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[sweetmemories2606]

GW 2022-Day 5:Unwavering (Poetry)

These are the poems I have written for my one shot, Our Whole Lives. In the story, Gray decides to write to Juvia as his answer after the war. 

Prepare to be amazed by his secret ability with words. 😂😏

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A Collection of Poetry (From Gray Fullbuster to Juvia Lockser)

I'm sorry that this sucks and doesn't compare at all with the romantic confessions you've read before.

I hope that you enjoy it anyways.

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Defenceless

You doubted my love so that left me with no other choice,

Ezra convinced me to do this, so let her know if you don't like it.

I'm not exactly the creative type but I'm trying to be the a romantic guy,

To have you call yourself mine makes me so proud I can't deny.

Still can't believe that you chose me, but you've always shown me,

That love requires no sense, as it pierces through every defence.

I remember you celebrate every anniversary, be it the first day or 413th,

So let me take you out for some caramade franks, down by the river bank,

Hopefully that will show you and everyone that I'm serious since I know you.

You need an answer and that's okay, this is why I'll give you these poems today,

I want you to understand that I'll always be here to hold your hand,

Through good and tough times, even when I'd rather hit rewind,

Like during that long mission when Carla had that horrifying vision.

Thankfully you're alright now, so I will try not to worry about it, somehow.

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Unconditional

You are constant rain and I fickle snow,

Unready to love I could not let go

Of fear and sorrow that I would lose you

But now I want to move on and choose you.

You won me over with a simple scarf,

A precious gift that opened up my heart.

Ur once told me that love is sacrifice;

For you I will break down those walls of ice,

And let myself be yours, no condition,

though to be deserving is my mission.

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Predictable

Opposites attracting in a predictable twist,

yet somehow I could not resist,

Your persistent love and affection.

We have an inexplicable connection,

There is no point in trying to deny

Not after I've been forced to watch you die.

Though I'm haunted by crippling fear,

I'll try to disregard it and just be here,

To love and support you however you need,

Hoping I'll never again have to watch you bleed.

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Much more

I never thought that

I could write anything, but

then I met you and

found out I can be much more,

than Fairy Tail's lost ice mage.

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Undone

I have always been,

too icy for my own good,

Closed to everyone,

Until that day, I met you.

You smiled and I came undone.

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BONUS!!

I also wrote a poem describing Gray and Juvia’s love story. 💙

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Unconventional

He had convinced himself he liked the cold,

While she spent years wanting to feel warm.

When they met, his heart was closed,

But she broke down those walls like a storm.

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He gave her the chance to see the sun,

and she reminded him of the beauty of ice.

Together they learned how to have fun,

But also the meaning of sacrifice.

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She helped him overcome the pain,

Of losing his parents and master,

While he chased away the rain,

That had made her life an endless disaster.

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One day their story would be told,

Of a man refusing to conform,

A woman eager to be bold,

And the everlasting love that was born.

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Though he rejected her once,

He gave his life for her twice

And even if it meant losing everyone

For him she was willing to pay any price.

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They were linked by a silver chain,

When an enemy managed to distract her,

For a moment they lost each other again,

But this deadly spell led to happiness ever after.

[hmtaxidermy]

Two-faced

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One of my friend’s bones I cleaned! This lil guy was caught in a forest fire postmortem, and has become one of the coolest skulls I’ve cleaned.

[tedzyrotten]

sulfur jumpscare

[klqrambles]

I love my silly guyes

[andyzambie]

Allen⭐

[usakofashion]

Sailor Moon Episode 91 - The Rod of Love is Born! Usagi’s New Transformation

[guy60660]

Daniel Benneworth-Gray | Print

[sminny-wew]

Celebrating Aro Week by reposting OCs from a fairytale-centric story idea I've had for years

[L-R from the top: Rouge Maynard and Lowell Faelad, Nico Burattino, Ondine Lille, Jack Spriggins and Ramir Charmant, Chione Snowdrop, and Fortunata de Carabas]

[pro-xy]

Okay, this has been nagging me for 6 episodes now. Do you think the color choice of their clothes has a deeper meaning?

[sweetmemories2606]

GW 2022-Day 5: Unwavering (Story)

I was in the mood for some poetry so came up with this amusing and endearing idea. Imagine if Gray had actually written something for her, Juvia would die from happiness. 😂

Happy New Year everyone! May 2023 be the most inspiring and exciting year yet! 💙

Title: Our Whole Lives

Summary: Prompted by Erza, Gray decided to write a collection of poetry as his answer to Juvia. Though there was no doubt in anyone’s mind about how he felt, he still didn’t believe he deserved to love and be loved by her. (Post-Alvarez) (includes minor GrayLu and GaJuvia Brotp) 

Timeline: Alvarez Arc

Word Count: 2200

Link: Fanfiction.Net

Sneak Peek 1:

Gajeel sat at his usual table with Levy and Juvia. The three of them were chatting about the couple's latest mission when she spotted Gray approaching them.

A smile immediately lit up Juvia's face and she waved at the ice mage, who also smiled, though rather nervously.

Gajeel rolled his eyes. "What does he want?"

"Be nice." Levy warned.

Juvia stood just before Gray had reached the table. "Morning, darling. How did you sleep?"

"I slept alright, thanks."

Gajeel noticed he was holding something. An envelope. He wondered what that might be.

Juvia beamed. "Isn't it a lovely morning today?"

"Sure." There was no denying the ice mage's anxiousness. Gajeel didn't like that one bit. Narrowing his eyes, he inquired; "Is there a reason you're at the guild so early?"

"You're not usually up yet at this hour." Levy remarked.

"Well, I've been waking up a lot earlier recently." Gray told them, and the way he glanced softly at Juvia, who smiled knowingly, left no doubt in Gajeel's mind of the reason why.

"I see." Levy grinned.

"Hey, do you think I could speak to you?" The ice mage took Juvia's hand.

"About what?" Gajeel inquired, but was ignored.

"Of course." She nodded and let him take her away from the table, towards the entrance to the guild hall.

Before they were too far, Gajeel warned. "You better not disappoint me, Fullbuster."

Gray stopped and looked at him, his expression showing a strong resolve. "I won't."

Sneak Peek 2:

Juvia let him guide her outside the guild, towards the river. Once they stood by its edge, Gray nervously scratched his throat.

"So, I have something for you."

Her eyes were drawn to his free hand where he held an envelope. Curiosity bubbled inside her. "What is it?"

"Do you remember when we spoke before the war?"

"Of course." Heart racing, Juvia started to piece together where this was going. Could this be the moment she had always dreamed of?

"I promised you that I would give my answer once the war was over." Gray remarked, squeezing her hand as he gazed at her determinedly.

"Yes, but there is no rush." Juvia smiled gently.

"I've kept you waiting long enough." He gave her the envelope and Juvia let go of his hand to hold it. Something told her this was the most precious thing he had ever given her.

"Erza suggested I could write to you." Gray explained. "I know how much you enjoy reading, so I tried my best."

"Thank you." Juvia was at a loss on what to say. This was so unexpected; nothing like she had imagined. She felt overwhelmed but also ecstatic knowing what awaited inside the envelope.

"Well, I'll let you be." With one last nervous look, Gray left her. Her gaze followed him as he disappeared inside the guild. Then, once he was gone, her attention returned to the envelope.

Juvia sat on the grass, opened it and took out the carefully folded piece of paper. She began to read, and as she carried on, her heart swelled with adoration and pride.

[tiilting-at-wiindmills]

redid the coloring on the basil/dorian drawing bc i felt like it was sloppy this is much better

[survivoirs]

I know why I like Lucius Spriggs. He gives me similar joy that Jaskier does.

[avenger-hawk]

Do you guys know manga with a trait similar to kishi? maybe with some characters wearing yukata or modern clothes or even yaoi-ish, but all I can think about has a too different style. thanks

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[comfortless]

in my pottery class thinking abt how much i would rather be painting with König rn pleading emoji btw

lele you are in my head always.. König being artsy..? awkward, spontaneous infatuation developing over sharing portraits of each other? yes yes… 💞

There’s a new man in your class that you have never seen before, not around the rest of the community center. The perplexing titan has chosen to take up painting, of all things, and you wonder as he steps through the threshold of the door how he will ever even be able to hold a brush without the wood splintering in those massive hands.

Painting is calming, gentle most of the time. Only, he embodies that feeling of a failed brush stroke, an accidental tilt of your wrist leaving a swirl of mottled colors that would take far longer to fix than it could ever be worth. Dark, dreary and tense as he seats himself directly next to you.

His creations are dark things, abstract shapes of gray and maroon; red lightning and murky sea. Each dip of pigment glistening off of your own brush leads to softer scenes; poppies and silhouettes of sweet creatures grazing and basking beneath the amber rays of a sun hanging lofty upon the canvas. Gentle things to warm a heart where as his own are to expel something from a chest wound, infected and bursting.

He takes note of your bewildered stares, two weeks after his joining, and even makes a point to place himself at the back of the room, far enough away to keep you from seeing the quivering of his wrist as he paints a new apocalypse. A mercy or an insult, you couldn’t be certain.

When the time comes to create a portrait of one of the other participants, you approach him without thought. “We can paint each other,” you offer, voice like a bowstring. He only nods, once, and allows you into the space adjacent to him as he shifts his long limbs beneath the table in an attempt to accommodate you.

Just mercy, it was, then.

König isn’t talkative, even as you pester over details and ask him to tilt his head a certain way just to ensure you’ve picked the perfect placement for one of the rogue freckles dotting his cheek. He complies with a wide-eyes stare, one that leaves you feeling a strange mixture of curious and uncomfortable. Each time you look up, you notice that the gaze hasn’t lessened, it only proves to be more incessant and intense.

You show him his portrait; attention drawn to the eyes, each fleck of fluorescent light painted in them with the same color used for the pale white of his scars. This is one to be proud of, a certain reverence to the piece that you’ve lacked entirely in your painted fields of little white and gray blotted sheep.

His version of you is a splash of dandelion yellow, flecks of pink in a sea of black. There’s no face to be seen, but it is beautiful in its simplicity. You marvel at it, holding the canvas up to the light and your eye catches on something— buried just below the still-drying paint, a small scrawling of your name in the shimmering gray of pencil lead. You almost think you can make out the shape of a small heart somewhere in that mess of cheap acrylic, too, before the piece is gently tugged from your hands.

“It needs to dry,” he tells you, casually discarding it back onto the wooden table and examining your depiction of himself instead.

You watch as his eyes seem to light up, that weariness within them suddenly gone as his stare drifts from top to bottom of your canvas. You know that you’ve done well, with a certainty when his focus shifts back to you and a barely-there smile is tugging at his lips.

He tells you that he can not paint anything like you, and when you ask him just what that means, he only tells you that you’re just too pretty. The reality is obvious— his hands shake, but only around you. You’ve seen him nodding along to something the instructor says to him as the older man leans over the table to inspect his art, and König has only seemed stiff, unbothered.

There’s a cup of chamomile tea prepared for him the next time he enters the room and you’re nothing but demure smiles and sweet greetings as König takes the space next to you once more.

It’s just as he’s taking a sip that you decide to innocently ask: “Have you ever painted anyone nude?”

He sputters for a moment, trying to conceal the rising tide of crimson that creeps up from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as he turns away from you.

“Nein, but I would like to try.”

[firstdivisiongirl]

If I could may I please request a Law x reader? Where reader is really creative and artsy, they love doodling on Law or coloring/decorating his tattoos

Hey there. This was a really cute idea. I can't even begin to explain how much I liked your idea. I'm really happy you brought this request to me. I hope you enjoy it!

Law x Reader: Adding Color to His World

Law didn’t see life in color.  He could see colors, but to him, everything was mundane and simple.  You, on the other hand, saw the color in everything.  Everything to you was bright and complex.  That is what made you two such a good team.  You balanced each other out.

As an artist and the Heart Pirates’ painter, you were in charge of any repairs to the exterior paint of the Polar Tang, as well as the interior.  And let’s just say since you came on the ship, the Polar Tang was a lot more colorful.  And Law loved that about you.  He loved that you brought color to this mundane world, like Corazon did.  You two got close and love blossomed.

That led you to where you were now.  The two of you sat on the deck of the Polar Tang.  The sun was shining and the sky was a beautiful light blue shade, very few clouds.  He was sitting there on a lawn chair, relaxing and reading a medical book.  Suddenly, he noticed that you were doing something to his arms and shoulders.  He looked down at you.  You had all of your markers and you were coloring in his tattoos.  You were were very focused.

“Why are you coloring my tattoos?  You have canvas and paper,” he asked, looking down at you perplexed.  You looked up with a smile.

“Because I think you need a little color in them.  It’s boring to just have boring black tattoos,” you replied before going back to focus on your art project.

“Is there a reason for each color?”

“Of course!  They represent everyone.”

“Everyone?”

“Yeah.  All the people who love you.”

You explained to him how each color was for a different member.  You colored in one gear yellow and the other orange to represent Ikakku and Penguin who had hats with those colors on them.  You colored the one heart on his shoulder blue, which was Bepo’s favorite color.  The other heart was pink, which was the color of Corazon’s shirt he always wore.  The heart on his chest you colored in red because you loved him and you wore red the day you met him.  Since day one, you added color into his world.  And he knew, he wanted nothing to do with gray anymore.

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