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khaoslightwood ยท 2 years
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๐ท๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘š ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘  โžซ a (not so) mini series
๐—”๐—ฐ๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฎ - ๐—™๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ง๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—น
โ€ข Never leaving your side. He lost so much that there's no way he'll let you alone.
โ€ข As much as he doesn't like showing emotion, it is surprisingly easy to make him go out of his comfort zone when it comes to you. He honestly would do anything to make you happy.
โ€ข Probably learned how to cook so you can eat edible dishes, cause he didn't want you to eat the same old thing ever and over again.
โ€ข Lots of kisses and dances under the rain since he can't really bring you to a date since peoples would be scared of him.
โ€ข Even if he says that he hates it, he actually adores when you play with his hair. It's comforting in a way.
โ€ข He would lose his mind if you ever died or got injured because of him. He would destroy the world in a moment if it was for you.
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2022 ยฉ khaoslightwood
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drag0ncore ยท 2 years
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Acnologia from โ€œFairy Tailโ€
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I don't know what he expected ๐Ÿคท
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Hiiiii!! Iโ€™m new to tumblr, but seeing as the Fairy Tail fandom (specially Nalu ๐Ÿคญ) is quite active here, I wanted to post some of my fanart, hope yโ€™all like it!!
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A bunch of new sticker designs! With the other 6, that brings it up to 14. I'll probably do another batch next year too.
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phoenix-before-the-flame ยท 7 months
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Acnologia when he's fighting the dragon slayers-
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โ€œNight sovereigntyโ€
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@fireforce_game ร— FAIRY TAIL โ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿš’
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I LOVE IRENE THE WITCH๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—
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Zeref talking about Acnologia: He is the destroyer of all, winged calamity. His motivations are shrouded in mystery. Wherever he goes, he brings--no, is death. A ruin of even hate, swelling to omnipotence.
Acnologia talking about Zeref: what, that flute whittling crybaby? the bLaCK WiZarD? what about the little emo lol
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The rest of my color palette requests! Didn't expect to draw so many tbh ๐Ÿ˜† (p. 2)
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i request the whole dragon fam (httyds) in ugly christmas sweaters
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Anon. Dear Anon. I referred to you to myself and to my friends as Gutsy Anon because man, requesting 11 people was a bold move. However. However.... You won because I am weak to these 11 gremlins and the idea got away from me. I actually had a ton of fun with this so uh.... Thanks for letting me go wild, Gutsy Anon :Dโœจ
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Fun Fact: Four of these are more or less real clothing items you can purchase. One is one I own. Some are just inspired by the sheer amount of designs I have looked for this project. The rest I really wish exist but sadly only exist in my head.
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anitalenia ยท 11 months
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โบ โ‹†หš WANNA JOIN THE GUILD . . . ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘™ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ . ๐‘๐‘™๐‘–๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘๐‘ , ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ , ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘ . <3
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โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก NATSU DRAGNEEL.
โ ๐ผโ€™๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘‘๐‘œ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘›. ๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘“ ๐‘ค๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘›, ๐‘ค๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ค. โž
#๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐๐๐‹๐„๐’ #๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐’ #๐’๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐’
โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†
โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก GRAY FULLBUSTER.
โ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘›, ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘Žโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘š๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘œ, ๐ผ ๐‘š๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ, ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘š๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘œ. โž
#๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐๐๐‹๐„๐’ #๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐’ #๐’๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐’
โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†
โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก ZEREF DRAGNEEL.
โ ๐ผ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘‘ ๐‘›๐‘œ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘’. ๐‘–โ€™๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’. ๐‘–โ€™๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘’๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’. ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™, ๐‘–๐‘“ ๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘คโ€ฆ ๐ผ ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘›. โž
#๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐๐๐‹๐„๐’ #๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐’ #๐’๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐’
โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†
โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก GAJEEL REDFOX.
โ ๐‘–โ€™๐‘š ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ก! ๐‘–๐‘กโ€™๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”! ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘! ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘คโ€ฆ ๐‘ก๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก! ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐ผ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘™ ๐ผ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’! โž
#๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐๐๐‹๐„๐’ #๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐’ #๐’๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐’
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โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก ROGUE CHENEY.
โ ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘Žโ€ฆ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘’๐‘ฅ๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘”๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘, โ„Ž๐‘ขโ„Žโ€ฆ โž
#๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐๐๐‹๐„๐’ #๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐’ #๐’๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐’
โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†
โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก STING EUCLIFFE.
โ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘—๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ ? ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘š. โž
#๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐๐๐‹๐„๐’ #๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐’ #๐’๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐’
โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†
โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก LAXUS DREYAR.
โ ๐‘–โ€™๐‘š ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘›๐‘Ž ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ. ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ, ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘“. ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐ผ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก. โž
#๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐๐๐‹๐„๐’ #๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐’ #๐’๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐’
โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹† โ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†เญจโ™กเญงโ‹† หš๏ฝก โ‹†
โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก ACNOLOGIA.
โ ๐‘– ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘›๐‘–๐‘ง๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘’๐‘š๐‘ฆ, ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘›. ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐ผ ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข. โž
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โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก MYSTOGAN.
โ ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž ๐‘ค๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘Ÿโ€ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘  ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘›. โž
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โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก JELLAL FERNANDES.
โ ๐‘–๐‘กโ€™๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘’. ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘”๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘‘๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘›. โž
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โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก ERZA SCARLET.
โ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐ผ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ . ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐ผ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘”๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘‘๐‘œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก, ๐ผ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘“ ๐ผโ€™๐‘š ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘™๐‘‘. โž
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โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก LUCY HEARTFILIA.
โ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ฆ, ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘ , ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ข๐‘๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘’. ๐ผโ€™๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘๐‘˜๐‘ฆ ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘œ๐‘“ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘“๐‘–๐‘™๐‘–๐‘Ž ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’! ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘™ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘›๐‘–๐‘ง๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘—๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘œ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘–๐‘™๐‘ฆ, ๐‘–๐‘กโ€™๐‘  ๐‘Ž ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘–๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘ ! โž
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โ€งโ‚Šหšโœฉๅฝก MIRAJANE STRAUSS.
โ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘œ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ง๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ ๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘›, ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘. โž
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do u write for acno?????
If so, please feed us with acnologia x reader ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป headcanons, anything ill take it please the people are starved
I haven't considered acno before; he's not really a character I like to explore thaaat much, but I tried lol
these came out pretty angsty bc I really don't think there's a way to survive a relationship with acnologia given how he ends up :(
acnologia x reader headcanons
cw: mentions of child death and injuries; overall angst
โ™ก probably the only way to have a feasible relationship with acnologia is if you meet him when he's a human. the fiore of 400 years ago is nothing like modern times. it's wild, lush, vibrant, and dangerous. dragons roam freely, not just present but overpowering, and you're a meager human. still, you know you want to help your people in any way you can. you become a healer, and that's how you meet doctor acnologia.
โ™ก healing is a difficult job, and you spend many sleepless nights in the infirmary with acno mixing potions and balms and salves. you don't miss the way his eyes widen when your fingers brush against his as he hands you the mandrake root. he doesn't miss your tiny smile as his hand ghosts over your lower back when he passes you to weigh ingredients.
โ™ก it's a quiet relationship that blooms out of solidarity, a shared passion for healing, and dedication. you're both calm people, and despite the daily threat of dragons, you don't think anything could shake your relationship with the logical, ever-rational man working beside you. and yet.
โ™ก it's a day like any other. except a mother runs in wailing, her child dead in her arms. there's nothing you could have done, not with your healing prowess or with acnologia's medical expertise, because the child was killed by a dragon. you can't stop yourself from cringing at the mangled flesh, the smell of charred skin. acnologia is quiet, and neither of you can say anything to console the woman sobbing on your infirmary floor.
โ™ก things are different after that. acno doesn't engage you in witty banter or philosophical conversation. he eats less and less. he disappears at night. the work has always been split evenly between the two of you, but now you find yourself measuring ingredients and keeping the books. those were always acno's jobs.
โ™ก acnologia comes home covered in blood. it's not his. you can tell because it's black. the black blood of a fucking dragon, and suddenly you're dragging him into the back room, tears streaming down your face as you try to get answers from him. his voice is monotone as he confesses. you feel the world spin as the words dragon slayer magic, dragon festival, and dragon king run through your head. still, you patch him up.
โ™ก the days get longer and the nights shorter. acnologia seems calmer but... more distant. you notice the blood under his fingernails (not his. never his.) and the bags under his eyes, but damn is he good at distracting you. you know you should leave. you know dragon slayer magic is corruptive. you know what acnologia will turn into, but you relish every night that you can hold him close and press kisses to his crown.
โ™ก you rub salve into the scales that spread across acno's arms and cheeks. he brings you shiny stones and pretty glass. calls them courting gifts. it never fails to make you laugh. you eat more meat for dinner. you don't ask where it's from. you run the front end of the infirmary completely by yourself now, while acno stays in the back and prepares you potions. he doesnโ€™t want to scare the kids that come to see you, and you take it as a sign of his persevering humanity. you start to think that maybe the idyllic life you've built together can go on forever.
โ™ก all you can think about is how green your village was, before it was consumed by dragon fire. the smoke makes your eyes burn, but you can't move from under the rubble. you can feel the dragon more than see it, its footsteps reverberating in your chest. you shut your eyes, tears streaming down your face, and accept death. but it doesn't come.
โ™ก your sweet, dear acnologia is unrecognizable. a blur of black and blue that makes the dragon screech in pain. it's quick, it's lethal, and it's terrifying. the dragon is dead, and you're sobbing for all that's changed in the past few years. the way acnologia pulls you out of the rubble isn't human, but it isn't dragon either. he clings to you, caresses your face, his worried words coming out in growls and roars. all you can do is reach up, brush your thumb across his cheek, and smile. it's still him, still your dear acnologia.
โ™ก you wake up on the outskirts of a town, bandaged roughly. you don't see acnologia for a long, long time after that fateful night. you set up a new infirmary, you treat new patients, you never forget the little boy with a constant sniffle that died in the dragon attack. and you never forget acnologia. in the dead of night, you let yourself imagine him coming home.
โ™ก it's so similar, you're getting deja vu. the town is burning, and you can barely breathe. you can move this time, though, and you run because you know he's not coming to save you. you make it to the edge of the forest, so close to safety. but a dragon blocks your path. scales dark as night, electric blue markings, and eyes that pierce your very soul.
โ™ก you fall to your knees and sob. you could never, never run from acnologia, even if it meant the end for you. you only wish that this won't hurt him. you look straight into your beloved's eyes, and you smile. tears streaming down your face, ash covering your cheeks, arms burned and angry red. you've never looked more beautiful. you close your eyes and wait for death. it doesn't come.
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