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steddieasitgoes · 11 months

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Eddie, who, as a child, struggled with making decisions, so Wayne gifted him a Magic 8 ball that he could turn to for guidance. Eddie spends most of his childhood carrying around the Magic 8 Ball, using it to decide between mac and cheese (ask again later) or chicken strips (signs point to yes) at lunch or whether he should go talk to the new kid Gareth (without a doubt).

Eddie slowly starts to make his own decisions but keeps onto the Magic 8 Ball for important, life-changing questions. He asks if he should drop out of school after failing his first senior year (my reply is no) and then again if he should repeat said senior year (it is decidedly so). He even asks if he should start working for Reefer Rick (reply hazy, try again) -- it’s the one time he chose to ignore the ball’s advice.

Unfortunately, Eddie doesn’t have his Magic 8 Ball on him when the witch hunt starts. He wishes he could ask it if all this hiding and running is going to be worth it. But for once, Eddie has to rely on his own decisions. So he keeps going. Lets Dustin and his friends take him under their wing and protect him. Has to trust that Nancy’s plan is going to work and that Steve is going to make Vecna pay when he nods his head at his request.

It’s hard trusting other people without having something to double check the universe’s whims on, but he has no choice.

When he survives and gets sent to the hospital, the Magic 8 Ball is one of the first thing he asks Uncle Wayne to bring him from home. The first question he asks: was any of it real (without a doubt). Oh, how he wishes it was all a dream.

The second question he asks later when he’s all alone: will I get over my crush on Steve (very doubtful). Not pleased with the answer, Eddie pushes the Magic 8 Ball aside and rolls his eyes. What does it know anyway?

As his recovery continues, Eddie comes to rely on his Magic 8 Ball less and less because he has a group of friends around him who are there to offer their guidance. The Magic 8 ball stays perched on the small hospital table though, always in reach if he needs it.

He nearly tells Wayne to take it home one night, but he’s glad he doesn’t because in the morning he wakes to find Steve shaking the ball in his hands.

“Didn’t strike you as a Magic 8 ball kind of guy, Harrington,” Eddie teases, voice thick with sleep and whatever drugs are still coursing through his body.

“M’not usually, but I needed a little guidance with this question.”

“Oh yeah? And what does the magic ball say?”

“It just says yes.”

"Ah, the most definitive of Magic 8 Ball answers.”

“So I should trust it then?”

“That depends,” Eddie says, stretching out on the uncomfortable hospital bed. “What did you ask it?”

"I asked it if I could kiss you.”

Without thinking, Eddie sits up and snatches the Magic 8 Ball from Steve’s hands. He ducks his head, closes his eyes, and mouths his question before violently shaking the Magic 8 Ball.

It is certain.

“What did you ask it?” Steve asks, stepping closer to Eddie’s hospital bed.

“If you were being serious.”

“And? What did it say?”

Eddie turns the Magic 8 Ball so Steve can see the little triangle floating. When he looks up, he sees Steve barely containing the smile breaking out on his face.

“Guess you better kiss me, Harrington,” Eddie teases. “Don’t want to upset the Magic 8 Ball gods.”

#this is dumb lol but i have this thing with magic 8 balls idk #steddie #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #eddie munson ficlet #steve harrington #steve harrington ficlet #steve harrington/eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #dani writes #mine

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shrimpathizer · 6 months

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I think that, when it comes down to it, there isnt really any meaning of life. and I’m not saying that in a depressing way. im saying that we get to give life meaning. we get to decide why we are living and what to do with this wretched earth. we get to do things that will make us happy, no matter how small it is. we get to draw, we get to write, we get to dance and sing and hug friends and eat food and sleep and laugh and damn if thats not beautiful. I don’t care about capitalism or this fucked up world if I can still hug you, if I can still make daisy chains, if I can put on temporary tattoos and stick googly eyes on trash cans and eat a bagel and listen to music and. it’s worth it, I think. please make it worth it. if not for yourself but for me, little ol’ gay person on your phone.

#miso speaks #damn rant #I want people to be happy #I also wanted to write this out becaus ive been thinking about it a lot #pro tip: bring fun things with you #I have a little bag that has fidgets and a little level and compass and magic 8 ball and etch-a-sketch and a small dinosaur figurine #anyway #yeah

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corpsentry · 9 months

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i may not. but i write poem still

#hello friends i am in sydney australia (have been for a while now) (8 weeks)#it is good all i do is play taiko and boulder #that being said i have therefore had no time to draw. or be in fandom. i am however desperately in love #(muttering to self like an insane person)#fuck it we ball i Broke up. i. um #i broke a plate. this is not true #i am madly in love with my current little guy and it is bringing me much joy #this poem cameos them #yes i said go to sydney over the summer for ten weeks to play taiko with a professional taiko group and then did that #it is ending soon! i have just embarrassed myself yet again. it is true i have ocd #that’s ok though because i have been going through CHARACTER ARC after CHARACTER ARC #learning so much about myself and my loved ones this summer. hope u are too #in a less painful way #anyway #poem #words #my stuff #writing #poetry

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bucketwritingpail · 6 months

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I want- i want to write a Pride and Prejudice Dead On Main fic

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thekidsarentalright · 1 month

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pete writing i will never end up like him behind my back i already am, keep a calendar this way you will always know and then going onto write an entire song called the calendar during the hiatus. what the fuck ever

#if i think abt pete writing v&v songs and all the implications and everything i throw up and fucking die #the calendar 8 ball when.#txt

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skitskatdacat63 · 2 months

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I have to write a relatively long German paper, and man its just so difficult for me. The pro side is that I can pick any topic I want, so of course I picked Charles VI. But I've literally not written any German in months, and I'm almost 100% sure our prof doesn't actually read them. I should just write and submit boy king fic....

#i wish it was in English #bcs i would be very happy about it #but i have lost so much capacity for any German writing #bcs he sucks so much as a prof and has dropped the ball on actual language learning imo #how am i supposed to suddenly write a 7-8 pg paper after youve spent all our class time just lecturing at us #and giving us no real opportunity to really learn or test our skills #i shall.. probably just cheat.#LIKE i want to learn german so badly #but what the fuck is the point of even trying when i know im not going to get actual feedback on my writing #why should i even try at that point. put that much effort in and know that he doesnt really care at all #it just sucks so much bcs i genuinely love and am so fascinated w the topic #but the idea that id put so much work into translating it only for him not to read it really kills me #again. just submit boy king fic and see if he notices sjfkgllblb #but do you know what i mean? like im sure ill write a good version in english that i think is actual good content #but translating it is such a lost cause bcs all the effort is reallt for nothing #like atp im jusy interested in the history more than making an effort w the language #ugh i wish i wasnt this way but yknow lack of stimulation anf feedback really kills my enjoyment and interest #like see i can convince myself that thr eng version of teh paper is my typical personal research #<- i mean im making a fucking family tree for funsies so this isnt that far off #but the translation part is so difficult bcs my german has been eroding a bit SOB SOB #lol anyways i say this bcs i was plotting a boy king fic in my head as i was goong to bed #and was like oh i shoulf write it out tmr! and then remembered I HAVE AN ESSAY UGH #well yeah. suffering. we'll see how i feel abt i write the original copy and if i have the capacity to germanify it #i just feel so guilty about it. cheating. I dont want to and it feels so low effort and terrible #but why would i force myself thru all that for a guy who barely reads it #catie.rambling.txt

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spookyxsprinkles · 6 months

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Happy Birthday

dabi × afab she/her and poc friendly reader

safe for work // 1,633 words // AO3. warnings: smoking, swearing, cheesy, dabi has an avoidant attachment style, self-harm mention but nothing happens.

summary: He wanted this conversation to be over and done with, snuffed out like a cigarette under his boot. It'd be easy enough to end it himself, all he had to do was be an asshole and leave you behind. Nothing he hadn't done before.

"Knock knock, mind if I join you?"

"Yes."

"I brought cake."

He turned his head slightly towards you, eyeing the paper plate in your hands. In it sat a pretty little slice of glazed strawberry cake with a plastic fork stabbed into it. You had made sure to pile on a bunch of strawberries, just for him.

You may have been the newest addition to the League of Villains, but it wasn't hard to figure out that he was intentionally a loner. Criminals were usually careful not to form close connections with others and the League was no exception. Although, that didn't stop you from being on friendly terms with the other members. They even threw a birthday party for you tonight. With karaoke.

Whereas, Dabi evacuated the mansion at the first sign of a celebration. He rose from his chair when Toga and Twice carried out the cake hidden under a mountain of candles and he was out of the building by the time Mr. Compress enthusiastically accompanied their vocals with a spirited harmonization.

His eyes glanced down at you as he blew smoke out of the side of his mouth and flicked his cigarette away. You frowned.

"That could start a forest fire."

"I could start a forest fire." There was a subtle twitch of his lip that would have went unnoticed had the clouds not cleared from in front of the moon in time.

You offer him the cake, which he wordlessly took, ignoring you as you snuffed out his cigarette. Once no longer lit, you shoved it in your pocket to properly throw out later. You crossed your arms and leaned against the tree, staring out at the umbrous silhouettes of the coniferous forest.

"Being this far out from the city is so nice. Fresh air, no noise pollution. Bunch of stars."

"There's noise pollution," Dabi swallowed down a strawberry. "Y'make it every time you open that dumb mouth."

You snorted in amusement. "I guess you're right about that, but I know you'd miss me if I stopped talking to you."

"If I never have to hear you yappin' at me again, it'd be too soon."

You playfully blew a raspberry at him in fake-annoyance. "You'd have to find someone else to bug you." You pursed your lips. "He's already got Toga, but I'm sure Twice could squeeze in a second best friend," you teased.

He rolled his eyes as he took another bite.

"Spinner?"

"The hell am I gonna talk about with that lizard?"

"First of all, it's a gecko quirk and you know that so don't be mean," you declared in defense of your comrade. "Though, you're right -- what would you talk about? I assume that also means no Tomura? I don't think I've ever seen you guys talk casually before -- aside from the dryest conversation about the weather… Maybe if we find some common ground between you two--"

"Fuck no."

"Aww, hey, he's not that bad. He's just…"

You rubbed at your neck unsure of what to say to that. Nothing you could say would change his thoughts on the matter. You weren't particularly close with Shigaraki, he had his own way of going about things which could be off-putting to most, but he just struck you as an awkward person who grew up without much social contact.

"The League sure is full of lonely people, huh?" You looked back up at the star-filled night for a few minutes, the both of you settling into a comfortable silence. An owl hooted in the distance as a cricket began to chirp from somewhere nearby. "I've always wondered if shooting stars ever got lonely."

"Sorry," you shake your head and laugh in embarrassment. "I like stars. Do you?"

"Stupid question."

You wondered if it really was and thought about how stars must seem miniscule to someone capable of burning as brightly as him. You leaned your head against the trunk and watched him finish his cake.

Earlier in the day, while writing down a list of necessary ingredients to bake and decorate the cake, there had been a conversation about birthdays. You couldn't remember who exactly brought up the topic, but you certainly weren't expecting the other members to easily give away that information. Unsurprisingly, Dabi was the only one that didn't share his.

He followed a gust of wind that swept through the night and as he passed you, flicked his plastic fork at you. You clumsily caught it and complained, only earning his indifference in return. He turned his back to you and set the paper plate ablaze. You opened your mouth to remind him of trashcans and how they still exist, but the words died in your throat as you watched the smoke get carried away by the breeze, away from you. You were secretly grateful that he was too busy making his way to an adjacent tree to notice you bite back a smile.

"Dabi."

"What is it now?" He leaned against his new tree and lazily shoved his hands in his pockets. He was always good at keeping his distance.

"You don't have to tell me your birthday."

He scoffed, "Way to state the obvious."

"We can share mine."

He narrowed his eyes at you, analyzing you for any sign of a punchline but your face was earnest. Annoyingly so.

"What makes you think I want your dumb birthday?"

"It's not that I think you want it, but wouldn't it be nice to have a day to celebrate… you?"

"What's there to celebrate," he sneered. He didn't mean for it to be taken so seriously, but the dopey look of concern on your face made him regret he said anything. Your brows furrowed.

"A lot. There's a lot to celebrate."

"Don't get all mushy, you're creepin' me out."

"Am I?"

"Yes," he growled. He wanted this conversation to be over and done with, snuffed out like a cigarette under his boot. It'd be easy enough to end it himself. All he had to do was be an asshole and leave you behind. Nothing he hadn't done before.

Deep, deep down there was a hungry part of him that ached. It belonged to the part of him that he had refused to acknowledge for the past seven years. He continued to ignore it's existence despite it being the very thing that kept him rooted in place, as though he were one of the trees in this giant fucking forest. The frustration it filled his chest with made him want to light himself on fire.

"At the expense of sounding like a creep…" You chewed on your bottom lip as you stared back up at the stars. Your fingers fiddled with a loose thread on your clothes. You were so easy to read.

"I'm really glad you're here."

Another breeze passed between the two of you, carrying your words along and rustling leaves. You looked over at him with eyes that overflowed with a depth of sincerity that made him want to start a wildfire and let himself get caught in it. He felt physically ill.

"You're gonna make me sick."

One of Dabi's eyes squinted more than the other as his tongue poked out of his mouth enough for you to see his piercings. The way his face scrunched reminded you of a cat's Flehmen response. You would've thought it was cute if you didn't feel so offended right now.

You huffed, staring at the grass as you tried to ignore the heat that crept up to your cheeks. "Was it really that bad?"

"Cheesy as hell. Keep that shit to yourself."

You shook it off and sighed exaggeratedly. "Well, since you seemed to like it so much, I might have to do it again for you some time." You stuck your tongue out at him playfully.

"Don't you fuckin' dare or I'll roast you on the spot."

You grinned and opened your mouth to offer a lighthearted retort when you heard your name being called in the distance. You turned to look around the tree and saw Toga waving you over for your turn at karaoke. You waved back at the younger girl in acknowledgement before she hopped back inside the mansion.

"I'm surprised they managed to pry the mic out of Mr.'s hands long enough to give someone else a turn," you laughed. "See you later. I'm glad you liked the cake."

"Yeah, yeah."

He pulled out a pack of smokes from his jacket and stuck a cigarette in between his lips. He lit it and watched as you fiddled with the plastic fork he flicked at you earlier. "What're you still doing here for?"

You smiled at him.

"Happy birthday."

"Tch, cheesy," he spoke humorlessly as you turned away. "By the way..."

You looked back at him and felt your face burning up as you saw his gaze drop from your eyes down to your lips.

"…Dabi?"

He smirked.

"Y'got cake on your face."

You blinked a few times as you processed his words before swiping your mouth. You looked at your hand to see the vivid scarlet of the strawberry glaze.

"Oh." You looked at it for a moment before wiping it against your clothes and giving an awkward laugh, "Um, thanks."

"You got a room full of ears to make bleed, mine've had enough. Get outta here."

You laughed before you jogged back to the mansion. He stared at the ground where you previously stood and took a drag. With each inhale, the toxins purged his body of a restlessness that had been stirred by the zephyr of your words.

You talk too much.

He looked up in time to see you wave goodbye at him before you disappeared inside. He breathed in another lungful of fumes before exhaling it up at the same sky that always seemed to captivate you.

"Happy birthday."

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi #todoroki touya #grumpy sunshine #if you squint #it's a scene from a longfic i've been working on privately #first post i dunno how to tag this #i havent even set an icon or changed from default tumblr theme #fuck it we ball #edit nov 8 2023: um i waited a week before rereading and editing and other than cheesiness its not as bad as i thought it was when i posted #i got some new ideas last week but i take 1000 years to write and edit so hopefully i can post one of them in time for his birthday in jan #SpookyxSprinkles #edit april 5th 2024: cleaned little mistakes + wordings that've been bothering me. there's a paragraph i wanna fix SObad but i dunno how ye

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nekropsii · 1 month

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More DubCanon, more Unreal Heir. Mituna writes poetry, by the way.

Is it funny to post this right after the "Retris is kind of a shitty boyfriend" upd8?

#mituna writes poetry! i however. do not.#balled this out at like 8 AM. no beta no draft we die like men. charitably interpret all these things as mituna sucking a little bit #shhhhh. watsonian approach only. homestuck fans LOVE to ignore doylist analysis right?#maybe one day ill find a way to post sovstuck dubcanon that is not ao3. until then!#sovereignstuck #sov!mituna captor #unreal_heir.ship #nekro.art

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ghoul--doodle · 5 months

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I love 8 ball’s redesign! I forgot how much I missed him

Thank you!! He’s not perfect yet but I’m a lot happier with him right now!

#I MIGHT add some gold into his design as an accent I think it’d work well against his purple #but currently I’m not sure #art tag #oc tag #oc: 8-ball #essentially I sat down to write nebula quest ch 1 and I realised 8-ball is a walking plothole so he got an overhaul #anon #asks

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chu-tea · 6 months

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Hi, ya'll, I made a Tumblr!

Here is my 3rd Ianthony fic!

#Ianthony #☀️🔍#anthony padilla #ian hecox #fanfic #im in that hype train of ian being a serial killer after the magic 8 ball lmao #pls i need more friends who feel the same ;~;#ChuTea writes

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compacflt · 1 year

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wip wednesday (thursday edition)

1. scene from slider one-shot that may/may-not get cut

2. ice/Mav flirting over “how good a technical demonstration ought to be when your adversaries are in attendance”

3. proposed edit insert scene for “debriefing” actually going into mavericks tour in bosnia

4. proposed edit insert scene for wwgattai ch 8, filling in those vacant yrs with postcards of airplanes & stupid shit

#note these are all really in progress wips #haven’t gotten the wording/pacing down right yet #one more final exam Friday then a couple big projects & then i have a month to work on fics #idk #fuck it we ball #top gun #top gun maverick #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #when we get around to talking about it #tom iceman kazansky #ron slider kerner #thinking about it and all these one shots/edits im writing #are literally just to make up for how poorly written the original wwgattai ch 8 was #just an absolute dearth of knowledge of how those emotional circumstances would play out #which i am now/have been exploring in all these new one-shots/edits #the post-rooster-papers-pulling situation is always so difficult to wrestle with #just no idea how it would go with these characters #anyway

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hollowsart · 1 year

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I’ve never been normal a day in my life.

I just.. think he’s neat.. 👉👈 y’know?

#Ghostie mumbles #mysterio #quentin beck #tssm mysterio #tssm quentin beck #appreciate him. got some great frames of him here #plus one silly one in the center because come on I love that one so much #grabbing him. rattling him. shaking him like a magic 8-ball <3 #he's just sitting in my head tossing cards into a hat leisurely making trick shots #I need to go through the other episodes he's in and collect more shots of him. I need a whole folder.... I'm normal. I promise.#also I just noticed his tie is flat on the end. not pointed... -writes that down-

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age-of-moonknight · 10 months

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“Danse Macabre,” Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #25.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Pencilers and Inkers: Alessandro Cappuccio, Alessandro Vitti, and Partha Pratim; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Moon Knight vol. 9 #Moon Knight 2021 #Moon Knight comics #latest release #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #you know #in previous issues I had kind of filed away Mr. MacKay’s repeated use of 8-Ball as something similar to how #Jason Aaron keeps working the Orb into his stories #but this issue really confirmed that…yeah there’s really no comparison in #shall we say #the character writing of the two different writers #and MacKay didn’t even create 8-Ball???

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stormcried · 6 months

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Anyway! Like this post for a starter or maybe I could go through y’all’s memes? Multi muses lemme know who you’d like for drakes to interact with!

#I need tk write after today #like seriously after having my balls crushed by four days of consistent customer service for 8 hours I’m tired and wanna relax

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moonlitkawaiifestival · 2 years

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okay fuck it im telling yall about my magical girl au

heres three and eights designs, more info under the cut

this is a 24 centric au, bc im a filthy lesbian

magical girl au is an au where two celestial magical girls, sun (who is always an inkling) and moon(who is always an octoling), exist to fight off the existential horror that is The Void. The Void wants to eat all that exists, bc it doesn't like it when things exist. all the last worlds were eaten by the void (this is how humanity goes extinct). magical girls hold a form of magic that repels the void. every time an old magical girl died, the power went into suitable host, and so the cycle continues. all went pretty swimmingly until 100 years ago, when no new magical girls rose after the last two passed away in the great turf war.

one hundred years later, only two great cities still stand. octolings are underground, inklings think octolings are extinct and are also honestly not doing so well themselves. old wards made by the magical girls of old are starting to fade. shits gone even more to shit. and two young girls, one inkling, one octoling, wake up one day imbued with the lost magic of old.

eight(she/her) or Elara, after transforming for the first time, is trained directly under octavio as octarias perfect secret weapon. She never needs more than one shot to take someone out. Eight is kind of a cold hearted badass in this au, she warms up later but its a slow process.

three(she/they) or Cyra, or Blaire, they like to switch names a lot but those r the most common ones they take. Anyway they join the splatoon on a whim (they were new in inkopolis and really bored) and her powers are extremely useful for the splatoon. three kind of goes with whatever they feel like is the best option, trusting their gut more than their head. semi related to this shes a smug little bastard in this au who likes hunting for a good fight. they stop being such a little shit later but, again, its a slow process.

both three and eight are fiercely protective of the people they care about, willing to do next to anything to make sure everybody is safe.

cuttlefish and octavio(unseen) kind of both collectively take seeing the magic back as a weird nationalist sign that they were right actually and -insert demographic here- is the bestest ever or something.

these pictures r of their magical girl forms just before octo expansion. magical girl forms r made by the user and fully based on their personality, and octo expansion changes some Things about these bitches.

Bonus!

Thanks for reading all my bullshit, heres a picture of threes face

gf @flingza-roller helped me pick the piercings 💖

#festival chatter #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon au #agent 8 #agent 3 #im having a ball making this au #so i might as well share it i think #im even working on writing it #would anyone be interested in a fanfic about this?#idk no promises but im thinking on it #lets just call this #celestial magical girl au

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