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Barbie Movie tickets for Phantom buddies

#c'mon barbie let's go party / #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ VISAGE: JUVIA. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ VISAGE: GAJEEL.

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

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ ABOUT: GAJEEL. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ ABOUT: JUVIA.

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

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ HEADCANON: TOTOMARU. #its Him /

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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.

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ PROMPTS.

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

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ ABOUT: GAJEEL. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ ABOUT: MIDNIGHT.

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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.

#quiiscnt #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ IN CHARACTER: JUVIA. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ V. POST WAR. #HEEHEHE /

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㋡🥀

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ AES: TOTOMARU.

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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.

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ HEADCANON: MIDNIGHT.

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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.

#ouuuu i havent had a chance to develop midnight's place in this verse much ! / #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ HEADCANON: MIDNIGHT.

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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.

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ HEADCANON: GAJEEL.

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

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ ABOUT: GAJEEL.

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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.

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ HEADCANON: JUVIA. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ META. #im choosing to explain away why/how juvia Won't Die and why she could make it rain even as a smol bebe /

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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).

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ V. THE AFTERMATH: I KEEP DIGGING DEEPER BUT MY SHOVEL’S GETTING OLD. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ MACBETH & JUVIA: CAN YOU SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS? ╱ RESOLVEBOUND #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ IN CHARACTER: JUVIA.

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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.

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ IN CHARACTER: GAJEEL. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ V. POST WAR. #quiiscnt

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HEADCANON:  Gajeel’s unusually sharp canines

Gajeel’s canines are all longer and sharper than those of the average person. Some may think it’s genetics, or perhaps unspoken dragon-magic-rituals causing that to happen, and others assume it could just be his body adapting to him eating metal.

The true answer is a combination of these, so the rumours are partially true.

Gajeel’s fangs are indeed longer than most people’s, and in part that is due to the nature of a Dragon Slayer’s magic - especially when they learn it at such a young age.

Their sense of smell and hearing completely change, and there is also a chance that the Slayer may end up having sharper fangs.

The other reason is, Gajeel’s magic also requires for him to eat iron. Either way, his body would have adapted. He still would have wound up with sharp fang anyway. 

#▐ .｡*ﾟ━ HEADCANON: GAJEEL. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ META.

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Unpredictably, the familiar feeling of her hair being toyed with triggers a very specific type of relaxation. Frankly, one that she would never have imagined she could feel in the presence of Macbeth... But she’d been sharing a space with him for several months now. She was bound to grow accustomed to his company; to feel security in it. In short, what he was doing would surely lure her into the sleepy state she’d been in just minutes before.

But for now, she remains focused on the conversation.

A groan can be heard coming from Juvia, and she attempts to muffle the sound by completely burying her face against her bed-mate’s chest. “You heard me!” Juvia whisper-yells. And then a louder ‘ugh!’ when Macbeth inquires again. “She’s being kind of a bitch. It’s... I-I shouldn’t have corrected her, but... You understand why I felt it was necessary, right?” She asks, finally pulling back just enough to glance up at him - which she quickly regrets. Their faces are way too close, so Juvia tilts her head back down in one fast movement.

Still, she finds comfort in that Macbeth does not appear to be judging her. Perfectionism isn’t healthy - especially in an academic setting... But Juvia takes pride in few things - and one of those things is her academics, gods be damned!

She works hard and has put much effort into everything, and best of all: Juvia has work experience. Frankly, this whole semester has felt like a slap in the face - but she won’t get into that. Not tonight. It’s late, and they’re so warm and cozy.

Or, at least Juvia is.

At his question, she cannot help the tiny giggle that bubbles from her. She closes her eyes for a moment, and lays here - for a moment not saying anything. She’s getting far too comfortable now. An involuntary whimper later, she tilts her head up slightly again.

“I can practically hear the disgust in your voice,” she observes, and another giggle comes. “It isn’t an obsession. When I was younger, I’d use it as an excuse to show my affections to boys that I liked. Now that I’m older, it’s an excuse to make something nice for my friends.” She explains. Luckily, in all the years that she’d had terrible luck with dating, she had learned that it’s always best to be upfront about her feelings.

No sense in waiting for a designated celebration. 

“Don’t worry... You’re getting a box, too.”

Now, that was better. Her gentle shifting of her legs lent them both a more comfortable position and let him once more shift his hand to a new task. It was of a certain…comforthabit to play with his hair whenever he was relaxing or thinking, but as it wouldn’t exactly be easy in the moment for him to reach his own locks, his hand moved slowly upwards to find hers.

Lean fingers brushing against the back of her head, he listened to her speak. Truthfully, he found it irritating to have to explain himself more than once too, so perhaps he could relate to the professor somewhat, if that had truly been the issue between her and Juvia…but, someone in a teaching position had a sort of duty to explain things repeatedly, did they not? Maybe the professor needed to be reminded of that…

His touch in her hair stilled as she adjusted her arm around him, her body pressing closer, an embrace. It was…strange, yet not unpleasant for the moment, so he made no fuss or movement to shift her arm away, instead resuming the idle trailing of his fingers down her hair as he continued to listen to her.

A small scoff of amusement sounded behind his lips. She corrected a professor? He would have liked to have seen that moment in action. In some ways, it had been a foolish move on her part, he knew people in authority tended not to take kindly to being corrected. But…there was nothing more annoying than unclear or false information when it came to education or knowledge, and sometimes the people in ‘authority’, who felt they knew best, needed to be put in place. He had to admit, he probably would have done the same thing as her (but likely, he knew, in a less polite way).

He curled a small section of her hair around one of his fingers, an eyebrow rising along with the upward quirk of his lips. He didn’t think he’d ever heard her swear before. “What was that?” he asked, despite the fact he’d heard her quite clearly. He gave a little tug on her hair. “She’s…what?”

His amusement at her flared again as she defended her work. Well, wasn’t she a confident one hmm? Yet, even a second (and third) opinion was apparently not even enough for her professor to reconsider her grade. Still…her pride was admirable, and even if there was no changing the current grade (though he did have some thoughts about how to…adjust it, but he doubted she would condone such behaviour), he was curious about her paper.

His mind almost began to wander, but the mention of chocolate (delicious) and Love Day (revolting) caught his attention. The only good thing about the ridiculous holiday was the sale of sweets. Although it was dark and she couldn’t see his face anyway, his disgusted expression was perhaps strong enough to be sensed regardless.

“No, I haven’t gotten into your chocolates.” Yet anyway. “What is the obsession with Love Day anyway? Why do you bother with it?”

#tbh she cant be surprised he Hates love day / #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ IN CHARACTER: JUVIA. #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ MACBETH & JUVIA: CAN YOU SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS? ╱ RESOLVEBOUND #▐ .｡*ﾟ━ V. THE AFTERMATH: I KEEP DIGGING DEEPER BUT MY SHOVEL’S GETTING OLD.