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Kiribaku hc that turned into a goldmine on the krbk writers discord P2

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summerbummin: @icyhotsoup aka me

tsundere baku-gou: @bestboykirishima

Oof I’m gay: @squishyyyghost

PurplePersnickety: @purplepersnicketywrites

Despair: Disaster Defender: @dac-423

Dipshit Disaster Defender: @purplenyghtwritings

Dumbass: Disaster Defender/Angle: @tenshisamakun

Rb from side blog I really regret making

later they get milkshakes and slurp them obnoxiously while staring down Endeavor

(click on image to read what the jackets say)

200 Follower Giveaway! 3rd Place Request!

So you know me, I love Crime Sorciere so so much! Getting this request made me super excited! And since Xmas just passed I’m gonna give ya some wintery headcanons!

This is for you @wizardwithbrushandpen

-Since they’re used to traveling on foot (being criminals and all) the members of Crime Sorciere can stand all types of weather, but winter isn’t exactly their favorite bc of the how much harsher the weather gets. So Jellal, mom at the ready, sowed thermals into the lining of their cloaks and it keeps them all warm and toasty.

-Meredy’s earmuffs were an Xmas present from Ultear and now she hates having to take them off bc they’re like her version of a safety blanket

-Every Christmas Eve they go into town and look at the glowing lights, they still have to stay hooded, and they can’t stop for too long, but it’s their tradition and it’s special to them

-One cold winter day Jellal used his magic to make little stars float through the air around their campsite and the girls were so mystified he started doing it every time he felt sad because seeing the girls loving reaction to his magic made him happy

-Jellal used to hate his magic and associated it only with destruction but the seven years he spent with his new family helped them all heal

-Ultear’s time magic can show her memories in a tangible form (kinda like a hologram) and she never used the spell bc her memories weren’t exactly the happiest but every New Years she replays her fondest memories of her makeshift family. Jellal and Meredy cry every time

-After Ultear “died” Meredy had no interest in Christmas and basically shut herself off from everyone (Jellal and the Oracion Seis who just joined recently)

-But the Oracion Seis has Xmas traditions of their own, they watch old b&w movies on a lacrima and criticize the shit out of them

-Erik has a deep deep hatred for handlebar mustaches. Macbeth says they’re so boring he falls asleep. Sorano makes fun of the old times outfits (but secretly she loves their aesthetic). Sawyer can’t sit still for more then 5 seconds so he’s constantly pacing and talking over the movie he says is stupid even tho he hasn’t watched a single minute of it. Richard mutyers about how much the movie would’ve cost and it’s even more annoying then Sawyer’s pacing. Jellal thinks they’re all awful

-Meredy is super grumpy and hurt so insulting things with them comes easily and before she knows it she’s laughing at their jokes and makeing fun of Jellal (the wet blanket) with the rest of them

-Also Richard makes eggnog that the rest of Oracion Seis claim is famously good and they’re all a lil out of it tbh

-But Meredy and Jellal find that even if Ultear wasn’t there, they could still have a happy holiday

Also for the others who won my give away, @little-miss-heartfillia in 2nd and @theicemakermage in 1st and I’m working on your prizes and they will be posted sometime this month, I just finsihed this early since it’s more simple.

I’m just imaging Grookey as Judge Judy and using the stick as a gavel asgfkgujfhs

2nd place prize for my giveaway! A Yukinerva aesthetic for @little-miss-heartfillia 1920s au

“To Love or To Lose” is the Yukinerva aspect of the main mafia Stingue fic: “The Son and the Don”

Thank you giveaway! 2nd place prize: a Lyoke drabble for @little-miss-heartfillia

Word Count: 700 words

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationships: Lyon Vastia x Loke

Characters: Lyon Vastia, Loke, mentioned Hibiki Lates, Jellal Fernandes, and Gray Fullbuster

Summary: Lyon Vastia looks at this year’s results of the Sorcerer Weekly’s article :“Top 10 Wizards You Want To Be Your Boyfriend!”

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Lyon seethed in his seat as he read the Sorcerer Weekly magazine article: “Top 10 Wizards You Want To Be Your Boyfriend!”

Gray had beat him again. This was unacceptable.

To no one’s surprise Hibiki kept his crown as the 1st place winner. With Siegrain (now known as the dark wizard Jellal) out of the way, Lyon had hoped to bag 2nd place. Unfortunately, things hadn't worked out the way he’d hoped it would.

In the picture, Gray was leaned back against a wall, his dark eyes glaring into the camera, his hands shoved into the pockets of his low hanging jeans, and you could practically hear the ‘tch’ on his lips. He was also shirtless, but he was always shirtless. So why was everyone going gaga over this picture?

Lyon’s fingers dug into the waxy magazine paper, his jaw clenched and his groomed eyebrows mashed together. How could this cheesecake photo shoot trump his? His fingers itched to rip the page out, to shred it into a million pieces and toss the remains in the furnace and watch it to turn ash.

“If you ogle at that picture any longer you’re going to burn a hole through it.” A voice crooned, low and husky, yet smooth as velvet.

Lyon snapped the magazine closed so fast he almost took off his nose. His head whipped around, the sharp panes of his face angled in a dark scowl. “I wasn’t ogling!”

“Sure you weren’t.” The man smiled lazily, pushing his green tinted glasses further up on his nose, the light of the tavern reflecting off the glass and making it seem like his eyes glowed. It was a haunting look, and it severely contrasted with the furry parka he was wearing.

“This man.” Lyon jabbed a manicured finger at Gray’s photo, sharp nail denting the Fairy Tail mage’s paper face. “Is my nemesis.”

The man snorted, then sat down across from Lyon, propping his cheek up on his hand. “Really?”

His tone was amused, almost teasing, but behind the green tint was a sparkle of intrigue. That sparkle made Lyon decide to engage in further conversation.

“Yes. We’ve been rivals since we were young.”

The man whistled. “That’s a long time.”

“We had the same teacher, were taught the same magic…” Lyon lifted his hand, whorls of ice curling in his palm. “...and that bond connects us.” Then a sudden rage shot through him, his mouth flooded with the tang of bitterness. Lyon slammed his hand down on the table, ice cracking across the wood. “So why does he keep beating me?!!”

“Wait you’re…” the man’s gaze narrowed on Lyon, then widened with realization. “You’re the one that came in 3rd on the wizard boyfriend poll!”

Lyon barked a laugh. “Ding, ding!”

“Since I recognized you… do you now recognize me?”

Lyon stalled. “W-what?”

The man grabbed the magazine and tossed it to Lyon, who caught it with fumbling hands. “Give that another look through, then get back to me.”

Well, that wasn’t suspicious at all. Lyon warily opened the magazine and flipped through it, one eye on the pages and one on the man lounging in the seat across from him. He had kicked his feet up to rest on the table, uncaring of the ice as he leaned back in his seat, the spitting image of a delinquent.

Then Lyon saw it, and his tongue became thick and swollen in his mouth. On the page was the fourth place winner. He lay draped across a settee, dress shirt unbuttoned and hand pulling at his cherry red tie. Pearly white teeth bit into his lips, as if the task of loosening a tie was very difficult. For some reason the button on his slacks was popped open, giving viewers a teasing glance of a V shape. Across the top of the page was his name, next to the #4. Loke. No last name to be seen.

This Loke… he was the same man sitting across from Lyon. The ice mage gulped, and his eyes flicked up, his heart lodged in his throat.

“You… you are…” His tongue seemed to have given out on him, becoming a useless chunk of flesh in his mouth.

“Finally found the page you should be ogling?” Loke drawled. A troublemaker smirk played across his face, as mischievous as the old god his name shared a likeness with.

Well there goes Lyon’s plans of tossing the article in the furnace.