If you're doing that ask meme... Yukino in c7 ?
star queen!!
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If you're doing that ask meme... Yukino in c7 ?
star queen!!
sapiosexual mineta please ? Thank you <3
well thats a wrap up folks! my blog was nice while it lasted
Toilet... toilet?
lmao ok i was waiting for the day someone was going to ask me about this
it’s a nickname for a friend! i give nicknames to anyone i’m close friends with on tumblr and use it in the tags of stuff i reblog i think they’d be interested in
nb Rogue in H2 👀
gender binary? never met her
I LOVE U
lol you love me???? name 5 of my worst text posts !
jxwelry replied to your post “The fact that Jellal has only four named spells and only three bases...”
hello fairytail-whathesays please write up spell ideas for jelly the fool
I can always count on you. Just from what I know about space and a short search about stars and shit, I came up with these:
If you're still doing it....Sorano/Kinana + Blush 👀
I’ve stared at this forever. Why not do it when I’m up way past my bedtime and trying to get to sleep. I think it’s canon-compliant for their first meeting but we all know I’m not actually reading the manga right now sooo...
When they first met, Kinana remembered little, just a tiny, pursed rosebud mouth and a dirty little body. She was all tears and struggles then, something a tiny snake knew little about. Then later laughs and anger, still struggling to grow from the muck.
But Kinana was bound to one human already, and that was enough. Snakes were simple creatures, and it wasn’t until she regained her human form her view of others changed for the better.
When they met a second time, years later, she was reminded of a rose just barely blooming. Then was a frantic time, full of war and battles, copper and crimson, lose and mourning. It was not the time to be thinking about a strange woman she’d met in the thick of fighting, even if it’d been during a lull.
Yet the woman carried the smell of Erik with her (the former form she held left her with a complex sense of smell far beyond the average human after all), and that made her chest ache and her throat long to ask inappropriate and hurried questions. But the moment passed, wafting along like the light, crisp floral scent of roses that faded with the lack of her presence.
When they met a third time, the woman had blossomed more, opening up vibrantly, clearly at ease in the company of her guildmates and relieve of that frown she’d been carrying before like the heaviest burden. There was a new twinkle to her eyes and Kinana wondered what it was.
Erik heard her, of course. They had their own little reunion, trading secret and silent glances that spoke over their years of separation like it’d been mere hours; that was the kind of bond they had, where time was no hindrance. A warm peace settled over her in the moment and she forgot the woman for a brief moment. It wasn’t long, but that was the longest her rose had left her thoughts.
When they met the only time that counted, Kinana hadn’t expected to stumble into her after a grueling double shift covering at the bar for Mira. She was clearly waiting, hands tucked behind her back and outfit more casual than provocative for once. Ebony eyes flickered up and a beautiful hue of pink crossed the bridge of her nose and flooded alabaster cheeks the pinkest of pinks. A rose in full bloom, hidden thorns, but an unmistakable breathtaking beauty nonetheless.
“Ah, hello?”
“Erik wanted me to give you these, the lazy loser,” she remarked haughtily, still blushing and dark eyes trained on the ground as she produced a bouquet of roses from behind her back, “He said... they’re your favorites. Roses, I mean.”
“Um, thank you,” a least one type of rose was her favorite but leave it to Erik to be vague; he was probably having a good chuckle at their expense. “I do love love watching beautiful things bloom... you’re so beautiful, my rose.”
Heart-stopping, she felt that icy dread that wash from top to bottom at the slip. Maybe Sorano hadn’t heard it...?
Sorano gave a snort-wheeze, composure broken and admitted weakly, “So it’s okay I’ve been referring to you as little lilac? No wonder Erik was being such an ass. We’re both a pair of smitten morons and that snake knew it from the start.”
“He’s like that sometimes.”
“Try all the time. I should tell you some embarrassing stories about what he’s been up to... in revenge.”
Kinana gave a laugh that was less cute and more evil, “I’m sure we can think up something more appropriate for Mr. Matchmaker.”
“I knew I liked you.”
Ever did smth else happen after that...U weren't disrespectful at all I'm sorry you don't deserve any of this 💕💕
thank you so much for looking out for me, jaya…i’m just so damn tired of all of this…all i wanted was for the sexualization of mlm relationships to end, and now i’m being told i’m not a “real” LGBT+ person and to kill myself for pointing out that’s bad. i can’t. i just can’t. i don’t understand how people think anon hate is okay, especially death threats. what would happen if i actually killed myself?? then what?? stupid fucking anons are goddamn cowards who don’t realize what they’re saying could end the life of a REAL person. i may act like i’m fine w/ all this, but i’m not. and i’m EVEN MORE not okay with the fact my FRIENDS are getting them too.
just drop it. everyone drop it. we’re done. we’ve realized that apparently LGBT+ people can’t stick up for themselves ever without feeling threatened, invalidated, and unsafe. apparently popularity and sex wins over being respectful human beings.
(sorry, jaya, i just needed to get this out somehow)