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whenimgoodandready · 5 years

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Adrienette, Lukanette, Adrienette, Lukanette, Adrienette, Lukanette, Adrienette, Lukanette, Adrienette, Lukanette, Adrienette, Lukanette, Adrienette, Lukanette, ADRIENETTE! LUKANETTE! ADRIENETTE! LUKANETTE! IDK!? STOP BADGARING ME FANDOM!!! Even Marinette is indecisive about it! She’s just a dumb teenager who doesn’t know what she wants!..........does she?

*Desperada-Marinette and the girl squad were hangin’ out at Julekas house boat listening to Kitty Section rehearse and Marinette and Luka get cozy with each other. It also looks to be that the squad is starting to jump onboard with the Lukanette ship. Well, Adrienette isn’t goin’ anywhere so how much longer are they gonna support something that hasn’t even set sail yet!? Adrien and Kagami show up (having ditched fencing practice) and Marinette quickly leaves Lukas side to not give Adrien the impression she likes Luka. Oh, Marinette, what are we gonna do with you? She even says they’re “just friends” too🤨.

Jagged Stone arrives and he tries to get Juleka and Lukas mother back into the band cuz they had “history”. Oh! Thing is, he fired his guitarist, Vivica, and now he’s looking for a new one. Hmmmm, a new guitarist? Like, someone who knows rock n’ roll? And who’s young and talented? Marinette knows a guy like that! IIIIIIt’s Lu-Adrien!? Whomp! Whomp! Whomp! 🤦‍♀️. Marinette WTF!? Adrien is a classical pianist! I highly doubt he’s strummed a guitar! She knows damn well Luka is a better fit and yet she’s still trying to give Adrien hints she wants him! Okay, Marinette, I know how much you want Adrien, but you can’t just ignore talent when you see it from Luka.

Just then, Vivica shows up in her akumatized form calling herself Desperada! OOOOOH! So she’s that mysterious villainess I saw in “Gamer 2.0”! Well, thanks for the closure! (I’m talking to you person in charge of episode scheduling 😑). Desperada, I like that name, reminds me of a Rihanna song. Thing is, it’s more like a Western name and she didn’t really look “Western”. I mean, she kinda did with the whole musical skeleton make-up look, which is pretty cool, but nothing really “Wild Wild West” to me. It was more like something outta “The Book of Life” or “Coco” with that sugar skull thing. I’m a little fan of westerns where there’s a female outlaw that’s why. Her powers were using any instrument like a gun to capture people in her guitar case with a pic of them appearing on it as a sticker. Let’s just say if she wasn’t a musician, she’d make a bada** sniper!

Anyways, Desperada captures everyone except the love triangle kids and Ladybug is given the lucky charm to bring in extra help from Master Fu again using the snake miraculous! The snake miraculous!? OOOOOH! We saw who that was! (“Party Crasher”), some people in the fandom were right about it too! And now, ladies and gentlemen, the holder of the snake miraculous, (drum roll) Luk(trumpets begin to sound)-ADRIEN!? AGAIN!? (trumpets die out). WTF!? WHY!? Okay, I get it, he did save Luka when Desperada almost got him and as we know, Marinette/Ladybug doesn’t know Adriens Cat Noir, but still! Adrien agrees to it thinking he’ll win over Ladybug in a new superhero form since this time, she knows who he is and becomes “Aspik”...........(turns to the trumpeteers) you guys can sound I guess, (trumpets sound, but not enthusiastically). Okay, thank you.

So um, the snake miraculous is a bracelet of a snake swallowing itself, a Kwami snake like being named Sass (remember him from “Sandboy”!? He’s kinda like the leader of the Kwamies), a harp weapon and its power is “Second Chance” where they can go back a few minutes in time by turning the snake head on their bracelet back and it’s not a one hit power! It can go on as many times until the snake head gets to the end! It’s almost like Bunnyxs power except hers is more serious and can go back (and fourth) many times and it’s more fragile. Huh, I always thought the snake miraculouses power would be hypnotism, but I’m thinking too much “Jungle Book” here (what do snakes have to do with time travel!?). That’s cool! So it’s just Ladybug and Aspik vs. Desperada. It. went. TERRIBLE! Ladybug kept getting captured again and again and again and again and again AND AGAIN! And do you know why!? Cuz Aspik over here was too busy trying to woo Ladybug and not focusing on defeating the bad guy! That’s why!

ENOUGH! Adrien quits cuz he’s had it with being a f**king failure as it’s been 25,913 times! 25,913 TIMES!? 25,913 TIMES!? 25,913 TIMES!? 25,913 TIMES!? DAMN ADRIEN! YOU SUCK! Ladybug finally sees she’s wrong again! So Adrien suggests Luka take the miraculous instead. HALLELUJAH! Ladies and gentlemen, the real holder of the snake miraculous, Viperion, a.k.a. Luka Couffaine! (trumpets sound and end with a big finish!). Now this guy, this guy! Does a hell of a better job than “Aspik” did and it only took him a few tries! Humph!

I apologize for my wild outbursts there, I’m a very passionate writer and I speak what others are afraid to say. I’m like a voice for the people. I’m sure that’s what all of you were probably thinking way in the back of your heads there about the plot that occurred in the episode. I’ve settled down now and I’ll explain more. Ahem, first off, the girl squad are now leaning towards the Lukanette ship cuz they’re probably sick and tired of all the Adrienette nonsense and want something new. More importantly, they think this ship better since Marinette is more comfortable with Luka and how he’s more liberated than the sheltered Adrien. Fair point. The character Vivica/Desperada was based off a fan who won a contest at comic con and was originally supposed to be a veterinarian until they changed it to a guitarist (she looked so cute!). I heard about that, they also said she was supposed to be a fan of Cat Noir and was upset that he wasn’t getting as much recognition as Ladybug. It would’ve been nice cuz according to my Love Chart (which I legit have), nobody and I mean NOBODY likes Cat Noir, so cut him some slack and give him at least one fangirl! C’mon! Adrien failed at being the snake miraculous holder, but it’s not because he sucked (25,913 TIMES!? That’s like 3 months!), but it’s cuz there was no black cat hero to assist Ladybug! It was just Ladybug and Aspik and no Cat Noir! I thought they would’ve realized by now that they can’t defeat the villain unless it’s both of ‘em (plus a third or fourth party if necessary) to stop ‘em! Sure Ladybug defeated Style Queen by herself, but at least she had a “black cat” like someone there to help! It has to be Ladybug and Cat Noir! Good luck/Bad luck, Yin/Yang! That’s the idea! The reason why they didn’t see that was cuz they were both blinded by love! Marinette/Ladybug mostly picked Adrien to be the snake miraculous holder cuz she thought, “OMG! I’m gonna be fighting crime with my crush!” and Adrien/Cat Noir said yes cuz he thought, “Maybe she’ll love me this time if she knows who I am!” :P. Even Plagg thought it was a bad idea cuz he knew they needed Cat Noir and they weren’t even focused on Desperada and just trying to court each other! You’d think Marinette/Ladybug would’ve listened to her own words about Adrien being a distraction in her life (“Chameleon”). Speaking of courting, during one of Aspiks failed Second Chances, he confessed to Ladybug that he was Cat Noir (cuz she knows he’s Adrien as Aspik) and we only see a brief look of shock on her face before she’s captured again. Wonder what was quickly goin’ through her head at that point? Flashbacks of all her moments with him as himself and Cat and how she acted like both herselves in front of ‘em realizing how stupid she’s been? Lol! The shocks gonna be more wilder when it happens though and I’ll be there to see it. Ladybug really should’ve picked Luka first cuz at least he was bold enough to step in and distract Desperada to save Ladybug like he did as Viperion. Poor Adrien though, now he’s gonna think his Lady is too incompetent to be a hero. Well, not a “snake” hero at least, but a different animal hero if only she knew. The problem is Marinette is indecisive. She doesn’t know what she wants which is why she can’t choose between Adrien and Luka. Tikki and Kagami can see that and the latter even points out how Marinette needs to make up her mind already! Actually, according to the Season 3 canon episode order, this is actually the start of the mid episodes which means things won’t get more complicated ‘til the end. Especially when the last few episodes are more focused on the love issues. Currently, we’re dealing with plot right now, but we’ll eventually get there.

#miraculous ladybug #desperada #miraculous ladybug desperada

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jlf23tumble · 4 years

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I have some former friends who used to be Larries and became harries and I’ve avoided them for most part but accidentally stumbled on the twitter of one the other day and wow. It was a mess of like Louis is straight and broke Harrys heart and also is homophobic and in fact all the 1D boys but Harry are and Louis is STRAIGHT and if you think his relationship is fake you’re gross but also he’s gross” and I was like well. Not sorry I avoided so long.

Oh, god, I fear twitter harries/ex-larries, u r incredibly brave!!! I honestly don’t mind if people change their minds, I genuinely don’t care (I’ve talked about the whole larrieTM label and the issues I have with it), but I have to laugh when the change of heart is a) the full 180, “I’m gonna just go with the official party line because it’s easier, chef boyardee, do I love Harry’s current gf very much a lot!!!!” all the way over to b) “Louis Tomlinson is in fact a straight man, he hates gay rumors, he has a gf and a baby and everything!” I can believe a LOT of Harry- and Louis-related nonsense from all kinds of quarters (my UOs about Louis being a dad *alone* would earn me so many indirects), but Louis as a straight man? Get outta here! I’m thinking of one blog in particular that has a lot of wonderfully deep, well-reasoned thoughts about fandom in general (and so many fantastic head canons in particular), but I see that phrase about Louis pop up from time to time, and I stare at the wall in triangle ankle tat. Is it ironic? Is it literal? It *is* fascinating, I’ll tell you what!

#i donut get it but you know what?#to each their own #i still follow that blog #i just stare at the wall from time to time #it's a good tradeoff #keeps me humble

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valflame · 6 years

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this is an actual photo of me waiting for news on fe16

things I want in my pigeon heart of pigeon hearts:

no customisable mu I’m not a fan of blank self-insert characters in fe, they’re lovely and fantastic in things like animal crossing and pokémon but hecking get outta my srpgs. static characters are better written it’s just easier to set them into place if you don’t need to tether them to the person playing, I related to every other main character just fine before we had customisable avatars what is this >:T

weapon durability please come back I miss you

MAGIC TRIANGLE PLEASE COME BACK I MISS YOU

I actually really like the pair-up mechanic from awakening and fates! maybe nerf it a little more though? I liked it a lot better in fates than I did in awakening but it still feels a little broken to me. it does a lot for strategy on some maps though >:Tc

speaking of maps MAP VARIANCE. indoor maps, outdoor maps, seize maps, survive x turns maps, rout the enemy maps, gimmicky maps, maps that flood you with reinforcements, fog of war maps as much as I hate those, I want loads of different map objectives

mila’s turntable please return and save me from rng hecking me over in the penultimate turn of a super long map again please and thank you

give me villains with even remotely realistic objectives and/or vaguely sympathetic motivations without excusing their behaviour over it and I’ll weep the happiest of tears. I want another hardin or arvis or zephiel or lyon or black knight release me from this drought of garon and validar

NAME THE FLIPPING CONTINENT THIS TIME I DON’T WANT A REPEAT OF FATESLANDIA EVER AGAIN

worldbuilding + lore in general please god just. you know those games that give you read-it-if-you-like-to-read-or-not giant word dumps of optional flavourtext on the world of the game in some in-game library or codex or something. I would kill for something like that

fates’ gameplay ( on conquest at least ) was fun! the story was hecking terrible! give us a good story

none of this ridiculous ‘the dlc costs more than the base game’ robbery nintendo tried to pull with SoV ever again that was a filthy, vile thing to do. I don’t associate nintendo with underhanded business manoeuvres but that was Yikes™

marriage can happen but no babies... no gen 2... it only worked in fe4 and fe13 fe14′s attempt was so sad it was literally laughable. let the supports be a mix of the gba system and the 3ds system. I loved the style they were delivered in in SoV; let them be like that but longer/more substantial and more numerous. my only beef with how fe15 handled it was that some of the conversations flat out felt like nothing, which is really bad when it felt like nobody had enough to say

I know it’s Me™ saying this and as a Jugdral stan I fall under the ‘elitist’ category in terms of fe’s ‘fateswakening’ crowd vs ‘elitists’ crowd but like... I’d love it if fe could drop some of the fanservice it’s been pushing more of with the last few games and go back to some of the mood of the older games more. I’m not saying it needs to go back to the hecking kaga-era edge it had but fates was just way too hecking much. the gba games were an excellent mix of old and new imo. give us sacred stones mood-wise

I REALLY DISLIKED THE REPEATED CHARACTERS THING FATES DID WITH RHAJAT & CO. AND LASLOW & CO. IF I GET A NEW GAME WITH A WHOLE NEW CAST AND THE GAME IS NOT INTERTWINED WITH THE LORE OF A DIFFERENT GAME YOU BETTER KEEP THE HECK OUT. THAT’S SO MANY WASTED SLOTS THAT COULD’VE BEEN FILLED BY ACTUAL NEW CHARACTERS. YOU HAD YOUR TIME IN THE SUN GET OUT OF HERE I WANNA SEE NEW FACES

I think that’s it?? I think that’s it. also give us older characters my fav designs are almost always the like ambiguously-in-their-30s-or-40s mercs or the old man wizard you get at the end of the game. also also none of that creepy ‘they look like a child but they’re actually 1000 so they’re totally legal don’t worry about it’ I love and adore nowi and you taint her, you taint her legacy with this nonsense, she’s cute and has a lovely personality and you ruin it with this awful hecking agenda, NONE OF THIS... NONE

anyways my expectations are low and I expect the opposite of all of this so I really hope I’m incorrect and get some nice pleasant surprises whenever we actually get to see anything of the game at long last sghjdfhsf

#⊰ ♖ ⊱ FROM ASHES TO ASHES / OUT OF CHARACTER #⊰ ♖ ⊱ YOU WILL HAVE TO BE A NECESSARY SACRIFICE TO FURTHER MY IDEALS / TO BE DELETED #(( hi it's 5:30 in the morning and insomnia has me by the throat so here I am ))#(( me @ nint.endo/int.sys: it has been like a year and a half if this game is coming out this year like you insist it is ))#(( then hecking ))#(( can we please... get some information on it... something... anything... please................... sbfjhks ))#(( I CAN'T SUSTAIN MYSELF FOREVER BY REPLAYING F.E4 OVER AND OVER AGAIN ))

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fallen029 · 6 years

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Loves and Lanterns

The sound of five little dolls singing ad nauseam their nonsensical songs paired well with the accompanying smell of carved pumpkins. Not to mention the humming of a very joyful takeover mage and the determined grunts of an intent seith. From the kitchen there was more singing, but that had less to do with them and more with the fact that a certain other takeover mage was baking and, well, Mirajane couldn't bake without singing.

Seriously. She just couldn't.

"The hell are you guys doing in my house?"

Then the Thunder God had to go and come home early, ruining everything.

"What does it look like?" Lisanna retorted to Laxus' annoyed question. "We're carving pumpkins."

"I got that, you brat," Laxus grumbled as he shut the front door behind him and walked further into the room. "But why are you doing it in my living room? And you're getting pumpkin guts everywhere!"

"Oy, boss," Bickslow complained as he still stared with deep meaning at his canvas (hallowed out pumpkin). "Your woman invited us over. Said that she wanted some pumpkins to sit out on the front porch and figured I'd be the best one to get it done for her."

"And why," the slayer complained, "would she think that?"

"Because, dragon," they heard then called from the kitchen. "He makes those cute little babies."

The seith glared over at the doorway to the hall though it was actually directed at Mirajane. "They're not cute. They're ferocious."

"Mmmm," Lisanna hummed as she hacked away at her own, far less skilled (if not downright pitiful) pumpkin. "You hear that, babies? You're ferocious."

"Ferocious," they all sang as they floated around. "Ferocious."

"I don't care what they are," Laxus said. "As long as they and the two of you get the hell outta here and take your damn pumpkins-"

"Dragon," Mirajane called from the other room. "Come here for a second."

"No, I-" He stopped himself. "Do I smell cookies?"

"You do. They're for the party tomorrow night."

Narrowing his eyes first at Bickslow then at Lisanna and finally at the five floating dolls, Laxus barked out, "You win for now, losers," before heading to the kitchen. His demon called, after all.

And so did her cookies.

With Laxus gone, the dolls went back to singing, Lisanna back to carving (destroying), and Bickslow back to his deep contemplation.

"Bicks?" his girlfriend asked after giving her jack-o-lantern a wickedly devious grin.

"Hmmm?"

"You okay over there?"

He was seated on the other side of the living room, visor off. Not glancing over at her, he said simply, "I'm thinking."

"Mirajane literally bought us ten, huge pumpkins," the woman pointed out. "You can screw up on this one and then try harder on the next. Besides, it's not that big of a deal."

Not to her. But to him it was. His pumpkin would be sitting on the front porch of, fine, Mirajane, but most importantly Laxus Dreyar. His idol. The man that he aspired to be. Put above all others. Even himself. Even Lissy.

Not his babies, but he figured that the man wouldn't ask for that much anyhow.

As it was though, he had to make each and every pumpkin perfect.

"What have you done?" he complained when he saw Lisanna's. "That's horrible."

"I know," she giggled as she stared admiringly at her piece of work (junk). "Isn't it great?"

"Heh?"

"Jack-o-lanterns are supposed to be horrible, right?" She grinned at him. "You know, scary?"

"That's not scary, Lissy," he grumbled. "That's just a waste of a perfectly good pumpkin."

"Hey!"

"Hey," his dolls mimicked the woman, coming to fly around her head then. "Hey, Papa!"

"Babies, there's no time," he grumbled. "Papa's thinking."

"Unless you're thinking up ways to apologize," Lisanna said with a frown, "then you're wasting your time."

Groaning, he finally glanced over. "Lissy, I'm just saying that you should leave it to me. Huh? I'm an artist, yeah? And you're just…amazing. In every way. Other than this. Go bother your sister and the boss. Or better yet, play with the babies. They like that."

"Play," the five dolls cheered. "Play, Lissy. Play."

Pushing up and leaving her pumpkin behind, Lisanna said, "Fine, Bickslow. Be a jerk. Come on, babies. Let's leave him to it then. Since it's so much more important than us."

"Thank you," he said with a nod, not picking up on her tone. And, with another nasty look, Lisanna stomped off for the front door, his babies following as she called out to Mirajane that she'd be back later.

They were going for a walk.

"Man, you're gonna get it," Bickslow heard from the hall as Laxus, now with a plate full of cookies and a piece of cake too, all iced with black and orange frosting, came into the room. "Seriously. You should teach a class on ways to make sure you're not getting any. Ever. At all. You'd be a master at it."

"Eh?" Bickslow sat to attention at the sound of his idol's voice, glancing over. "What are you talkin' about? And hey! Mirajane said that we weren't allowed to have any cookies or cake. That they were for-"

"I," Laxus growled, "am the king of my own castle."

"That's great. Now give me a cookie."

"That means, dummy," the man continued as he went to take a seat on the couch, "that if I want a damn cookie or a piece of cake, I'm going to get one."

Bickslow only stared at him, blinking slightly. "She gave them to you to keep you from kicking us out, didn't she?"

Shrugging, the man said, "My woman drives a hard bargain."

"Yeah, well, mine doesn't," the seith said as he went back to looking over his pumpkins. "So I don't know what you came in here talking about-"

"The fact that you let her walk out all mad or whatever," the slayer said as he spoke around the cookie he'd shoved in his mouth. "It was pretty dang obvious."

"What? Lissy? Mad? No. She doesn't get mad."

"As her brother-in-law-"

"You could just say brother. She does."

Uh, no. He couldn't. Laxus was an only child for a reason. Because he was pure awesomeness and none was to be spared on another one. So saying he had a sibling might confuse people on that fact. No need for that.

"-I know when she's ticked," he finished. "And Lisanna is ticked. If you weren't so caught up in this stupid pumpkin business-"

"It's not stupid. I'm an artiste!"

"-you'd have noticed." Shaking his head as he stabbed at the cake then with his fork, the man only sighed. "I mean sheesh, Bickslow. You two are usually all over one another. What's got you so caught up in these damn pumpkins?"

Uh, trying to win the man's favor so that he could shove it in Freed and Evergreen's faces. What the hell else could it be?

"Nothin', boss," he said. "I was just, you know, trying to do a good job for your woman. She did ask me to, after all."

"Yeah, well, keepin' the demon happy is my job," Laxus told him simply. "And I got it more than under control. As someone who's tamed a Strauss-"

"Do what now?"

"-it don't take a lot for them to get their spirits crushed." The man glanced over at Lisanna's pumpkin before shrugging. "I mean, that ain't a horrible jack-o-lantern. It's not great either. But definitely not insult worthy. Sure, it's not worthy of the mastery that is Laxus' Dreyar's front porch-"

"That's what I was saying!"

"-but it also ain't worth you and Lisanna fighting over." Laxus shrugged. "I mean, I've seen worth. A lot worse. You should have seen the pumpkins that Mirajane put out last year."

"I did," the seith said slowly. "We all did."

"And now you know why she asked someone else to do them this year."

"I do. We all do." Reaching up to scratch at his Mohawk, the man said, "You think that I really hurt Lissy's feelings?"

"Yeah, I don't really no. Or care anymore. Mira!" Laxus got to his feet again. "Can I have some more cake?"

"No, dragon. It's for the-"

"I'm the king of my own castle!"

"Stop yelling. And what does that even mean?"

As they quarreled, Bickslow only looked over his last nine pumpkins before sighing.

"Maybe Lissy is more important than impressing boss," he mumbled.

More like definitely.

When she finally got back to the house, all of his dolls riding either on her head, shoulders, or arms, it was dusk out and, to her surprise, Bickslow had finished all the pumpkins and they were sitting out on the front porch.

Hers was out there, the yellow flame from the candle inside of it making it look extra creepy.

Next to it was a much better done, standard one. It had a jagged grin and triangle eyes, and, fine, she would admit it, looked way better than hers.

But it was the other eight that caught her attention, of course. Bickslow was out there, on the porch, sitting onto the steps as he waited for her to come back. At the sight of her, he got to his feet, but she didn't even glance at him.

They were lined in a row, the pumpkins were, each shining in the dimming light of night, highlighting the carvings made in them. Each one was a single letter marked into it and, even though it was a little cheesy, it still made her grin.

I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U

"You're such a dork," she complained to Bickslow as the babies rushed to go look at the pumpkins, oohing and awing. "You know that?"

"Only for you," he said, grinning brightly as she came to hug him. Laxus and Mirajane, who were on the porch as well (her idea; she thought Bickslow was being cute and romantic while Laxus mostly wanted to appease her until she gave him more cake), watched with extremely different points of view.

"Bleh," the slayer complained as Mirajane only giggled and clapped her hands. "Total waste. I said to make up with her, dingbat. Not waste perfectly good pumpkins."

"I'll buy more," Mira told him through a giggle. "And don't call him names."

"The hell you will," Laxus complained. "I'm the king of the castle! And I say to stop spending all our jewels on stupid things."

"I still don't know what that means, so-"

"Just stop spending our money!"

Lisanna and Bickslow were ignoring them as, really, at some point Mirajane and Laxus just got annoying, and focused more on one another.

"Your pumpkin ain't bad, kid," the seith was saying as the babies came back over to them, whining something about the candles. "It was just-"

"No," she sighed as she glanced over at it again. "Compared to yours, it was pretty bad."

Grinning, his tongue fell out of his mouth as he said, "Yeah, well, I am an artiste. Look at the babies stylish bodies, yeah? Perfection!"

"Perfection!" the dolls agreed as Lisanna only giggled. "Papa! Candles! Candles!"

"What's wrong, babies?" He frowned at them. "I'm havin' a moment with the kid here and-"

"What is it?" Lisanna reached up to take one of them, Pappa, out of the sky when he came close enough. "What's wrong?"

"Candle," the doll insisted. "Candle."

"Oy, you don't like 'em?" Bickslow glanced over at the glowing pumpkins. "I thought they were pretty nifty."

"Candles!" Suddenly, all five of the babies began to glow as if they were ready to attack. No beams came from them though. "Candles!"

"I think," Lisanna began as she went to get on the porch and head over to one of the jack-o-lanterns, "that I know what they want."

And so, after leaning down to blow out five of the candles, Lisanna and Bickslow let the babies, still glowing their green light, sit in the hollowed out pumpkins to illuminate them.

"Awe," Mirajane cooed at the sight. Laxus, bored, had taken to contemplating which neighborhood kid to pay to smash the pumpkins in the dead of night, as well as any others that his wife bought. "Dragon. How come you never do cute things like that?"

"Huh?"

"You've never carved me a pumpkin that showed how much you love me."

He only stared. "You do know how crazy you sound, right?"

"I want babies," she added enviously as Lisanna and Bickslow admired theirs lights, lavishly complimenting all five of them the entire time. "Dragon, give me babies!"

Growling finally, Laxus said, "Look, woman, we've discussed this. We will have one child when I decide I'm ready. And that won't be for another year. At least. I still have settling to do. A castle to build."

"Stop talking about castles!"

Out in the yard, where Bickslow and Lisanna had taken to standing, so that they could get better looks at their jack-o-lanterns, him with his arm over her shoulders, the two only grinned at one another and the sounds of his babies singing their illogical tunes.

"I think this is my favorite time of the year," the seith said as the sun only sunk lower, giving more credence to the ever glowing pumpkins. "Next to, well, my birthday. Because that's pretty great too."

"Me too," she agreed before frowning. "Except for the second one."

"Rude."

"That's not rude."

"It's pretty rude."

"Don't argue with me, Bickslow."

After just getting her back on his side? No freaking way.

#Bixanna #Miraxus #Lisanna #Bickslow #Mirajane #Laxus #Fairy Tail #Fanfiction

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dachi-chan25 · 7 years

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The Coco discourse from a Mexican's point of view

I was avoiding talking about this at all because I hate Tumblr's discourse but it is really pissing me off all this posts talking about how me and my people feel or should feel about Coco and the endless comparison's with the Book of Life so I'm writing this to say how *I* a mexican woman feel about all of this.

Okay first off Pixar did try to copyright the name "El Día de Muertos" because that was gonna be the original title of the movie here's the source:

http://edition.cnn.com/2013/05/10/us/disney-trademark-day-dead/

Did they fuck up? YES, however they realized what a stupid idea that was (they were not trying to copyright the holiday that's literally impossible) and they changed it.

Now personally I LOVED the trailer, Coco portrays lots of things I love about Día de Muertos and my culture:

•The altar

•The movies from the Golden Age of Mexican cinema.

•Pedro Infante (okay maybe the Singer/actor is not Pedro but he looks a lot like him and I loved that)

•Dante being a Xoloitzuincle, why is this exciting for me?? Because of THIS: Xolos were considered sacred dogs by the Aztecs, Toltecs, Maya, and other groups. They were also useful companion animals. According to Aztec mythology, the god Xolotl (God of life and death) made the Xoloitzcuintli from a sliver of the Bone of Life from which all mankind was made. Xolotl gave this gift to Man with the instruction to guard it with his life and in exchange it would guide Man through the dangers of Mictlan, the world of Death, toward the Evening Star in the Heavens. Some people in Mexico continue to believe this breed has healing qualities.

•La Catrina, the design is being very criticized but I absolutely adored it because is much more alike to the image we have of the catrina, btw here's a link with the actual significance/origin of la catrina: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Calavera_Catrina

•Plus THIS article from Buzzfeed Mexico talking about how exited we actually are about Coco: https://www.buzzfeed.com/ximenarojo/nos-urge-ver-coco (YES it's in Spanish)

Now onto the "Book of Life" I didn't want to talk about THIS but as people are So intent on pulling this movie out whenever any post concerning Coco comes out here I go, I'll be brutally honest here and say I didn't liked the movie.

YES the animation was beautiful, YES it was the work of a mexican artist and produced by a mexican BUT I couldn't connect with it at ALL.

The thing is for me 'The Book of Life' was a big deal because of all the things I mentioned above (And that I have the biggest crush on Diego Luna) but for me it fell short, now I have no intention of bashing the work of Jorge R. Gutiérrez because I know this was a very special movie for him and I admire him for that (also I was a huge fan of the Mucha Lucha series) but the Book of Life for me (And for my family And friends because I've asked a lot of people about this) was very very americanized, it didn't feel like Mexico at all, we felt like that's the way the USA sees Mexico and that didn't make us connect or have any love for this movie at all.

- For starters the design of the Catrina put me off from the moment I saw it (again I'm not bashing the hard work of the artists I'm merely stating how I felt) it felt some super sexy totally inaccurate portrayal of her nevermind she actually doesn't have any thing to do with any prehispanical myth she was created as political/social satire by José Guadalupe Posada and then, after she appeared in a mural by Diego Rivera, became an iconic figure of el Día de Muertos.

-Then Xibalba, I don't even know where to start, but right Xibalba is NOT a person is a PLACE. Xibalba (Mayan pronunciation: [ʃiɓalˈɓa]), roughly translated as "place of fear" is the name of the underworld in K'iche' Maya mythology, ruled by the Maya death gods and their helpers (there were 12 of them but the main ones were .Hun-Camé y Vucum-Camé ) And making him this mischief- causing-Loki-type God didn't amuse me in the least. Nor did his wierd ass romance with the Catrina.

-The story was boring for me, the love triangle was unnecesary and tiring and it actually felt a lot more like a retelling of the Orpheus myth than anything else to me, I didn't found myself, my culture or any resembling of it at all just vague nods and outright nonsense And even then I supported the movie because I wanted to support my people's work.

And I'll stop right there cause I'm begining to feel awfully salty, I was rooting for this movie SO hard And still I don't like it.

My point here is to respectfully ask of everyone to STOP putting 'the Book of Life' as the most amazing work of representation of el Día de Muertos (that would be La Leyenda de la Nahuala an amazing movie made by a Mexican studios that actually represents our culture And legends) because we (mexican people) don't feel like that at all.

Oh they have similar plots you say???

"Despite his family's generation-old ban on music, Miguel (a 12 years old boy from a rural community) dreams of becoming an accomplished musician like his idol Ernesto de la Cruz (Benjamin Bratt). Desperate to prove his talent, Miguel finds himself in the Land of the Dead. Along the way, he meets charming trickster Hector (Gael García Bernal) and together they set off on an extraordinary journey to unlock the real story behind Miguel's family history".

On a superficial level at most because for one the Book of Life takes place on the Independency era (look at Joaquin's uniform) and Coco looks more like the 80's or 90's, besides that Coco is a 12 years old from a rural community!!! People from rural communities get SO little representation (And most of the time stereotypical And disrespectful) even in México!!! Pixar went to rural communities on Oaxaca And Guanajuato because they wanted to be respectful and accurate and excuse the hell outta me but no one in the Book of Life looks indigenous to me and Coco (his mom in the photos And the people around him totally do) that hey not all mexican people have brown skin or the same features but it's nice to see some that actually do on the media; also Land of the Remembered/Forgotten was a swell concept but had nothing to do with our beliefs, Land of Death sounds more accurate to our myths (Mictlan actually means Land of Death).

Pixar/Disney is gonna sell our culture And all that jazz? Yes And No, it's funny no one is saying THIS about Moana because they also have merchandise and no one bats an eye. Hypocritical much??? And well people's been appropiating our culture since forever (side eying 5 de mayo) and el Día de los Muertos is no exception:

https://es.pinterest.com/pin/482518547550492130/

https://es.pinterest.com/pin/469781804859997787/

https://es.pinterest.com/pin/450922981419738609/ (for the record piñatas have nothing to do with Día de Muertos Kay? Thnx)

And this:

https://es.pinterest.com/pin/328762841521321345

https://es.pinterest.com/pin/372884044133968829/ (the make up is awesome you go girl! But a Barbie in the hair? HELL NO!)

https://es.pinterest.com/pin/122089839878498731/ (don't do this please)

Let's stop pretending Pixar is gonna start with all of this, because for the looks of the movie is actual accurate and respectful appreciation/representation of my culture why is it any different from Moana??

What's my point?? STOP trying to tell the world how me or my people feel And actually ask!!!

We are angry?? Hell YES, some people feel Coco (And also the Book of Life) are too stereotypical because in American movies they never portray what México is like just THIS very tiring version where only small towns and poor but hopeful people exist not our cities or our cultural life, not the apportations we've made to science or maths or literature, the diversity of our people...

I'm all for people being our allys but not when they try to speak over us.

That being said I support Coco and I hope it's a great movie.

#Coco #the Book of Life #pixar #represebtation #cultural appropiation #my two cents #I'm just SO fucking tired of people speaking about how we feel about Coco when it's not true at all #discourse #people should really ask us instead of jumping up on accusations And pointless witch hunts

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cubicscubedemon · 6 years

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Good End

((This drabble is basically the beginning and the logical end of the permanent puppetry verse.))

………

Well, what to do now?

The end times had officially been a flop. All of Bill’s other creatures and underlings had vanished beyond the Shape’s ability to track them, along with Bill himself. The Nightmare Realm was now permanently closed and going through the last stages of its precarious lifespan. The only option had been to flee to anywhere that might support incorporeal form. There was nothing for it but to hide out in the Mindscape, alone, until a better opportunity came along.

The Shape found that opportunity in a body lying in the trees at the outskirts of a town. Still living—some substance or other had left the human mind that would normally be within wandering the Mindscape. The Shape approached the projection and put on a gentle, ethereal voice that didn’t quite need words. Do you mind if I enter?

If the human in question had been in a more lucid state, their reply would have sounded like: “Is this part of that cosmic consciousness thing they talk about?”

Absolutely, hummed the Shape. So, may I?

By now the human’s mind was drifting off in another direction, figuratively and literally. “Sure, I guess…”

Thank you, have a nice trip! the Shape called after the departing form, before diving into the now completely unoccupied body. Fingers twitched. Knees bent. Two eyes opened, and the Shape hauled themself to their feet. That was easy!

Once they had gotten used to walking (which took a while and scared a good decade out of a passing truck driver), they hiked down the road to figure out where they were in relation to a certain small town in Oregon. They had questions that needed answers.

…..

The full picture of what had happened in August of 2012 came to them in bits and pieces. It took longer than they expected—but then again, maybe it was understandable why the townsfolk were hesitant to speak at length to the stranger with magenta eyes that lived under a bridge in the park. One summer, after a complaint from a tourist to the sheriff, the Shape got thrown out. So they took up residence in Gravity Falls’ junkyard, and thought about the holes remaining in the story they had so far.

In the future, they sometimes wondered if they were really happy to have those holes filled in.

It was discovering Bill’s statue that finally made things completely clear. They had slowly put together its existence and whereabouts by eavesdropping on conversations between children. One part superstition, one part teasing, one part a strange reverence. They knew why their elders never spoke about the thing if they could help it.

“It’s in there? Really?”

“Yeah! Wanna see?”

“But—what happened to Ethan—“

“Well, he got better, didn’t he?”

“Nothing even happens if you don’t say his name.”

“Whose name?”

“Shhhh!”

…

“Hey, who’s that walking in?”

…

They knelt in front of the statue for nine hours. They didn’t say a word. They didn’t even touch the stone surface, always slightly warm even in the cool of the forest shade. They just stared and stared into the great lifeless eye, like they were hoping it would shift to look at them, or into them, instead of through them.

All their life in the Realm, all trillion-odd years of it, they’d imagined themself to be someone who threw off their chains, forged their own path instead of following one imposed upon them. Here, alone in the woods, they recognized that for a lie they’d told themself endlessly. They hadn’t accomplished anything more than following the triangle before them to the end. They were never going to see him again, and now they had no idea where to go, or whether there was anywhere to go.

It was all going to end here for them, too.

…..

But the Shape thought less and less about the end as time wore on. They couldn’t help it. There were just so many things to do!

For a while they entertained ideas about somehow escaping Earth and striking out into the Multiverse at large, but despite the many nights they stayed up by candlelight writing and sketching out their plans, nothing ever quite came to fruition. They occasionally told themself that progress was so slow because they lacked resources, or guidance, but mostly it was because they were distracted by other parts of their daily life. In time, they let go of their single-minded determination, and the Great Escape became nothing more than a daydream.

They liked building new additions onto the house they crafted in the junkyard, not far from where old Fiddleford McGucket used to live before he submitted his patents. Over the years their home became a sprawling, nonsensical structure that twisted all around the northeast corner of the yard, with multiple levels and trapdoor windows and even, at one point, a tower, until the sheriff made them take it down in exchange for being allowed to continue building underground.

And so the Shape turned the space beneath their home into a warren of tunnels and cellar rooms, taking the soil all the way up to the part of the roof that got the most sun. They’d discovered that they enjoyed gardening. (It was almost like a whole little world you could build! Imagine!)

In the spring, they buried baskets worth of pinecones up there, and once they had some saplings, took the baby trees to the edge of the forest they knew Bill rested in. All in all, they were responsible for increasing the reach of that section of the woods by over four hundred feet.

…..

In summer, they hung around the diner, drinking glass after glass of iced coffee and making small talk with truck drivers and road tripping college students as they passed through. They loved learning, and learned quite a bit indeed during these times. They got more pleasant to talk to, although they never lost their edge of…peculiarity. Depending on the day, you could find them either telling jokes that made one side of the diner chuckle and the other shudder, or deep in conversation about some esoteric topic with a few young people, entranced at how much first-hand experience this old stranger seemed to have with things they’d never known except through their books.

It was during one of these seasons that they started giving out a new name.

“Everybody, I want ya to meet…uh…say, bud, what’re you called?”

“Hm? Oh! I’m… Mm…Em. Call me Em.”

‘Lazy’ Susan Wentworth, who by now was half-retired from the diner, fixed her good eye on them. “Finally grew outta those other nicknames?”

‘Em’ stuck out their tongue at her in the most deliberately childish manner they could.

(But they figured there was some truth to what she said.)

…..

One autumn, they spent so much time in the library that the staff hired them. For the first few weeks, they didn’t know that this had actually happened, until their paycheck came.

“Em, dear, do you have a bank account?”

They thought of the small fortune they’d once won on Lottocron 9, and found they couldn’t remember which dimension’s banks they’d stored it in. “Not here, no. Why?”

“Well, I need to give you your pay.”

“Thank you! Pay for what?”

“Em, what did you think you were doing here for the past month?”

They shrugged. “Staying out of the rain?”

…

“I think they must hardly know the difference between work and play,” the head librarian told her co-workers over lunch in the back room.

“Still not sure about this,” one of them muttered. “Have you heard about what happened when Susan let them into the diner kitchen?”

“We haven’t got a deep freeze here!” the head librarian protested.

“I know you’ve got a soft spot for those in need, Lorraine, but you know they’re a…well…” the other woman pointed ceiling-ward and drew an X-mark in the air with her index finger.

“Well, yes, but that’s beside the point.” Lorraine picked up her fork in that way which meant she was keeping the upper hand in this little debate. “I’m from Coburg. They’re from some other planet or wherever. What’s the difference?”

…..

In winter, the town slept, and so did Em. They already had a lazy streak the rest of the year, but during the coldest part of the year they were especially sedentary, hardly leaving their junkyard house except to buy groceries and smokes, check on the saplings from the previous spring, or to sit on their own porch, having a cigarette and watching the ice twinkle on all the rusted metal around them. The rest of their time was spent in the cellar rooms, writing. They could fill up a four inch notebook in one season, but never shared the contents with a soul.

For all their gregariousness, they really did prefer to be solitary much of the time. One winter, a few middle schoolers were aiming snowballs at their windows. After several good shots and a cracked pane, Em emerged, the town weirdo, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, to return fire. The kids quickly found out that Em favored snowballs that contained shards of ice.

Later, those kids would buy Em cocktails at the bar, and joke that they were doing it for forgiveness. “Maybe I’ll consider the debt repaid next year,” Em always said.

…..

The passage of time, once something they couldn’t bear to consider, became a thing of fascination for them. Year after year, they watched Gravity Falls change with the seasons, and the transformation was not only dependable but fluid and beautiful. Em sat on their porch and thought about the way blood rose in a bruise and flowed away, and how comets stayed inert and frozen until they flew close to the sun, when ice and vapor streamed out behind them. Cycles were not a new concept to them. But they’d never had the chance before to truly understand what they were and what they meant. They used to think time was something small and divisive, a cell one had to break out of to achieve anything.

“But it looks downright grand from in here.”

…

Em lived about thirty years in Gravity Falls. Long enough for time to catch up with them. They did not get many visitors, but late one October, as the town’s thoughts were turning once again to the day the sky had torn open, a librarian entered the junkyard to see why they hadn’t shown up the day before.

It was determined that Em passed in their sleep, and that the cause of death was their smoking habit.

Found in their house was the following:

- Seventy-nine books they had stolen from the library, mostly nonfiction

- Dozens of batches of Halloween cookies, still not ideal but better than when they’d started baking

- The deed to the junkyard, which they took under the Finders Keepers Law

- An elaborate system of booby traps

- An entire cellar of homemade mechanical…things…that eventually got donated to a museum in another city, but were not displayed for the next decade

- Eight Cubics Cubes

- Hundreds and hundreds of letters to Em from several mystery correspondents. About 40% of the envelopes were marked with the Eye of Providence: these invariably contained deeply encrypted contents. None of those particular letters were more recent than over fifteen years ago.

- All of their notes, amounting to over six thousand pages. Much of it was also in code. Many drawings were included, of intricate geometrical patterns and charts, and alien machinery, among other things. The parts that were in readable English were a simple diary: these parts grew to outnumber the unreadable parts the more recent the writings were. Despite the library’s pleading, all of Em’s notes and letters were taken away that same day by an anonymous man in a brown leather jacket.

The funeral was very modest, but a few people still came to pay their respects. Lorraine was not there—she had died several years before—but most of the rest of the library staff were, along with a few regulars from the diner. The new head of the library had the wisdom not to make the eulogy very long.

“Em doesn’t have any kin that we know of, but I think they would’ve been alright with me saying a few words, instead…”

“They were always friendly enough to us. Did good work at the library. That’s not to say there weren’t some hiccups from time to time, but mostly they were a good librarian. They were a chatterbox, though, I remember they would go on about the strangest things…things that sounded like big old fibs until they’d take out a book and show us what it all meant. Y’all remember that business with the telescope and the dinosaurs?”

The assembled knew they were never Em’s friends. That had become clear to them that morning, as they watched the remains of Em’s private life come to light. The diary entries never once spoke of anyone in Gravity Falls as more than a passing amusement or curiosity.

In the end, human life was still just a game, and Em had only been playing along. Until the end of the game had caught them unawares. Was it still ‘natural causes’ if you let yourself die accidentally?

“They did alright in the end, I think.”

The first spadeful of cold soil hit the casket.

“God rest their odd soul.”

#drabble #good end #v: permanent puppetry #character death cw #lung cancer cw

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fallen029 · 7 years

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Love and Lanterns

Seriously. She just couldn't.

"The hell are you guys doing in my house?"

Then the Thunder God had to go and come home early, ruining everything.

"What does it look like?" Lisanna retorted to Laxus' annoyed question. "We're carving pumpkins."

"I got that, you brat," Laxus grumbled as he shut the front door behind him and walked further into the room. "But why are you doing it in my living room? And you're getting pumpkin guts everywhere!"

"And why," the slayer complained, "would she think that?"

"Because, dragon," they heard then called from the kitchen. "He makes those cute little babies."

The seith glared over at the doorway to the hall though it was actually directed at Mirajane. "They're not cute. They're ferocious."

"Mmmm," Lisanna hummed as she hacked away at her own, far less skilled (if not downright pitiful) pumpkin. "You hear that, babies? You're ferocious."

"Ferocious," they all sang as they floated around. "Ferocious."

"I don't care what they are," Laxus said. "As long as they and the two of you get the hell outta here and take your damn pumpkins-"

"Dragon," Mirajane called from the other room. "Come here for a second."

"No, I-" He stopped himself. "Do I smell cookies?"

"You do. They're for the party tomorrow night."

Narrowing his eyes first at Bickslow then at Lisanna and finally at the five floating dolls, Laxus barked out, "You win for now, losers," before heading to the kitchen. His demon called, after all.

And so did her cookies.

With Laxus gone, the dolls went back to singing, Lisanna back to carving (destroying), and Bickslow back to his deep contemplation.

"Bicks?" his girlfriend asked after giving her jack-o-lantern a wickedly devious grin.

"Hmmm?"

"You okay over there?"

He was seated on the other side of the living room, visor off. Not glancing over at her, he said simply, "I'm thinking."

"Mirajane literally bought us ten, huge pumpkins," the woman pointed out. "You can screw up on this one and then try harder on the next. Besides, it's not that big of a deal."

Not his babies, but he figured that the man wouldn't ask for that much anyhow.

As it was though, he had to make each and every pumpkin perfect.

"What have you done?" he complained when he saw Lisanna's. "That's horrible."

"I know," she giggled as she stared admiringly at her piece of work (junk). "Isn't it great?"

"Heh?"

"Jack-o-lanterns are supposed to be horrible, right?" She grinned at him. "You know, scary?"

"That's not scary, Lissy," he grumbled. "That's just a waste of a perfectly good pumpkin."

"Hey!"

"Hey," his dolls mimicked the woman, coming to fly around her head then. "Hey, Papa!"

"Babies, there's no time," he grumbled. "Papa's thinking."

"Unless you're thinking up ways to apologize," Lisanna said with a frown, "then you're wasting your time."

"Play," the five dolls cheered. "Play, Lissy. Play."

Pushing up and leaving her pumpkin behind, Lisanna said, "Fine, Bickslow. Be a jerk. Come on, babies. Let's leave him to it then. Since it's so much more important than us."

They were going for a walk.

"I," Laxus growled, "am the king of my own castle."

"That's great. Now give me a cookie."

"That means, dummy," the man continued as he went to take a seat on the couch, "that if I want a damn cookie or a piece of cake, I'm going to get one."

Bickslow only stared at him, blinking slightly. "She gave them to you to keep you from kicking us out, didn't she?"

Shrugging, the man said, "My woman drives a hard bargain."

"Yeah, well, mine doesn't," the seith said as he went back to looking over his pumpkins. "So I don't know what you came in here talking about-"

"The fact that you let her walk out all mad or whatever," the slayer said as he spoke around the cookie he'd shoved in his mouth. "It was pretty dang obvious."

"What? Lissy? Mad? No. She doesn't get mad."

"As her brother-in-law-"

"You could just say brother. She does."

"-I know when she's ticked," he finished. "And Lisanna is ticked. If you weren't so caught up in this stupid pumpkin business-"

"It's not stupid. I'm an artiste!"

Uh, trying to win the man's favor so that he could shove it in Freed and Evergreen's faces. What the hell else could it be?

"Nothin', boss," he said. "I was just, you know, trying to do a good job for your woman. She did ask me to, after all."

"Yeah, well, keepin' the demon happy is my job," Laxus told him simply. "And I got it more than under control. As someone who's tamed a Strauss-"

"Do what now?"

"That's what I was saying!"

"-but it also ain't worth you and Lisanna fighting over." Laxus shrugged. "I mean, I've seen worth. A lot worse. You should have seen the pumpkins that Mirajane put out last year."

"I did," the seith said slowly. "We all did."

"And now you know why she asked someone else to do them this year."

"I do. We all do." Reaching up to scratch at his Mohawk, the man said, "You think that I really hurt Lissy's feelings?"

"Yeah, I don't really no. Or care anymore. Mira!" Laxus got to his feet again. "Can I have some more cake?"

"No, dragon. It's for the-"

"I'm the king of my own castle!"

"Stop yelling. And what does that even mean?"

As they quarreled, Bickslow only looked over his last nine pumpkins before sighing.

"Maybe Lissy is more important than impressing boss," he mumbled.

More like definitely.

Hers was out there, the yellow flame from the candle inside of it making it look extra creepy.

Next to it was a much better done, standard one. It had a jagged grin and triangle eyes, and, fine, she would admit it, looked way better than hers.

I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U

"You're such a dork," she complained to Bickslow as the babies rushed to go look at the pumpkins, oohing and awing. "You know that?"

"Bleh," the slayer complained as Mirajane only giggled and clapped her hands. "Total waste. I said to make up with her, dingbat. Not waste perfectly good pumpkins."

"I'll buy more," Mira told him through a giggle. "And don't call him names."

"The hell you will," Laxus complained. "I'm the king of the castle! And I say to stop spending all our jewels on stupid things."

"I still don't know what that means, so-"

"Just stop spending our money!"

Lisanna and Bickslow were ignoring them as, really, at some point Mirajane and Laxus just got annoying, and focused more on one another.

"Your pumpkin ain't bad, kid," the seith was saying as the babies came back over to them, whining something about the candles. "It was just-"

"No," she sighed as she glanced over at it again. "Compared to yours, it was pretty bad."

Grinning, his tongue fell out of his mouth as he said, "Yeah, well, I am an artiste. Look at the babies stylish bodies, yeah? Perfection!"

"Perfection!" the dolls agreed as Lisanna only giggled. "Papa! Candles! Candles!"

"What's wrong, babies?" He frowned at them. "I'm havin' a moment with the kid here and-"

"What is it?" Lisanna reached up to take one of them, Pappa, out of the sky when he came close enough. "What's wrong?"

"Candle," the doll insisted. "Candle."

"Oy, you don't like 'em?" Bickslow glanced over at the glowing pumpkins. "I thought they were pretty nifty."

"Candles!" Suddenly, all five of the babies began to glow as if they were ready to attack. No beams came from them though. "Candles!"

"I think," Lisanna began as she went to get on the porch and head over to one of the jack-o-lanterns, "that I know what they want."

And so, after leaning down to blow out five of the candles, Lisanna and Bickslow let the babies, still glowing their green light, sit in the hollowed out pumpkins to illuminate them.

"Huh?"

"You've never carved me a pumpkin that showed how much you love me."

He only stared. "You do know how crazy you sound, right?"

"I want babies," she added enviously as Lisanna and Bickslow admired theirs lights, lavishly complimenting all five of them the entire time. "Dragon, give me babies!"

"Stop talking about castles!"

"Me too," she agreed before frowning. "Except for the second one."

"Rude."

"That's not rude."

"It's pretty rude."

"Don't argue with me, Bickslow."

After just getting her back on his side? No freaking way.

#Bixanna #Miraxus #Bickslow #Lisanna #Laxus #Mirajane #Mira #Fanfiction #Fairy Tail

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