#Switching Forms | Wish Granted {M!Anon}

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☆ anonymous ☆ — Magical Anon Time; Chi-Chi is now a man for the next 2 weeks

"Wait, what is going o — !?"

There was a surprise noise as the magic takes effect, both a poof of gray smoke and a sound can be heard. Soon followed by a coughing noise from Chi-Chi. Doing their best to wave it away.

It isn't long before it slowly clears and reveals the transformation. Standing there is now a long hair man, his build a little more lean but not overly muscular.

"Geeze, was that necessary? I — !!"

"O-Oh dear...t-this is..."

Well, to say THIS was a surprise and shocking was an understatement to say the least. No wonder her clothes had been feeling tighter in the moment — least they hadn't been ruined by the sudden change in mass. Though a change in wardrobe was probably going to need to happen.

Still stunned into silence in the moment and trying to process this new predicament. This was going to be very interesting for a bit.

[sonchiildren]

This transformation had caught Chi-Chi unaware and frankly off guard, still trying to process what had happened in that moment. HOW or WHY it even happened for that matter. She — or he right was probably more appropriate, was trying to carefully move about to not ruin his clothing. While, this build wasn't much too different from her usual with the exception of her muscles being more prominent, her clothes had gotten tighter.

Being once more startled from their thoughts when their husband busted into the house suddenly, a little gasp escaping him. Jolting just a little in response to the Saiyan's sudden appearance — more surprised to see him in his Super Saiyan God mode. It seemed he had somehow sensed something was off with his wife and came rushing from the fields, ready to protect her.

Not that protection was really necessary. Not really.

"Ah, Goku the mat — !!"

Forgetting about being careful as he moved forward to catch the other when he almost stumbled forward. Luckily, it seemed his husband's reflexes were quick enough to catch him on the doorframe of the entrance. A soft sigh escaping Chi-Chi before he noticed the fierce blush that was suddenly painting the man's face.

Oh. Oh right. Almost completely forgetting about his little predicament in that moment — feeling heat pool into his cheeks now as a response. Feeling a little self conscious and embarrassed now in the moment.

"A-Ah, I'm not sure w-what happened exactly — "

" — but, umm, I-I think I got transformed by a wish or something."

Pressing the tips of his fingers together and shyly looking down. Dear Kami, why did he feels so flustered for? This was his husband.

@sonchiildren

He'd been out at the farm with the others, harvest time had been in full swing thus most of the family had come together while double checking the plans he and chi-chi had worked on. The large array of plans and sketches all spread out on the tractors hood, tail ticking behind him as he'd watched everyone begin to get the assorted tools ready, yet something caught his attention almost immediately, something in the back of his mind screaming. It felt similar to when- he bursts right into the divine form, using its increased speed to arrive home just that much quicker. Something has happened to Chi-Chi and if someone has dared to hurt her in his absence.. He doesn't dare think on what he'd do. His concern paramount, the door nearly slams off it's hinges as he throws it open, ready to deliver some form of saiyan justice on whoever-

He skids to a stop, nearly tripping over the welcome home mat right at the entrance of the door. His hand placing against the nearby wall to stop himself, nails slightly digging into the painted wall, he'd repair it later as he blinks. Tail puffed up behind him, the intense heat from the form expels gently, more like a quick wave of heat that soon leaves, it sure wasn't leaving his face though!

"Chi-Chi?" Is his quiet stammer of his wife-turned-husband's name, blood rushing to his face and the adrenaline catching up to him. Maybe he was about to faint from surprise he sure does feel weak in the knees for some reason!

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Billy Lenz x Reader | Coffee Shop AU

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“U already know who this is... Coffee shop au but there's a competing coffee shop that sells holiday themed drinks depending on the day of the week (B I L L Y L E N Z I D E M A N D H I M)” - anon

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Billy was pissed.

Stupid Coffee Shop with their stupid snowflakes- and who the hell painted that sorry excuse for a snowman on the front window?! It wasn't even December, and they already had decorations up and Holiday Specials advertised in big, bold lettering

Billy blew a stray strand of hair from his face, glaring out the window at the coffee shop across the street. Two years after they opened there, and he still couldn't believe they'd had the audacity to choose that location - maybe less that thirty feet away from the location of his shop. There he'd been, finally settled after years of therapy, content with the stability of his life, when they showed up.

Them and their hair...their clothes...their stupid face- stupid eyes-

They came and opened their shop, selling coffee a dollar cheaper than him and attracting half of his customers like moths to a flame. When Billy put up a sign advertising cookies, they advertised two-for-one deals. When he offered special holiday sales, they offered free cookies with any purchase on Tuesdays. When he advertised limited time coffee flavors, they advertised seasonal baked goods. Those with fewer tastebuds and lighter wallets began to switch to the other, lesser coffee shop within a couple of months, and Billy was left to suffer the consequences.

Granted, he still got good business, his coffee shop was unique, and obviously quite superior. Not only was he skilled in the art of coffee making, and served everything in ceramic cups unless otherwise specified, his shop was themed. 

Each day was a different holiday, with different options for coffee. He had 'plain' options for those who just wanted a caffeine fix, but he had alternating holiday flavors for the more adventurous. And damn it, if someone wanted a Leprechaun Cappuccino on Thursday then too fucking bad! They’d have to show up on Monday like everyone else!

It had started off with just Christmas themed brews all year 'round, but he'd expanded after the first year. He hated having to explain the menu to new customers every single time they showed up, but he did enjoy messing around with different types of latte art. That is, if everyone stopped ordering the iced coffee...

Glancing back at his rival, he snarled.

Billy hated them. He hated their coffee shop, he hated their smile, he hated their dumb laugh-

He'd often see them through the window, putting a sign out front, or sweeping off the front step before they opened. They looked dumber and dumber each time he saw them. Sometimes they had the nerve to wave at him and yell out a greeting like they had no idea they were rivals, and Billy hated it. He wanted to get rid of them. He wanted to dump boiling coffee over their head. He wanted to rip out their intestines and-

Bad Billy! Bad for having bad thoughts again! Stupid, nasty Billy! Stupid-

Billy took in a long, deep breath, just like his therapist taught him to, focusing on the way his lungs filled with air and collapsed when he exhaled. He played with the hem of his sweater, worn from years of doing so, feeling the way the fibers ran across his fingertips. He sighed, wishing for just one day without intrusive thoughts, but knowing he'd never be granted that sort of reprieve. No, it wasn't something he'd ever be cured from...but it was something he was learning to manage better as the years went by.

He glanced around the shop, hoping none of the customers noticed his little episode. Thankfully, they all seemed absorbed in their activities and conversations.

Billy sighed, a bit relieved. He wiped off some glitter that had fallen onto the counter from the tinsel hanging above him, hoping none had gotten into his hair again, when the front door of the shop opened. Glancing up he saw a woman and a young boy walk in and make their way over to the counter. They were regulars, coming every single Tuesday for the Valentine's Day special.

"Welcome to ‘Fa-la-latte’, what can I get'cha?" Billy asked with a smile plastered on his face.

"I'd like a Sweetheart iced coffee," she gestured towards the boy. "And he just wants a strawberry muffin. To go, please."

Billy nodded and spun around to get to work, withholding the eye roll he nearly gave her. If he had one more customer order the iced coffee he was going to take it off the menu.

He didn't notice the bell on the door ring, too focused on his internal dialogue and making a damn good iced coffee (or, as good as iced coffee is going to get). Even if he had to make the same damn thing every Tuesday, he wasn't one to disappoint. 

Shoving the lid of the coffee with one hand, he grabbed a muffin in the other, putting it in a bag and setting them both on the counter. The boy, like any child would, grabbed the muffin almost immediately, and Billy rang up the price on the cash register. While the woman pulled out her card, Billy saw the person behind them.

Billy's eye twitched and his pupils narrowed at the sight before him.

It was them.

The absolute nerve this person had was astonishing. They thought it'd be okay to just show up whenever they wanted? In his shop? The shop they were practically stealing money from by simply existing? With their little stupid, ugly smile, and their stupid-

"Thank you!" the woman's loud voice broke Billy out of his thoughts, taking her coffee and exiting the shop with the boy in tow.

Billy's knuckles were white as they walked up to him, a smile on their face. He saw through their facade. He wasn't falling for that sweet demeanor.

"Wow, they weren't kidding when they said you had a lot of options!" they said, eyes wide as they looked at the signs above Billy's head. "It must be exhausting having to have a different menu for each day!"

Billy's jaw began to hurt from clenching, eyes raking over their form as they rattled on about things he didn't care about.

"So, Tuesday is Valentine's Day, huh? What would you recommend for a newcomer?"

Billy blinked, "What?"

"I came to try it out myself! Everybody keeps raving about how good your stuff is, and I wanted firsthand experience!"

Oh. Oh this sneaky- They wanted to taste it so they could copy him! They wanted to steal his ideas and sell it for half price! He was so close to just leaning over the counter and grabbing them by the throat-

But, he couldn't just cause a scene in front of his loyal customers! This coffee shop was supposed to be their quiet space, where everyone could just relax and enjoy themselves. He wasn't about to ruin it for them, and risk losing business.

Gathering himself, Billy gave them a sickly sweet smile, "Well, everyone orders the Sweetheart Iced Coffee."

They shifted on their feet, "Is that what you would order?"

Oh they were good...

"No," Billy leaned on the counter. "I'd order the latte."

They glanced up to the sign, "Just a regular latte?"

"Yup."

Seemingly dumbfounded, they shrugged and said, "Alright. One medium latte, please!"

Sending them one last smile before he turned around, Billy scowled and got to work.

Who'd they fucking think they were? 'oNe MeDiUm LaTtE pLeAsE!' Like he was gonna make them one of his specialty drinks anyway! Still...if they were out for his recipe, they would've been more insistent to order a specialty drink, wouldn't they? He glanced back at them, watching the way they looked around the shop with an awed expression. Their acting skills were top notch, he'd give them that.

Billy shook his head, trying to stop himself from mumbling. A few phrases escaped his lips despite his efforts. He heard them laugh softly, and he nearly burst a blood vessel trying not to scream at them to get out. An image of stabbing them in the eyes with a candy cane abruptly took over his thoughts, and he couldn't help but muse over it with a satisfied hum. He'd watch as their blood warmed the candy in his hands, mixing into a sugary, sticky mess-

NO! Bad Billy! Bad, bad, BAD BILLY! Naughty, NASTY-

Billy closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the way the coffee machine hummed.

"You have her father's love, Demetrius. Let me have Hermia's. Do you marry him?" Billy muttered in a low voice, steaming some milk with an iron grip. "Scornful, Lysander! True, he hath my love-"

"Are you quoting Shakespeare?"

Billy pointedly ignored them, trying not to break the handle on his coffee machine as he turned the steamer off while he murmured to himself, a bit softer than before, "And what is mine my love shall render him. And she is mine, and all my right of her, I do estate unto Demetrius."

He poured the milk into the coffee, swirling it into a neat, but not overly exotic heart. It was Valentine's Day themed, after all, and he wasn't about to get ridiculed for a sloppy job. Turning to set it down in front of them, he was briefly stunned to find they'd moved to sit over at the bar near him. His fingers twitched as he inhaled sharply, plastering a smile back on his face as he shakily set the cup down in front of them.

Their eyes scanned him for a long moment before falling to the latte in front of them, sending him a small smile and a thanks. Billy gave them a sickening "You're welcome" before turning to clean up, ignoring the pleased hum they gave after their first sip. He was mumbling to himself again while he washed out some used cups when they spoke.

"So, are you in a play?"

Billy paused for a moment, confused, "What?"

"Oh, you were just reciting lines, so I thought maybe you were trying to keep them memorized," they shrugged, and then lifted their cup of coffee. "This is really good, by the way!"

"Were you expecting it to be bad?" he bit out, a bit more harshly than intended.

"No, no! I'm just used to coffee that's not so great," they shrugged.

"If you wanted bad coffee, you should've ordered the Americano," Billy mumbled.

The laugh he earned stunned him, his thoughts pausing for a moment to take in the sight of their smile. Despite his suspicions, the twinkle in their eyes seemed genuine enough... It would be so easy to put that light out...make their eyes as dull as his own can be. Turn the whites into a scarlet-stained-

A cup shattered in Billy's grasp, slicing the silence like a knife through butter. A curse escaped his lips before he thought better of it, echoing throughout the room. Some of the customers looked in his direction. Billy wanted to apologize, but his voice wouldn't cooperate. He lowered his head a bit, hiding his face behind a curtain of hair, and shakily gathered the broken ceramic from the sink. Thankfully, he hadn't cut himself.

You should have, stupid, stupid Billy! You deserve it! Bad Billy! Bad-

"Are you alright?"

Billy turned to them, eyes manic. He relished in the way they tried to hide their discomfort.

"I'm fine," he bit out.

Billy seized the opportunity for a bathroom break, escaping the hellscape that was his coffee shop. Standing in the middle of the small bathroom, he spent the next few minutes trying to even his breathing. In, and out. In, and out. The breathing technique left a lot to be desired, and didn't do much for his racing thoughts...but it was better than nothing. If anything, at least he could tell his therapist he'd put in the effort. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, unsurprised to see a murderous gaze looking back at him.

"If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended," Billy muttered, hands gripping the sink. "That you have but slumbered here, while these visions did appear. Heh! Dramatic."

Shaking himself off, Billy inhaled and exited the restroom. 

They were still there, sipping their coffee and eyeing him as he walked back behind the counter. He sent them a smile, as though nothing had happened less than five minutes before. They blinked at him, confused, but Billy paid them no mind. Instead, he decided to make himself a latte. His hands were still quite shaky, and his heart had yet to really calm itself down. He fumbled with the steamer a bit, but managed to complete the drink with no mishaps.

"So...which holiday is your favorite?"

Billy stared at them as he sipped his latte.

"Mine is Halloween! I'm curious to know what the Death Brew tastes like," they smiled. "Is it bitter?"

Billy's eyes were glued to them as they patiently awaited his answer, and he took his time swallowing his coffee. They wanted to know what his brew tasted like, huh? They were definitely out to steal his recipe.

"It tastes like death," he replied. "Hints the name."

He jumped when they laughed out loud, apparently finding his sarcasm amusing. Billy hated the little butterfly that flew around in his tummy, and promptly squashed it with an eye roll and a huff.

Billy watched as they continued to look around at all the different decorations adorning the coffee shop, seemingly in admiration, but he couldn't be too sure. This person was crafty, and he had to be ready for anything. They were clearly looking for some way to ridicule him, or one-up him, and he would not allow it.

Still...the twinkle in their eyes...and the soft smile that settled on their lips...

"Christmas."

Their sparkling eyes turned back to Billy, "What?"

"My favorite holiday is Christmas," Billy said.

They smiled at him, "I should've known...there's a lot of tinsel hanging around in here."

Billy looked down at his latte, trying to sort through his racing thoughts. He hadn't felt this unsettled in a while, and it was a feeling he hadn't wished to relive.

"Your place is a lot calmer than mine," they said airily. "It's nice..."

Billy's eye twitched. He couldn't tell if that was a compliment, or a well-hidden insult. He just hummed in reply, trying not to appear as frazzled as he felt. However, he was sure the trembling in his hands was giving him away.

"Christmas is on Saturday, right?" they asked.

He nodded and they gave him a sweet smile.

"Well, I might have to come back in a few days, then," they replied, hopping off of the bar stool. "I'll see you around! Thanks for the coffee!"

Baffled, Billy watched them leave with his mouth hanging open. He stared until he saw them disappear behind the door of their own coffee shop. 

Everything about that interaction had gone strangely, in his mind, and he wasn't sure if it was because it had been strange or if it was just him who found it odd. They'd seemed genuinely curious about everything, not with ill intentions in mind. However, they'd left so abruptly...almost like they did it on purpose.

They were probably scared of Billy. They probably heard him mumbling nasty things under his breath and ran away- T-they knew Billy is bad! They knew Billy has bad thoughts! Bad, bad thoughts! They- They...

They didn't fucking pay for their coffee.

Billy nearly saw red, glaring at the empty cup that sat on the counter. With shaking hands he grabbed it, doing his best not to toss it across the room in frustration. He froze, however, when he saw a small slip of paper flutter on the table where the cup had been sitting. Curiosity peaked, Billy set the cup in the sink and then picked the paper up between in fingers.

"Feel free to stop by my shop any time for a free coffee! We've got lattes ;)"

Billy didn't enjoy the way his face felt as it flushed, and he really didn't enjoy this new feeling of butterflies in his stomach. And yet, a grin split on his face, and a cackle escaped his lips, earning a few glances. He turned to see them staring at him through their own window. They grinned and waved at him, and he choked.

If they were so insistent on stealing his recipes, he'd just have to return the favor. He wanted to see what all those customers saw in their stupid coffee shop. They probably batted their stupid eyelashes at people, and smiled their stupid smile-

Their stupid, goofy smile... Made their eyes crinkle at the corners... He could think of many different ways they could use that mouth of theirs-

No! Bad, naughty Billy! Having naughty thoughts at work! Bad! Bad! BAD!

[mldrgrl]

Prompt for my dearest & most favourite fan-fic author: Mulder to Scully -- "That's not nothing. It's definitely something." I envisioned a rated-R, 90s-era M&S, but you can of course choose whatever you wish. I'll be overjoyed nonetheless. Love, Joy.

Oh, dear, sweet, lovely Joy Anon.  I’m so sorry for what I’ve done.

The One That Never Wasby: mldrgrlRating: PG-13

Mulder has been happier in the past few weeks than he can ever remember being.  Not since he was a kid, since before his sister was taken, before his parents started fighting on a regular basis, before the idyll he believed he grew up in was disillusioned forever, had he ever been so happy.  He’s tried to keep his exuberance to a minimum, but most of the time he’s just bursting with joy and he unable hide his delighted smile each morning he greets his partner.  She’s warned him a few times, rather half-heartedly if he does say so himself, to tone it down or he’ll give them away before they’re ready to face the world as a couple, and he tries to put a lid on it while they’re at work, he really does, but it’s hard.

He’d expected that in opposition to his pure glee, Scully might amp up her usual stoicism, but she’s actually softened a bit.  She doesn’t chastise him nearly as much as she normally would when he makes off color jokes or tries to be funny.  She actually looks at him with amusement.  Her eye rolling is minimal.

This week though, something is off.  She’s expressionless most of the time, doesn’t smile or groan.  She’s been quieter.  Granted, they’ve spent most of the week in the field, he doing interviews, Scully conducting autopsies, but after hours, when they wasted the taxpayer’s dollar on two motel rooms, she claimed exhaustion all three nights and curled up into a little ball and fell asleep as though he wasn’t there.  And despite this new and blossoming relationship they’re forming, the handful of times he’s asked if everything is alright, she tells him she’s fine, which has always been Scully-speak for ‘not fine, but leave me alone.’

He waits until the case is over and they’re back at home to force the issue.  He’s been feeling a mixture of concern, annoyance, and hurt feelings by her resistance to talk to him.  He doesn’t expect miracles by any means, that overnight a switch would be flicked and with sex would come easy communication, but he had hoped that she would be willing to share her feelings a little more.

“Will I be calling Wong’s or House of Hunan?” he asks, as they prepare to close up the office for the evening.  

“Oh,” she says, pausing as she zips up her laptop inside her carrier.  “Um.”

“Or not.”  He loosens the knot in his tie and kicks his chair under his desk.  

“I just hadn’t thought about it.  I’m not actually that hungry.”

Mulder frowns and feels the pull of his brows forming a divot in his forehead.  The food is beside the point.  It’s code for ‘your place or mine?’  Wong’s is up the street from his apartment, House of Hunan is on the way to hers.

“You skipped lunch,” he points out.

“Did I?”

“Is everything alri-”

“House of Hunan,” she interrupts, slinging her laptop case over her shoulder.  “If you don’t mind picking it up, I can call it in on the way home.”

“I don’t mind.”  He shakes his head and stares at her intently, but she isn’t looking at him, she’s looking everywhere but him as she collects her things to head out.

He walks her to the elevator as usual, with his hand placed gently at the small of her back, sneaking glances at her all the while, but she doesn’t turn towards him.  In the parking garage, he sees her to her car and she meets his eyes for the first time as he holds the door open for her and she slips inside.

“Drive safe,” he murmurs.

“I will.”

She pulls the door closed and he follows behind the taillights to his own car as she slowly drives away.  The drive will take under an hour, even with the stop to pick up the food, but he takes his time to give her a bit of space and to figure out how he’s going to confront her about her uncharacteristic demeanor this week.

She’s had time to change into jeans and a sweater, and he’s glad she’s gotten comfortable.  There’s a bottle of wine on the table too when he lets himself in and he takes that as a good sign.  He sets the bag of take-out down before he shucks his jacket and unlaces his shoes to put them by the door.  He took his tie off in the car and already unbuttoned the top button of his dress shirt.  He’s rolling up his shirtsleeves when she passes by on her way to the table and he stops her with a bump to the hip.

“Hey,” he says.

She gives him a brief smile and a pat on the chest before she lifts on tiptoes and quickly kisses him on the mouth.  He leans down to chase her lips, but she ducks away and rifles through the bag of takeout.

“Smells good,” he says.

“It’s the pineapple chicken.”

“I was talking about you, actually.”  He sidles up behind her and drapes himself over her back, slipping his hands up under her sweater.  She tilts her head a little and he nips at her neck as he squeezes her breasts softly.  When he looks down he can see the outline of his knuckles through her thin sweater.

“Thought you were hungry,” she says.

He nuzzles her neck.  “Mmhm.”

“The chicken will get cold.”

He relaxes his hands and let’s them slide down her ribs to her hips, but he doesn’t let go of her, just changes his hold.  “What’s wrong?” he whispers into her hair.

“Nothing.”

“Scully.  Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Promise?”

She sighs and rests her hands against his arms.  “Can’t you let it go?”

“Have you ever known me to let anything go?”

She turns suddenly in his arms, startling him, and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss.  He’s lost in it almost immediately, even though he knows she’s deflecting and he should stop.  She feels so good though, her body pressed tight to his, legs shifting against his thighs.

Before he knows it, she’s got his belt undone and she’s pulling handfuls of his shirt towards her as she backs into the table.  She wiggles up onto the flat surface and draws him in with her legs hooked over his hips.  She lays back and he follows, but not completely.  He stops short above her, breaks their kiss and braces his hand by her head to look down at her.

“Let it go,” she whispers, blue eyes glistening brightly.

“I can’t do that, Scully.  Not now.”

She grows limp under him and looks away.  When she blinks a tear rolls down her cheek she quickly reaches up to brush it away.  She swallows once and then turns her head again to look up at him.

“If the in vitro had worked, I would be due right around now,” she says.

It feels like his heart drops out of his chest and his stomach twists into knots.  He straightens, finding it hard to breathe as he’s crouched over.  Scully lowers her legs from his hips and stares at the ceiling.

“That’s not nothing,” he says.  “It’s definitely something.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t…of course it…Scully…”

She bites her bottom lip and lowers her eyes.  He pulls her up and into his arms and holds her as tight as he can.  He can feel her heart thumping swiftly against his chest or maybe it’s his, or they’re the same.  Her fingers are curled against his shoulders like she’s trying to get a grip on him, but can’t.

“Don’t dwell on it,” she says, but her voice is pinched and strained and he knows she’s not trying to convince him, she’s trying to convince herself.

“I’ll find a way.  If it’s what you want, Scully, I’ll find a way.”

There is a heavy silence that follows, one in which the sound of their harsh breathing is amplified and seems to grow louder and louder in Mulder’s ears.  He buries his face in Scully’s hair.

“What about what you want?” she whispers.

“Mostly I just want world peace and to make you happy.  And I’m not being glib, that’s really all I want.”

“I believe you.”  She sighs against him and tilts her head up so her face rests against his neck.  “I don’t know if it’s a baby that I want, Mulder, it’s the reminder of what they took from me that really does it.”

“I wish I could-”

“I know.  I know you do.”

Mulder bites his lip and tries not to cry.  He hadn’t felt the loss of what they never had until this moment and he doesn’t know how she bore it nine months ago.  She had to be even stronger than he ever realized.

“I’m not giving up on a miracle though,” she says.  “I can’t.  I won’t.”

He waits until the knot in his throat is swallowed down to answer.  “Then maybe there’s hope.”

The End

[waltrp]

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Here is the list of M!A’s for tonight magic anon. Of course they’re all disney themed. As promised only the pure bean magi anons are under the list. (no hans located anywhere) The night of fun will begin at 7 pm CST and will end at midnight.

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ALADDIN: Muse pretends to be someone they aren’t for two hours. ALICE: Muse delusional and sees things that aren’t really there for one hour. ANNA: Muse falls in love with the first person they see for an hour. ARIEL: Muse loses their voice for one hour. BASHFUL: Muse becomes extremely bashful and tongue tied for one hour. BELLE: Muse acts like their favorite storybook character for one hour. BIMBETTE: Muse becomes obsessed with someone of anon’s choice for three hours. BOO: Muse turns into a five year old for one day. CAPTAIN HOOK: Muse thinks he/she is a pirate for one hour. CATERPILLAR: Muse is high for one hour. CHARMING: Muse is obsessed with everyone’s feet for an hour. CHESHIRE CAT: Muse cannot stop grinning or speaking in riddles for one hour. CINDERELLA: Muse keeps running away from the ones they love for one hour. COGSWORTH: Muse becomes obsessed with furniture for thirty minutes. DOPEY: Muse loses all intelligence for thirty minutes. DORY: Muse suffers from short term memory loss for thirty minutes. DUKE OF WEASEL TOWN: Muse keeps accusing people of witchcraft for thirty minutes. DUMBO: Muse has abnormally large ears for fifteen minutes. EEYORE: Must act super depressed for thirty minutes. ELLIE: Muse must do the craziest things on a whim for one hour. ELSA: Muse is isolated from the ones they love for three hours. FAIRY GODMOTHER: Muse turns into their original form for three days. FLYNN RIDER: Muse takes the name of the person they wish they could be for an hour. GASTON: Muse becomes obsessed with themselves for two hours. GENIE: Muse has three wishes granted! JASMINE: Muse does the opposite of what is asked of them for an hour. JAMES SULLIVAN: Muse inherits a child for one week. KRISTOFF: Muse is obsessed with ice for thirty minutes. LADY: Muse acts like a proper lady/gentleman for one hour. LI SHANG: Muse changes sexuality for one hour. LUMIERE: Muse can’t stop wooing people for an hour. MAD HATTER: Muse becomes insane for thirty minutes. MALIFICENT: Muse turns into a dragon for an hour. MEEKO: Muse is extremely hungry no matter how much they eat for one hour. MIKE WAZOWSKI: Muse makes a joke out of everything for one hour. MILO THATCH: Muse is incredibly intelligent and can’t stop shouting random facts for one hour. MULAN: Muse switches gender for three hours. MUSHU: Muse thinks they’re a dragon for an hour. NAVEEN: Muse must kiss someone in one hour or will turn into a frog for three days. NEMO: Muse gets lost for thirty minutes. OLAF: Muse must stay cold for thirty minutes or they will melt! OOGIE: Character becomes obsessed with bugs and other creepy things for two hours. PETER PAN: Muse acts like a child for one hour. PHILLIP: Muse feels the need to kiss everyone for an hour. PINOCCHIO: Muse can’t stop lying for one hour. POCAHONTAS: Your muse can speak with nature…but no one else can speak to nature. RAPUNZEL: Muse gets locked in their dorm for a day! (Until a handsome stranger is brought by fate/destiny/horse) SEBASTIAN: Muse constantly pesters the person they care about most for thirty minutes. SNOW WHITE: Muse must kiss someone that they love before one hour or they will sleep for one day. SVEN: Muse is obsessed with carrots for thirty minutes! TARZAN: Muse thinks they are a monkey and want to climb everything for one hour. TIANA: Must kiss the person they hate or will become magically attached to them for three days. TINKERBELL: Muse is incredibly jealous of someone of anon’s choice for two hours. TRAMP: Muse runs away from all responsibilities for an hour.. TROLLS: Muse insists they are a love expert and tries to play cupid for two hours. WALT: Muse can hear the Mun’s voice like an angel (or devil) on their shoulder for a day. WHITE RABBIT: Muse becomes very anxious about everything for one hour.

[sonchiildren]

"T-This is...going to take some getting use to right now."

[sonchiildren]

"If anyone needs some snacks, I just finished making some melonpan and yokan. I'm just about to finish up the batch of yaki mochi next."

[sonchiildren]

"I think I'm feeling a little better today with this..."

[sonchiildren]

"I wonder if Goku would mind if I borrow some of his clothes right now?"