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divinecouture · 2 months
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acnologias-ass · 3 months
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WAKE UP BABE IT'S YEAR OF THE DRAGON!! 🐉🐲🐉
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nanatsulucy · 2 months
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Natsu charges with Lucy
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riveluart · 1 month
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Dragon Fairies
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blackbatbbg · 3 months
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Gray: I love Juvia. I would never do anything to hurt her, I swear on my life.
Gajeel: We’re both on suicide watch. Swear on something else.
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lhappyface · 10 months
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Natsu: Guys, I figured out a fool proof way to figure out if someone is evil!
Gajeel: And that is…?
Natsu: If they don’t like Wendy, then they’re pure evil!
Wendy: I don’t think—
Laxus: No, he’s right for once. That is a fool proof method.
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celestialrayna · 3 months
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What do you think, Rogue?
An artwork with the Twin Dragons. Sting and Rogue walk through Gazania discussing something. I wonder what it is about that Sting wants Rogue's opinion...
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sunflxwerelfgirl · 1 year
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Seven tickets to Barbie please
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smokerswifey · 23 days
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KINANA, ERIC / KINABRA HOW I'VE MISSED YOU TWO, MY SWEET PRECIOUS BABIES 😭😭😭😭😭
ALSO WTF HOW R THEY ENGAGED ALREADY, MY MAN COBRA DID NOT WASTE A SECOND 🫡 ( TBH I CAN'T BLAME HIM LOOK AT HERRR 🫠🫠🫠 )
She's definitely wife material lol, look at her pretending to like the nickname Cobra gave her to not hurt his feelings lmao 😭😭 .
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Oooh body horror of dragon slayers love to see what u come up with 😈 ~
You get me! I'm so excited to do this!
Natsu's veins look like actual lava. Most times its very faint and you can't see it but when he gets mad they glow
His blood is so hot that it burns through things. He got a nose bleed once and melted a table
If he uses dragon force too often, his skin starts to blister and peel like super bad burns.
He also has a ton of burn scars. He didn't build up a tolerance to heat overnight and almost all of his body has rough, painful looking scars (little Natsu was always wrapped in bandages)
Gajeel's dead skin is straight iron and can give people tiny cuts. He wears a ton of lotion because any bit of roughness can hurt the people close to him
This is also the case for cuts on his body. The edges of the wounds sharpen and make it almost impossible to get stitches or bandages. He's also injured several doctors
His eyes and skin end up yellowing with age because of the extreme amount of iron in his body
His skin is either insanely cold or hot. If he gets too hot his skin turns bright red and sizzles. Too cold and he can actually freeze over (also yes, he rusts especially around his fingers and toes)
If Wendy uses her Dragon Force too much, she starts sprouting little feather nubs in her normal form. She has to pull them out with tweezers. It's very painful
Overtime her face and hands develop muscle spasms and tremors. She has a hard time controlling her expressions and gets to the point where she can't even hold items because her hands shake so violently
When she uses too much magic, her skin starts to turn blue from lack of oxygen. She has passed out from it before but it's very rare. The blue is almost every time and her lips are now constantly blue
Her finger nails are black/brown from the lack of oxygen in her blood. Overtime her finger tips turn the same color, but the nails start soon after her first dragon force (she hid it by painting her nails but had to tell others once her actual fingers started to turn)
Laxus' veins are also insane. They mostly look crazy like lighting bolts across his entire body. Drawing blood from him is a nightmare. Especially because his veins are incredibly thin too
He also has a shit ton of burn scars. More so on his hands and arms but also the inside of his mouth is incredibly scarred because of use of his magic
His entire back is covered in those lightning bolt scars too. They are not super visible but if you get up close it's insane
Erik's blood is straight acid. Just a papercut is enough to seriously injure someone. It's so strong that he can't even be operated on.
His skin is super thin. Like if you shine a strong flashlight on him, you can see all his veins and stuff
Because Sting's entire body makes light, he has like an insane amount of sun damage. His skin is very rough, cracked, and often has random burn spots scattered around his body
Rogue straight up feels like a dead body. When he was a kid, he looked like one too. Too skinny, bones popping out, super pale, and cold. As he got older he learned how to bulk up, but his magic still takes it's toll on his body
His pupils are always super big. Like you can barely see his eye color because his pupils are massive. Because of this, his eyes look absolutely massive
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wandiwoo · 6 months
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you ever just
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celestialdragongod · 1 month
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I've always wondered why Natsu doesn't carry around a lighter. Like I understand that the little flame isn't going to be enough but its not like he's against arson or not going to cause a shit ton of fire damage anyway. Or like why don't one of his team mates carry one around? I get that if he's in like a cave or something there's not much to light on fire and it might not be the fastest process but still?? It seems like something that would be good to have in an emergency??
I mean like for the seven dragon slayers there's different levels of how available their elements are to just consume in the middle of a fight. There are the ones that are pretty much ever-present like Air and Shadow, so Wendy and Rogue seem like they might be better off since ya know it's much more likely for their element to naturally be there and to have none available seems like they're in kind of extreme circumstances. Then there's Lightning, Metal, Poison, and White which aren't exactly guaranteed to be in all places. Making Laxus, Gajeel, Cobra, and Sting's ability to refuel more circumstantial and up to chance. Natsu is kind of between those two types though as Fire is not ever-present but it's not that hard to make fire. Also Fire spreads, if it can there's going to be more, making it even more unlike the other Circumstantial ones which are generally limited in quantity.
All this to say, he should just carry around a regular ass lighter.
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acnologias-ass · 4 days
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Had this quote in my drafts and I felt it would suit my Modern Day AU Slayer siblings dynamic best lol 😆
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nanatsulucy · 1 month
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I love when natsu lucy and happy look at the breakfast menu at crime sorciere cafe.
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demetris-cocksleeve · 2 months
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(A/n: We all know about Dragon! Kirishima.... But what about Dragon Slayer! Kirishima? With that thought in mind, I present you with this:)
(Inspired by this from cookiecosplayers on tiktok)
(I have a confession... this was supposed to have smut, but it's just been sitting in my drafts for 4 months... since I can't find the flow to the nsfw, you guys get this unfinished and un-beta'd fic. Maybe I'll finish it some day🤷‍♀️😭)
Word Count: Good question
Summary- While sitting in a shady pub, you encounter a very intriguing stranger
Warnings: None
Age Rating: None
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Dragon Slayer! Kirishima x Fem! Reader
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You're sipping on a pint of stale mead when he slips into the booth across from you, interrupting your self-imposed pity party. The stranger glances around the pub, taking in the drunks and thugs with an unreadable expression before looking back to you.
"This isn't a place for pretty little things like yourself." His voice is gruffer than you'd assume from looking at him, though not unpleasant. In fact, the entirety of your sudden companion is more pleasant than you were getting used to seeing from your table.
His rogue leather armor -just a chest plate and cuffs, really-, and weaponry the only things pointing to his belonging. Armed with a claymore and various daggers, he certainly makes an imposing figure. From first glance, you'd say he's probably some type of mercenary. 'Murder for hire,' your mind unhelpfully supplies.
He's tall with bright red hair that's pulled off his face with a thick leather cord, broad shoulders and thick, veiny forearms. His face is deceptively soft, his right eye sporting a singular scar spanning from his eyebrow to the top of his cheekbone. His bright red eyes bore into you with an intensity that has the hair on the back of your neck stand on edge.
Any attraction you may have felt for him goes out the window at his choice of words, though. His condescending tone making you bristle in your seat.
Your eyebrows furrow as you glare at him. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, honey. You belong in a pretty little dress with pretty little flowers, not here with a bunch of lowlifes." He crosses his arms, and leans against the back of the booth, and regards you with a neutral expression. "Before you bite my head off: I'm just tryna look out for ya. You don't belong in a place like this, darlin'."
"And how do you know where I belong?" You snark, arms crossing as you continue to glare at the man in front of you.
"I just do..." He jabs a thumb at the rowdy patrons, "A little girl like you shouldn't be spending her time with these... creeps. This place is a cesspool of drunks, thugs, and low lives."
"If it's so bad, why are you here? Associating yourself with such bad people?"
A wolfish smile spreads across his face as he leans forward, resting his arms on the table. The faint lighting casting his eyes in an almost scary light. "Considering I'm one of the King's big, bad dragon slayers, I'd say I fit in here quite well..."
He grabs your pint and drinks from it. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"Hey- You know what? Never mind, keep it," You're quickly realizing that arguing with this strange man is a losing battle. The distraction of his drink-stealing makes it take you a second to process his words, "Wait- Dragon slayer?"
You eye him for a second, not quite believing him. He may look strong and have the weapons, but he doesn't quite fit how the stories describe the King's most hardened warriors. You have to say, he doesn't look like he could take on such beasts.
Not the massive, armored creatures you've been warned about since you were a kid, anyway. With skin tougher than diamond, teeth shaper than the best blacksmiths' steel and claws longer than your forearm. You've been told even the smallest ones stand above even the tallest of men.
"No offense but you don't look like a dragon slayer."
He quirks an eyebrow at you. "And how am I s'posed to look, sweetie?"
Your face heats at the veiled accusation. "I dunno... Bigger, nastier. I've heard the dragon slayers are all filthy brutes that even the king cannot convince to be more civilized."
He smirks, briefly looking you up and down before leaning against the booth again, arm thrown over it as he manspreads.
"So, you don't think I'm a big, nasty brute?" He teases.
Your back straightens as you prepare to squawk out a defense only to be cut off as he laughs. "Calm down, sweetheart. I'm just playin with ya." He takes another swing from the stolen mead.
The man sets his -your- pint down to unhook his chest plate and pull his jacket aside, revealing a multitude of burn marks and various other scars. "How this for a brute?"
Your eyes widen at the suddenly exposed skin, any disbelief at his claim squashed with a single look at his marred skin. A small gasp leaves your parted lips at the way the pink flesh and silvery scratches and bites make his torso look almost like stained glass. Definitely the scars you've been told stories about.
Before you can stop yourself, you're asking, "What happened there?" As you point to a fairly large burn scar on the left side of his chest.
"That... was from a Firefury. The fucker's fire blasted me square in the chest. Burned straight through my armor like it was kindling." A smug smirk appears as he finishes, "Still managed to take him down, though..."
Any annoyance you held from his snide nicknames and earlier behavior is thrown out the window at the prospect of hearing about the dragons that plague your kingdom from someone who has actually been up close and personal with them. You can deal with his insufferable pet names in favor of firsthand stories.
He fixes his jacket in favor of rolling his left sleeve up to reveal a patch of slightly raised flesh molted with reds and purples. "This one, as you can probably guess, was from a Blue Terror."
You shift to the edge of your seat to get a better look. The noise of the other pub goers fades as you listen to the stranger's story.
"What did it do?" You look at his face only to find him already looking at you, a small smile gracing his lips unlike his previous smug expressions. You look back to the scarred skin to avoid eye contact.
Wondering what the skin feels like after such an injury, you start to reach for his arm before stopping yourself. You may be interested in the stranger now, but you'll be damned if you make a fool of yourself like that.
Seeing your intrigue, he gestures at you that it's okay to touch his arm as he speaks. "She got a lucky hit in; turned my forearm into what felt like a block of ice."
Apart from a few dry, scaley patches along the edge of the mark, the skin feels surprisingly smooth if not a bit tight.
"It lost some feeling after that and if it gets hit too much, it feels like my arm is being flamed all over again."
Confusion floods you at his words, "I thought they didn't breath fire?"
The man's eyebrows knit together before he seems to realize something. "I forget villagers don't normally come into contact with the beasts... Blue Terror's spit flame just like most dragons, contrary to what the folklore says about them breathing ice. Their name comes from where they live and the frigid feel of their flames. They're still very much flames, though. Don't be mistaken."
"Really?" If that piece of folklore was wrong, you wonder how else the dragons are different from what you've been told.
"Ye-" A loud bang from across the tavern interrupts him. A quick look reveals one of the drunks at the bar had merely slipped out of his seat and hit the floor. Shaking your head in distain, you turn back to your new-found acquaintance.
He lightheartedly snorts as the patron climbs back into his barstool.
You hate to do it, but you have to admit, at least to yourself, that looking past his introduction, the man was actually interesting company; not the zealot you would expect from a place like this.
Looking back to you he asks, "I have one more big one if you're interested?"
"You're quite fond of your scars, aren't you?" You lightly chuckle, resigning to take your mead back. You chug a bit before placing it back on the table.
He chuckes as well, "Yeah, I guess you get that way when they're all you've got to remember everything you've fought for."
At your curious look, he continues. "They're a reminder of the dangers of my job and of just how close I came to death. How many times I've pulled through a tough spot."
"The nightmares are a whole other issue though," he jokes.
You tilt your head at the man, "That's... kind of a beautiful way of looking at them..."
"Hey, don't get all sweet on me, honey. I'm a big, mean, uncivilized dragon slayer; I'm not supposed to feel emotions, remember?" He laughs, waving down the bar maid to order another pint.
You can't help the laugh that makes it way up your throat.
"What~?" He sips his drink once she brings it, chuckling. "It's true!"
"I'm sure it is," you're not sure how this went from you being chastised to an actually pleasant conversation, but you can't say you're complaining. "You said you had another one to show me?"
"Right," he turns to the side, moving his hair to reveal a massive star-shaped scar reaching across his neck, just touching his jaw and creeping under the shoulder of his jacket. "This one was the nastiest: A massive Ivorywing managed to get behind my while I was fighting and bit a clean chunk of flesh from me. No reason I shoulda survived, but here I am~"
He spreads his arm wide as he flashes another sharp smile your way.
You return it with a small shake of your head. "The rewards must be worth it, no? Along with the fame, that is?"
"I guess," he muses.
"The reward is nice - the recognition, though? That's the worst part," he continues. "The way I'm treated like some sort of hero or something. I'm no hero, doll. I'm just a guy doing my job; I don't need to be no damn fame..."
You furrow your brows at him. "What do you mean? Dragon slayers have saved hundreds of civilians - noble and peasant alike - I think that makes you well deserving of the 'hero' title."
The man in front of you has fallen some of the biggest beasts on this earth - has the scars to prove it - and doesn't think he is any sort of heroic? Insanity.
"I know it probably sounds dumb, but I stand by it..." He finishes his mead, chugging the rest of it in one go. "You know who doesn't get called heroes? The blacksmiths that make my weapons, the armorers who design my armor, the doctors who patch me up... They're the ones who should be called the heroes."
"That's very..." You struggle to find the words, "humble of you to say..."
He shrugs, "It's just my opinion. I don't deserve that title just because I have the shiny scars and cool stories."
There's a brief pause as you process what he says and he takes a breath to steady himself from the rant.
"You never answered my question, doll."
"What?"
"What you're doing in a place like this? I've talked enough about me, I wanna hear about you."
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blackbatbbg · 23 days
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