EVERYONE! SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES OR ITâS NOT LORE-ACCURATE, REALLY SORRY I'M TRYING MY BEST!đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸
WAIT?! THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO STAN DANTE TOO?!? OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!
Yasssss
I just finished reading Inferno and Purgatorio! I'm thinking about continuing with Paradiso and La Vita Nuova 'cuz I'm so into Dante's love story with Beatrice (I legit cried reading about their love on Wiki)
Okay so I'm trying to write an x reader y know people like it, so why not?
Enjoy!!
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âWhat is going on here?!â you shouted, utterly confused. In front of your house were dozens of packages stacked up like a warehouse clearance sale, all addressed to you.
Your partner came running from the backyard, drenched in sweat from trimming the grass. Seeing the mountain of boxes, they froze in shock. âWhat did you order?!â they asked, panicked.
âMe?! I didnât order anything!â you shot back, glaring at them. âDonât tell me you ordered this?â
They shook their head frantically, shrugging with an expression of innocence. But then, a look of realization dawned on their face. They quickly pulled out their phone, scrolling through their online shopping app. Their face turned pale, their eyes wide in horror, as if they were the lead in a thriller movie.
âUh⌠I think I know what this isâŚâ they muttered, voice trembling.
They turned their phone toward you, showing a receipt for five super king-sized mattresses. Your eyes darted to the grand total, which looked large enough to fund a small village.
âFIVE MATTRESSES?!â you yelled, nearly dropping the package you were holding.
âUh⌠I kind of⌠fell asleep while using the app last night. I thought I only ordered oneâŚâ they admitted sheepishly, their face scrunched like a guilty kid caught sneaking cookies.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, fighting the urge to throw one of the mattresses at them. âFIVE MATTRESSES? Are you opening a mattress store or something?!â you barked.
They chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood. âUh, well⌠at least we wonât have to fight over bed space anymore, right?â
You stared at them for a long moment before responding with a calm yet icy tone, âYouâre right. We wonât be fighting over bed space. Because youâll be sleeping outside tonightâwith one of your brand-new mattresses.â
Hetem Mundi, once a thriving planet, had turned into a ravaged battlefield. Dust storms swept across the last bastion of humanity, where three heroes gathered to face the 31st assault of Chaos. The sight before them was nothing but ruinâdebris, the corpses of fallen comrades, and the lingering stench of death in the air.
Lago stood atop the fortress, gazing at the horizon with despair. "I doubt any help will come here..." he murmured softly, almost like a forgotten prayer. For weeks, they had called upon the Imperium, hoping for a rescue fleet to appear in orbit. But the sky remained empty, silent, as if mocking their hopes.
Absosin, known for his strength but also his impatience, stared at the stars with simmering rage. "Those damned high lords wonât bother sending help!" he roared, his voice seething with hatred. "They sit comfortably on other worlds, leaving us and our brothers to die here."
Riccael, ever the balancing force among them, approached Absosin and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Absosin, help will come. I know this is hard, but we must have faith."
Absosin glared at Riccael, his fists clenched so tightly that the sound of cracking joints could be heard. "Faith? Theyâve abandoned us here to die! This is nothing but a suicide!"
Lago descended from his post, approaching his comrades who were drowning in despair. "Brothers," he said quietly, his sharp eyes meeting Absosinâs, "stay calm. The three of us have been through much together. Whatever happens, weâll face itâtogether."
Absosin struggled to hold back his tears, but the bitter reality hit him hard. Even if they endured, what would it mean? "Iâm not sure Hetem Mundi will last another five days..." he whispered, looking up at the night sky, which seemed darker than ever.
Riccael sighed deeply, the same burden weighing on his heart. He knewâthis might all be destined to end. But they would not retreat. Not now.
Lago tried to inject courage into them. "Listen," he said, "we might not be able to save Hetem Mundi entirely. But we can save those still alive behind us. Every action we take, no matter how small, can change the future."
Those words left Absosin and Riccael silent. There was a warmth in Lagoâs words, as if he understood that their fight wasnât about total victory, but about sacrifice. The three embracedâa heavy embrace, full of the awareness that this might be their last.
That night, Absosin and Riccael carried out their final patrol. The once-lush forest was now a dead wasteland. They walked in silence until Riccael finally spoke, "I remember when we used to fish here." Absosin smiled faintly. "And you fell into the river because of that big fish," he replied, chuckling softly.
But their laughter was cut short by a massive explosion that shook the ground beneath their feet. One of the northern fortresses had been obliterated in an instant, collapsing the remaining defensive walls.
Absosin and Riccael rushed to the scene. When they arrived, they were met with a horrifying sight. Lagoâtheir loyal friendâlay lifeless. His body was torn in half at the waist, a victim of the devastating blast.
The two friends froze, their eyes fixed on Lagoâs corpse. There was no time to mourn, though their grief felt like a storm ready to explode. With trembling hands, Riccael draped Lagoâs body with the banner of the Imperium, a final act of respect.
"Now itâs our turn," Absosin said, his voice rigid as he suppressed his anger and sorrow. Before them, the forces of Chaos advancedâa million-strong horde ready to annihilate everything in its path.
Absosin raised his weapon, staring at the sea of enemies stretched out before him. "For the Emperor! For Hetem! For Lago!" he shouted, firing relentlessly, even as he knew his ammunition wouldnât last.
Riccael joined him, lifting his weapon. They both knew this was the end. But it was better to die here, with honor, than to flee and live in regret.
They stood firm, two small figures against the massive tide of Chaos, yet their bravery shone brighter than the stars in Hetem Mundiâs dark skies. In the end, it wasnât victory they sought, but sacrifice. Every second they fought was another second for those behind them to escape.
Suddenly I'm thinking about how devastating Dante Alighieri's love story is
He was very fond of Beatrice but he was already matched with others, rarely greeting Beatrice even being made fun by Beatrice's friends. I'm sure when Beatrice died Dante had lost his light. It's a got choice that I like him, in addition to his poems, he also has a heavy life and love story.
The gums under my lips are swollen for some reason today and it feels sore, luckily my school friend gave some tips to stop the pain and my chapped lips.
