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rivendell101 replied to your post:Attention!

Aww, it’ll be sad to see you go! This was one of the first blogs I followed!

sorry!! :’( although i’m not really going anywhere, i’ll still be around to talk to on other blogs!!!!

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Attention!

This might come off to some of you as a hasty decision, and it probably is, but I’ve decided to leave this blog

It’s not a hiatus, it’s a shut down

Now, I’ll keep the blog alive for personal resource reasons, but it won’t be active.

I’m not taking any questions about this. Thanks!

Buuuuuut if you really feel the need to keep in contact, follow me at my personal or my nalu blog

It’s been rad~!

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their elements get kind of wacked out when they’re flustered and it results in a lot of steam when holding hands or kissing

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“Don’t pretend like you don’t know how sexy you are~! I'll have to start keeping an eye on you- I'm very posessive y'know.”

#anybody who says lucy heartfilia isn't a turn-on is a liar

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" So I'm a Turn-On?~ " Mischievous smile were now on her lips, now embracing him from behind. " Then what about kisses? scratches?~"

“Kisses, always. But scratches...” He swallows, images of Lucy raking her fingers down his back and leaving bright red ribbons on his skin flashing quickly through his skull.

“....Well, we’ll just have to see, huh?”

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This tells me otherwise

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VORE XD because of Fukuro

NO WAY | MEH | NOT BAD | MMM | YEAH BABY | FUCK YES RIGHT NOW

PLEASE  R E C O N S I D E R

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lucy

NO WAY | MEH | NOT BAD | MMM | YEAH BABY | FUCK YES RIGHT NOW

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Natsu Dragneel in Fairy Tail Series 2 Episode 63–For netsudragneel

“i’ll definitely find them! Don’t underestimate a dragon’s nose.”

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Send me one guess and I’ll rate it:

NO WAY | MEH | NOT BAD | MMM | YEAH BABY | FUCK YES RIGHT NOW

Guess my muse's turn-ons

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He sniffles, rolling on his side and sitting up. Toughen up, he thinks as he wipes his nose on his sleeve. His eyes are red and looking somewhere far away.

“Lucy, did I do something wrong?” He asks vacantly. “If not, why do the important people in my life keep disappearing....?”

The boy puts his head in his hands and rubs his eye sockets until spots dance before his vision.

“... I don’t understand, really. You’re the one consistent element I have in my life...” It takes a moment of dreary silence, but slowly, he looks back up to her, something like inspiration or hope in a tiny smile he wore.

“But you’re no consolation prize, y’know? If you’re the only good thing to ever happen to me, then I can never be sad for too long!”

“ You sure? “ Even if she was allowed to stay, she stood in the same place, listening and looking at him carefully. She didn’t even care if he was weak, if he was strong, she only wanted him to be sincere with his own feelings. For her, he was still her hero.

Right hand tried to reach his back, stopping at the mention of his father’s searching. Lucy bit her lower lip, choosing to kneel before the bed instead. It was better to just listen and be there, of course she didn’t have something to cheer him up but to stay. She didn’t know that kind of pain, yet she knew how loneliness felt.

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Yes. He does want to be alone. It wasn’t about if Lucy was there or not to support him, it was how he wanted to curl up and hide- and he didn’t want Lucy to see him like that. 

“No. Stay with me.”

At the end of the day, Lucy was good for him. And even though it was painful to have her near right now, he would thank himself later.

“...It’s unjust.” He starts, biting his lip. “I only had him for a moment. It took ten years to find him and only ten minutes to lose him again-” His voice breaks. The boy grits his teeth as his hand grips a fistful of Lucy’s blanket. He feels like a kid again, and not in a nostalgic sense.

She listened intently, nodding at his words while fingertips tried to tangle with his. Eyes widened as he escaped from her arms, blinking in confusion. Well, she could understand it, too. He was too tired and too overwhelmed by those thoughts.

Lucy looked away for a few seconds, holding her urge to lay down with him. It was an habit to count on the other when something bad was happening, even if it was even harder for Natsu.

“ … Do you want to be alone for awhile? “

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He rubs her hand, not sure how he would continue. “Not... Not so well....” Bringing her fingertips to his lips, he is suddenly very uncomfortable having her touching him. “I have a lot of regrets, as it turns out. Forgiving yourself is harder than I thought-”

Natsu worms his way out of her arms and flops face-first onto the bed, groaning loudly. Troublesome tears prick into his eyes. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“ I’m okay with it. I have no regrets, so I’m keeping my notes to Mom and Dad. “ Actually she was dealing with it better than him. Those days were hard for them both, yet Lucy was always keeping an eye on him.

“ Now, tell me. How are you holding up? “

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Why does Natsu have a Caitshelter emblem where his FT mark should be?

[SPOILER ALERT]

Natsu and Co. were going to arrive at Caracall Island in order to refill fuel and food and the like but spotted hostile military company from the continent Aracitacia (Bad Guys) and needed to quickly come up with a story bc they didn’t want those people to know that they’re from FT bc everyone. hates them. So (somehow) they covered up their guild marks in order to fool the silly tin people guarding the island’s harbor but they screwed that all up right away now didn’t they

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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hell ye

hell ye

hell ye

h e l l   Y E

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“ Shut it, Natsu. ” She leans her forehead against his back, sighing at the end. Maybe she couldn’t smell tears, yet she knew him enough to know when he could struggle with his own feelings.

He sighs deeply, only now noticing that he was holding his breath.

“How are you holding up.” A status report from her was vital before he could let himself break down. Holidays like these were hard on them both.