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sher-soc-the-famder · 6 years ago

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The Show Must Go On- Chapter 7

Word Count: 4863

Pairings: Gen, Platonic LAMP, Platonic Roman&OC, Platonic Virgil&OC

Warnings: No warnings

Masterpost

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“You’re certain?” Victoria directed to his phone and Roman could hear the way that Mr. Schneider rolled his eyes. They had been going back and forth on the issue for the past ten minutes and Roman just wanted to snatch his phone back and babble to the director about everything; the production, how it was going, or even how he was supposed to deal with the fact that they were making zero progress in almost a week and a half.

But Victoria was asking him about general records and what the capitol library would have on them, since Roman certainly wasn’t going to be the one to go through them. He would if he absolutely had to; but until it reached that point, he was going to wander through the city and parks, trying to follow his own feelings back to Virgil.

Because it had worked so well so far.

“They do in fact, keep a general census on record. Whether or not you can reach them depends on the state. You’re a smart kid, Double; you’ll figure it out,” Mr Schneider said dryly. “This should be nothing compared to talking people through their problems.”

“Har har har,” Victoria returned and ran a hand through her curls. “But alright. Thanks Professor; terrorize some students for me.”

“I don’t do it for you, kid,” Mr Schneider said snarkily, “I do it for the sweet tears of my students. I’m just teaching them how to survive at life.”

“Whatever you say, Sir,” Roman snickered, and outright laughed as Victoria shoved him off his chair. He ignored the ache in his chest; it was something he lived with now anyways. “I’m not the one who decided to take his courses, Victoria Sawyer.”

She sniffed, “Excuse you, I would never date someone like J.D.”

Roman felt his smile falter for a half second– (J.D-lightful)– before he forced himself to say, “Oh I wouldn’t cross out the possibility. He’s tall, lanky, got long hair—”

Victoria let out an inarticulate screech and Mr. Schneider sighed, “I’d rather not hear about your love lives if it’s all the same to you.” Roman snickered again, wondering how much of his attitude was an act and how much was him trying to forget his pain and—

“I can hear you think from here, Trouble,” the director added. “Leave Double to it, and let me tell you how horrible my newest lead is.”

Roman glanced up at Victoria and she made a shooing motion at him, turning to grab her own phone and likely leave to enter the library to continue her search. He didn’t waste a moment, snatching the phone up and turning the speaker off.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he sing-songed, striding away from the bench and towards the park he had caught sight of on their way over.

“Of course not,” Mr Schneider murmured, “you never do.”

“Hey!” Roman yelped, but couldn’t help the goofy grin that crossed his face. It wasn’t often that the director had time away from both of his jobs, but Roman adored every moment he did. “I am an exceptional actor!”

He could hear the quirk of Mr. Schneider’s lips as he replied, “You most certainly are. Speaking of which, you should see this idiot on the stage, he can’t—”

Roman leaned his head back to let the autumn wind run through his hair, and grinned at the clouds that littered the sky. His director’s voice was a simple comfort and Roman couldn’t help but laugh at his complaining, shooting something teasing back to his mentor before a certain movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

“Kid?” Mr. Schneider prodded as Roman trailed off. “Is something wrong?”

Roman bit down on the words that sprang to his lips at that and chirped out, “Nope! Just thought I saw a Broadway actor. But I was betrayed at the last moment and it was only a trick of the light.”

“If you say so, Trouble,” Mr. Schneider replied, falling back into an amused tone. Roman gasped, “And I do! I am a prince of the utmost respect! How dare you accuse me of such dishonesty! I would never–!”

“You would,” Mr Schneider cut him off with a chuckle. “You’re a good kid, but you’re an actor, first and foremost. Lying’s in your blood.”

Roman blinked at that, and rolled his eyes. “So you always say, but being an actor doesn’t mean we really lie, per se. The actors and the audience both know that what they are about to see isn’t real. After all, the audience knows that they’re going to see a play and nothing more.”

“Do they always though?” Schneider countered. “All the world’s a stage, kid. Who’s to say we’re not always acting? You are a walking example of that, kid — after all, you’re not always as confident as you portray yourself to be.”

Roman’s eyes flickered over the to the kid that he saw move at the edge of his vision once more. He swallowed the thick feeling in his throat that the director’s words caused.

“It looks like Vic needs something from me,” he lied, ignoring the rock that settled on his chest. “We'll call you back later, Sir.”

He hung up before the man could say more, and immediately rocked on his heels from the wave of guilt that hit him. Schneider was just trying to help—to look at Roman and what he could do to improve as he always did—but Roman wasn’t in the mood for even constructive criticism at the moment.

Besides, there was something more important to focus on.

He shoved his hands into his jean pockets, his phone with them, and let his cape swirl around his shoulders as he walked steadily around the park. Once, twice; listening as the small footsteps behind him grew closer each time. He had to swallow down a smile, and wondered how much the others would have adored this kid.

He made it halfway through the next lap before the kid settled in next to him. Roman really did smile then, keeping his eyes ahead as the kid studied him from the corner of his eye.

“Same,” the child murmured, a breath on the wind. There was a tinge of disbelief in his tone.

“Excuse you–” Roman couldn’t stop himself– “but I am one of a kind!” He winced and cursed himself for leaping ahead without thinking. It was going to be Virgil all over again. Roman was just, apparently, incapable of being calm around people who needed him to be.

The kid blinked at him, visibly startled before an amused smirk crossed his face, there and gone against like mist in the morning. It felt familiar but was shaped too wrong for him to figure out where it was from.

“Not,” he said and Roman tried to control his screech he really, really did.

“Am too!” His hands flailed in the air before freezing as the kid flinched back form the sudden movement.

“Ah.” He blinked, and gritted his teeth against a wave of anger. He took a deep breath and murmured, “My apologies.”

The kid shrugged as he dropped his hands and whispered, “Not you, not that.”

Roman blinked, trying to work through the short words. The kid shrugged again and waved at him.

“Just–” He bit his lips and Roman wanted to ruffle his hair as his nose scrunched up. “Thanks.”

Roman took his turn at shrugging, feeling a flush creep up his ears at the frank gratitude.

“Well, a prince can’t just leave others in trouble! Every citizen is to be cared for! What else is royalty for?”

The kid studied him again, and for a moment, it wasn’t Virgil looking at him, but Logan. The thought made Roman wanted to cry. Odin’s breath, he missed them all.

The kid hummed and his hand twitched, like he was unsure of what he wanted to do with it before he waved again and turned to disappear into the city once more.

Roman felt his hand raise to hold him back before it dropped again. He tugged the scarf on his neck a little bit higher up on his face, and wrapped his cape around his shoulders a little tighter.

Maybe if he joined Vic in the library he wouldn’t feel so cold. Maybe he wouldn't feel so alone.

Victoria leaned back in her chair. She scrubbed at her hair, wrinkling her nose as a few ginger strands came loose. The library's silence pressed down at her and Vic grit her teeth. If she strained to listen, she could hear a few muted whispers through the stacks of books; but for the most part she was alone.

Ha, as if this weren't exactly what was going to happen at the end of this.

She shook her head, trying to dislodge that thought. The first census sat in front of her, just like it had when she had first entered and pulled it out. If she could only get started,—get the ball rolling down the hill—she would forget the exhaustion that pulled at her bones like stones dragging her down into the ocean.

Not that drowning sounded like a bad idea at the moment.

Vic sighed. She propped her arms against the desk she was borrowing and poked at the papers in front of her. She stared at her hand and willed it to flip the page to look at the next one. She just wanted a simple motion, goddammit. It wasn't that hard. So why did it feel like trying to climb a mountain?

She took a shuddering breath and let her head fall down to rest against the desk. Because she was broken and couldn't get by without calling her therapist. Only Picani wasn't exactly her therapist anymore; it was a little hard to set up appointments when going on an Epic Quest.

Too bad books and stories never mentioned that part of being a hero.

If Victoria could even be considered that.

Roman was the hero between the two of them. The prince; the Chosen One who would go on an adventure to save the world. Finding his brothers was only the start of this, she could feel it deep in her soul. Roman had great things in store for him, great and terrible things.

Victoria was just his chauffeur. His depressed chauffeur.

She blinked rapidly and swiped at her face. She tried to dig up old techniques that Picani had taught her but everything other than the page in front of her felt like static. Which was just- exactly how her life went, and how it was going to go. It always made her feel like the scum of the earth because Roman was the one who had it worse than her, but he always greeted the day with a smile, real or not.

God, why couldn't she be like him?

She closed her eyes and grit her teeth. Whatever. She'd let her thoughts run however they would.

"Hey."

Vic jumped at the voice that came from behind her. Roman grinned, and raised an eyebrow.

"Who was that?" he asked. Vic blinked at him as he flopped into the chair next to her's, propping his legs up on part of the table. She whacked at his shoes lightly, which only earned her an even brighter smile. She smiled back at him, and wondered at his ability to cheer her up whatever she was thinking.

"Who was what?" she asked.

"You know." Roman pointed at the phone in front of her and Vic wondered when she had pulled that out. She must be more out of it than she had originally thought. "On the phone. Who was it?"

"I wasn't on the phone?" Victoria replied.

Roman blinked at her.

"Huh. Okay, I could have sworn that you were talking to someone; but go off, I guess."

"Oh fuck you," Vic said breezily. "You shouldn't have snuck up on me, I could have dropped my croissant."

Roman cackled, and Vic grinned at the shushing noise that came from the librarian’s desk a few shelves down. She flicked Roman’s ankle gently before reaching for the census in front of her. She had quite a lot of work to do if they wanted to find Virgil.

And strangely, for the first time since they had reached Springfield, Victoria felt like they’d find Virgil there. The thought settled deep in her brian and stayed there, as if planted simply by the idea that she could track Virgil’s history here in the library.

She would do it. She had to.

It was a labyrinth, and Virgil felt a part of him relax. It wasn’t a good dream, but it wasn’t a nightmare either; just the endless alleys of his city, twisting unrecognizably the longer that he walked. His footsteps echoed in the emptiness, and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his warn jacket.

“Oh wow,” Roman commented, striding along beside him and ignoring the fact that Virgil startled, stumbling back. “I knew you were an emo nightmare, not that you actually had any.”

He paused. “Then again, I think I was the only one to ‘have’ dreams; at least in the sense that I created them for Thomas.”

Virgil gritted his teeth and picked up his pace, hoping that Roman would leave him alone if he did. The doppelganger was simple a figment of his self consciousness; he wasn’t real.

“Rude,” the figment muttered as he effortlessly kept up with him.

“Leave me the fuck alone,” Virgil muttered, and in turn ignored the wave of hurt that radiated from the figment much like Roman had ignored his fear. He hunched farther into himself, taking a turn at random, and tried to ignore the other male who watched him closely. It was too sharp—too knowing—and Virgil was too used to the idea that he needed to hide in order to feel comfortable.

“Any idea where you’re going, Dead-alus?” Roman asked, and Virgil flinched again.

“Does it matter in the end?” he grumbled back, before slamming his mouth shut. He needed to stop feeding whatever the hell this was. Besides, it would always end up the same, in that—

Virgil gasped awake, the sudden jerk jostling Richard off of his shoulders. The kid yelped, fingers scraping along the wall as he hauled himself upwards.

"Attack? Alright? Run?" Richard shot off rapid fire. His eyes raked across the alleyway to check for dangers even as Virgil pressed a hand to his own face to hold back tears.

He just wanted it to stop.

"I'm fine," he rasped. "I'm fine, just- Just go back to sleep kid. Everything's– " gucci.

He bit down on his cheek hard enough to taste blood.

That was Roman's word, and Virgil hated that he knew that. It was insane. He was insane. People didn't just have personifications of themselves in their head. Those figments didn't just take lives of their own. It wasn't possible. It wasn't.

Virgil tried to breath, the action rattling in his chest as Richard's smaller hands tugged on his own. He let Richard manhandle him into a more comfortable position, the kid practically crawling into his lap and wrapping Virgil's hands around his shoulders like a demented blanket. Demented, heh; that's exactly what he was.

"Not alright," Richard murmured. "Will be."

"Yeah," Virgil tried to agree, the word getting caught in his throat. He couldn't even be the responsible adult in this relationship, that's how pathetic he was.

The same dreams—he wouldn't classify them quite as nightmares—plagued him for weeks and he could barely function anymore. He had been better than this.

Death—his own death played on repeat over and over again—was something he could deal with; something he had dealt with for as long as he could remember.

The feeling of being dragged away from warmth and safety, someone screaming his name, a hand trying to grasp his only to slip away, and then a rippling pain along his chest and head.

Virgil figured that it was some long forgotten memory. Something that he had repressed out of trauma like he did half his life.

Only Roman's voice was starting to sound an awful lot like the the one he had been hearing all of his life, and Virgil refused to let his brain finish connecting that thought. He couldn't deal with it. He knew himself; he knew how badly he'd crumple if he thought about what was probably the truth, and Richard still needed him. Or at least pretended to and Virgil would take what he could get.

Some truths were better off forgotten.

"Home," Richard suggested for the second time that month.

Virgil leaned forward, resting his forehead against Richard's head. His brain felt like it was stuffed full of cotton; enough so that the normal clamoring of danger he would have had fell silent — a welcome relief for all that he felt almost like he was drifting through life.

Going home would mean he'd feel safe and if he felt safe, he'd fall asleep again; and Virgil didn't want to sleep again.

But at the same time, he couldn't dredge up the energy to argue with the kid at the moment.

So he nodded, pliant and exhausted. He wanted to die — or maybe not die, but for someone to bludgeon his head until he fell into a dreamless coma for the next year or two. Maybe then he'd be able to rest without feeling guilty.

Between Richard, and the nagging feeling that if he fell asleep someone would snatch him away, and Roman, with the fear and deja vu the dream figment brought —Virgil just wanted a moment to himself where he could drift into nothingness.

He blinked sluggishly as Richard stood up and grasped his arm, trying to haul him to his feet.

"Home," Richard repeated again, firmer this time and Virgil sighed.

"Alright, kid," he murmured and swayed as he got to his feet. "We'll go home."

He took a stumbling step forward. Richard made a concerned noise in the back of his throat, urging him to hurry up and Virgil hissed at him. The kid scowled and nudged him again until Virgil could move at what was a sort of normal walk.

Something moved out of the corner of his eye and Virgil stiffened.

"Richard—" he warned, and Richard bit the bottom of his lip.

"Bait," he whispered, and Virgil felt the breath rush from his lungs as if he had been stabbed.

"No, kid don't you dare—"

"Faster," Richard whispered back heatedly. "Know more. Small. Won't catch. Meet at home."

"Fucking hate you," Virgil snarled back as Richard stepped away from him, "You're going to get up both killed. Or worse, caught. Get back here and we'll figure out a place to hide until they go away."

"I'm right and you know it," Richard added, and fuck, the kid knew he was weak against full sentences.

Before he had a chance to reply, Richard smiled at him, small and sad before disappearing down the other end of the alley with a purposely loud clatter.

Fuck.

“Okay,” Victoria said, sliding a piece of paper over the counter towards Roman, and taking a deep breath. Roman paused, a leaf of his salad drifting off of his fork as he blinked at her. “I’ve found twenty one Virgil’s in the state of Illinois and of that, only three have a name similar to Sanders.”

The fork clattered loudly as Roman dropped it without a thought, hand snatching the paper from its resting place. He scanned through the words, skipping over everything he deemed unimportant (which was most of it) and settled on one highlighted part.

“He’s here,” he murmured and felt a grin grow on his face.

The last known whereabouts of the young orphan Virgil Sanders was Springfield, Illinois; where he is thought to have run away from his newest foster home—

Victoria’s mouth twisted downwards. “I mean, he could be. Or he could be anywhere, seeing as that article is over five years old.”

Roman shook his head. “No. No, Virgil would stay where he’s comfortable. Leaving would mean more risks and things he doesn’t know about, especially without Logan. He’d find a place to hole up and stay there. A…”

He paused and felt a soft smile crawl up his face as the memory struck him.

“He’d stay in his bubble.”

Victoria's brow furrowed before she nodded.

“So that means–” She cut herself off, and her head snapped up a grin growing on her own face. Roman grinned back at her, feeling his cheeks ache.

“We’re so damn close,” he whispered back and Victoria whooped, throwing her hands in the air. She brought them back down and reached out, hooking her hands through his own. The silk of the gloves she wore were soft as he squeezed back, food forgotten between them.

“What sort of places does he like? We can start there, and narrow our search through the city,” she added, voice bubbling with excitement. “If he hasn’t gone far then we should be able to get through it in a couple of days, weeks at most. Springfield isn’t that big.”

One of the better dressed patrons glanced at them and the racket they were making, and Roman fought down the urge to flip them off in honor of Virgil’s need to fight The Man, promptly ignoring them.

“A map!” Roman added, already hauling his friend to her feet, “We can mark a map–”

“–and keep track of all the different places we’ve checked before!” Victoria finished triumphantly and raised a hand for a high five. Roman gladly returned it, slinging an arm over her shoulder as they left. He blinked as the patron that had looked at them stood up as well. It wasn’t that strange that they were leaving as well, but something about them nagged at the edge of his brain.

“You’re gonna love him,” Roman promised, letting the thought drift away as the patron did. “He likes to make poor judgement calls about my ideas, like you do. As if I could do anything less than perfect.”

Victoria's smile tightened for the fraction of a second before she nudged him lightly. “Of course, how could we be so foolish. The epitome of perfection was in front of us all along and we never figured it out. How could we be so blind?”

“Exactly,” Roman agreed with an exaggerated sniff. “The problem is with you and not with me.”

Victoria's laugh echoed out through the street, and Roman tightened his grip around her shoulders. Someone crossed the corner of his vision again, and he blinked as yet another man in a suit fell into step behind them. It wasn’t anything huge, they were walking through a city after all, but he stiffened at the sight involuntarily.

Victoria's arm slipped around his waist in return, and his eyes flickered down to meet the question in her eyes.

“Though I suppose that since you’d follow me anywhere, you can’t be completely blind to my perfection,” Roman added slyly. Victoria nodded grimly at him, with a slight bob of her head, and Roman wanted to scream to the world about how amazing his best friend was. She followed easily as they drifted towards a more crowded street, keeping up mindless chatter - something about one of her CPR certification class or psychology as Roman kept an eye on their tail.

There was a man following them.

Something darted around the next corner, and Roman almost felt like groaning at the familiar head of hair. Amber eyes pecked out at him, and quietly gestured emphatically for the two to follow him. Roman hesitated for a split second, before steering Victoria in the direction the kid led them.

They made a sharp turn into an alleyway, and Roman opened his mouth to question the kid on what the Nyx’s arm was going on, when the kid pressed a finger to his lips. Roman’s lip thinned into a white line, but he bit down on his tongue. Footsteps neared their position, and the kid tugged on his cape.

Roman blinked at him, and the kid scowled, tugging on it harder. Roman glanced up to meet Victoria’s equally confused gaze. The kid’s eyes grew more panicked as their tag along grew closer and he tugged on the cape one last time before ducking under it, waving at Vic to follow his example.

She shrugged, and Roman lifted an arm to sweep the cape up and over them both, mouth gaping as the cloth seemed to extend. It rose and almost danced on a non-existent wind,settling around the three of them just as the man turned the corner. Roman could feel Victoria’s breath hitch from where she was pressed up against his chest, but the man’s eyes skipped over their position. He reached up and pressed a hand to his ear, muttering rapidly and quietly enough that Roman couldn’t quite make out what he said. Before he knew it, the man in the suit walked away.

The kid ducked out from under his cape and let out a slow breath, his eyes still a little wild as he watched the entrance to the alleyway.

“Huh,” Victoria murmured, fingering the cape. “Magic. Alright, so that’s a thing. Congrats on the invisibility cape, Harry.”

“MAGIC?!” Roman screeched and then bite down on as both of his companions glared at him. He slammed a hand against his mouth.

“Magic is real?!” He bounced on the balls of his feet, not sure if he was terrified or out of his mind with excitement because magic. If magic was real, what else was?

“I mean,” Victoria pointed out dryly, “I thought it would be rather obvious, with you know, the whole point of our trip in the first place.”

“But still!” He babbled, and giggled, “Magic, Vic, Magic!”

She let out a fond sigh and patted his arm, before her eyes flickered over to the child who watched them quietly and warily. She eyed him, long and hard enough that Roman winced, wondering if it was one of those times he’d need to interfere.

Instead she crouched down, and laid her hands on her thighs.

“Hey there kid, what’s your name? I’m Victoria.”

The kid glanced between the two of them, eyes flicking up to Roman, back to Victoria and then up again. He chewed on his lip lightly and then, when he seemed to realize he was doing it, brought his thumb up to chew on the nail instead.

After a long moment, the quiet voice spoke up. “Richard.”

“Well Richard,” Victoria replied, curt but not sharp, “thank you for helping us get away from that man. Do you think you can tell us who he is?”

Richard’s eyes flickered up to Roman’s again, something unreadable in his eyes before he shook his head almost violently. His hands shook and Victoria made a soothing noise from the back of her throat as Roman adjusted his cape once more.

“Hey, hey it’s fine,” Victoria replied, her hands coming up slowly to show her palms. “You don't have to tell us anything, alright? You helped us out, and it wouldn’t be fair to you to press further, but we’d appreciate it.”

The kid blinked, his brow furrowed in confusion before he shook his head again and took a step back. He shook his head again and then turned on his heel, disappearing into the shadows. Roman took a step after him, before Victoria's hand held him back.

“Victoria!” he snapped. “What gives?”

Her eyes never left the spot the kid disappeared and murmured, “I don't know, I don’t trust him.”

“You don't trust anyone,” Roman snapped back, and took a moment to relish in her flinch before the guilt hit him.

“He knows something Vic,” he wheedled instead. “Magic could help us find the others, especially if it’s the reason we’re apart in the first place.”

Her lips thinned, and she replied curtly, “I know. But he kept looking at you. Why only you?”

“He knows me,” Roman countered, feeling his own anger build. “We’ve met before briefly, and he thought I was harmless enough. Besides, it’s not like you're not the friendliest person at first.”

That was a line he never should have crossed. Roman watched as her eyes dropped, shoulders hunching in on themselves.

“Oh– oh god, Vic, I didn’t—”

He reached a hand out to her and she shrugged it off, standing to her full height.

“We should get started on that map,” she said flatly, as she turned her back on him. “We have work to do.”

Roman let his hand drop and bit his lip, jaw clenching as he followed his best friend out ot the alleyway. And even then, with the guilt practically dripping off of his fingertips, he couldn’t help but turn to look, wondering if Richard was still there. Amber eyes met his own, and then disappeared once more.

Roman took a deep breath, and left.

#Sanders sides #TSMGO #Urban Fantasy AU #Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders #OC: Victoria #OC: Richard #TS-Storytime 2018 Submission

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purplestarkatz93 · 8 years ago

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My FT questions answers

So regarding my previous post here are my answers to my Fairy Tail Questionnaire.

1. How did you first heard about Fairy Tail?

From my friend Beth. I saw how much she liked it and when she suggested that I check it out I did. I have been hooked ever since. And it’s become my favorite anime of all time, because I never have been more emotionally invested in an anime before.

2. Do read the manga, watch the anime, or both?

I do both. Haven’t been watching the anime lately, but I’ve been keeping up with the manga now. BUT I HATE SPOILERS, SO DON’T TELL ME ANYTHING UNTIL THE TRANSLATION COMES OUT!

3. Who are your favorite character(s)?

I really love all of them, but my top 3 are:

Levy McGarden, I like her because she’s a fellow bookworm, she’s cute, intelligent, and really needs to be the focus more often. Pantherlily. I love how he can go from this big creature, yet can change back into this small cute thing. He’s bad ass and adorable. I call him Badorable. And really my absolute favorite character is Gajeel Redfox. I could really talk for hours on why he’s my favorite, but to sum up I like him because he’s a complex character.

A Complex character, also known as a Dynamic character or a Round character displays the following characteristics:

He or she undergoes an important change as the plot unfolds.

The changes he or she experiences occur because of his or her actions or experiences in the story.

Changes in the character may be good or bad.

The character is highly developed and complex, meaning they have a variety of traits and different sides to their personality.

Some of their character traits may create conflict in the character.

He or she displays strengths, weaknesses, and a full range of emotions.

He or she has significant interactions with other characters.

He or she advances the plot or develops a major theme in the text.

Gajeel has done most of those things on that list.

And to be honest when he first appeared I really didn’t hate him. Yes what he did was wrong, especially regarding Team Shadowgear, but I had this small feeling, ever since I found out that he was a Dragon Slayer that he was going to be an ally to Fairy Tail, never expected him to join though. I’m so glad he did!

4. What is a character or characters that you absolutely hate? And not even love to hate, you wish they were never in the story to begin with.

Future Rogue. That bastard kill Future Lucy, and I will never forgive him for that. Even if he apologized. Seriously I cried so hard when I watched that part in the anime.

5. Do you own any FT merchandise?

The first 20 volumes of the manga, a Capricorn key charm, Natsu plush, Lily plush, small Happy loaf plush or Tsum Tsum, a Mirajane keychain, a Gajeel keychain, a notebook, exceed bracelet, a FT symbol keychain, a wallet, and 2 T-shirts.

I think that’s it.

6. What is your favorite opening?

I have 3.

Snow Fairy ( the first and probably the most recognizable)

https://youtu.be/T2dy-atGDyg

Rock City Boy ( Fun fact the singer is actually American, but he lived most of his life in Japan)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LX3v651Ip8E

I wish ( I like this one because it’s the only one where I think I could do a cover of it. It’s in my vocal range)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTDpmFv4Ovc

Honorable mention goes to the 1st movie’s opening 200 Miles.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=br0zVupkx-c

7. What is your favorite ending?

Be as One

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8n5em5vZoaQ

You, He, Me, and She

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=470d_pi1F3w

8. What is your favorite character song?

Well, since Gajeel is my favorite character, my fave character song, is his song My Iron Blues. It’s awesome, fun to sway to, has female back up singers, and I like his singing very much.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdS93Qp9H84

Also for you Yuri on Ice fans, this the same guy who sings You Only Live Once

You’re welcome for that random piece of trivia.

9.What is your favorite instrumental track?

Any version of the main theme.

Original https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6kb96YWXMA

Slow https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Loi4bYzXvAw

Piano https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qk2jYmZerD8

Metal https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiT8Ct0cQzM

Tenroujima https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At_zB-pK3JQ

I also like Dragon Slayer https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJoKUq8j1Ns

Natsu’s theme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AhevjjbvWmw

Lucy’s theme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L26TQP7Qe9I

Happy’s theme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAIFonqW4SY

One thing I love about FT’s music is the Celtic feel to it. My family is Irish and Scottish, so it makes me think of my heritage.

10. What are your FT ships?

I ship:

Nalu (Natsu x Lucy)

Gruvia (Gray x Juvia)

Jerza (Jellal x Erza)

Elfgreen (Elfman x Evergreen)

Laxana (Laxus x Cana)

RoWen (Romeo x Wendy)

LoRies (Loke x Aries)

Albis (Alzack x Bisca)

Rerry (Ren x Sherry)

Cappy (Carla x Happy)

Kinbara (Erik x Kinana)

StingYu (Sting x Yukino)

But my OTP for the series is Gajevy (Gajeel x Levy, which is canon now! YAY! )

11. What is an unpopular opinion you have aka something that you do that is not normal to the FT fandom?

I’m a NaLu fan that does not hate Lisanna at all. I hate how so many Nalu fans hate her just because she “gets in the way of NaLu”.

That’s one thing that bothers me with any fandom. When people hate on a character just because they get in they way of their precious OTP.

I’ve said it before, but I think that is a stupid reason to hate a character. If the only reason you hate a character is because they ruin a ship for you, kindly go back into your small corner of the world, where you can bitch and complain all you want like the immature brat that you are.

The rest of us adults, are going to ship what we want, and respect each other’s choices, and not hate on character solely for that purpose.

Lisanna did nothing wrong, and all those fan fics that portray her as this bitchy chick who “steals” Natsu from Lucy and makes Lucy all depressed and shit makes me want to gouge my eyes out every time I read one.

I respect the fact that some people don’t ship NaLu, I respect the fact that I don’t ship NaLi.

NOW CAN WE PLEASE ALL JUST GET ALONG AND BE NAKAMA LIKE WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE?!

12. Do you draw/write FT fan art or fan fiction?

Yes, check out my DA here http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/gallery/42409453/Fairy-Tail

Maybe I��ll post stuff here soon, old and new.

13. What is one thing about FT that pisses you off?

So many unanswered questions, for example WHERE THE HELL IS LAXUS’S MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER?! I KNOW HOW BABIES ARE MADE SO HOW THE HELL CAN IVAN AND LAXUS EXIST WITHOUT A MOTHER?!

At least we know about Makarov’s mom now.

And we do know more of the dragon slayers’ past, but I still have my headcanons about their biological parents, or at least Gajeel and Wendy’s. Like how Metalicana and Grandeeny found them. Let me know if you want to hear them. Bear in mind they are quite depressing.Don’t have any for Sting and Rouge. And as for Natsu, well I did have one, but that went out the window and I think you know why.

14. If you could put the FT cast into another show what would it be and why?

It’s a weird choice but I chose Scrubs. I could just see it. Natsu=JD (It be funny to see Natsu have all those crazy daydreams, wouldn’t it?) Lucy=Elliot (If Natsu and Lucy did live in another universe, I think they would be an on again off again couple until they were ready to be with each other.) Juvia=Carla (Putting Carla as Carla would be too obvious, and I know it doesn’t exactly match up, but I have this headcanon that Juvia can speak Spanish, because Juvia;s name is the Japanese spelling for the Spanish word rain or lluvia) Gray=Turk (I know it doesn’t really fit, but had to keep him and Juvia together.) Laxus= Dr,Cox (Can you just imagine how funny it be if Laxus did a Cox rant?) Cana=Jordan (I feel a relationship between Laxus and Cana would be like the one Jordan has with Dr.Cox) Gajeel=Janitor (One of the best characters in the show, and it be funny to see Gajeel prank Natsu) Levy=Lady (She’s the Janitor’s girlfriend and later wife in Season 8) Hades= Dr. Kelso (Hades is evil but a recent chapter in the Tartarus arc showed that he kind of still has a heart, so that’s why I picked him)

Freed=Ted (I just think it be funny)

Loke=The Todd (both are bit of playboys and be funny to see Loke question his sexuality) I do have others, but they’re only characters that appeared in one or two seasons so I’m not going to bother.

15. What are some musicals you put the FT cast in? (I only put this question in cause I’m a theatre geek)

Shrek the musical

Disney’s Beauty and the Beast

Hairspray

Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper

Barbie as the Island Princess

Barbie and the Diamond Castle

If you want I can tell you who I would have play each part. Some I’m still figuring out, so not all roles have been cast yet.

16. Do you cosplay or plan on cosplaying any of the characters?

I cosplay as Mira(no pictures available) and Levy which I do have pictures of on my DeviantART account. Let me know if you want to see it.

I’m gonna post it on here soon.

Now all I need is a Gajeel.

17. What are your favorite arcs?

Phantom Lord, Fighting Festival, Edolas, Tenrou Island, Key of the Starry Sky, Grand Magic Games, and Alvarez. What do they all have in common? There is focus on Gajeel in all of them. Some more than others.

18. If you could join any guild what would it be?

Fairy Tail, duh.

19. Have any FCs?

Yes, Valerie Saline who you can learn more about here http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Fairy-Tail-OC-Bio-361202036\

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Valerie-FT-OC-1-353209499

I even made an Edo version of her

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Edo-Valerie-FT-OC-1-353209586

Then my next gen kids

Mckenna and Iggy (NaLu kids)http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/NaLu-Kids-360992943

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Mckenna-Dragneel-Bio-362665020

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Chibi-McKenna-and-Iggy-397665037

Nieve, Brendan, and Tally (Gruvia kids) http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Gruvia-Kids-360992503

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Nieve-Fullbuster-Bio-362674059

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Chibi-Nieve-Brendan-and-Tally-397665310

Conor and Olivia (Gajevy kids, they’re the older siblings of the canon Gajevy twins. Although they’re born years later when Conor and Olivia are much older. In my FT future they were a surprise aka they were not planned. BTW do they have names? I keep trying to look it up, but come up with nothing. The FT wiki literally has nothing about the light novel they debut in http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Fairy_Tail_3:_Trouble_Twins

Actually they have barely anything about the light novels expect for like the first one.) http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/GaLe-Kids-360992447

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Conor-Redfox-Bio-362676935

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Olivia-Redfox-Bio-362678246

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Chibi-Conor-and-Olivia-397664556

Matthew and Sarah (Jerza kids) http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Jerza-Kids-361673144

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Chibi-Jerza-Kids-397664727

If you’re wondering why they look nothing like Jellal and Erza, it’s because they’re adopted.

20. If you were a wizard what kind of magic would you use?

Singing magic, like a Siren. I would sing and hypnotize people and when there out of it, attack them.

21. What is a magic item you would like to have?

A light pen http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Light_Pen It be fun to draw/write in thin air.

22. Did you enjoy this questionnaire?

I sure did, seeing how I created it.

Oh and let me take this opportunity to talk about something else FT related.

I have the Todd Haberkorn (the Eng VA of Natsu 3 times at different cons)

Here’s proof http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/I-TOLD-YOU-SO-463572927

And here’s some autographs he gave me I don’t have a picture of the third one up yet

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/Todd-Haberkorn-Autograph-463573351

http://purplekatz93.deviantart.com/art/2nd-Todd-Haberkorn-autograph-555102329

Okay that’s all.

And please don’t mad at me for my answers.

#fairy tail #my thoughts #nalu #gruvia #jerza #gajevy #not gonna tag all the ships #that would take forever #Please be kind #respect my opinions #i'll respect yours

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