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local university sweetheart invites you to watch his band's practice trying to impress you but little did he know there's no need to try

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Send ϟ and my muse will tell yours about one of their scars!

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The longing to be destroyed, I think, is also a longing for resolution; for certainty, at the expense of transient flesh.

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Big fan of characters realizing they don't get to die. They have to live. And grow. And be a person. And deal with shit they thought they'd never have to. And be fucked up about it. I would like more of this. Enough dying for honor or as redemption. It ain't. You're just a corpse. There is no moral value in dirt time.

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Give me the strength to face the wrong that I have done Now that I know the darkest side of me

Jesus Christ I struggled so much with this one. There's still so many things that I'm not happy about and that definitely could have been done better, but I will accept this is the best I can do for now and move on. At least, I could learn a lot about what works best for me in the drawing process.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 . ( a collection of lyric - based prompts based on hozier's album . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

i'm holding my world together with a bootstring .

i would do it again if i could hold you for a minute .

my life was a storm since i was born , how could i fear any hurricane ?

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i .

i miss when we did not need much .

we didn't get it right , but we did our best .

when people say that something is forever , either way it ends .

i have never known a silence like the one fallen here .

there's money to be made , whatever is still to come .

i don't want to be anything like this at all .

there are some things that nobody teaches you .

we can celebrate the good that we've done .

if there was anyone to get through this life with their heart in tact , they didn't do it right .

all i needed was someone .

you only feel it when it's lost .

the awful things we do to make our heads feel quiet .

you may never know your fortune .

so far from home to have a stranger call you 'darling' .

i'm a butchered tongue still singing here above the ground .

if i was a riptide , i wouldn't take you out .

knowing that everything ends won't change our plan .

i feel lighter than i have in so much time .

i don't know how the feeling ended .

i know we want this to go easy by being somebody's fault .

how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me ?

if i said that this was drowning , you'd tell me i'm walking on water .

who wants to live forever , babe ?

old and young are welcome to the meal .

how can something be so much heavier but so much less than what it seems ?

we had nowhere to go and every desire to go there .

if i fall , i only pray , don't fall away from me .

all our weight is just a burden offered to us by the world .

getting through still has a cost .

so much of our life is just carving through the dark .

after this i'm never gonna be the same .

some part of me must have died the first time you called me 'baby' .

are there limits to emptiness ?

i wish i was the sunlight , just sitting on the mississippi .

if you need to , darling , lean your weight onto me .

you can't buy this fineness .

some part of me must have come alive the first time you called me 'baby' .

the future's so bright it's burning .

i would do anything just to run away .

i heard once , it's the comforts that make us feel numb .

darkness always finds you , either way .

i know being reckless and young isn't how the damage gets done .

i haven't felt it since then .

i do not have wings , love , and i never will .

one time we would want for nothing , we knew what our love was worth .

i think i'll take my whiskey neat .

i'd still be surprised i could find you , in any life .

i don't need to know where we begin and end .

my name always hits my ears as such an awful sound .

i'm taking no orders , i'm gonna be nobody's soldier .

living the dream , benzos and gasoline .

i wish i could go along , don't get me wrong .

do you think i'd give up ?

i'm infinitely suffering , but fighting it off like all creation .

if you're drunk on life , babe , that's great .

what good would it be on the far side of things ?

i aim low , i aim true and to the ground is where i go .

i wouldn't sell the world , i would hold on for all its worth .

choose between being a butcher and a pauper .

i feel as useful as dirt .

it's the sound of it that brings me here .

when was the last time ?

i want to fade away with you .

whatever keeps you around , it keeps you around .

funny how true colors shine in darkness and secrecy .

when i was younger , i used to guess if there were limits to emptiness .

you know i'm good on my own .

one bright morning changes all things .

i'm sick to my skin , watching the news again .

how could you think i'd scare so easily ?

now that it's done , there's not one thing i would change .

would all things god allows remain above ground ?

i'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you .

you treat your mouth like it's heaven's gate .

could this be how every day begins ?

i can scarce believe what i'm believing in .

whatever you choose , you lose in the long run .

your reflection can't offer a word to the bliss of not knowing yourself .

the goal i was aiming for was the wrong one .

you're too sweet for me .

your heart , love , has such darkness .

let the sun only shine on me through a falling sky .

i don't wanna choose between being a salesman and a soldier .

how do you sleep so well ?

i wouldn't sell the world for all the gold and sterling .

the street is for the laughter of young women and men .

you can keep a dream in your mind only to find out it's the hope that's killing you .

each time i'm shocked by the light .

july is still coming , just knowing that gets me through .

maybe i have yet to venture out and see the places i dream about .

no closer could i be to god .

what you live in , it finds a way to live in you .

i want to be so far away from sight and mind .

you know the distance made no difference to me .

i thought you were like an angel to me .

i'd move so fast that i'd outpace the dawn .

all my love and terror balanced there between those two eyes .

i'm still glad i met you .

that moment i knew , i had no choice but to love you .

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bless ceres... that was so fun.

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JELLAL FERNANDES IS STARTING TO REGRET the insistence with which he told his guildmates that he would check things out on his own. But the timing had been less than ideal for them ; Meredy had been injured ━ and he could see how hesitation was tearing Ultear A P A R T :

To accompany him and check upon the disturbance nearby - or to tend to the wounds of her foster daughter ?

He had made the decision on the Time Mage's behalf. Take care of her, I can do this. This isn't the biggest guild we've trailed. I won't fight them on my own. Just some scouting, he'd said.

It'll be fine, he'd said━

Wrong. Wrong wrong WRONG WRONG ⌠ W R O N G ⌡ .

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It is a spectacle of blood & gore unlike which he has ever laid eyes upon. Carmine paints the walls, the floor, what remains of the wooden furniture. Bodies lay astray on every surface ━ few in a state where they can be recognized, and even fewer with every part still attached.

He has crossed path with Death many time throughout his life ━ was very well acquainted with it especially throughout his childhood, in ways that still haunted his memories. He has yearned for Death too ; has only recently walked away from its seductive pull, slowing finding a purpose beyond aimlessly wandering && remembering. But Death had never been as violent ;

It had never been anything QUITE LIKE THIS.

He stares at the head at his feet ; it looks back at him with empty sockets. Strings of muscles and skin hang from the jagged severance of its neck, & from context clues ━ the blood caking the scalp as well as the clumps of hair cluttering the floor tiles ━ his imagination fills in the gaps ; ( definitely AGAINST his wishes. )

There's a foul taste in his mouth. He takes a step back ; right onto a very, very OLD wooden floor plank.

━━━━━━━━ CREAK !

The THING whips around, and their eyes meet ; and then the THING is before him, licking blood off its elongated claws.

&& Jellal is holding her gaze the best he can, but his heart THUNDERS in his chest like it never has before.

When you see a bear, Meredy had said - with far too much wisdom for a scenario considering her young age - Stay calm. Slowly back away, while always keeping it within your sight. And do not turn your back to it under any circumstances.

His brain is going at a speed only his Meteor spell can match. Meteor ━ that would be his best bet if attacked, despite running being ill-advised. Still, he tries to spot as many escapes as he can without taking his eyes off IT. He does not know how his magic would fare against the creature. He would rather not find out.

She speaks. Her voice reminds him of purple smoke, of whispered suggestions && promises of FREEDOM - of pointed nails sinking into his shoulders, of an evil thing CRAWLING inside his p u p i l . It takes EVERYTHING from him to not let the panic of the prey seize his mind ; he shoves it down as much as humanly possible, knowing that his life depends on it.

Her words ━ She must think him a member. He does not know how much that matters to her. He hopes it does.

"You are mistaken. These aren't my companions." He utters his response slowly, calmly ━ but it feels heavy on his tongue.

--because my prayers were answered~

DEAD SILENCE.

It was familiar company while She hunted. A reprieve from the earlier noise of hours ago, before her hunt began, before She unleashed her righteous fury upon these pathetic despots and villains' hiding in the shadowy outskirts of an unknown town.

--the memory of the Dark Guild. Sounds coming from wide open doors, arrogant, boisterous noise emitting from irritating rabble of men and demons that unheedingly ate and drank and continued existing without care, without consequence to their misdeeds. They thought themselves above reproach. They thought themselves untouched by justice. Yet when Carmen walked past their threshold as a human, they did not know who wandered into their midst. They had assumed she was lost. A pretty, wandering vagabond.

Easy prey.

"I don't have any money, but I'm a singer...perhaps I can be your entertainment, if you let me stay the night..."

Sneers that dismissed her silhouette, but they agreed. Oh yes, they agreed to her proposal, eager eyes raking down her form, making venereal gestures of what they would like as 'entertainment'. Carmen allowed their blatant disrespect. It wouldn't matter. She would take her penitence from them. She passed tables and benches, ignoring their calls as she wandered towards the stage. And oh, they were so kind to give her the platform to their execution. She only needed Carmen to say the words. Evoke The Lyricist.

"Song of Tragedy," The Siren sang. "MELPOMENE!"

And begin.

--

There was one cowering in a corner. A sniveling, wretched thing that already wet himself in fear. 'Carmen' had retreated inside herself, a space untouched to all but her. The Demon Within peeled back Carmen's lips, teeth stained with congealed blood and viscera, her jaw covered in the gore of it's brethren. A friend perhaps. A lover perhaps. It didn't matter. Their life didn't matter. They chose this path. And now She will collect her pound of flesh. She could swear this little thing was begging for it's life. Pleading for mercy. Mercy? Her mouth stretched just a little wider, a thick clot oozing past her sharp teeth, plopping loudly like a gunshot on the floor.

❛Good.❜ The Demon Within said. ❛Fear makes the meat sweeter.❜ Their begging was starting to ring in her head. Irritating thing. Between one last pathetic drawn breath and the next, She disappears-- then nothing. Elongated fingers slide past the sternum, breaking easily, yielding to her uncanny strength before seizing her prize and ripping out their heart. So hot. Her mouth begins to open, jaw widening, wider, a maw of teeth and void of red, streams of blood dripping a mess inside, past her jaw and throat--

A knock breaks the silence, and She goes still. Black sclera and amber iris flicker towards the entrance of the hollow Dark Guild, to a lone shadowed figure. The heart rolls carelessly from her hand, landing with a satisfying splat. Whoever interrupted Her meal might make an attractive offering.

A blink, and suddenly she stands before the figure. Unbothered, She proceeds to clean the blood from her claws, her eyes locked unblinking on their form, before she cocks her head to the side. Then, she smiles.

❝...your friends are dead...are @sinshckled next?❞

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jellal: whew that was close, I sure hope no one will find us here

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you can run from the law, but apparently you can never hide from spam mail.

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you can run from the law, but apparently you can never hide from spam mail.

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“  yeah i’m pissed off but i’d rather not talk about it.  that’s why you’re the one i came to.  ” // Erik

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It gets a smile out of him.

Jellal doesn't necessarily consider himself prime material for a guild master ; if anything, he had been rather satisfied with the approach Ultear, Meredy and him had taken, a ragtag bunch lead not by an individual but by a common mission. Unfortunately, with the choking emptiness of Ultear's absence and the addition of new members, such a system isn't as ideal as it used to be ; taking the reins was what felt appropriate for the time being.

He does pride himself on the approach he ended up taking with the ex-Oracion Seis as they joined their ranks. His leadership style is one of guidance more than it is one of control ━ and while he may ask for efficiency and cooperation during travel, chores & missions, the Heavenly Body mage is more than happy to let them do & act however they want.

And most importantly : he does not force interaction. He is far more than aware of the history he shares with his fellow former prisoners, and the friction it occasionally brings. Jellal may be very keen on helping them find then walk the path of redemption & healing, but above all he prioritizes their freedom to choose where to go ━ never pushing further than allowed.

━━━━━━ && In such moments, where they come to him on their own volution, he sees his choices bearing fruits.

"Happy to provide a place of quiet and relaxation", he replies, amused by the grumbles of the Dragon Slayer. He doesn't even look up from the vegetable he's cutting... although he does hint to the other, through a few subtle actions ( & thoughts ), that 'he is more than welcome to help with the dinner preparations if in need to clear his mind.'

But ━ of course, only if he wants to.

✔ ― ACCEPTING

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He knows she's making fun of him, at least to an extent. The innocence and simplicity of childhood ( however troubled it had been ) ― it's all so far away from them now. Looking back, it feels silly ; he glances away and clears his throat, but the memory still brings a tint of red to the tip of his ears.

But it's subtle, and he can still play it nonchalant. "Worth considering for a future undercover mission, I suppose..."

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if i start thinking too hard about erza keeping "scarlet" as a last name despite the negative (and frankly, traumatic) associations it comes with i start taking poison damage like a minecraft villager

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love j.erza down but i think its biggest enemy is the sanitization of its dynamic. they r meant to be messy !!!!!!!!!!!!! stop saying he's her knight in shining armor that's her emotionally unavailable situationship

the best part of the ship, to me, is that it's objectively a better idea to move on, and they are, kind of. they're trying. but they keep being pulled back to each other and their hearts are filthy traitors. they WILL have to put in the work to reach a healthy relationship and it'll only be harder if the result is a romantic one.

not every jellal and erza muse ( & mun ) is up for it and that's perfectly normal / understandable bc again - why not just move on ? why me ? what's so special and important about me, about us, that makes it worth fighting for ?

but i think that's exactly why it gets to me. because there's nothing more romantic and beautiful to me than choosing you. over and over again, despite it all. than taking these steps toward healing together.

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while writing my reply to quinn yesterday i kept thinking about jellal holding up random items from erza's luggages and asking her "does THIS spark joy"

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The Heavenly Body mage bites the inside of his cheek, unsure how to proceed ; after all - he is very much aware of her... strong-willed reputation, and wants least of all to question her judgement.

━━━━━ . . . But he has to.

"The content of the luggage in itself isn't a problem - I trust you completely."

"However, our current nomadic lifestyle requires us to travel as lightly and subtly-" [ he puts emphasis on that word while maintening strong eye contact ] "-as possible. We may need to travel through a few towns, and certain situations require us to pack and leave camp in a matter of minutes, sometimes while leaving things behind. I understand wanting to keep hold of your belongings..."

he pauses for a few seconds, hazel eyes giving the MOUNTAIN of luggage a once-over before resuming. "... and so, I am willing to let you bring a cart, but this one is far too large. Additionally, the cumulative height of the vehicle and its content should not exceed five feet."

ERZA IS UNBOTHERED AS SHE meets Jellal's gaze.

        She follows him as he holds her arm and steers her to the side, away from the pile of luggages, her brow arching in curiosity. What's the matter? Listening to him when he addresses his concern, she has the answer to that question.

        ❝This won't draw any attention. I've traveled with all these luggages,❞ she answers casually. ❝It has everything I—we—need. In case there's any inspection for the luggages, everything inside is harmless.❞

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another update !!!!!!!! i redesigned my jellal mom, najila....... love of my life. if u want to know more abt her i've got a post uhhhh HERE

turns out she's still alive <3