#belsimu

[verticordiia]

"i’m pretty good at secrets."

and sherry  was  longing for someone to confide in, but she could not. she was not allowed to tell  anyone  why she was putting up with ren and the disrespect, she had to watch the reputation she had built for herself be ruined a little more with every headline that painted her as the stupid, doe-eyed girl who loved someone too much to break up despite having every reason to do so. it was — tough, but she was clinging to how in the end, she would have the last laugh. as far as consolation went, this was fairly weak, but she knew the other options and she knew that they were not  really  options for her.

( she had a pretty good idea how fast the council would be to open the cases against her and the others up again if she stepped out of line. )

‘‘ i know, ’’ she said lightly as she patted the other’s shoulder. she loved jenny, she truly did, and this was perhaps the purest thing to come out of this mess. but because she loved the blonde, she could not let the secrets she was keeping tucked away in her chest spill over. sometimes, love was  not  telling someone else everything. ‘‘ but there are things i can’t talk about, not even with you. guild secrets and the like. ’’ 

meme / accepting

[coeurspire]

excited was one word for the bubbling feeling that kept popping in her stomach as she rocked on her heels, waiting for sherry to answer the door. It'd taken a lot of careful coordination with lyon to keep her visit a surprise. While the suitcase at her side was almost entirely stocked with gifts, jenny knew sherry would appreciate her presence the most among them. when the door swung open, jenny extended her arms, an almost comical grin overtaking her face. "Surprise! Happy birthday, Sherry!"

ah, so this was why lyon had insisted on taking the twins for a walk alone while she took a short nap. her husband could be cunning when it came to plotting surprised for her, and her best friend was surely not a good influence on him. not that she minded, she decided as she flung herself at jenny, wrapping her arms tightly around her best friend. though frankly — jenny was so much more than this, was a sister in all but blood.

‘‘ jenny! ’’ sherry’s voice was almost an inhuman screech as she rooted her feet firmly against the ground and almost lifted the blonde off the ground in her enthusiasm. there were times, now and then, when she could almost be compared to an overexcited labrador; she had almost knocked jura off his feet a few weeks ago, though that had almost certainly been because he had not expected that she would lunge had him like that.

calming herself and brushing back bright pink strands that had come undone, she beamed at jenny. ‘‘ i’m so glad to see you, ’’ she said, her voice closer to an excited chatter than it had come in a while. ‘‘ i didn’t think i’d see you today, but i hoped i would — you are staying for dinner, right? the twins grow so much right now, you can almost  see  them grow. ’’

[lamiacrowned]

"official l maid of honor business," jenny announced, as she pushed through the crowd of ink thirsty press, trying to pry a statement from lyon that they could scavenge another story on. though she may not recognize their faces, she could recognize the sharp angles in their questions. weddings were nice, but weddings with fictitious drama sold issues. placing a gentle hand on lyon's shoulder, she smiled fake & pretty at the crowd, "sorry to cut this short, but I need to steal him."

lyon hatedhatedhated the press. he was a private person as well as someone who spoke carefully and neither of these things made him equipped for the press.they always twisted what everyone would say and if he thought there wouldn’t be consequences, he would freeze the ground, making them all trip on their own faces, ruin their microphones and cameras and he could make his escape. 

he was doubly annoyed because this was an impromptu attack. he was attempting on getting some light shopping done, a noble concept, and well. he was fairy well known. and having shocking white hair helped none.

a savior came through the crowd and lyon had to thank whatever deity out there (if there was one) because his savior placed a hand on his shoulder to direct him away from the bloodthirsty press. relief flooded his system at once. before, he barley knew the woman but ever since he became sherry’s boyfriend, he got to know her and honestly? he liked her. she was a good friend to sherry and that made her good in his mind.

“thank you for the save.” lyon breathed out once they were away. he tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace as he told her, “they kept asking me about your guildmate, rin and about juvia. as if they have anything to do with the wedding.” he scoffed. “never mind that--but seriously, thank you.”

[hundrednxght-blog]

★ Jenny Realight Aesthetic for @belsimu

WHO runs The World?                      GIRLS.

[coruscatiio]

what kind of soul are you ?

you are a hunter soul

you are driven and ambitious - totally self motivated to succeed. actively working to achieve what you want, you are skillful in many areas. you are a natural predator with strong instincts ... and more than a little demanding. you are creative, energetic, and an extremely powerful force. an outdoors person, you like animals and relate to them better than people. you tend to have an explosive personality, but you also have a good sense of humor. people sometimes see you as arrogant or a know it all. you tend to be a bit of a loner, though you hate to be alone. souls you are most compatible with:

seeker soul

peacemaker soul

tagged by: @chaoticor​ tagging: @vasutia​, @belsimu​, @borealiis​, @reivun​ and since we all know how i am --- @enthusiastiics​

[hiemaliis-archived-blog]

" I just..." she paused, drawing in a short break. The words leaving her lips shake, "I don't know how to do this? I don't know how to do this without her, Fay. I don't think I can." ( hunter verse angst )

the other did not speak right away. 

she had been only human, once, and though the memories of these simpler days had faded, the pain that had announced the end of this life was etched deep into the brain, into the data base — whatever. there had been a girl, once, before there had been a digital shadow, a girl that had died too many deaths —— the final one when someone else’s heart had stopped forever.

❛ i know, ❜ she finally said, regretting that she had traded her actual vocal chords for a pathetic imitation, regretting the ABSENCE OF WARMTH in her voice.

and it was true.

she did know what it was like to lose the own partner — and she had not even seen it coming. the shapeshifter had always said that she was fine, her health had always been fragile but stagnant — and yet, she had collapsed within an hour. a heart attack, another life lost. fay hunter’s heart had stopped mere hours after freya rosen’s, and that had been hardly a coincidence, but the former lived on as a haze of digits, having cables for veins while the latter was lost forever.

❛ and i don’t know what to tell you, how to … how to do this without her, ❜ the once-human admitted, ghostly hands reaching for the succubus. ❛ i don’t know what i’m doing without freya, either, truth be told. but … i keep trying, i want to figure out … i want to make all of this, all of their pain … worth it. ❜

she did not say that jenny had been lucky because she had seen the end coming. she had not tried to wake up her partner, assuming that the other had just fallen asleep — only to realise that one sixth of their team had fallen into the kind of sleep that would never end. she did not say that jenny had been lucky because the one who had been fay hunter, once, did not think that luck was something that existed, that was real.

❛ and sometimes, all we can do is try. ❜

[verticordiia]

at heart, sherry was a career mage. it was perhaps not what most would think when they only saw her surface, but she had not become one of lamia scale's  best  mages by placing her hands in her lap. she enjoyed her work, just like she enjoyed being  good  at what she did. but --- that was lamia scale and right now, they were in blue pegasus where the rules were different. they played a very different game, but it was a game she had no interest in playing. she preferred the bluntness in her guild over the subtle backstabbing in blue pegasus, and she wondered how  anyone  could be happy here.

she swallowed down her questions before she shrugged slowly. ‘‘ it honestly depends, ’’ she said as she tapped her fingernails against the request board. ‘‘ do i need money, do i have the time to leave the country . . . sometimes, i check if there are any solo quests that have been up for over a month and get that done; i don't like the idea of anyone having to wait for help longer than necessary just because they cannot offer a reward that's too good to pass up. ’’

and then, there were the quests her guild master sent her on. they usually took priority over everything else she might have considered because ooba-sama only directly assigned quests to her mages when it was a necessity.

turning towards jenny, she kept her finger on the board. ‘‘ if this was my guild, i'd ask for this quest --- the reward may not look like much, but i'd be tempted to kill to get my hands on this book, especially in this edition, ’’ she said as she ran her free hand through her hair. along the years  ( and with jura's assistance )  she had developed a keen eye for what rewards were worth more than money and this, this was such a case.

@belsimu​, continued from here

[coeurspire]

Jenny was staring hard at the magazine in her hand, blue eyes pooling. It wasn't a surprise, not really. She was getting older, there were lines on her face where there hadn't been, and weight was getting harder to keep off. She'd come all the way to Sherry's before looking at the results of the popularity rankings because she knew what she'd see. Jenny Realight. #4. “Popular," she muttered, a bitter edge to her voice. "I know about popular. It doesn't last.”

this was the — madness of their life, of their reality. sherry’s lips formed a tight line as she rested her hand against her best friend’s arm. she did not yet know what she was supposed to say — for her, these lists had never held any meaning, but she knew that the same could not be said for her best friend, just like she knew that to belittle the list might mean to belittle how jenny felt about this, too.

and sherry was not the kind of person who would belittle a friend’s pain. for jenny who was not just a mage but also a model, these lists had a different importance. and this was alright, even if sherry wished for jenny to  not  care right now. under different circumstances, she might have said that to be popular, one had to appeal to the masses. it was something sherry had never seen much of a point in, but it was also something jenny had built a career on, thus making this remark … unsuited to say the least.

“ jenny, ” she said quietly as she pulled the magazine from her best friend’s grasp and closed it, not even glancing at the page. she did not need to know who was currently hailed the mage most wanted as their girlfriend. for her, the list was a joke — it was a beauty contest, making the whole part about the winner being a mage even more pointless. personality or any other trait never quite factored in, making it all too likely that some pretty young face she had never heard about in the context of  actual mage work  had taken the crown.

she might have cared, a little, if the winners were mages who were actually relevant members of their guild. jenny had been — had been  more  than just a pretty face, had been a competent mage, too. of course, that had never been why she had won, even though it should have been — her magic had always been a point of fascination for sherry.

“ jenny, ” she said again as she dropped the magazines beside her on the couch, struggling a little to move, to wrap her arm around her friend’s shoulders to pull her close. heavens above, she  was  getting impatient to be able to move again. well, soon. “ no matter what happens, you will  always  be my number one. popularity is one thing, but the opinions of people who don’t know you … they don’t define you. you define yourself. and as far as i am concerned, you’re still the mage  i  would like to have as my girlfriend. ”

[coeurspire]

Jenny didn't have much money, and what she did have she'd spent making herself look like she did have money. But Sting, well, he had the credit card of rich adoptive parents that equated money to love that he handed over easily. Watching Sherry pick her gift up from under the tree, Jenny shifted nervously. For Sherry, Jenny had ended up with a butterfly-shaped silver hair piece, a pretty lipstick, and a cute handbag to replace the one destroyed in The March Incident.

earlier, eva had banished sherry from the kitchen, citing that her general bounciness was a safety hazard. while this had made her roll her eyes at the time as she had only wanted to help, it had still not really ceased. christmas was just a holiday that she enjoyed a lot, especially when she got to spend it with the people she loved most. by now, she was part of a mess of limbs as the three of them — jenny, sting and her — were all sitting on a chair that was made for either one person of jura’s size or one and a half people of eva’s size. it was however not meant for three teenagers.

after retrieving the present she had gotten from jenny, she settled down on the floor, leaning her back against jenny’s legs. compared to sting’s gift, this had been wrapped much nicer and the bow opened at the slightest pull.

inside, there was a gorgeous hair piece, shaped like a butterfly. sherry picked it up carefully before looking over her shoulder and throwing jenny a grateful smile. “ it’s so pretty … i think it’ll match the dress eva got me, don’t you think? ” she asked, though she was not sure who was supposed to answer. maybe eva, maybe jenny. probably not jura, though he ended up being the one who nodded sagely and muttered an agreement.

( it was surely not a first. )

unwrapping the next present, sherry had to grin. this, she should probably have seen coming; jenny had been weirdly insistent that she should not buy a new handbag the last time they had been shopping and the march incident had been brought up. then, it had made little sense. now, it was crystal clear. the lipstick she found in the third present, she would have to try out in front of a mirror later, but she did not doubt that it would suit her well. jenny had been shopping for makeup alongside her for pretty much as long as sherry had been using it, after all.

turning around, her grin dimmed into a sincere smile. “ jenny? thanks, ” she said softly. “ you’ll get a hug later, alright? ”

[coeurspire]

five times kissed // only if you want to ofc ~

▌█  ❥▐  ’ & MEME. SEND ME FIVE TIMES KISSED FOR FIVE KISSES.

i am so here for this you don’t even know but now you’ll know because after two years, i’ll finally answer this

i.

eva has been the last female friend sherry has had, and she has not seen the element mage since she has left lamia scale to resurrect  ( and kill )  deliora. she is somewhat close to some of the women back at her guild, but — being in zinnia does not feel right, these days, and if another serpent  gushes  about how  amazing  sherry’s cousin is, sherry will have to scream. she does not want to scream. she does not want to be hurt or angry or both all the time. she does not want to be bitter and resentful either, but lamia scale has been her guild, her safe place. it is not a place she wants to see  invaded  by a member of the family who has not wanted her when she has been a child, but sherry strives to be a  better  person than her aunt and this means that she swallows her anger.

she is suppressing a lot of emotions, these days, but she has buried them alive in a too shallow grave. she is angry about this, too, angry that she cannot bury her emotions the way jura buries his — deep enough so that nothing can reach them.

unsurprisingly, it does not take much for her to unravel. she does not think that jenny  means  to push her buttons, but she does. after all — there is only so much that sherry can hold in without  hurting  herself, and she has long exceeded these limits. true to character, the marionette mage does not cry. tears are reserved for genuine tragedies — and piled up frustrations do not  qualify.  instead, everything she has never said bubbles to the surface and spills from her lips, riddled with curses and anger. happy-go-lucky, candy cotton cheerful sherry blendy is a lie, something jenny becomes acutely aware of.

but sherry feels better, feels like she can finally breathe freely again, like she can live without having to push down her feelings every other minute. there is freedom in letting out all the things that drain one’s happiness, something jura has told her a million times, but he is  so good  and her frustrations sometimes seem to petty for her to share them with him. she does not have these reservations when it comes to jenny, someone who seems to  get  how stressful it is to maintain an image.

hours later, sherry leaves behind blue pegasus, but not without offering jenny an open ear because  “ you listened to me, i’ll listen to you if you ever need to rant ”  and pressing a kiss against the visibly confounded woman’s cheek, gratitude radiating from the serpent’s smile.

ii.

sherry is  grateful  that once upon a time, she has been mentored by a grouchy older lamia mage who has never had any patience for the nonsense that all female mages were set up to compete against one another, just because most attention was on their male peers. carolina seafield has long retired, but her wise teachings have stayed with sherry — even though she has sometimes felt like she was letting down her mentor when she has struggled to bond with other female serpents. or well, at least with any snake who was not eva.

what irritates her is that people  ( read: ren )  expect her to be at odds with jenny. she knows that her  stellar  fiance used to date the model, but sherry can barely express how little she cares about this. she would not say it out loud, but some days, she likes jenny better than she likes ren. she does not like it when someone tries to influence her judgement — and this is what ren is trying with his not-so-subtle jabs. sooner or later, she will have to have words with him about this, but for now, she is sitting in the gardens of blue pegasus with jenny and tries not to point out that the flowers she is growing in lamia’s garden are far prettier than these ones. that jura has altered the soil with his magic  definitely  shows, she figures.

once in a while, she questions if she is being nice to jenny because she knows that ren cannot stand it and tries not to think about the way jura has been looking at her the last time ren has come up in conversation. he worries, she knows, and she cannot say anything that would  fix  it, cannot fix it because he is  right:  love should never  allow  for two people to find joy in spiting one another, but this is what this relationship  is,  far too often.

sherry sighs. no, she does not want to think about this. ren’s lack of punctuality is already frustrating enough to deal with. she has managed to be on time despite having to come all the way from zinnia, but he does not manage to do the same despite  living  in this city. though — it is not all that bad, really. jenny is pleasant company and sherry likes to spend time with her. they are perhaps not quite friends yet, but the marionette mage hopes that they are  getting there,  slowly.

ultimately, ren appears — three hours late and visibly  unprepared  — and sherry rises alongside jenny who throws ren a glare, a glare that is every bit as unhappy as sherry feels. this is probably the kind of solidarity others mean when they discuss the beauty of friendship, but sherry would not know for sure. jenny is good  ( probably better than sherry )  at hiding the fact that she is a human being who feels  strongly,  but it is no secret to sherry that she does not mind messing with ren, once in a while. thus, sherry is not  too  surprised when the blonde presses a kiss to her cheek before she slips away, barely managing to hide a smirk.

“ what was that about. ” ren’s voice does  not  sound like a question, sounds like an irritated scoff — and sherry does not care much for being snapped at.

she sighs, again, before she smirks at him. two  can  play a game and he  has  been pushing her to play along, even though she does not care for the game. “ nothing that concerns you, ” she responds before she shrugs off the arm he has thrown around her shoulders and slips into the café he has promised to take her to.

iii.

in the end, her relationship with ren does not last, but her friendship with jenny does. sherry nearly laughs about it, but laughing is a generally bad idea when one has bruised ribs and a broken nose. her last solo mission has not gone entirely as planned, but she has had worse injuries in the past. this is mostly inconvenient because she cannot do her own hair properly and she has always been … particular about her hair. most days, kora stops by in the morning to brush and braid the long curls, but she is on a mission and thus not available. today, however, sherry is not endlessly frustrated by the mess on her head because jenny has stopped by, bringing sweets and a stack of the newest gardening magazines. and because the model is a good friend, she has taken pity and put sherry’s hair into a neat bun before retrieving her own magazine from her bag and finding a spot on sherry’s couch.

sherry enjoys quiet familiarity like this. it is what she misses most desperately when she remembers that jura is slipping out of her grasp, little by little, making her wonder when she has last cradled his soul in her hands and felt safe. it is what she misses when she when the thought of eva sneaks into her brain, when she cannot smother it in time.

( funny — all of fiore associates her with love and no one ever wonders how much heartbreak all her love has brought her. )

right now, it is easy not to think about the people who have left, who are leaving. right now, she is thinking about jenny, about someone who is  staying.  such a strange, foreign thought — nearly everyone is leaving  ( lyon has  left  her, despite confessing )  and yet, someone who does not have to stay is still there, making sherry  nearly  pray that she will stay, that she will not slip away as well.

there is a limit to the hurt she can take, and nothing good has ever come out of her going beyond her limitations.  heartbreak  love is the one thing that can bend her out of shape in a way she cannot recover from so easily. and of course, sherry is no stranger to loving someone dearly, to caring so much that it might very well kill her. as she flips a page in the gardening magazine, she lifts her gaze and  smiles  at how peaceful her friend looks.

half an hour later when she gets up to get tea from the kitchen, she hovers  a little too long  in the door and jenny turns towards her and reaches for her wrist, the most unreadable expression on her face. the moment stretches on — becomes a minute or an hour or the fracture of an eternity. then, jenny sighs softly and lets go, her face less of an enigma as she stands and leaves a mark of  unique  lipstick on sherry’s cheek, just below the bandaid covering her nose.

iv.

on good days, sherry looks in the mirror and sees no one looking back, only sees her own face. on bad days, she looks in the mirror and sees her mother’s face with her father’s eyes, sees nothing but a million missed chances. this, she decides as she turns away from the mirror, is a bad day, a very bad day. sherry  is  her parents’ daughter. a painfully obvious fact, truly, but one that people tend to underestimate because they have never met lily and robert blendy. if they had, they would understand. to be the daughter of two people who are just as great as they are dead is difficult. it means to always chase after something she cannot be, not unless she gives up on magic and dedicates herself to science.

( magic  is  science, for many people, but sherry knows that for the people who have admired her parents, it does not count. it never has, it never will. )

( it doesn’t really count for her either. )

on bad days, all sherry can think of is how  tragic  her parents’ death has been, not just for her. but — the greater scheme of things, the greater good, whatever. and … it feels unfair. they should not have died like this, should not have ended as unfinished stories that will never reach a proper conclusion. instead, they were abandoned projects, ideas no higher being has ever  bothered  to think through to the very end.

this is what she cannot  not  think about when the resemblance is tearing her heart to shreds. this is why her hands are shaking when they should be steady as ever, why she has to put down her makeup brush and reach for the edge of her sink, ever-so-skilled fingers clinging to the porcelain as if it is her last connection to the real world.

“ you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ” jenny’s voice — blunt, blissfully lacking in any saccharine kindness — shakes her out of the thoughts that are threatening to eat her alive once more.

sherry laughs after a  too long  moment of silence as she shakes her head even though she should be nodding. “ maybe, ” she says, only dimly aware that her entire body language makes no sense right now, that she has never been  this  out of it ever before. alright — so maybe it has been even worse than she has been possessed by dark magic, but it does not count. it never does.

next to her, an odd sound escapes jenny’s throat. it sounds — like something is dying in her throat and sherry turns her head, looks away from the ghost in the mirror and towards her friend. the blonde looks — somewhat out of place as she sighs  ( an honest, soul-deep sigh )  before she throws one arm around sherry’s shoulders. “ you’ll be alright, ” she says, a welcome mixture of confidence and comfort swinging between her words. this, too, feels genuine and sherry exhales before she angles her head and presses a quiet kiss against jenny’s cheek. gratitude has seldom felt this helpless.

v.

there have always been downsides to fame. great fortune would always inspire envy and jealousy. it was the price anyone who was  someone  in fiorean society paid for their standing, it was a fact sherry has long accepted. but she cannot deny the  anger  she feels as she sees jenny. the article has been absolutely  vile,  has been cruel, and sherry knows in the depths of her soul that it is harder for her to see jenny hurt than it would have been to deal with the same article, written about her.

“ i’ll stay with you, ” sherry says firmly as she closes the door behind her, slipping out of her high heels and dropping off purse and cape on the nearest chair. she nearly slips on the hardwood floor, but then she sits down next to her friend, reaching for jenny’s hands. because at the end of the day, sherry blendy does not always know what to say, but she knows that sometimes, words are not necessary. and right now, there are feelings that are difficult to wrap into words because it is just too much, too strong in her heart.

she could try, the way she usually would. she enjoys being considered eloquent a little too much, really, but — silence was a language of its own. and while it was no language she has ever mastered, she has known enough people who have. her father, all those years ago. jura, for as long as she has known him. but any words she could find would be too weak and thus untrue — and sherry is many things, but she is no liar.

“ i’ll stay as long as you want me to stay, ” she adds, pulling off one of her gloves and brushing back a strand that has successfully escaped jenny’s elaborate hairdo. how this has been possible, sherry does not really know — she can  sense  the sheer amount of magical hairspray that has been used to fixate this look.

there they are — dressed up to the nines for a party they will not attend, not after this. even if jenny would  want  to still go, sherry does not trust herself to remain calm right now. her anger has always been dark and potent, has always been venom in her mouth — and after nirvana, it has only gotten worse. if someone would test her patience tonight, she would snap. she knows this in her very soul, just like she knows that her soul is not entirely free from the shadow dark magic has cast.

( and if sherry would snap, if she would lose control, everything would be even worse. )

jenny does not answer but her shoulders lose some of their tension as sherry wraps her arms around her and holds her tightly, her eyes dry and steel and fire. she cannot bear to see despair like this, not in a friend, not in someone she loves. but she cannot do anything to fix this, cannot do anything but be  there  and hope that it will be enough.

“ i love you, ” the marionette mage says quietly as she presses a helpless kiss against her friend’s forehead. “ you are the best friend i’ve ever had. but i don’t know how to fix this, no matter how much i want to. ”

“ just… ” jenny sighs, her voice nearly cracking. “ just stay. ”

[coeurspire]

13, 17, and 23 ;)

( 13: what kind of parent they would be.  to the surprise of few, sherry is  a doting, loving parent, despite being both mother and guild master. she does not like being away from her very young children and prefers to take them with her when she has to work, something that thankfully works very well for all parties involved. there are times that she worries that one day, her children could find out what she has been up to when she was a teenager — and having tried to resurrect a demon does not really make for good role model material — but as the twins are still infants, she knows that she still has some time left before she will have to cross that particular bridge. she knows that she will  have  to be honest with them, but at the same time, she dreads the conversation very much. ) —— *

( 17: what they’d sing at karaoke.  sherry is definitely someone who  acts  hesistant and supposedly does not  really  want to sing �� and who then goes on to really get into it once she sings her favourite karaoke song —  super trouper  by abba. or if it has to be a duet: pretty much any song with jura, probably, as they have a lot of experience when it comes to singing together. ) —— *

( 23: what kind of alcohol they drink. as it is common for lamia scale mages, sherry has seen a lot of different places and thus, she has been able to try a lot of local specialities. while some of them were not to her taste, others were. among her favourites are a gin she tasted in bosco, icebergian champagne and, at one occasion, a dessert wine a client had imported from midi. still, she most frequently drinks fiorean red wine. ) —— *

bonus edition, since the meme says to specify a character and you didn’t and i thus randomised my muses:

( 13: what kind of parent they would be + freya.  a much better mother than her own, though being better at parenting than audierna is not exactly difficult. still, freya would try to be very empathetic with her child, take a lot of time to listen to their concerns. i expect she would assume to have an easier time with a daughter than with a son, but then — she has had many positive relationships with her male relatives so it would probably work out well either way. however, there would always be an element of … fearful hesitation to her parenting; there are few things that terrify her as much as becoming her mother, and i can imagine that this would be confusing for a child. ) —— *

( 17: what they’d sing at karaoke + evergreen. as most would expect: she has to be dragged on stage by bixlow. this is not to say that she is a  bad  singer, her hairbrush is often very impressed by her vocal range, but she does not really like to sing in front of others. still, considering that bixlow makes her sing, the first song she sings is always a duet with him  ( he is not getting off the hook that easily, though it is probably not really a punishment in his book )  before she inevitably ends up singing  first day of my  life by bright eyes. ) —— *

( 23: what kind of alcohol they drink + annabelle. though it is often served at festivities, annabelle does not like champagne very much; it makes her drunk too quickly and she prefers to stay mostly sober throughout these kind of events to avoid embarrassing herself  ( and by extension, her family ).  the alcoholic beverage she prefers by far is cider, especially the sweeter, not-as-alcoholic variants; it is not exactly a drink people would associate with the crown princess, but annabelle is almost entirely responsible for the reinstatement of a royal cider producer, a title that had not been given to anyone since queen aline retired to the country side where she, according to some accounts, made her own cider. annabelle was first introduced to the drink during her training days when her roommate shared the bottle she had been sent by her parents with the princess. ) —— *

send me a character and a number, and i’ll tell you my headcanon / accepting

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the trio + neighbourhood verse

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@marvellias asked sherryon ~ or shenny?

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two who are more than they seem to be.

shenny + aesthetic

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a ship i want & a ship i have.  out of all my muses, sherry is probably the prime candidate for enemies-to-friends, but i am … peculiar about this. it is important to me that while ideally, sherry would eventually come to forgive the ora.cion se.is, i would hate for sherry’s anger and resentment to seem  unjustified.  yes, they  were  victims at a young age, but … that does not erase what happened to her. i feel with the way the pardon has been handled in canon, she feels like what happened to her has been swept under the rug — and this time not because of a nondisclosure agreement.the ship i have and that i don’t talk about enough is the friendship between sherry and belsimu’s jenny. it is a very supportive relationship and it allows them both to grow as people as it allows sherry to overcome some of her reservations against other guilds. she would fight anyone for jenny, any day of the week.

let’s talk about ships / no longer accepting

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Planet Personality Quiz

you got: saturn

saturn embodies the spirit of the scholar; you pull knowledge from the universe and spin it into wisdom for others who ask for it. once you set your mind to something, you have a tendency to develop tunnel vision by ignoring other people and your needs. when you are able to balance yourself and your ambitions, however, you are a magnificent force of intelligence.

tagged by: @translatedhearts tagging: @caelusia, @lamiacrowned, @belsimu (for all your muses~)