Since I think the Charles is CeCe reveal is fake, I’m going to watch the show from the beginning and see what questions I have. (Any “answers” given in Game Over, Charles are irrelevant to me because I think they’re fake). All answers given in the show will be bolded with the episode it was answered in, in parenthesis. Just a warning this is going to be long hence the show has over 100 episodes. Also, I have a lot of -A related questions that have never been confirmed. Even during Mona’s reign as -A, some things just don’t add up. I know Marlene says that everything from season 1 and until the end of season 2 is Mona and season 3 starts a new -A, but like I said, some things don’t add up.
Pilot (1x01) Spencer heard someone scream ‘that night’, who was it? Why did the Montgomery’s leave Rosewood for a year? To get away from Rosewood after Alison went missing. (2x19) Did Ezra follow/know Aria was going to be at the Hollis Bar & Grill or was he there coincidentally? Why did Hanna roll her eyes when she waved to Aria in class? Who was the blonde in Maya’s (Alison’s) room? How did Hanna start off in the crowd looking at the chaos of Alison’s house when a body was found then ended up behind Spencer and Aria (behind the crowd)? What’s the “Jenna Thing”? Alison lit a firecracker in the Cavanaugh’s garage while Jenna and her step brother, Toby, were in it. The firecracker ended up blinding Jenna. Alison told the girls to keep it a secret and they let Toby take the blame for it. (1x02)
As crunchyroll finally released the last chapter I decided writing my opinion on it. I will make side comments but the main subject will be Nalu since many of you asked me if I think it is canon or not.
First of all we will be starting with the cover page, in which Mashima left some hidden clues.
where have we seen this before? That`s right.
Natsu`s shirt, which is more manly is more in his style with one long sleeve and a shor one is matching to Lucy`s old outfit from x792. Mashima always made them matchy clothes, didnt matter it was a bracelet, the colors, or a whole outfit.
Moving on… we didn`t have much interaction between NaLu at Lucy`s party
Even so, Mashima brought us a little nostalgia on the good times when Lucy was always screaming at Natsu and he wasn’t bothered by it, morover acting like a child. They are supposed to be 28-29 here right? (excepting the time skip) They remained the same kids they were once.
I have to say that i am really proud of Lucy. She`s such a kind girl, she didn’t care if her novel made her rich or not, but she fullfilled one of her dreams. Isn’t that amazing? I am really proud of my baby ♥
Also I have to say I am happy Anna remained in her timeline. She already lost her parents and she finally has a relative.
There we have a little teasing from Gajeel and also from Mashima himself.
Anna was the one who sent Natsu n this timeline, Anna made his scarf. He knew her since he was a little boy, he gave him the chill and he is admitting THIS is why he is always so relaxed being around Lucy. She has always been there for him, taking care of him and covering things for him. She was a good friend to him, his best friend and she grew in more.
Gajeel is teasing Natsu in here saying “ you liked her”
What could have Natsu say? “No? I disliked her?” No. Also Gajeel is shocked about his answer. He answered so relaxed and can you see that blushing Lucy? That`s right, she is blushing because Natsu somehow said he likes her. If he likes Anna, Lucy is alike to Anna, he likes Lucy too. so regarding the fact both Lucy and Anna have a similar smell, he is always so relaxed around Lucy, isn’t it the fact that your home has a certain smell, gives you a certain comfort? This is what Lucy is for him. His home.
In this panel, Lucy is admitting herself she is jealous over Gajevy. Why is she jealous? Because Gajevy managed growing into a mature relationship, Gajeel became a man, while Natsu is still an immature little brat, but he is her brat. We will never see Natsu saying things like Gajeel “ The woman i fell for” “ I wished walking side by side with you” or something like this. No, Natsu has his own way to express his feelings. Let`s remember some of his lines “ I am going to save Lucy” “ Lay one finger on Lucy and I turn you to ashes” “ Even if it’s just her head, Lucy is still Lucy “ “ From today on, you are mine” “Long time no see, Lucy” and so many others. There are different ways of saying “I love you” Its in your gestures and let’s remember how Natsu was affected by Future Lucy’s death and when they fought with August how he climbed over her to protect her. He is never going to let her die again.
Also Lucy is blushing so hard and is emarassed by the things Gajeel and Levy had done. She is not mature herself to do things a couple should be doing. She is still embarassed about this even if she is 19(or 28)
See? She had the same reaction as Wendy. A reaction a child would have when hearing things.
This doesnt have any link to Nalu but im posting it for gruvians and my gruvia heart
Finally you`ve got a hang of it Gray-sama. @giushia
Mashima is giving a tease again. “ the pair im most” the pair. So there are pairings.
Even if they fought Zeref and he put them trough hell, look at her face. She knows that Zeref and Mavis had found their peace they are back being someone else. Her look is saying “ sadness but still happiness” Could this be the love she`s also dreaming of? Even if they had a tragic destiny, they found their way back to each other.
she, herself is happy for everyone. Every single mage is happy including herself.
Now, let`s start with the Nalu Pages
there you go, Mashima putting another old scene. “ This is my room” But remember the first time Natsu was in her room? She kicked him out.
While now she made this cute face, she didnt kick them out and isn’t bothered by it anymore. Yet she still has to say something about it. A girl has to keep her dignity.
The love is in the gestures you do. How I said up. Natsu carried her home, took care of her. Its a little gesture, but what could had happen if he wasn’t there to carry her home while she passed out?
He took her home, he took care of her. He watched over her.
Now, that`s Lucy` way of complaining she will never walk down the aisle, she will never be a bride.
Yet, Natsu finds a way, an open door
“ You can walk out” You can walk out with HIM and join him in his job, like she has always done. Look at her face.He just gave her hope.
THIS IS NATSU`S WAY OF SAYING “ I wanted to walk side by side with you”. “ You can walk and take a job with us”
Furthermore, she is remembering all the memories the two of them had together. She bursts in tears.
And hugs him
She hugs him. He is the person who gave her everything. Without Natsu, Lucy would have still been the Heartfilia Princess. she should have married someone she didnt like, she wouldnt have achieved one of her dreams and she wouldnt have been in Fairy Tail.
She is greatful for having him, for giving her everything she wished for and even if she was rich, he gave her what her parents and their money couldnt afford. Friends and family. Fairy Tail was her family, they had always protected her, they had always been there for her.
Yet, Natsu doesn’t know what to do. He doesnt want to see her crying even if they are tears of joy. He just want to see her happy.
In these panels, I dont know if i can agree with the others or not, that a panel is missing. Seems it is missing something but at the same time not. Did he kiss her? Why is she so shocked? Or..he didnt kiss her, yet she said “ wait” if hereally didnt kiss her, then her “wait” was “ wait, I am not ready”.
But what are the things you did, Natsu? I dont think in this panel, Lucy is talking about her memories, but something he did.now. He answers “ what does it matter?” I saw lots of movies and series where the boy, after he kissed the girl and she said something similar to what Lucy said he answered “ why does it matter”. So he really might have kissed her and let`s remember Mashima doesnt know how to draw proper kisses. So a panel could be missing up there because Mashima didnt want to ruin that haha
They will always be togehter. They are going to a 100 years quest which is a lifetime. Natsu and Lucy will be together forever. Always and forever
My conclusion is that, in a subtle way than Gajevy`s or Gruvia, Nalu is canon and we can finally celebrate.
They have actual moments. They’re not simply standing beside each other in a panel that has no real meaningful context. You can actually see the sweet stuff Natsu does, and how Lucy’s opinion of him evolves throughout the series because of them. You can understand why it is Lucy has grown to like Natsu.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, how many reasons have I given you?
“Are you poisonous?” “Can I try to pick you up?” “How is your hair so soft?” “Why don’t you get pruney?” “Can you be eaten like sashimi?” “Have you ever fought off a shark?” “You’re even prettier than legends say.” “You speak our language surprisingly well.” “I thought mermaids were supposed to be pretty.” “Here, taste this. It’s a human drink called alcohol.” “Is it true that you can erase memories with a kiss?” “Wait! Please don’t leave! I’m not going to hurt you!” “If I fall in love with you, does that mean I’m into zoophilia?” “If you could get rid of your tail for legs and feet, would you?” “So, like… were you hatched from an egg? Or born like a shark?” “Should I build a house on the beach so we can always be together?”
“Do I scare you?” “Your bathtub is too small…” “Go ahead. You can touch me.” “You have to stop coming here.” “People are coming. I have to go.” “Can you take me back to the ocean?” “Why is there an eel between your legs?” “Why is there a clam between your legs?” “My scales are sharp. Please don’t touch them.” “Did you really go out and buy me a kiddy pool to lay in?” “I’m not just a fish. Stop treating me like I’m beneath you.” “I’m getting dehydrated. Can you spray me with the hose?” “Can you stop staring at me? You’re making me uncomfortable.” “I cant live on land, and you cant live in the water. We cant be together.” “If I leave the ocean for you, and you fall out of love with me, I’ll die. You have to know this.” “That’s not a pool. That’s a deep hole with muddy water. You cant expect me to swim in that.”
Y’all know my obsession with mer!Stiles but what about professional merman!Stiles and single dad!Derek whose little girl is obsessed with mermaids?
Derek understands it’s probably not healthy to try indulge all of his daughter’s impossible wishes, but she rarely asks for anything and if she wants a mermaid for her 6th birthday he’s going to find a way to make it happen.
Enter Stiles - professional merman. Derek isn’t exactly sure if a dude is quite what his daughter wants in a mermaid but between not wanting to ruin the surprise and the fact she pretty much squeals MERMAID!! MERMAID!! MERMAID!! when she sees anything that even slightly resembles a fish, he thinks a guy will be fine.
Derek is expecting…well, he’s not actually sure what he’s expecting. Do professional mermaids grow up wanting to be professional mermaids or does the job just come with a particular…lifestyle, like surfers and lifeguards and people way too obsessed with Disney? Whoever Derek is expecting to show up at his door though, it certainly isn’t someone who greets him by saying, “holy shit, you’re gorgeous” followed by “wait, I mean…holy shit you’re gorgeous.” Derek hasn’t felt his cheeks turn red since he was fifteen, which is why he’s totally not to blame when all he manages to say in return is, “do you come with your own tail?”
“Why, you planning on supplying one for me, big guy? I do have my own tail but if kitting me out in a different one is something you’re into….” he winks, like he was fucking born to, and for a moment Derek is kind of terrified he’s accidentally hired a hooker who thinks Derek has a weird mermaid fetish.
“Um…no….that’s….okay.” He swears he used to have better game than this. Not that he’s trying to flirt with Stiles. He hired him for his daughter’s birthday party, for fuck’s sake. There are rules. He’s almost certain.
“Great, well, if you could just lead me to the pool….” Stiles squints. “You….do have a pool, right? Once someone hired me to sit in a bathtub all day and while you might think getting paid to sit around in bathtub all day is the world’s best job, believe me when I say it’s not.”
Half an hour later, Derek blushes again - this is really getting out of hand - when Stiles knocks on his back door, panting, “okay, so, I know my website says professional and please trust me when I say I am but…could you help me get my tail on? Usually I have my buddy Scott to help me set up but it’s his anniversary today and, well,” he shrugs. Derek doesn’t stop blushing for the rest of the day, in fact. Especially during lunch when the kids go inside to watch The Little Mermaid and Stiles flops up onto the pool side, the moles scattered all down his neck and chest doing funny things to Derek under the glare of the sun. Not even the way Stiles’ nose starts to burn puts him off. All it does is force Derek outside, awkwardly standing over Stiles, shyly holding out some sunscreen.
It doesn’t help that Stiles is perfect with the kids, either. No question is too silly for him and he even manages to coax his daughter’s friend Isaac to the edge of the pool even though Isaac is frightened of mermaids and the only reason he came today is because his daughter promised to hold his hand all day and protect him (which Derek noted fondly Isaac couldn’t stop talking about all week, according to his older brother).
The real problem starts, however, when his daughter asks Stiles if he will fall in love with her daddy because her daddy deserves true love because he’s he bestest daddy in the whole world and mermaids always always make sure when they fall in love it’s the “big explody” kind of love, right? You’re not an evil mermaid, are you Stiles? You won’t try to drown my daddy if he kisses you, will you?
“No, sweetheart, I won’t drown your daddy if he tries to kiss me.” He looks over at Derek, waggling his eyebrows. Derek, god help him, has never been so endeared in his life.
“See, daddy,” his daughter yells, putting her hands on her hips. “I told you.”
Stiles bites down on a laugh and Derek crosses his arms, raises an eyebrow at her. “Lacy, what have I told you about trying to set daddy up with strangers?”
“But Stiles isn’t a stranger, daddy. He’s got a tail.”
Derek sighs, leading Lacy into the house. “I’m sure Stiles already has a lovely mer…person waiting for him at home.”
“You won’t ever find love if you don’t take a chance, daddy,” Lacy pouts, sounding scarily like Erica whenever they get onto the topic of his love life (which is horribly frequent these days).
“Yeah,” Stiles call after them, “take a chance, daddy! I promise, we merfolk don’t bite.” He pauses. “Much.” He winks and Derek blushes for probably the 100th time that day.
He hates everything.
Except, he really doesn’t because after putting Lacy to bed, he comes back down stairs to find Stiles’ number on the envelope of cash he had left out for Stiles to take.
We merfolk don’t have use for money but if you want to buy me dinner some time, we do like to eat.
P.S. Curly fries are optional but highly encouraged.
P.P.S. If you bring me this money instead of curly fries, this relationship is not going to work.
(Spoiler alert: Derek doesn’t bring Stiles his money. Instead he puts it in a box, still inside the envelope, which neither of them touch until Stiles proposes five years later when they use it to buy celebratory engagement pizza and that fancy ice cream that Lacy loves so much - which she henceforth insists on calling “finally ice cream” because, well…..finally.)
It may be extremely easy to just put magic into a story you’re creating, or explain away things with the excuse of “magic.” But if that is how magic is handled in your world, readers are going to find major plot holes in your story. Magic needs rules and guidelines, even in stories where it’s not in the foreground. Without rules, magic could be the solution to all, or you end overpowering a character because he has no restrictions on how he can use his magic.
But where do you start when setting ground rules for how and when magic can be used? My goal in this post is to give you some ideas while you map out your world of magic.
Who can learn magic? Is magic a thing that all people can learn, or certain people who have a knack for it? Is magic something that can be learned at all? Perhaps it’s only readily available for those who are born with it, such as the wizards in Harry Potter. Or magic is contained in things, such as charms, amulets, or unicorn horns. People may have to learn how to access the magic contained in these items, but they are solely reliant on items in order to use magic. Perhaps magic can only be learned by certain races.
How is magic learned? In Harry Potter, wizards go to school for seven years to learn how to use magic. Other books wizards have apprentices they train. Can magic be self-taught? How does a person access magic? Through emotion, thoughts, something else? Perhaps learning magic requires a large sacrifice.
Does the magic need to be channeled? Once again, using the example of Harry Potter, wizards need wands in order to use magic. Other common themes involve wizards using staffs in order to use magic. But there are stories where wizards don’t need an item to channel the magic, such as the wizards in the anime/manga series Fairy Tail. Perhaps magic does need an item to be channeled through, but it doesn’t have to be the traditional wand or staff.
How often can a person use magic? Does magic use up a person’s energy, and therefore a person’s magic is limited to how much energy they have? Perhaps they have a different “energy”, such as mana, that restricts how much magic they can use? Maybe you want to go the Once Upon a Time route and magic isn’t used in excess because it comes with a price. Perhaps how magic is used is why people don’t use it so often. Maybe magic is used very often.
Does magic need incantations? Harry Potter uses incantations, whether is it is verbal or non-verbal. There does not seem to be an incantations in the magic that the Witch uses in the Chronicles of Narnia. Incantations are used quite often in the Septimus Heap series. And there no incantations in Lord of the Rings. Or maybe incantations are reserved for the more powerful, older spells. Perhaps incantations make a spell more stable.
Can magic be invoked by using items? Potions is one of the common ways this is used. But sometimes certain spells can only be invoked by using ingredients, like in the show Charmed or the movie Practical Magic. Perhaps it’s only used occasionally, such as some spells performed in the show Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Maybe items are used in only certain branches, such as Divination in Harry Potter.
What cannot be done by magic? With the Genie’s magic in Disney’s Aladdin, he could not make someone come back from the dead, fall in love, or grant more wishes. Food cannot be created out of thin air according to the rules of magic in Harry Potter. Actual love in Harry Potter can’t be created, but enchantments that cause the victim to have an obsessive type of love does exist. Perhaps the dead can be raised, as evidenced by stories with necromancy, but it can’t actually bring back the person completely. Something’s missing. Perhaps only skeletons can be brought back, or the person comes back in a zombie like state. Perhaps you would go so far as to say that magic cannot create permanent things out of nothing.
Does magic have categories/a way it is organized? Potions, Divination, Transifiguration, Charms, etc. Or light, dark, chaos, order, water, fire, etc. Or human magic, dragon magic, unicorn magic, elf magic, etc. And it doesn’t have to have only one way of organization. It can have several levels, just like when science organizes living organisms.
So these are few things to consider when creating magic. The nature of your magic may not necessarily fit into all of these questions, and that’s fine. But don’t be afraid to have long explanations for your magic. You probably won’t fit it all in your story - in fact, you’ll want to be careful how you incorporate magic rules as you don’t want to infodump on your readers - but having the rules there will help you create your story and give you some answers to the why questions that might come up, such as, “why don’t they just magic themselves out?”
Thanks to @tantalum-cobalt and @chimaerakitten for looking this over. I didn’t change much but the things you pointed out, so thanks for taking the time to beta! I really appreciate it!
“What if I poke him?” someone murmurs.
do that, he’s going to hit you,” someone else says.
wouldn’t hit me. It’s Dick.” The first voice pauses. “And besides, he’d totally
poke me, too.”
“No, I’d do
it to you. Or Damian, or Steph. But not Dick.”
Todd,” a new voice chimes in, though it sounds reluctant. “Grayson would most
likely dote on the sight of you drooling on your pillow.”
snickers. “Oh my God. Now I can’t stop picturing it.”
if you know what’s good for you, Damian. You, too, Tim.”
voices are invading his dreams, Dick realizes. He can’t match voices to names
or faces, but they sound familiar enough that Dick figures he’s not in any
danger. And honestly, Dick’s tired enough to sleep for days.
wishes the voices would get the memo.
tuts. “Like you could take me down.”
him alone, Jay.”
what’s up with that? Since when are you on the Demon Brat’s side?”
stopped Bruce from throwing out all of my coffee.”
I even want to know?”
thought it might be a fruitful investment. I turned out to be correct.”
forces his eyes open, and he blinks blearily up at the trio standing in the
middle of the living room, just inches away from the couch Dick had collapsed
on when he’d gotten back to the Manor earlier. None of them are looking at him,
and while they’re all being relatively quiet, it isn’t quiet enough for Dick.
He’s tired, and as much as he’d normally love for his little brothers to be in
the same room and talking and not
killing each other, now is kind
of a bad time.
wants to sleep, preferably without any little brothers interrupting his first
rest in over 48 hours.
Santa: i’ll give you anything you want this christmas
me: well okay then. gimme a hoverboard. like, an actual, futuristic hoverboard
Santa: boi make it realistic
me: gimme a Sonic game that portrays Sonic and Amy’s relationship in a way that’s not just some cheap, uncharacteristic ‘comedy’ gag and actually develops their relationship without having to sacrifice their personalities. why does Amy always have to be the fangirl, when she’s perfectly capable of holding a normal conversation with Sonic? can’t they just be FRIENDS for once?
me: gimme a Sonic game that gives the rest of the Sonic cast the character development they deserve. what the hell happened to Cream? where’s Blaze? what’s the point of having such a colorful cast of diverse characters when they’re all just nearly blank stereotypes? flesh them out!
me: and lastly…
me: gimme a Sonic fanbase that’s just thankful that they got two Sonic games in one year, even if both games disappointed them.
Santa: so, uh, what kind of hoverboard do you want? what color? hell, do you want a DRAGON? i heard those are cooler
Hello! Could you do a hoseok mermaid au please? I just really find that concept real cute :)) and and i just wanna say i love your bloggg !
really felt like writing some hoseok,,,,so here you go!!!
is a merman,,,,but his lower part is smooth and not scaley,,,it’s more similar to a shark than to a fish
he has double fins near his hips and some scars around them because he’s always trying to get up close to new coral and new fish that he hasn’t seen before and his friends jin and yoongi always tell him to watch himself,,,,,but hoseok kind of lives for adventure and never listens so,,,
his skin is a golden tan but once you get to the gills near his neck it turns slightly blue like his tail with small speckles running from below his jaw up into his cheekbones
wears shark teeth earrings that taehyung made him
when he smiles it’s like ,,,,,,there’s sunshine underwater????? rumor has it it reflects up into the sky???
but also when he smiles u can see that some of his teeth are super duper sharp compared to a normal mermaids
you actually work at a small seaside cafe during the summers that sits right on the boardwalk to the ocean
and on some mornings the owners trust u with opening up the place but,,,,that’s like super early around 5am,,,,,and some people are out mostly those who jog on the boardwalk and all that
but the beach is practically vacant but one day ur sure u can see the figure of someone sitting in the rocks close to underneath one of the boardwalks bridges
and u think,,,,,for a moment,,,,,that u have to be hallucinating,,,or maybe the person ur seeing spent the night there????
worried u grab some food from the cafe,,,,and head out to see if the person might be hungry in case they’re homeless or something
but as ur climbing over the sharp rocks you accidentally scrape your arm which somehow makes the boy a couple yards away react
(maybe it has something to do with a sharks keen sense of smell,,,esp for blood)
but he turns and for a moment u just freeze because,,,,he’s too far to hear u??? right??? but u wave awkwardly either way,,,wincing when u realize ur hand has started to bleed
but you just clutch your fingers into a fist and try to make ur way over and the boy,,,,,once ur only three feet away,,,,is still looking at your hand
and u notice how handsome he is,,,,but theres some kind of discoloration in his face,,,,and u see something that looks like fins on his neck and ur like wha-
but he reaches out before u can say anything and takes ur hand thats still in a fist, gently prying it open and then?????? bringing it to his lips
and ur like ?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?1? UM but when he pulls back he smiles and u see his teeth and ur like even more confused but he just keeps grinning and goes
“u should wrap the cut with seaweed, it’ll stop ur bleeding” and ur like caught between being at a loss for words because did this stranger lick your wound? why does he have gills? his eyes are such a pretty sparkling brown? what is going on?
and hoseok suddenly splashes his tail which diverts ur attention and ur like OH MY GOD MERMAID
and hoseok bursts into laughter and is like “yep!!! sometimes people say sharkmaid,,,,sharkman,,,,but yeah!! my names hoseok by the way!!”
and he sticks his hand out like it’s the mOST casuaL Thing
but the only words u can blurt out are “people know about you?” and hoseok blinks a bit and laughs again and is like “not really!!!! but i realized u were hurt so i couldnt just slip away into the water.”
his smile settles on his face again and ur still standing there pretty sure ur in bed dreaming rn
when hoseok points at the bag and is like “for me???” and ur like “y-y-yeah but it’s a- a- -t–tuna–tuna- s-sand-sandwhich i-so-sorry-didn’t know-kn -know u wer-e a m-mermaid-shark-sharkmaid-mer—me–merma”
and hoseok seems a little shocked by your shaking voice and he takes the bag anyway and thanks u and asks if u wanna sit beside him he’s going to leave soon since people are going to start coming out but since u already know he’s here ^^
and u do,,,knees basically giving out because ur still looking at him like this- what-
and up close u can see his gills better and the long,,,blue fins near his waist and where his ears should be,,,the shark teeth swaying from them every time he tilts his head to give u a smile
and u dont know what to even ask or say all u can think of is “are u,,,,a prince?? like in little mermaid she’s a princess so-” and this cracks hoseok up again
and he’s like no no im normal,,,,just like you
and you’re like no no no u have a.,,,,,,tail,,,,,,,,a shark tail,,,,,,i just have legs
and hoseok is like this is true but hey we both have eyes and a nose and look ur cute!!! i cute too!!!
and ur like kjsdhfgfds oh,,,,yes,,,u are cute,,,,,but im n-
and hoseok puts his finger to ur lips and is like “nope! ur cute. ive seen some humans before,,,,,none as cute as you”
and the compliment makes u flush and u look down at the water
and hoseok thinks to himself that are all humans this shy,,,,,it’s even more endearing than he thought,,,,
when suddenly a boats horn passes by and hoseok slips into the water off the rocks and it startles u
but he pocks his head up above the water and is like “thanks for the,,,,,,sandwich u said??? i liked meeting u!!! let’s see each other again!!”
and u get up and lean over a bit so u can be closer to hear him
when hoseok takes off his earring and outstretches his hand to u and is like “here!! so u can remember me cute human!!”
and with that he smiles one last time,,,,the sharp teeth don’t even bother u because u feel like that smile ,,,,,is somehow the warmest smile u have ever seen
and disappears into the ocean
and u stand there,,,,holding the shark tooth earring,,,,wondering if ull see him again,,,,,,,,,,,or if ur seriously still dreaming
Annoying little shit
Always curls his tail around your arm
Ears generally laid back
Gets shy about his ears, and tail
Gets excited over the smallest things
“Look how pretty” - him
“Ji, that’s the same bird that comes around every morning.” - you
He didn’t hear a word you said tbh
He has his random ‘violent’ moments
He’ll be sitting there
Both of you doing nothing
And, he’ll randomly comment;
‘I have a severe urge to start a fire.’
▪ ‘…Please don’t.’
“I’ll be back later.’ - you
‘Where are you going?’
▪ ‘Out, with friends–’ - you
He stays quiet for a few seconds
‘Yes, father. I have friends who happen to be male.’
Nods and just settles on the couch
Overthinks the whole time you’re gone
Probably sniffles a bit to himself
But, easily distracts himself at some point
▪ Takes care of your hungover ass
▪ Doesn’t talk to you, though
Still bitter over you ‘going out with other guys’ instead of ‘spending time with your favorite person.’
Can’t help but wonder if you don’t like him because of the cat pieces
One day decides to hide his ears with a beanie
Tail curled up to hide, as well
Though, it doesn’t take long before it becomes uncomfortable
One day, you notice he looks like he’s in pain
He hesitates for a good three minutes
Eventually just uncurls his tail
Not without a whimper
The kinked up appendage swaying behind him
‘Why’d you have it curled so long?’
‘And, you know your ears bother you if you have them tucked back too long.’
You say, taking his hat off, and beginning to pay attention to his tail
‘I- didn’t think you liked them.’
You are a bit dumbfounded
‘What? Why? If I didn’t like them, you wouldn’t be in my house-’
‘No n o, I mean…’
He becomes awkward as shit
‘Are you hungry? Let’s go out for dinner.’
Avoids the topic at all costs
He’s a wild person
He doesn’t need to be tied down
He needs to just let it go and live freely
Over time, he gets to the point of dealing with his ‘non existent’ feelings
Until you show up with another man
‘Ji! This is Kyungil, I wanted you two to finally meet.’
And, he snapped
No one was allowed to hold your hand
Or kiss you
Or even breathe that close to you
No one, but him
He made this clear
After you two had, had your weekly movie night
And ended up in bed together
He shut you up with a kiss
‘Stop yelling. It’s too early for that, shit.’
You just kind of stare at him
▪ ‘I’m only saying this once. I love you, y/n, and, I’m not taking no for an answer.’
With that, he curled his tail around your thigh
And, cuddled back up to get some more sleep
A month of contemplation
Hell hole of feelings
Literally a shit month
You both finally settled down in this relationship-thing
As he called it
You didn’t exactly have a title
But, if someone touched you
He’d probably claw them to pieces
▪ Forehead kisses
Hand in your back pocket
Arm on your waist
Tail curled around your limb
▪ Matching hair colors
Would literally buy you the world
You are pampered
Ironically, calls you his Kitten
Insists that you pick out a collar for him
‘So everyone knows to return me to you.’
▪ ‘Gag me-’
You say, rolling your eyes
You don’t miss the smirk, and eyebrow wiggle he offers
Well unless he’s in a pissy mood
You mean the world to him
Your the only one allowed to touch his ears, and tail
▪ Is very gentle with you
Does everything to make you smile
Lets you do basically whatever you want
‘Hey, Ji- can I paint your nails?’
He’ll gladly stretch his hands out to you
‘Can I dye your hair?’
Moves to drop his head on your lap
He’s your canvas
Have at it
He really does care for you
▪ Very deeply
If you’re unhappy
He’s gotta do anything to make you happy
▪ God help them if anyone upsets you
They might go missing
Likes to - attempt - cook for you
Always sets up little dates
Keeping things spontaneous
If you have kids, he’d gladly watch them if you went out
Oddly responsible for being basically a mental child
Once again: m o o d y
He’s a cat
What did you expect
▪ Has a small drop of anger issues
▪ Gets a bit cocky
Like he’s God’s gift to the world
He gets insecure
Sometimes to the point you might fight
Might nit-pick over tiny things
Whines when you go hang out with others
Needs a fair amount of attention
Still has his panics about his ears and tail
Might get annoying - depending on who you are and how you deal -
You aren’t allowed to have a pet
‘Am I not enough- I mean, I am a cat.’
Likes to tear things up
Like will literally sit and tear paper or something
Just because he can
He likes doing little things
Painting on you
▪ Biting on you
Just touching you
Licks you a l o t
Your neck is his canvas
Likes doodling on your arms
Loves when you wear his clothes
Likes to sing to you
He also thoroughly enjoys being on the other end of things
When you cook for him
Play games with him
He really loves when you read to him
Or just tell him stories
Likes hearing your voice in general
He likes anything that is fun
Would basically enjoy the Earth catching fire if he was with you.
In the end, Jiyong is your prince. He loves you, respects you, and wants to make sure you have the happiest life you can- whatever you want, need, want to go, want to do; he’s going to make it happen.
Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn’t expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn’t expecting to enjoy the company so much
Eddie hurried to his table for lunch, relived to find Stan
and Bill sitting in their usual spots. With a sigh he sat across from them,
letting his heavy backpack fall to the ground with a loud thud. The two boys
ignored his presence, completely engrossed in their heated conversation. The
smaller boy just shrugged them off, completely satisfied to be around his
actual friends for the first time that day.
Richie had been bothering him nonstop since the end of first
period. He gabbled, joked, prodded and followed him everywhere he went. No
matter what he said, the trashmouth would just shrug it off, place an arm
around him and say, “Aww, be nice to me Eds, you know you want to be my
friend.” It was so frustrating and for some stupid, unhealthy reason, endearing.
“S-so have you finally s-shaken that Richie k-kid?” Bill
asked, dropping the conversation with Stan who looked rather upset.
“Lost him in a crowd just before lunch. Hopefully he doesn’t
eat in the quad.” Eddie replied, taking a bite of his lunch. “I’ve never seen
him over here before.”
“Riche? As in steal a cheerleaders pom-poms and dance during
the pep-rally and getting suspended, Richie?” Stan questioned, annoyance lacing
in his tone.
“Y-yeah.” Bill replied, smirking. “He’s g-got a c-crush on E-Eddie.
T-they came o-out of t-the closet t-together after s-school yesterday.”
Eddie could feel his ears redden, “It’s not what it sounds
like.” He protested, sneering towards Bill. “We just hid in the same place
“Look, I don’t care.” Stan replied grumpily, obviously still
fumed from the conversation before. “Just keep that kid away from our group.
Just looking at him gives me a headache.”
“I’m trying my best.” Eddie admitted, taking another bite of
his food, feeling slightly annoyed at Stan’s harsh tone. “He’s just so-so-“
“Handsome, perfect, the sexiest thing since high heels.”
Eddie froze, the obnoxious voice behind him booming in his ears. He looked
beside him just in time to watch Richie Trashmouth Tozier take a seat beside
him. “Lost you for a bit there Eds, wasn’t sure where you ate lunch.”
There was a loud groan from the small kid, “Did I say
something to you yesterday to imply that this was okay? Because if I did, I
take it back.” He sneered, only earning a smile from the boy beside him.
Richie shrugged, his attention suddenly on the other two
boys in the group. He pulled a cigarette from behind his ears and placed it
between his lips, smirking. “Hey there Billy, haven’t seen you since yesterday,
how have you been?”
Bill looked to Eddie, confused. “F-fine.” He muttered as
Richie light his death stick.
“You can’t smoke out here.” Stan hissed, leaning over the
table to pull the damn thing from Richie’s teeth only to have him lean out of
“Easy there big boy, at least buy me dinner before you get
all handsy.” The trashmouth joked, exhaling a long drag. “I don’t think we’ve
met and since Eddie bear only has two friends, I’m guessing you’re the bird
“H-his name’s S-Stan.” Bill corrected, earning a sharp eye
from his friends.
Richie chuckled, “Stan the man.” He jested, pulling the
cigarette out of his mouth. “It’s great to meet you, my new friend.”
“Eddie, get him out of here.” Stan grumbled, folding his
arms across his chest. “Now.”
“What do you want me to do?” Eddie asked, feeling his
irritation peak at Stan’s boorishness. “He’s not a dog.”
“He sure follows you around like one!” Stan replied harshly.
“Woof, woof.” Richie joked, taking another drag from his
cigarette and blowing it towards the grumpy boy across from him. Stan opened
his mouth to shriek in anger only to be stopped by the red hair girl who sat
She smiled and nodded to group before turning towards
Richie, “There you are, is this our new spot? It’s nice.”
Richie beamed, wrapping his arm around the girl before
announcing, “Boys, this is my good friend Beverly Marsh. Bev, this is Bill,
“Eddie.” She finished, gently extending her hand out for the
small boy. Eddie looked over to Bill who only shrugged. They shook hands and
Beverly grinned, “I’ve heard so much about you, it’s nice to finally meet you!”
“The fuck is happening?” Stan hissed.
“I have no fucking clue.” Eddie admitted, shaking the pretty
girls hand firmly.
“I like them.” Beverly announced, dropping Eddie’s hand and
taking out her own cigarette, which Richie lit. “They seem cool.”
Eddie felt his head spin, he looked to Richie who only
winked. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and spoke in a slow,
calm voice. “Okay look, I don’t know who you think you are but you can’t just-“
“Beverly did you get the notes from Chemistry, I lost mine.”
A stout boy asked, taking a seat beside Bill. He nodded towards the awkward
stares of the others and smiled. “I was going to ask you earlier but you
weren’t in our usual spot.”
“This is our new spot.” Beverly replied softly. “Ben, this
is the group. That’s Bill, Stan and-“
“Eddie. Got it.” Ben finished, smiling a shit-eating smile
at the small boy. Eddie could practically feel head explode. How in the hell
did these people know who he was? What the fuck was Richie telling them?
Stan stood from the table, his face turning crimson. He
looked to Eddie who completely ignored his sudden puff of confidence. With one
final breath he challenged the root of the problem, looking over to Richie. “Okay,
you guys are not in our group so you all need to-“
“Jesus, there you are Rich.” A tall, well-built boy huffed,
squeezing on the end by Beverly. He adjusted his letterman jacket nodding to
Stan who had frozen mid-sentence. “The captain of the football team is looking
to kick your ass, what did you do to him?”
Stan let out defeated sigh. “Why is happening?” He murmured
before sitting down into his spot and thumping his head against the table with
a grunt. “Now there’s seven.” He whispered under his breath and Bill began to
rub his back for support. “We were only three.”
Richie chuckled, “Mike, meet Stan, Bill, and-“
“Yeah Eddie.” Mike waved, dismissing the introductions,
Eddie groaned loudly. “I’m being serious Rich, he is going to kill you. He’s
saying that you called him a faggot.”
“Well technically I did.” Richie replied with a huff, smoke
trailing out of his nostrils. “It was like I was telling Eds here, that kid is
a closeted homosexual and he refuses to come out with the rest of us.” He
smirked, nodding towards Eddie, “Pun intended.”
Mike rolled his eyes, “Yeah well your lucky you’re my
“So you took care of it?” Richie practically squealed, Mike
nodded. “Oh man, you’re the best Mikey.”
“Is this our new spot?” Mike asked, looking around the quad
and smiling. “I like it, much better than Richie’s truck.”
Eddie felt a burning in his chest, suddenly overwhelmed by
their now crowded table. “Okay, what in the hell just happened? How do you
people even know my name?” He demanded, looking at the new faces at the table.
“Your dog brought his puppies.” Stan mocked, lifting his
head from the table. “We are a group of seven now.”
Eddie looked to Richie, who smiled his contagious smile. The
small boy narrowed his eyes, feeling annoyance claw at skin. It was Beverly who
broke his concentration, blowing smoke into the air she smiled and insisted,
“You’ll love us Eddie. Trust me, we will all get along just fine.”
Eddie’s gaze faltered, looking around the others who, minus
Stan, smiled in support. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in effort to
ward away the eventual headache he was going to receive. “Fuck me.” He hissed,
mostly to himself.
Richie chuckled, “If you’re offering than su-.” He was abruptly
cut off by Beverly’s elbow in his ribs.
The smoke swirled around the cab of the truck, creating a
heavy fog that consumed them. Richie sat in the driver’s seat, holding the
blunt between his fingers and taking one long drag. He smiled, blowing the
smoke on to the steering wheel. He admired the way it danced with the leather
before becoming a part of the accumulated fog. God, he enjoyed hot boxing,
Beverly accept the drug, pulling her own drag through the
now demised roll. She pushed her back against the passenger side door, sparling
her legs across Richie’s lap. The smoke exited her mouth beautifully, “I think
you about gave Eddie a conniption during lunch.” She joked, smirking at her
Richie accepted the blunt back, frowning at how little they
had left. “Nah, he took it better than I expected.” He mused, taking in a drag.
“Stan sure freaked out though, thought he was going to explode.”
“He was okay after a while, really warmed up to Mike and Ben
I thought.” She shrugged, smirking slightly at the curly haired boy with the overly
red face. Richie handed her what remained of their recreation, taking in the
last drag before putting out the fire in his ashtray. “So are we going to talk
about it or what?”
“Or what?” Richie joked, leaning his head back against the
headrest and breathing the lingering smoke around them.
Beverly scoffed, “Come on Rich, why in the hell did you have
us do all that?”
“Because there wasn’t any way Eddie would have brought his
small group to my truck.” He admitted, keeping his eyes closed. “We would have
just freaked him out and he would have turned tail and ran. This way he was
forced to accept us.”
“Why does he have to accept us?”
Richie raised his head, looking over to his friend. He
mulled over the question, debating what exactly the reason was for his shenanigans
during lunch. It was known that his sense of humor was off the wall crazy and
his friends usually just went along with whatever half assed plan he had come
up with but when he had told them about this it had been different. Richie made
sure they knew Eddie’s name, knew which one he was because it was important. It
was important to him that the small boys group knew his, became apart his and
yet he honestly didn’t know why. So he shrugged, feeling the tingling in his
face linger on his nose. “He just had to okay?”
“Awe, does Tozier have a crush?” She cooed, rubbing his
chest with her shoe.
He pushed her foot away and scoffed, “I don’t do cruses Bev.”
He corrected, “I suck off football players in the bathroom and sleep with their
cheerleader girlfriends that night. I don’t do that high school dating bullshit.
How long have you known me?”
“So then what is Eddie?” She asked, crossing her feet in his
lap. “Is he just your new project or something?”
“No, this isn’t some romantic comedy.” Richie replied, maybe
too harshly. “He’s our new friend.”
ok but how about lead singer!au for lance imagine if he gets their number right as they leave wondering when they'll text him back and 10 mins later he gets a text from them and he's like wtf? so he opens it and it says "NEXT TIME MAKE SURE TO TELL YOUR FRIENDS IM HERE" with a vid attached and this blurry video with heavy breathing in the bg and then the camera turns around and its his so getting chased out by security and tripping over a stage prop and at that moment he knew he picked a winner
lance skipped his way to the dressing room, the left sleeve of his flannel was folded up revealing a hastly written number on his wrist. Lance was blushing madly, he had to stop and breath before stepping into the room where his bandmates were waiting. “and he’s finally here” shiro smiled, patting his back. lance nodded wordlessly, grabbing a bottle of water before gulping half nof the bottle down. he settled on the sofa beside pidge, sighing contently. “keith, pass me my phone” he called out. keith passed lance his phone, him catching it with his palm. Lance quickly saved (y/n)’s contact on his phone and texted them.
from lance: (9:00pm) hey, it’s lance.
lance smiled at the text before putting his phone down, peeking into pidge’s laptop. “club penguin? are you serious man” lance giggled, poking pidge’s cheek. “oh shut up, i get bored too” pidge replied, rolling her eyes before focusing on the game again. “besides, can we focus on the fact that lance got someones number tonight” pidge wiggled her eyebrows teasing at him. Lance turned into a bright shade of pink and smiled shyly. “well that’s a surprise, you hate when people throw themselves at you” keith grinned, tying his hair up in a pony tail. “well actually, i threw myself on them- i mean like, i bumped into them and i fell on top of them and they have really cute eyes and-”lance started to gush. “well okay we get it dude you are absolutely smitten” hunk laughed, cutting off lance’s ramble. The team laughed making lance blush even more.
Lance hadn’t heard back from (y/n) and it’s making him anxious. he’s back on the tour bus and was waiting for his McDonald’s to arrive and he couldn’t get his mind off them. Lance glanced at his watch and sighed. why does twenty minutes seemed like forever.
lance rolled over on his stomach and sigh onto his pillow. he’s starting to doubt if they were into him at all. then his phone buzzed. he smiled when he saw their name on his screen and squealed in delight. they sent him a video with a text attached to it.
from (y/n): (9:25pm) attached video NEXT TIME MAKE SURE TO TELL YOUR FRIENDS THAT I WASN’T A STALKER MAN.
lance was confused and pressed on the video. he fucking died of laughter. It was them running away from the security guards and tripping on some cables.
from lance: (9:26pm) sorry sweetpea, promise i’ll remember next time
from (y/n): (9:30pm) u better do they took me into questioning man
lance giggled to himself,saving the video. lance decided then and there that (y/n) was the one. he wasn’t wrong.
Gryffindor: *tailing Slytherin and Hufflepuff on a date* Slytherin cares about Hufflepuff, but he does not know how to show it. It makes his emotions run wild. He needs to learn how to express them on his own. Ravenclaw: So in other words this is a test for Slytherin. But why do we still have to follow them? Gryffindor: Because there is no way we are letting something this interesting go to waste.
I normally choose to post Mashima’s artwork here, and nothing more. This blog was not made for any purpose but to share Mashima-senshi’s art, I have had no intentions of speaking out, or spreading any word. However, I was greeted with this in the mailbox and this is not okay.
Here are the reasons as to why: 1. Anon hate is never okay. It shows that you are a coward who do not have the guts to speak out with your identity attached, likely because you’re afraid of the repercussions. If you do not have the guts to speak out openly about your apparent disgust, you do not have the right to speak out at all, especially not a blog where his work is being shared and loved. That being said, hate in general is not okay.
2. If you would like to word your dislike for a well-known artist, kindly structure your distaste clearly. We Do Not Type like this in a normal setting. I assume you were attempting to state your opinion of “Hey,do you know thatHiro Mashima’s drawings are disgusting? I hope someone will fucking kill him one day. He is not a great artist at all in Fairy Tail. Story ishorrible!!!” At least, that was my inference, I had a little trouble at the end.
3. Let’s break down point 2, shall we? Firstly, we do not need to know that you find Hiro Mashima’s drawings disgusting. What are you doing on a blog that does nothing but post Hiro Mashima’s artwork if you find it disgusting? It seems you may have a problem. If you find something disgusting, I suggest that you stay away from it. Perhaps you can try a blacklist function, it is easily found with a quick google search. Going to a blog that posts nothing but something you find disgusting may mean that you have an issue, please see a doctor if it persists, it is not healthy for you to continually visit something that contains things you find disgusting.
4. Secondly, hoping that someone will be killed simply because you dislike their drawings is a very dark thought. It is extremely unhealthy to channel so much hate over drawings that does not belong to you, and can be avoided if you take the steps suggested in point 3. Mashima-sensei has done nothing wrong to you, it is not as though he has threatened your family, or harmed you in any manner; such hate is unwarranted, especially if your only beef is with his drawings. If you phrase this in another manner, it can be taken as a death threat, and you may and can be reported for that. That will get you in a whole lot of trouble, as the police may be involved.
5. Thirdly, we have established that you find Mashima’s artwork disgusting, and in your opinion, lacking. However, do note that the term ‘great’ is a subjective term. For example, you may think that you’re being oh so very great when you send an anon hate ask like this to a Hiro Mashima artwork blog, but in my personal opinion, I think such an action is quite the opposite of great. On the other hand, I’m sure many others following this blog for his artwork would agree that his artwork is rather great in their opinion. As this is a subjective determination, I will leave this as such.
6. Based on inference, it seems that you were attempting to tell me that his art in Fairy Tail is not great. Please be gently reminded that Fairy Tail belongs to him. He created the manga, and the style, and the art for the characters. Be mindful that the canon appearance, art style, literally everything, belongs to him. You may think that it’s not great artwork, but in Fairy Tail, it’s as canon as it is, which technically makes it the greatest, especially if you’re measuring upon the likeliness of artwork with canon.
7. If you find that the story is horrible, you may choose to drop Fairy Tail like I know many have done. What is the issue here? I find it hard to understand why you continue to apparently torment yourself with art and story that you do not like and find horrible. Like previously mentioned, Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima, What he chooses to do with it, and what he ultimately does with it, is his own choice. You have no right to dictate his actions or decisions. If you dislike it so much, please leave the fandom. No one is stopping you.
8. Lastly, I just want to say that I do not advocate hate in any forms. If you dislike something, the smart move is to unfollow, blacklist, and avoid. Going forward to send messages like such to a blog that enjoys what you do not is honestly not the action you should be taking. You take the fun and happiness out of others because you dislike something. One can not expect everyone to like the same thing, and on the same note, one cannot expect everyone to dislike the same thing. You would not like it if I came up to you and said horrible things about the things you like, you would not like it if I came up to you and said that someone you like, and I quote “I wish someone will fucking kill him one day.” Even if you can not enjoy something, you should not take that enjoyment away from others. It is never okay to hope for someone’s death, especially over such a small thing as artwork or manga that would not be detrimental to your life.
People who come to this blog came here for Hiro Mashima’s artwork. If you do not have that intention, or like them, please just leave. There is no place for your hate here. This is a place for people who enjoy Hiro Mashima’s artwork to unite and connect.
If any word is spread in this post, let it be this.