#bix continues to be a mood

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Bickslow: I’m officially old and uncool.

Bickslow: I might as well start wearing a dumb furry jacket, a purple button-down and khakis.

Laxus: *looks at his outfit*

Bickslow: ...And whatever shoes you’re wearing.

#nah this one was personal #bickslow #bix continues to be a mood #laxus dreyar #thunder legion #raijinshuu #nah dont wear his shoes. have those carpet grabbers out. them ground grippers. keep them doggies barkin ya feel #fairy tail #incorrect fairy tail quotes #fairy tail incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect quote #anime #manga

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDN- UH- THURSDAY?

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Posting the facepalm moment to put my own oc on blast

“His concerns are not entirely unfounded,” she slowly admitted. 

Bix shot her a deeply confused look. “Are you saying you care what Cassian thinks?”

“No,” Imogen said with a scoff. “I simply mean that he harbors the same judgments everyone else holds against me. I have accepted them long ago and so should you, lest that scowl overstays its welcome.” 

The mechanic shook her head bitterly, ignoring Imogen’s attempt to lighten her mood. “They just don’t know you.”

“And they never will, not like you do.” 

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Bix pointed out as she came to a stop. “All he sees is the Inquisitor.”

Imogen tried not to roll her eyes. “I have nothing to prove to him or anyone else. Why should I waste my time with such an endeavor? Especially when they are not wrong.”

“They are wrong.”

“No, they aren’t. Not about me. Not about us. What does it matter?” Imogen placed her hands on Bix’s arms. Her caress had a sort of melancholy that lingered in the small smile across her lips. “I don’t think I’m the right person for you, I don’t. But I do know that I am the one who can keep you safe.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bix asked incredulously and shook off her touch. 

Imogen felt a tightness at the back of her throat. She moistened her lips and swallowed with difficulty, her voice hollow. “Have you considered that your feelings for me might be influenced by gratitude? By the simple fact that I got to you first on Ferrix? Would it not be Cassian’s embrace you’d wish to fall into every night had it been him?” 

It pained Imogen incredibly deeply to voice an insecurity that she had failed to bury. The way Bix had looked at her differently since Ferrix filled Imogen with a warmth that she had never felt, but she couldn’t shake the whisper at the back of her mind that gradually became another scream in the cacophony. A part of her didn’t care if it was true, she would be grateful to have Bix in any capacity. But the much larger part that truly loved her felt she needed to hear those words.

An intense, furious expression twisted Bix’s features as her body stiffened. She fixed Imogen with that hard look and the bounty hunter nearly took a step back. “No,” Bix said with such curt firmness that Imogen realized her mistake. “And I don’t like what you’re insinuating.” 

“Bix –”

“And I’ll tell you why you’re wrong,” she continued fiercely and took an assertive step towards Imogen, entering her space. It wasn’t until that moment that Imogen realized she had, in fact, backed away. “What I feel for you was there before all of this, and everything you’ve done for me only made me love you even more. So, despite what you might think of me, I won’t just fall for the first person who comes to my rescue.”

Imogen’s gaze became downcast in shame before she responded softly, “Forgive me. I misspoke.”

“You sure did.” Bix turned to walk away and Imogen felt conflicted on whether she should follow. 

She refrained from pursuit, but she couldn’t help but call out after her. “You know I don’t truly think that.” 

Bix hesitated. Some of the tension dispersed from her shoulders as she released a sigh and glanced back. “You still don’t believe that I can love you for you. I thought we were past this, Imogen.” 

“I do not doubt you.”

“Well, some part of you does.”

Imogen dared a couple of steps towards her mechanic. It was difficult enough to decipher what went on in her heart on a good day. Now, her thoughts and emotions rushed in too many directions to track. “Maybe... But I swear not to let it rule over me.”

Bix held up a hand to stop her. “Look, first it was Cassian and now it’s you, just… give me some time, okay?”

Imogen hated Cassian. And she wasn’t particularly fond of herself at the moment, either. She conceded. “Of course.”

As she watched Bix walk away, Imogen felt the invisible tether between them tighten. If her foolishness finally made it snap, she would never forgive herself.

#my writing #oc insp: imogen kol #ship insp: if i had a heart #this was supposed to be just a prompt but then became assimilated into their main story oops #anyway poor bix has to deal with both cass and imogen acting a fool. she argued with him right before this.... #everyone just needs to let her have her problematic girlfriend #including the problematic girlfriend #oh imogen bless ur heart you're trying and you didn't mean it that way #but poor choice of words :/

[themadauthorshatter]

A FLUFFY MOMENT IN RED QUEEN BETWEEN CAL AND MAVEN I JUST THOUGHT OF!!!!!!!!

PICTURE IF YOU WILL:

Maven and Cal are both standing at the bottom of a stair case with a long rectangular prism shaped box between them. It's not that heavy, but Cal has noticed that Maven isn't exactly doing so good emotionally and wants to make him feel better.

"Why did you want this in your room again?"

Cal hums and shrugs. "Why not? Keeps me out of the garage, doesn't it?"

Maven rolls his eyes and picks up one end of the box. "I don't know why you need to have so much armor in your room."

"Me neither," Cal replies. "I don't even like wearing armor, but whatever makes Father happy."

Cal picks up the other end of the bix and sees Maven looking at him through narrow eyes; Cal's been talking a little TOO quickly for Maven's liking.

"What?"

"You had sweets, didn't you? How many?"

Cal shakes his head as he walks toward the stairs, making Maven follow. "None. Why?"

Maven purses his lips. "What's got you in such a good mood?"

Cal feigns a gasp and pained expression and holds a hand to his chest; like I said, the box is not that heavy. "I'm not allowed to be happy to see my brother?"

Maven glares at him and Cal gestures up the stairs, fighting a grin as they get moving.

I should note here that he found some Old Era tapes of a show called Friends😈

They round a corner, AND-

"Alright, pivot! Pivot!"

Maven gets confused, but does turn.

"Pivot!"

Maven catches his brother seriously fighting a smile.

"Cal-"

"PIVOT!"

Maven snickers as they complete the turn and set the box down, Cal laughing like a fool as Maven can no longer fight his smile.

Cal continues to yell "Pivot!" until the two are laughing hysterically.

They eventually get the armor to Cal's room, where they play a nice game of chess, where they joke around some more and Cal lets Maven win to make his day better.

Imma just slide this out here and leave this here for you all to read😁

#red queen #fluff #funny #cal calore #maven calore #tiberias calore vii

[irken-law-and-order]

[Fret waited until Bix was fully asleep before he moved from his chair. It had been an exhausting week, and he was at the end of the line. He hopped down from the chair, adjusting his blanket over his shoulders and walking out of the room.]

[He wandered around the house for a bit, almost too tired to know what he was looking for, until he finally came across Joe, who’d been sleeping peacefully since they’d returned home. He didn’t even know what he was doing before he found himself crawling over Joe’s tail and underneath his wing, where he quickly fell asleep in a bundle of pink blanket and dragons' warmth.]

[Alv brought himself to the kitchen, being careful of Joe, picking out a new teacup and taking out his tea. He did what he did as usual in his tea making process, which included putting a lot of sugar in it. Once it was all finished he took a seat and started drinking it, he needed to wind down a bit before falling asleep, the past days haven’t been well or good.]

[Once he finished the tea and put the cup back, making sure to clean it as well, he already felt tired enough. He walked over to an open space on the couch and proceed to lie down and pass out.]

[When Fret finally woke in the morning, he found himself lying with his head across Joe’s stomach- the suddenly not scaly and much smaller stomach of the Irken Joe was before the curse. He sat up quickly, checking himself over to realize that he too had grown back to his normal size. It appeared the blanket had grown along with him- and had doubled in size. The curse had finally worn off.]

[Fret’s relief didn’t last long, however, as he hurriedly covered himself with his blanket again and tried to worm away with only one thought on his mind now; get his suit back. He was hoping it was clean at least by now, but he had to try to get it back on before Joe it Alv woke up.]

[It looks like Fret wouldn’t be getting his wish anytime soon however, seeing as Joe was already rising from his slumber soon after he started to worm away. Joe grumbled tiredly, raising his hand to rub his temple as he groggily attempted to regain awareness.]

[Immediately the first thing he noticed was a blurred image of Fret in what Joe could only describe was in a..worm like mode with the blanket??? Joe continued to rub his eyes furiously as he did a double take]

[Yep. That was Fret alright. Why did Fret look so much bigger now? Oh-OH!]

Fret...? What are you doing? Are you alright did it-did it wear off?

[Fret quickly froze up. He thought he had more time.]

Ahh.. Yes- it did- I was just-...

[He didn’t have an excuse.]

[He sat up and, keeping his blanket carefully draped to cover himself, turned to face Joe.]

I was heading to get my suit- since I’m back to normal and it should be clean by now... [He clears his throat, trying to switch topics.] Ah- so- how are you feeling?

I’m feeling fine..better even. What about you? Everything doing okay?

[Joe couldn’t help but feel uneasy somehow. Call it intuition, but something seemed..off about Fret]

Why do you have that blanket over you anyway?

I’m... Cold. Without my suit-

[It wasn’t a very convincing excuse (he was a terrible liar), since his suit did nothing to keep him warm, but he hoped it would do.]

[Oh now he knew he had caught Fret up in a lie]

You shouldn’t be cold-I kept the temperature warm all night. Besides-its not as if your suit is made to keep you all snug in the cold anyhow. Fret, what’s really going on?

[His voice suddenly became deathly serious, and Joes eyes locked onto Fret. His gaze never wavered off of him, not for a second.]

I-

[Fret had to mask his panic, so he swallowed it down, but he couldn’t come up with another excuse. He froze up, and only stammered out bits and pieces of words as he tried to figure out something to say. Nothing came to mind.]

Fret...

[Joe sighed, face softening as he slowly put a reassuring hand on Frets shoulder]

You don’t need to lie to me. I’m here for you okay? I want to know how I can help you. Don’t think you can’t ever talk with me.

So I’ll ask again..what’s really going on?

[After a moment of clear hesitation, Fret sighed and dropped the blanket from his shoulders. His black undersuit was translucent, and underneath the thin fabric, a brand was visibly burned into his chest. It wasn’t very old, only from a couple years prior, and he’d never mentioned it before. Even when it happened, he claimed he was sick and stayed out of work to keep it hidden and not an issue.]

[Fret said nothing, he just kept his eyes locked on the ground, looking guiltier than he’s ever looked before.]

[Joes eyes widened with shock as the blanket hit the ground and he saw what Fret had been hiding. His mind immediately raced with a million questions, but it was mostly overshadowed the sheer amount of guilt he felt for even pressing Fret in the first place]

[He wasn’t sure what to even say..but he started with the most obvious anyway]

Fret..When did this happen?

It-.. Not too long ago.. The Pok trial, a couple years back.. Pok wasn’t too happy with my failure.. so- well, she did have a reputation for this-..

[Fret didn’t look up, for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to look Joe in the eyes. Perhaps it was fear of the expression he would see, or perhaps guilt from keeping something so big a secret from the one he trusted the most.]

I’m sorry- I should’ve.. I should’ve mentioned it- I-

Stop that.

[Joe’s voice suddenly became eerily firm and commanding. Very unlike his usual tone...]

I don’t ever want to hear you apologize for this, or anything like this, ever again. You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me? You. Did. Nothing. Wrong.

[His gaze softened]

Years..Irk Fret..does it still hurt you? Is that why..?

I... I have my good days and my bad days but-.. U- usually it’s okay, on the front..

[He was sugarcoating it, clearly, but he was almost cowering at this point, it was all he could say. Every word was difficult to get out.]

The front?

[His eyes visibly widened]

No don’t..Fret did she brand your back too??

[He began to walk closer towards Fret, trying to inspect the area where the burn had been left]

Fret please. Tell me.

I-I- Okay. Okay..

[Fret stepped back for a moment and reached for his pak. He hesitated before tugging it off, attempting to hide his pained expression and tremble as the pak detached from the tunnels. He set his pak on the ground and tugged the upper half of his bodysuit down enough to reveal his back, in which a burn had been melted just over top of his tunnels. It hadn’t even fully healed due to its limited contact with fresh air and the fact that Fret had been makeshift treating it for the couple years he had it. He hadn’t the money to buy anything to help.]

[Once again he said nothing, and was hunched over slightly almost in shame. He knew it was horrible to look at.]

[Joe had to cover his mouth with his hand in horror as he saw the burn mark. He felt awful for doing that-but nothing could have ever prepared for the sight he saw.]

[Just knowing a living Irken had done this, to their own kind no less, gave him a sickening feeling deep within his squeedlyspooch. Irkens might’ve been considered cruel by the rest of the universe (and make no mistake, they very much were) but something like this..it seemed unfathomable to Joe. Maybe if he had been an Elite solider he’d be desensitized to it. But Joe was an attorney; and right now he was faced with seeing the closest thing an Irken like him could ever consider as family showcase horrible brandings that he most certainly never deserved.]

[Scars that were given to him by some vengeful witch who Joe now hated to his very core. But his hatred for Pok was worthless when the damage to Fret had already been done.]

Fret...

[Joe hesitantly leaned forward, hands shaking as he saw the wound up close. It didn’t look like it had healed very well at all.]

F-Fret have you been trying to treat this yourself? You’ve been going through this alone? A-All this time? Fret you...

[Joe shook his head, trying to take deep breaths. He needed to collect himself.]

You can’t do this anymore. And you aren’t going to do this anymore, at least not alone. Fret-I’m going to help you in any way I can. No exceptions. You aren’t going to live like this anymore as long as I still stand. And I’m never gonna stop standing.

I- I- I should’ve told you- I don’t know why I didn’t- I- I think- I thought I could handle it-

[He was stammering, clearly at a loss for actual things to say, before he finally choked down his excuses, turned and fell on Joe in a hug. It was all he could do besides mumble out a very soft and very broken “thank you.” It’s hard to tell if he’s crying or just choking on his own words.]

[Joe gladly accepted the sudden hug, welcomed it even, as he wrapped his arms around Fret tightly. He gently began to rub Frets back, being careful not to touch the area where the brand was.]

You told me now Fret. That’s all that matters now. And I’m s-so..I’m so glad y-you did.

[He was struggling to keep himself from crying]

Now..c-come now..lets put your pak back on before it gets all cold.

[Bad joke. But he wanted to lighten the mood]

#invader zim ask blog #invader zim oc #invader zim #iz ocs #joe blathers #fret drones #long post #ic #((end of the curse event!!)) #curse event! #irken law

[flimflamfandom]

Lacy on the Job

Just some stuff about everyone’s favorite assistant. 

words:1508 Summary: Lacy goes about her day, and all the while thinks about life, her community, and her favorite opera singer.  Warnings: All Lacy, all the time

Lacy woke up, stretching and yawning, rubbing her eyes and showering quickly. It was 5 in the morning. The water, at least, was warm this time. She got dressed in a green and white themed ensemble, typical for her, as those really were the only colors she thought she looked good in. Of course, Pearl said she looked good in just about anything, but...well, we can all agree to disagree sometimes.

Lacy got to Wick’s around 7:30. She started with his schedule. “You have an appointment with Mr. Church at 9:35 AM, and at 10:35 AM you have a phone call from Thomas Winston about road base. Then a break for lunch, and at 12:40 PM Miz May is coming to discu-”

“How’s your girlfriend?” Wick asked. The question stalled Lacy. “...we’re fine.” She continued. “After that at 1:15 you have a meeting with Ralph Quilton, and-”

“You sounded mad, are you sure you two are fine?”

“We’re doing quite well but being who we are it can be stressful.” She said. “At 2 you have a quarry inspection, which, in a perfect world should have you just in time for your 2:30 with Hiram Bennett, but I’ve told him to allow a half hour for-”

“She’s not treating you poorly?”

“I’m glad one of us is taking this seriously, Mister Sable.” She was in no mood.

Truth is, things were...not very great. She didn’t see her lover, Pearl, nearly enough. She was busy, Pearl was busy, and if they did anything in public? Christ, they’d be chased out of town. All they had were the short few moments they could be alone on weekends, and it was draining on them. Wick just nodded. “I’m...sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have snapped.”

At 9:30, five minutes ahead of schedule, Lacy opened the door for Edmund Church. “Morning, Mr. Church...he should be inside.” While the two discussed business in their office, a maid walked past Lacy. She walked over to her, leaving her hamper in the corner. “Morning, Eleanor.” Lacy said, casually checking her nails, mulling over some newspaper, reading an article by that Calvin boy. “Morning, Miss Hardt.”

“How’s that Anna girl?”

“Great! She’s working today, though.” She said. “How’s Pearl?” Most of the staff here were gay, and it was just about the only solace Lacy could take these days. “She and I are...well, we’re having a bit of trouble.”

“Not enough contact?”

“Afraid so.” She said. Eleanor patted her shoulder. “You know what I do when that happens with me and Anna?”

“Hmm?”

“I just take the day off and spend it all day in her apartment.” Lacy huffed. “She’s not even there, is she?”

“Well, no, but it makes me feel better. Alan does that, too, I took it from him.” Lacy nodded slowly. “hmm...I guess I could try and take a day.”

“I know I can’t take a day today, Mister Sable’s girlfriend is coming today...always brings more laundry.” She got up and walked off. “Take care, Lacy!”

“Likewise.” A bit more time passed, and the door swung open.

“...which is why this just seems so suspicious, I mean, when’s it gonna fall in?”

“Hell if I know...well, I should get out of your hair. Have a good day, Wick.”

“You too Ed.” They, of course, didn’t actually say goodbye until they got outside. Wick walked back in. “Who’s next?”

“Thomas Winston on the phone in…” She looked at her watch. “5 minutes. Best be at your office.”

“Actually...it’ll just be some things to write down, could you take this call?”

“Of course, Mr. Sable.” She walked to the office and waited in the chair, drumming her fingers on the table. She picked up as it rang. “Office of Wick Sable, this is Lacy Hardt, how can I help you?”

“The secretary? Uhm...sure, I suppose. You can write, yes?”

“...I’m a secretary. I can write.” She seemed more confused than insulted...really? Can the secretary write…

“Well, write down 28 tons, May the 3rd, and...uhm…”

“Is it your business address? I have that on file.”

“Yes, yes...sorry if I’m slow, I just got rid of my secretary.”

“Could she not write?”

“Night botanist.” Oh. Lacy sighed. “Hmm. Well, I’ve got that all written down.”

“Do you?” Lacy rolled her eyes. “Yes, I have it all written down. Is that all?”

“Yes.” He said. “I must be going...so long.” He hung up. Lacy did, as well. That man really fired the girl for...that. That was a little infuriating. Lacy handed Wick the sheet of paper she’d written on. “Here’s the numbers, Mr. Sable.”

“Thanks, Lacy.” He smiled warmly. “Well...took a lot less time than we thought, yes?”

“Yes, indeed.” She said. “I have to pick up on some accounting...pulling double duty isn��t so bad as long as I’ve got time, y’know.” Wick smiled. “Mitzi does mean to say thank you for all the extra help, but I dunno if she knows how to say it.”

“I take cash or checks, Mr. Sable.” Lacy winked and walked into her own little broom closet of an office. Wick could be playful and fun sometimes...sometimes.

She sat and ran through some numbers, and by the grace of god, managed to balance Mitzi’s books. Mitzi was wonderful but she wasn’t so good at keeping organized...some of these looked like they were done by Rocky. She wasn’t sure Rocky knew basic mathematics. Much different from all of Wick’s clients and receipts...those were much easier to keep track of. After all, they were legible.

A meeting here, a meeting there, and one successful, surprisingly timely quarry inspection later, Wick was done for the day. But Lacy certainly wasn’t. “Lacy? Could I ask you a huge favor?”

“Yes, Mr. Sable?”

“I hate to do this, but...I learned from Edmund this morning that I can write Bix’s services off as a business expense.” Lacy furrowed a brow. “You...weren’t aware?”

“Well, it’s not as if I can write off my laundress, I figured all of the staff was like that. But that means gas, tires, repairs….I’m terribly sorry about all this, I-”

“It’s fine, Mr. Sable, I’ll take care of it...on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I get tomorrow off.” Wick crossed his arms. “Lacy, you know if you take tomorrow off I’ll be unable to...unable to work…”

“All that time to play golf, Mr. Sable…” She winked. “So can I have the day off?”

“Of course!” Wick nodded. “Now, at the very least get started on those numbers.” Lacy nodded and went back to her little broom closet...it was cramped. Her desk contained her notebooks, several pens, a lamp, and a picture of Pearl cut out from a newspaper. Pearl was in one of those gorgeous gala dresses...she liked to imagine she’d get to wear one of those one day, but maybe not. For now, she was writing down every single thing she could find on the gas prices and spending from that year, how many tires were bought, that time that Wick got too excited behind the wheel and ended up attaching his car to the side of a fence...she finally came up with the number and knocked on Sable’s office.

“I...have it.” She said. Wick took it and whistled. “Phew...that’s a lot more than I thought.” Lacy smirked. “Isn’t it? I was surprised too, I had to go back and check…”

“One last thing for you to do.” Lacy slumped. More?

“Yes, Mr. Sable?”

“Kiss Pearl for me.” He patted her shoulder. “Enjoy your day off tomorrow...I sure will!”

Lacy trudged her way back to her apartment, exhausted. She called Pearl. “Pearl? I’ll be over in 30 minutes...I could walk. N-no, you don’t have to-...well, if you insist.” She sat back in her chair and waited. Pearl’s chauffeur was coming to get her. She got into his car when he pulled up, and when she got to the front door, she collapsed into Pearl’s arms. “I’ve missed you.”

“We’ve been in the same city, y’know.” Pearl said. Lacy looked up at her. “It’s been 2 months since I actually held you in my arms, we may as well have been on different continents!” Pearl laughed. “Lacy...c’mere.” She kissed her deeply and brought her inside.

“Pearl?” Lacy said.

“Yes, darling?”

“I’m...sorry I’ve been distant.” She said. “I just have so much to do these days, and it’s difficult to keep up...for a while, I...even considered breaking things of...but only just for a whi-”

“Lacy…” Pearl held the girl’s chin in her forefinger and thumb. “Distance would never make me love you less, be it physical or otherwise.” Pearl’s grip evolved into a hug. “I love you, Lacy Hardt.”

“I...love you too, Pearl Smith.” And for the first time in a long time, Lacy felt right at home.

#Lackadaisy #FlimFlamuniverse #lacy hardt #pearl smith #wick sable

[mistye-dawne]

Apathy

August Prompt Challenge

FF.net

Ship: Colu

Apathy: (n) Lack of interest, enthusiasm, or concern

The only word Lucy could use to describe the poison dragon slayer was apathetic. Cobra still acted like an asshole to everyone but it lacked the enthusiasm that used to be present. He used to enjoy acting like a dick and pissing everyone off. Now he just did it out of principle.

Lucy had always been pretty sensitive to the emotions and moods of other around her. It was why she insisted that she live alone. The time she spent at home was how she recharged. Spending time with Cobra, she learned that more about his magic and that he was always so shitty because he heard way too damn much. It was maddening.

He told her that it was impossible to block everything so he would normally focus on one individual and let the rest fade into the background as a soft buzzing. He never said who, but Lucy wasn't an idiot. She didn't know how to feel about him listening in on her and learning her deepest secrets, like how she couldn't stand her team some days. Then again, it wasn't like he was gonna go and tell them. Hell, he didn't even acknowledge them anymore.

The others in the guild, her team especially since they didn't approve of her spending so much time with the poison slayer, used to annoy him. Now he ignored them and barely even acknowledged her when he got to the guild. She was worried about him but didn't exactly know who she could turn to for express her concerns.

At one point she thought that it might have been some form of PTSD since he was no longer running as an escaped convict. He and the others had been pardoned and were finally free. But maybe that was the issue. All he'd known was running and fighting just to get by each day. That wasn't the case any longer but those memories had to haunt him still. She assumed that he'd remain spiteful toward the world after what he'd lived through but maybe, just maybe, he his mind was preventing that.

Now that he didn't have to constantly look over his shoulder and his mind was able to relax, it was also suppressing those emotions associated with those memories. And since he had never really expressed things such as happiness and joy, he was left with indifference. Lucy wasn't quite sure how to feel since he felt... Well nothing. She wanted to be sad for him. But the energy she drew from him made it near impossible to feel anything but disinterest.

She tried to ask Bickslow about it and he said that her thoughts on the matter probably weren't far from the truth. Cobra may have stopped showing that enthusiasm of being an asshole but that didn't mean it was there. Bix reminded the celestial mage that he hung around her for a reason and that it wasn't of ill intent. He didn't mean for her to feel as he did and would probably express some sort of guilt if he were able to.

Lucy was glad to have talked to Bix because he also read people pretty well and always knew what to say to her. If she'd talk to her team or even Levy, they would have tried to convince her to walk from him and let him sulk alone. But that wasn't Lucy. So she continued to spend time with the poison slayer.

Things didn't change too much between the two as the months rolled by but little by little, Lucy could see that he'd grown comfortable around her. He wasn't as outspoken as he used to be but every now and then he'd join in on the daily rumble. And when they hung out at her place, she would catch him smiling to himself. She doubted that he'd ever be normal, but so long he tried and knew that she wasn't going anywhere, she believed that he'd live through whatever he was dealing with. Maybe one day he'd talk to her about it.

#veraspromptchallenge #ficsforvera #ftfanfics #fanfiction.net #colu #cobra/erik #lucy heartfilia #fairytail #mistye-writes

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Freed: Do you ever look at your family and wonder how stupidity hasn't killed them yet?

Bickslow, from the other side of the room: Hey, Laxus? If you put a fork in a plug socket would you be hurt or would you get stronger?

Laxus: No clue. Let's find out.

Freed: ...Cuz I sure do.

#answer is he'd be totally fine #raijinshuu #thunder legion #freed justine #bickslow #laxus dreyar #bix continues to be a mood #freed continues to be a mood #fairy tail #incorrect fairy tail quotes #fairy tail incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect quote #anime #manga #laxus continues to be a mood

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Evergreen: The oreo part of the cookie is better than the cream part, deal with it

Freed: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side

Bickslow: Yo Socrates it's a fucking cookie

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Bickslow: Are vampires just human shaped mosquitoes? Freed: We're not doing this. Bickslow: Answer me! Freed: Bickslow, this is ridiculous- Bickslow: You're dodging the question!

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Freed, coming out: I don’t like women

Bickslow, oblivious: You’re a misogynist?! Not cool bro

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How about some fraxus quotes next? 😳

Freed: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Laxus: It was me.

Freed: -is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance. *leaves*

Laxus: You owe me.

Bickslow, hiding behind the couch: *rapidly nodding*

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Evergreen: Your privileges are revoked!

Bickslow: You can’t revoke my privileges!

Evergreen: Then your privileges are rescinded!

Bickslow, pausing and turning to Freed: Define rescinded.

Freed: *whispers to Bickslow*

Bickslow, glaring at Evergreen: THEY ARE NOT YOURS TO RESCIND!

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Genie: Okay, you know the three rules. No falling in love, no extra wishes, and nobody gets brought back from the dead.

Bickslow: I wish my socks had tongues.

Genie:

Genie: There are four rules.

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Porlyusica: So, tell me why you can't sleep at night.

Bickslow: Does Mike Wazowski wink or blink?

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Bickslow: Homicide? I'm always on my homie's side fr 💯🔥

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Freed: What is it with you and being out in the rain?!

Evergreen: I love the smell.

Bickslow: I like splashing in the puddles! The rain is just fun!

Laxus: I'm trying to get hit by lightning

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