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They are plotting and scheming for a Halloween group-costume. Gajeel suggested mecha.

Juvia says Wizard of Oz.

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Even by Juvia’s standards, she had awoken late today - nearly noon when she’d been jolted awake by one of the cats.

Dark, gloomy clouds aside, the sky was also lit up by the cracks of lightning. A cozy day, even if a little depressing. Some candlelight can always fix that.

What had been a pleasant surprise was the sound of children in the neighbourhood outside, playing in the rain, laughing along with the thunderclap.

Inspired & perhaps even rejuvenated  by their energy, Juvia spent her early afternoon preparing a warm drink to share at the guild, to whoever decided to come out on a day such as this.

Notably, when she arrived to the guild hall, Juvia was perfectly dry. There was no evidence that she'd ever travelled in a storm. She had begun to hand out cups of hot chocolate, and when Gajeel steps out of the way, she's able to spot Laxus, who is sitting off to the side - unaccompanied by his friends today. Perhaps that’s how she’d missed him initially. 

But Juvia is no stranger to being alone. She’d learned some valuable things during that time - mainly, to assess those around her.

People who choose to sit alone don’t typically do so to invite company. Some years ago, this would have stopped her. Today, she shakes the feeling off. Besides, she would not bother him for long. Juvia is excellent at two things in this life time: water magic, and reading the room.

With one metal container in each hand, Juvia gently sets both atop the table as she comes around to approach Laxus.

“Laxus, would you like some hot chocolate? I made it from scratch, and it’s fresh.” Her voice is soft, but still audible.

“And, if you care for it, there are two. One is mixed with some bourbon. The other is child-friendly.” She gives him her best smile, despite feeling a bit awkward for it.

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Elbows were placed above harsh wooden surface of the table in front of him, creating a comfortable position for his broad structure to rest. A heavy exhalation transpired through his nostrils, as complexions of orange would scrutinize the sight beyond the window by his side. Dampness had engulfed the scenery, as liquid substance that had morphed into droplets was occupying the landscapes of Magnolia. There sound of nature taking place was enough to provide relaxation and comfort, if more so. Besides, he was graced with a rarity of a situation --- to find the clamorous premises of Fairy Tail in such placidness. Seemingly, a sufficient number of his fellow allies was absent from the Guild. Even the Raijinshuu were nowhere to be seen.

Regardless, he would sit by himself away from those who are still present in said building; in a way to eschew interaction and enjoy some tranquility.

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Barbie Movie tickets for Phantom buddies

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babygirl i’ve misread social cues you can’t even imagine

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me: *entire face is red* what are u talking about i’m not embarrassed

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Our muses are sparring and my muse ends up on top of yours, pinning them down. Send me  ❝ Looks like you won. ❞ for my muse’s reaction.

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what do you mean Just Standing There Ominously doesn’t count as socializing

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Not so subtle, Rayne snapped a photo of the man sitting across the cafe. He had enough distant features that certain alarm bells went off in her head, leaving her with a hunch she wanted answered. Quickly the photo was sent to her sister, with a follow up text: This is your ex right?

♡ @quiiscnt

Initially, Juvia freezes at the notification. Ex? Which ex? Most of them are just awful, and it triggers her fight or flight response, especially considering that there is a photo attached.

And the fact that Rayne took the risk of snapping a picture?!  Juvia decides to brace herself as she quickly opens the message.

The knot in her stomach eases up as she sees that it's just Totomaru. The only one who didn't ruin her. The tension almost instantly leaves her body, but as she zooms in to get a better look, her cheeks and ears begin to heat up. He has less of a youthful face now, it's lost all boyish features it once had. He's aged well.

✉ Recipient: Rayne 💙 [6:29 PM]: omg Totomaru? [6:29 PM]: that's not fair! he looks so handsome! [6:30 PM]: HE HAS A DRAGON TATTOO ON HIS ARM! [6:30 PM]: ugh... go tell him hi for me? i don't think he knows about you yet, so this could be fun

Dang it. Well, that's her loss for breaking up with him.

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㋡🥀

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HEADCANON: MIDNIGHT’S MANDATORY THERAPY SESSIONS

As per the conditions of Crime Sorciere’s pardon ( reference here ), Midnight is, like all of them, to attend therapy sessions - both as a type of service to help rehabilitate him and to ensure that he isn’t a danger to himself or society.

These sessions are scheduled bi-weekly, at first. Mostly due to his lack of cooperation. He straight up refused to speak during his first few sessions. Midnight is not someone who knows how to suffer in any way other than in silence. However, he is also being forced to talk about his issues. To help him come to terms with everything, and to cope with the changes ( which Midnight is notoriously terrible at handling ).

At the same time, Midnight is very adamant that he is not a victim, he is a survivor. He’s a brilliant person; he knows that therapy is inescapable, especially if he wants the freedom he deeply craves. And that includes the freedom of his own mind.

Midnight ends up going through six entire psychiatrists before finally finding one he clicked with: an older man, with silver hair.

It took several months for it to dawn on him, that the therapist he was able to open up to, loosely resembles Brain. A disturbing discovery, but he could see himself making progress - slowly, but surely.

His sessions have now moved to being scheduled once a month; and after his four years in the reintegration program were completed, he continues to see his therapist.

Throughout the span of the four years, he does begin to see improvements in his sleeping patterns in particular, and the night terrors have lessened.

However, he still struggles to apply the tools given to him by his doctor. Though he continues to struggle with making human connection, and continues to be an anxious-attachment-type ( to Oracion Seis in particular ), he better understands how to handle himself in the occasion that he is triggered, or that his anger flares up.

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Out of context discord starters

“I’m this close to starting a forest fire.”

“I also committed murder.”

“We weren’t even mad about the serial killer part it was the lack of self care.”

“Kids are like cats, you let them mug you and they never leave.”

“Stomach acid is spicy people juice.”

“Mom said it’s my turn on the corruption arc.”

“I’m American but it’s satire.”

“I thought being sacrificed like Isaac would be a much bigger problem when I was a kid.”

“Shut up and drink your bone juice.”

“Do you think fish need to drink water?”

“What if trauma had a status effect?”

“What is a man but a miserable pile of pasta?”

“I’m a human cat stand and that’s my dream.”

“Normally this is my good Christian home… But I will make an exception.”

“It’s a victimless crime ‘cause they’re dead now.”

“I need you to get into at least one physical fight for me. This is so important, please, it’s all I ask.”

“I don’t think we can romanticize our way out of this one, boys.”

“My friendship is an ARG.”

“Are any of us winning, son?”

“Can I at least die twice?”

“Stabbing me with a fork is not a girlboss move.”

“The friendship express is one way ticket only.”

“My ego is inflatable like a bouncy castle.”

“I gave you a fruit tray and you betrayed me.”

“Wow no one is committing murder, I guess I have to do it.”

“That’s the bad thing about life. Spiders can be anywhere.”

“Onions don’t make you cry if you already sobbed today.”

“Did you just promote yourself to God?”

“Wouldn’t it be fucked up if these were knives?”

“I AM the gender envy.”

“He’s not the best- let me reiterate, I’d literally like to kill him- but…”

“She did kinda just get killed so maybe she wasn’t okay.”

“Oh no I haven’t talked about myself in 2 minutes.”

[ID: a purple and star covered DNI banner that reads: Proshippers & yandere blogs DNI]

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modern shop au for midnight

&. @aitheros

⋆ Midnight was the cringey nickname he sneakily gave to himself when he was ten years old ( he alleged that his friends call him Midnight... to get everyone to call him Midnight ).

⋆ As a younger kid, he had a tough childhood, and with trauma came insane difficulties with sleeping. He would have night terrors, then refuse to sleep at night, which led to insomnia and mild hallucinations. It was a vicious cycle.

⋆ As he got older, Lachlan ( who prefers to go by his middle name, Macbeth ) began to research scientific methods to try and help himself get better rest, as he eventually developed full-blown insomnia as a young adult. The research fascinated him, so he chose to pursue therapy as a career, where he would eventually focus on hypnotherapy to address subconscious issues interfering with sleep.

⋆ He is playing around with the idea of going back to school to become a sleep technologist.

⋆ People in his field encourage him to try working with kids, but he's simply not comfortable with it... He's never vibed well with kids. He worries that he may be too direct while talking to children.

send an au, i'll come up with ideas for it.

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tiktok star au for gajeel

&. @aitheros

⋆ Gajeel blew up from building himself a really pretty matte black PC.

⋆ His schtick continues to be PC-building.

⋆ He collaborates with Natsu and Sting a lot, just joining in on their content, or including them in his.

⋆ He eventually builds PCs for his friends with special towers that he customizes for them himself, either on live or posts progress.

⋆ He went viral again for building someone a Hello Kitty-themed PC.

⋆ He is part of himbotok because of the shit he says when he talks. Most of his videos therefore have no dialogue, just music.

send an au, i'll come up with ideas for it.

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*don't stop me now by queen plays as i lay bleeding to death in walmart*

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HEADCANON: DESCENDANT OF OCEANIDS .

Juvia is not entirely human, but she is closer to mortal than to Oceanid.

To excel at water magic is one thing, but to excel at such a young age, and to influence the rain-clouds themselves is another thing entirely. And that’s not including Juvia’s resilience. She just refuses to die.

It is said that Juvia’s great-great-grandmother wasn’t a human. That she had always resided by the sea, and in fact, her great-great-grandfather had left his life behind to be with her. And one day, she had vanished. No one around knew a thing about her, or her family. But she’d had peculiar things about her, and even stranger needs - that tipped her grandfather off that his fiancee may not be human.

He never got any confirmation, nor did he ever hear of his beloved again. That beach had always been said to be guarded by the Oceanids.

The water-boon was said to skip a generation. And so, her grandfather had been born with the gift before Juvia herself.

A watered-down version of the blessing, but to be fair, there was a number of generations before her.

TLDR; here are some of Juvia’s unique benefits:

⋆ Increased constitution; hence why she has survived brutal injuries and severe blood loss. It is safe to assume that she will live up to be quite old. ⋆ A ‘sixth sense’; Juvia feels wrong in her body when danger is around the corner, but she never knows the source why. ⋆ She can influence the rainfall via her explosive emotions. Juvia has had trouble regulating her emotions for most of her life ( for most of her childhood and teen years ), and whenever she’s depressed or angry, she will cause an involuntary rain. ⋆ Water rejuvenation: soaking in water ( salt water for best results ) both relaxes her and makes her feel recharged - although it does nothing to help speed up her healing ( though Juvia does recover quite well ). ⋆ Proficiency at casting water-body. ⋆ Juvia very rarely scars. Her only scars are from very deep wounds which took much longer to heal and mend the skin-tissue ( example: she has a large scar just above her abdomen, below her chest after the war ). Other than that, her skin is mostly very glowy.

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It was almost a shame (in his opinion) that their position and the darkness prevented her from seeing the amused triumph he felt at her frustrated whisper, and the way she once again admitted her opinion of her professor. Satisfaction was a slight smirk and a soft, smug sound. Truly, he did understand her need to correct the woman, so his agreement was a low, brief hum behind his lips. He then frowned at her sudden little movement, not entirely sure what she was up to with it. She was a strange one, that was for sure.

He unwound her hair from around his finger, only to twirl it around once more and repeat the process. Even if it wasn’t his own hair he was playing with, the action was still…relaxing. Had his other hand been free, he would have started to braid her hair.

Silence slipped between them for several long moments, and while it wasn’t uncomfortable, he rather hoped she hadn’t fallen asleep. Her giggles brought a small, reflexive smile to him, pleased for the time being that he wasn’t alone in the dark.  He rolled his eyes at her words, despite the fact she couldn’t see the expression, it was simply habit.

He found himself trying to imagine a younger Juvia, one trying to give gifts to the boys she liked. What was it she liked about them? He was mildly curious, yet the concept of someone openly showing their affections in such a way entered his mind and was too off putting for him to entertain for too long. His features scrunched slightly and he gave a low, unimpressed ‘hmm’ in response to the thought. Even the idea of giving gifts to friends was not one he could fully grasp.

Her reassurance that he would be receiving a box from her gave him pause. It wasn’t surprise at the implication that she considered them friends that halted him (because he wasn’t surprised), but more that he couldn’t quite decipher the emotions that sprung at her words. There was something uncomfortable about receiving gifts (he hadn’t exactly received many over his lifetime, perhaps that was it), but the thought that there would be a box specifically for him was…nice.

Discomfort caused him to shift slightly on the bed, instincts telling him to move yet also being wary of losing the warmth of his current position. In a sort of compromise, he rolled onto his back, arms encircling her to keep her close against his side.

He frowned, another thought poking at the edges of his mind, reluctantly (and pushed by curiosity) slipping through. “…does this mean I have to get something for you too?”

The frivolous rules of Love Day would never normally dictate to him, but he didso dislike feeling like he owed anyone anything, so if Juvia gifted him something…he would have to return the favour (but there was no rule saying he had to give her something she would actually like, right? If he instead gave her something he wanted…it could be a win-win situation for him).

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 Gajeel arches a brow leaning back into his seat with crossed arms. A call and response? He thinks he understands what she’s trying to say - even if he himself cannot relate.

Because to him, it would simply be a matter of memorization - training the ear or whatever they say.

“Well, hey. You do yer thing, For the record, I definitely knew something was off the second that note was a bit too low-pitched.” He says, for good measure.

Evidently, Olexa is absolutely managing to tune it properly, and making much quicker progress than he was.

“Thanks again, Olexa,” he responds as he takes the guitar back, and he tries again. 

After playing a series of notes ( an entire bridge’s-worth ), Gajeel smiles, content. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about, baby!” And another set of notes - from the top.

“Hey - y’should grab your violin. Play with me,” he suggests.

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♫ ❚❙❘ In all the chatter that fills the echoing guild hall, she could always pick out any time music started to play. Usually it was Mira, but Olexa could tell the second the guitar started playing who it belonged to. Her interest was instantly peeked, it had been a while since she had heard him play.

     Slowly she pulled away from the group she was with the inch closer to the stage. Wanting to listen in. However once the off tune strums hit her ears she found her self offering to fix it.

     ❝I don't think it's memorizing the pitch...❞ Gently she took the instrument from him. Her fingers trailing the neck as if she was admiring it before settling in position at the top. Soft hums leaving her lips after a few plucks of the strings. Twisting the nobs until her hums and the strokes matched. ❝Its more like a call and response.❞

     ❝He-here!❞ After hitting a few cords Olexa held the guitar back out to him. Remaining in her spot instead of returning to her original seat. Without saying she was waiting to hear him test it out and play himself.