We know Lucy loves her spirits with all her heart. To me, those smiles are very similar. So I’ll be damned if Lucy doesn’t love Natsu with all her heart as well. Lucy may not have had many fight scenes but she has been on an emotional rollercoaster, there’s no question of that.
Reminder. If you’re rping a canon character and feeling insecure about your writing, or fearing replacement, simply remember that your muse is not just a duplicate. No one else will be able to breathe life into that character the way you do. No one else will feel the exact way you feel about your muse. There will be people who value your muse and never stop writing with you no matter what. There will be people who appreciate your portrayal, no matter how many other versions are out there. Always remember why you made your blog. Never let anyone or anything cast your passion out of your heart !!
—There is no blue grass here. The grass is green. Grass is always green. Even the bluegrass is green. We don’t know why.
—The sun shines bright on our old Kentucky home. The rain pummels it five minutes later. The sun comes out even sooner. A tornado can be seen from the distance. It’s practically picnic weather.
—Look out at the corn field; now it is a strip mall. The fields get smaller and smaller. Farmers are baffled. Who keeps planting all of these stores? Everyone blames Indiana.
—Sinkholes are everywhere. The house next door is gone now. Only a hole remains. Bless their heart. They had it coming.
—They say Frankfort is the capital. Nobody has ever seen Frankfort. It is so small. We have lost Frankfort. We have found the Confederate capital, Bowling Green. It wasn’t hard to find; they never shut up about being the Confederate capital.
—It is impossible to see anything. Is that a giant fog? No, it is cigarette smoke. I thought this was a no smoking establishment. Where’s the sign? Oh wait, I can’t see it. Maybe it was never there. Only the smoke remains.
—That is not how you pronounce Versailles. Nobody knows how to pronounce Versailles in Kentucky. They are forever cursed to pronounce it as “ver-sales”. Bless their hearts.
—I have been in Lexington for a week. I am still in Lexington. I thought I left yesterday. A month has passed. There is no end to this place. A horse prances in the distance, signalling my doom. I am trapped here for eternity.
—I don’t know where Louisville ends and Jeffersonville begins. Am I in Kentucky? Am I in Indiana? Everyone sounds the same. I can’t tell. I sip my sweet tea in agony. This isn’t sweet tea. This is a mint julep. I cry into the glass. Bless my heart.