#fairy tail sleeper

[hecku-luna]

Saw a trend where people post their favorite Pokémon and their favorite Digimon, so naturally...

I went and put together my favorites from multiple creature collector* properties lol

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Fairy Tail - Sleeper

"FLIP: You can Special Summon 1 monster from your hand. When your opponent activates a Normal Spell/Trap Card (Quick Effect): You can Tribute 1 other monster; the activated effect becomes "Change 1 face-up monster your opponent controls to face-down Defense Position". You can only use this effect of 'Fairy Tail - Sleeper' once per turn."

[alwerakoo]

as tall as you think

Tales of the TMNT Leo & Raph word count: 2k CW: anxiety disorder (aka: Leo has anxiety - the fic)

AO3

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There are glow-in-the-dark stars taped to the bottom of Mikey's bed.

They're so old he can't remember if it was him of his brother that insisted on it, and they're so old he never once considered taking them off – carefully taping his posters and pictures to the space around them. It's like a game at this point – finding any leftover room for new things.

Raph traces them with his gaze, his fingers laced across his stomach.

Leo's mattress squeaks as he shifts in his bed again, his feet brushing against the brick wall.

Raph bites on his cheek.

Mikey can fall asleep anywhere at any time, and Donnie's brain doesn't shut off without something absurdly loud blasting in his ears. Raph can hear it even now, music faintly bleeding out of his headphones.

But Raph and Leo have always been light sleepers at best – borderline insomniacs at worst. It's one thing they have in common, and like all the things they have in common – they're so different in it at the same time.

Raph's body feels electric, his veins all adrenaline and excitement – no blood. He spends many nights restless, the last one to go to bed and the first one to rise.

He trains, the line between his fingers and sai always blurry; he paces around the lair; he runs along rooftops, feet dangling off the edge. And then his body shuts off, as sudden as a car shutting down on a red light, and he passes out – dead to the world.

He runs himself dry, and then he picks himself up again, over and over again.

When Leo stays up, he's a shadow of himself the next morning.

Raph sighs, quietly, his mind ticking away the minutes till he'll be able to sneak out of the room without Dad sitting right on his tail.

In his bed, Leo shifts again.

Raph sighs again, louder this time.

“You up?” He asks, voice lowered.

Leo's quiet for a moment, his shell turned to Raph, until he finally exhales, giving in.

“Yeah.”

Raph sits up, shifting to his knees. He takes his pillow with him, tucking it under his chest as he turns, facing Leo's bed without a moment of hesitation, like its second nature.

At this point, it might as well be.

It's an old tradition of theirs – maybe even older than the stars on his ceiling.

All four of them have been sharing beds, rooms, spaces for as long as he can recall. It's not home without his brothers, even if Mikey has a tendency to snore, the light from Donnie's phone or computer woke him up on more than one occasion, and Leo never quite grew out of the habit of borrowing things without asking.

The room is all of theirs, but late nights belong to him and Leo only.

Raph and Leo never had that much in common, always opposites in some way or another, like two puzzle pieces from the same box, but not made to snap together.

When Raph was younger, he never had patience for puzzles. He'd push the carton and paper squares until they fit, by sheer force and spite alone.

He'd make Leo cry with that, because his brother always did when they broke the rules to any game, which made him a rotten playmate, but taught Raph the valuable skill of never quite letting Leo know when he was making up new ones.

Sometimes, during late nights, in the glow of Leo's fairy lights and Raph's stars, he's doing it again.

But he doesn't think Leo minds this time around.

They've spent hours like this, and sometimes, Raph thinks he wouldn't mind if this was the rest of his life.

Sometime ago, April asked them what they thought their heaven would look like. It was a silly question, related to some show that Raph was only half paying attention to. He can't quite remember what he answered, something related to this or other celebrity.

It was a lie anyway.

He thinks it would be this.

Leo shifts, turning to lay on his stomach, arms crossed under his chin.

“What's up?” Raph asks.

Leo's fingers drum on his forearms, and he takes a deep breath, like he has to steady himself.

“Nothing,” he says, and he's a bad lair. “Just... Hanging out.”

“Hanging out?”

“Yeah,” Leo says, and Raph can almost hear his mind racing.

He's barely exaggerating.

His brother's brain always seemed to work a mile a minute, too fast for his own good, his thoughts too big. He knows Leo struggles to catch up with his own mind sometimes, words spilling out of his mouth like he was going to swallow down his own tongue.

He thinks it might be even worse when he's staying quiet.

“You're getting worked up about something again,” Raph huffs.

Leo raises his head, frowning, probably to feel a little taller than him.

He's been outgrowing Leo since they were toddlers, and he doesn't think his brother ever quite got over it.

“I'm not,” Leo says defensively, his fingers flexing against his pillow.

“Yes, you are,” Raph says. “Look at you, you've got the shakes.”

Leo looks down at his own hands, like he just noticed them.

He shifts, intertwining his fingers under his chin, then turns again, laying them flat on the pillow, not helping his point in the slightest.

“Come on, man. Work with me.”

Raph puts his elbow on his pillow, cheek resting against his palm.

He's known Leo all his life, and knows his tendency to work himself up to the point of boiling, always over nothing, like the back of his own hand.

Leo tried explaining it to them, once.

How he runs something over and over in his mind, until it takes on a completely new shape, until he can't remember what parts really happened and what parts he's scared of happening.

How he can lay out every reason why he shouldn't bother himself about it, but his fingers still go numb and stiff, and his heart races in his throat like he's going to choke on it.

How he gets sick on his own thoughts.

Raph never quite got it.

But Donnie must've, because he pulled Leo into his tent that evening, their voices hushed and the light from the computer's monitor bright.

That night, Leo didn't take his mask off to sleep, and he chewed on the ends of it until they frayed.

Raph doesn't remember ever finding out what they talked about, but he knows that after came a lot of ''articles'' that Donnie was sending and that Leo never read. They argued about it some.

But what Raph does know, is that there's no real calming when Leo gets like this. It's best to let him run his course, let him spill over – his worry and nerves deep but not endless. Or so he hopes.

“I'm just...” Leo says finally, drumming his fingers against his palm, seemingly completely forgetting about keeping them still. “It's kind of stupid.”

“You are kind of stupid,” Raph says, on instinct. Leo sends him a glare, and he raises his hands up in a defensive gesture. “Alright, alright, just shoot.”

Leo bites his lip, lowering his gaze.

“I just keep thinking...” He doesn't look at Raph when he says it, but there's a certain panicked quality to his words, like he's scared he's going to run out of them at any second. “We almost died, Raph.”

Raph blinks.

He shifts a little in his place, mulling over Leo's words, until he finally says:

“Well, yeah. Which time specifically?”

Leo's neck straightens, and there's a new expression on his face, something open and wounded.

“That's the thing!” He catches himself raising his voice, and lowers it again. “So many times. Like, that's not...” He takes a shaky breath. “What if something happened to any of us? Any of you?”

Instinctively, Raph reaches back, tracing his fingers over the healed shell – a leftover scar from splitting it in half.

“But we didn't. Die, I mean,” he says.

It is true.

There's a certain gratefulness he carries with himself nowadays. Every day he gets to wake up and eat breakfast next to his family, every day he gets to bicker with his brothers in the evening, every day he gets to stretch his back and feel the ache in his shell slowly fade away.

He doesn't think about the 'what ifs'. They're not worth it.

He tells Leo so, but his brother only scratches at his arm, his shoulders raising, like he's trying to hide away.

“It's not that.” He huffs. “It was real. That's not a 'what if', it's an 'almost reality'.”

“Yeah, that's what 'what if' means, dipshit.” Raph scoffs.

He's not really annoyed, more so confused.

“You don't get it.” Leo sounds more upset now; he speaks a little faster. “We could've died, Raph. Isn't that terrifying?”

Raph sucks on his teeth.

Right, maybe he is a little annoyed. But only on Leo's behalf, for the way his stupid brain functions.

“I mean... It was, in the moment.”

He winces a little, seeing the face Leo pulls at that.

“Yeah. And it still is!” He doesn't bother lowering his voice anymore. “You're telling me you never think about it?”

“No,” Raph says, which is mostly true. “I try not to,” he adds, which is a little more honest.

“Well, that's what I'm trying to do!” Leo turns suddenly, laying with his back flat on the bed. “But it keeps catching up to me.”

“Seems like you're not trying hard enough,” he says.

He knows it’s a mistake the moment the words leave his mouth.

Leo's fingers squeeze his blanket so much they shake. His throat bobs, and there's a certain twitch to his lips that Raph knows all too well.

It makes something in his chest squeeze painfully.

“Are you going to cry?” He says, and it's a genuine question.

It doesn't really sound like one, he realizes.

There's a sudden flash of anger on Leo's face, and he raises his hands, throwing them in the air.

“Well, I'm sorry?” His voice pitches, all wobbly. “Sorry for having emotions! God, you're such an asshole.”

Leo pushes his palms against his wet eyes, taking in a shaky breath.

They lay in silence for a minute or two, taking in the quiet beat of Donnie's music and Mikey's soft snore.

“Sorry for caring about you.” Leo says finally, putting his hands down.

He sounds wet and fragile, and petty as hell, which Raph supposes he can't blame him for.

This is the thing, he supposes. It's how it goes with them.

Leo used to always cry whenever one of them did; those big, sad tears that used to annoy Raph to no end, because what does Leo have to cry about?

He started to understand it more as they got older.

He likes when Leo cries holding him, when Raph's own emotions get too big to carry. It makes him feel cared for, in a way. Validated, maybe.

He thinks about that now, watching his brother sniffle, and says:

“Well, I'm sorry, too.”

Leo turns to look at him, his cheek on the pillow.

Raph turns away, just so he doesn't have to endure Leo looking at him with those eyes.

And damn it, he's always had the biggest, saddest eyes.

He thinks about Leo when they were younger, how much he cared for things like rules, and putting their toys away at the end of the day, and keeping out of the places Dad told them to stay away from. And how much he cared for them.

Leo cares for all of them so much, and this is how he shows it.

Raph is grateful to still get to fall asleep next to his brothers every day. Leo is scared, that one day he won't.

“... Apology accepted,” Leo whispers, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

Then he grimaces, as if disgusted with himself.

Raph shifts on his bed, pushing his shell up the wall.

“Come here,” he says, pulling his covers away.

It's been a while.

They're both bigger now, and Leo's shell doesn't fit fully on the bed, and his knee digs into his thigh, but it doesn't really matter, because Raph doesn't need their puzzle pieces to fit perfectly to make his point.

“I'm here,” he tells him. “So I can't be dead, right? That's what matters. This the 'actual reality', Lee.”

Leo sniffles once again.

“Yeah,” he says, quietly. Then, very suddenly: “Donnie says it's anxiety.”

Raph frowns.

“What?”

“My...” He stops for a moment, like he's considering his own words. “When I get the shakes.” He decides on, finally.

“Oh,” Raph says. “Okay.”

“He says I should talk to a doctor about it.”

They've been to the doctors a few times now – once they figured out that for what it was worth, veterinarians have a better general understanding of turtles. But he's not sure how much vets could know about Leo's brain.

“Do you want to?” He asks instead.

Leo shrugs, and that's that. Raph doesn't push.

They don't say anything after that, and Leo curls up on his side, his forehead touching Raph's elbow.

Raph watches the stars on his ceiling and the posters surrounding them.

He's still able to make space for them. He's making them fit.

And he'll do the same for his brother.

Every time.

[the-grimm-writer]

Sleeping Beauty

tw: Somnophilia, dub-con, oral (fem recieving), cockwarming, slight breeding kink, OC

Commission for the lovely @dabiscrispyankles ♥️

Dabi was glad that nothing had changed in the few weeks that he was gone. Marie still left her window unlocked. Just like she always did when she knew he'd be coming in the dead of night, so no one could interrupt their time together. He grinned as he stepped into the dark room, his hand lighting up with a bright blue flame so he could watch where he was going. She was a deep sleeper but he still didn't want to risk waking her up.

The flame died out when he stepped in front of her bed. She was laying on her back, her long brown hair flowed around her, chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. She looked angelic, and he could have sworn the soft glow of the moonlight peaking in formed a halo around her. He left the window open, wanting to let the cool breeze in.

She reminded him of a fairy tail he'd heard of once, way back when he was a child. Sleeping Beauty. She was his sleeping beauty, but he hoped true love's kiss wouldn't wake her up just yet.

The thought made him grin. After only having his fantasies of her to keep him company and his only release was with his hand, Dabi was ravenous for more. He was like a beast, insatiable and always craving her.

Pulling off the blanket that was hiding her form from him, he pushed it to the side. She didn't need a blanket when he was around, his body naturally producing enough heat to keep her warm no matter the temperature. Then he climbed on top of her, careful to not put too much pressure on her. She was wearing a tank top to bed, along with a pair of shorts that rode up her upper thighs as she moved around, he could’ve drooled at the sight.

"Marie." He said her name softly, tracing the outline of her tattoos on her inner arm, cool flesh immediately warming up at his touch. The constellation of her zodiac sign Taurus, and his personal favorite right below it, a snake encased in red flowers. He didn't need any light to know where each one was, having memorized each placement of them on her smooth skin. Slowly, his hand trailed down her abdomen, clasping onto her thigh. He grinned as she let out a moan in her sleep, all self control left inside him snapping at the sound.

“Did you know I was coming, baby?” A chuckle left his throat as he spotted her deck of tarot cards spread across her nightstand. “The cards let ya know to be ready for me?” Dabi mused quietly as she let out a small sigh in response.

“I think you did…” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips as he whispered, “Why else would you wear those pajamas tonight? You know it drives me crazy.” If he was being honest anything she wore turned him on. But when he’d been waiting so long to see her again, seeing her wearing that, he wanted to ravage her like a savage beast. And he would, first thing in the morning when she’s awake. He liked to be rough, but he wanted her to be awake and aware of everything when he was. Right now he wanted to be the only thing that was on her mind, even in her sleep.

Dabi couldn’t control himself any longer, kissing every spot on her neck he knew was sensitive. The soft gasps leaving her making him gently bite, sucking and letting go with a soft pop, littering her neck and chest full of hickies. He knew her body like the back of his hand, so he knew she would enjoy this as well, even while she's sleeping.

He grinded against her thigh, his cock straining against his pants as he pulled her tank top down and exposed her breasts. His hands immediately clasped down on them, squeezing and gently pinching and twisting her hardened nipples, applying just enough pressure to get more of those sweet moans out of her as she stayed sound asleep.

Frantically, Dabi pulled her shorts and tossed them to the ground without a care. Licking his lips as her lower half was exposed to him, spreading her thighs and resisting the urge to bite down on the smooth pale flesh.

He licked her slit, his scarred hand immediately gripping the sheet in a painful grip as she let out a gasp in her sleep. She tasted just as sweet as he remembered, if not even more so now. It was addictive as a drug, a high that he never wanted to stop feeling.

Dabi let out a groan, letting it vibrate against her pussy that he knew would send another shot of pleasure through him. He sucked her clit hard, teeth grazing against it as he felt her naturally raise her hips against his mouth.

As much as he needed to be inside her, he wanted to make sure that she was ready to take him, pumping two fingers inside her tight hole that eagerly sucked them in. His fingers were getting wet with her slick, making him hum in appreciation as she gasped in her sleep.

If he could, he'd eat her out all day, make her writhe and wriggle against him from the overwhelming ecstasy he gave her as she came on his mouth over and over again.

Feeling how wet she was getting from it, he slowly pulled away, sticking his fingers in his mouth and . He felt like a man that was starving, and the only way he'd be satisfied was if he had her.

He was so hard that it was painful, Dabi needed to be inside her, and he needed it now. If he wasn't so desperate he'd laugh at himself, feeling like a horny teenager with no self control. But right now, he was so desperate that it drove him insane.

Since it had been a minute for the both of them, Dabi was extra careful. She was always so tight around him, and his length was nothing to scoff at. His cock long and thick and throbbing as he ached for release.

He pushed the tip in first, letting out a loud groan as ecstasy burst through him. He paused from there, almost feeling like he could burst from the feeling alone. But he held it out, slowly pushing in to her, now using all his self control to make sure that he didn’t hurt her in any way.

When his hips were pressed against hers, he stayed still, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being deep inside her for as long as he possibly could. Marie sighed as his cock twitched inside her, making him press his bi-colored lips against her own.

“Dabi.” She called out when he pulled away. His breath caught in his throat as he looked down at her. Her eyes were still closed, chest rising and falling evenly. She was still sleeping, he could tell. Just talking in her sleep. He grinned. How adorable.

“You dreaming about me baby? Dreaming about how good I make you feel?” His thrusts were slow and careful as he spoke to her in a whisper. “I hope so. Cause I’ve been spending weeks thinking about you that I just couldn’t wait til later.” He groaned softly.

Dabi wasn’t used to being so gentle. Most nights when he was so pent up with the need for release, he’d be breaking her bed frame with how hard that he’d go. Make him scream out his name and have her nails scratching into his back as he made her cum on his cock until she couldn’t take it anymore. But tonight made him feel things that he hadn’t felt before. The thrill, not wanting to wake his sleeping beauty up despite the fact that he was balls deep inside her. So peaceful on the outside despite knowing she was having wet, filthy fantasies about him inside her mind.

He knew Marie well. He knew that he craved her just as much as he needed her. Which is why he knew she would be okay with this. Until her, Dabi had never met someone that could keep up with him. The reason that she was his love, his one and only darling.

No, if he could keep this pleasure up then he’d eagerly go against his rough nature. It almost made him feel closer to his woman, knowing Marie was thinking about him as he pushed in and out of her sweet cunt. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction when she woke up, already filled with cum. Another risky thrill that excited him, he couldn’t not go raw inside her. He needed to be as close with her as possible, marking her as his own. And he couldn’t think of a better way of doing that than this. It was a risk they both were willing to take, and he could always get her birth control if needed. But it wouldn’t matter if it stuck, the thought of her pregnant making a wave of possessiveness go through her, causing him to be all the more eager to fill her with his seed.

He built up the perfect rhythm that worked for them both, slow and sensual as he kissed and sucked on her chest to leave more marks that would be impossible for her to cover up. He growled softly as he thought about her trying to hide the hickies he gave her, making him want to give her even more of them just so he didn’t have to worry about it.

Staying true to what he promised himself, he rubbed gentle circles into her clit with his thumb, hissing as she clamped down around him each time she clenched from the pleasure. He was so close his cock throbbing as he got closer to release.

“Cum for me.” He growled as he felt the familiar feeling of her gushing around his cock, keeping her still from squirming too much so she wouldn’t accidentally wake herself up.

He was glad that she was a deep sleeper because he couldn’t silent his loud moan as thick hot ropes of cum shot into her, the feeling pushing him over the edge. Dabi shuddered as his body was shaking with ecstasy. Never had he came so intensely before. He stayed still, body shaking from the aftershocks of it.

A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead as he buried his nose into the crook of her neck. The scent of sex and their natural scents mixing together. He wasn’t ready to pull out yet, her warm walls keeping him sucked in like he belonged there.

He needed to stay inside her. It made him feel closer to her, gently resting his head against her chest. Feeling her steady heartbeat calmed him down for just a moment, his rough hand twirling pieces of her brown hair in between his fingers. Though he had already came, he still needed more. He truly was insatiable. Already he was finding himself wanting to go for another round.

Before he even noticed what he was doing again he was thrusting into her at the same pace that he had been before.

He heard her whine in his sleep and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I know that you’ll feel like it’s too much right now, but I know that you love how much I fill you up, baby. Love when I make you cum on my cock.”

She always got so sensitive, spasamming against him, her hips pressed firmly against his as she whimpered and mumbled incoherently as he pushed in and out of her.

“Gonna fill you up so good.” He squeezed her breasts as he looked at her, face twisted with her eyes still closed.

He was glad he got back when he did. This awoke something in them both. The way her body responded to his own even while she was asleep made him know that she was the one for him. He’d need to do this again, for the both of them.

Lost in the pleasure, Dabi didn’t notice Marie beginning to wake up, her eyes fluttering open. Her body was shaking, about to push her hands down her shorts as she thought about the intense dream that she had about her boyfriend. It was so intense and realistic, she even felt his warmth on top of her…

“Dabi?” She called out his name, her voice thick with sleepiness and confusion, trying to process what was going on. Seeing her boyfriend on top of him she couldn’t help but smile as she realized she hadn’t been dreaming. It was honestly adorable how the flame villain couldn’t get enough of her. She knew that her Pretty Boy Dabi wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her, her quirk had told her, after all.

"Shh," he gently shushed her, pressing his fingers against her smooth pink lips and trailed down against her chin. "Go back to sleep." He pushed strands of her hair out of her face, his eyes connecting with her green ones.

"Okay." She said sleepily, a small smile on her face as she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. "See you in the morning. And don’t be afraid of going a little faster," she giggled as her eyes fluttered shut again.

Dabi grinned, his blue eyes glowing as he watched her fall back asleep, slowly pushing back into her.

[mambo-by-a-mile]

💤, 🤸‍♀️, 👻, 🎶

- How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?

Mambo will often sleep curled up like an actual cat, that position coming to him out of his control as part of his feline features. He often kicks and flicks around in his sleep, being a fairly light sleeper at night. He does nap outside his chore times, especially with watching over the scales having become beyond boring for him. While watching over the same fairy tales he will often yawn and begin to nod off out of sheer boredom.

How active is your muse? Do they exercise regularly? Do they do things like yoga? What else do they do to keep fit and active? Are they flexible? Can they do parkour?

Mambo is very flexible with his skinny limbs and scrawny figure, though he doesn't exercise out of any desire to or go out of his way to do so. When he is in a prankster mood (which is often) he is energetic and spontaneous, as is the case when he gets an extra pump of coffee into his system. He also enjoys relaxing on the green bean bag sofa while growing bored of watching over fairy tale land, and is lazy when it comes to doing chores. Yet despite his laziness in those times, he still has quite the big mouth to let Munk know how bored he is. That never stops moving unless he is asleep.

How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories?

Mambo cannot shut up when he is freaked out. He will begin stammering and stuttering whether simply nervous or full on panicked. He will clutch onto his tail out of fright, scamper behind the nearest person, cling onto them, and his ears will shoot downward. Living amongst a land full of witches, giants, sorcerers, trolls, ogres, beasts, etc. the paranormal is not something that is beyond the realm of believability for him, much to his chagrin as he scares easily, as much as he hates to admit that.

What kind of music does your muse listen to? Do they have a favorite genre? Do you think the aux cord would be taken away from them?

Mambo is quite fond of hip-hop and rap, having given a shot at the two styles himself regardless of whether they are a strong point of his or not. Any 'sick beat' he can dance to is a plus for him as well.

[reivun]

be quiet if i shatter.

in which ivan confronts his guild master about the death of s-class mage leona.

Tw: discussion of death and violence. one scene with a dead body sort of.

in the back of his mind, there was only white noise. it had been there since he saw leona’s body, still and cold in his mother’s house. isley was in another room, gravely wounded but alive.

ivan wasn’t sure how long he stayed in that room, starring at his wife. he often liked to watch her sleep, because she was a fitful sleeper and moved so much it was amusing — especially when she snored. she swore up and down, left and right, that it was anti leona propaganda that said she snored. and he was the villain for spreading it.

he would have given his right king to hear a snore from her then.

alas, there was no snore. there wasn’t anything. and now, ivan was approaching the guild. a false peace overtaking him. he wouldn’t want his magic to reflect his feelings at the moment, no. his guild members didn’t do anything. only his guild master.

said guild master looked over when the wind pushed open the doors of the guild. makarov knew immediately something was up — no one had yet told him, then. he seemed too casual until ivan walked in. good. ivan ignored the hellos from his guildmates and made straight for the guild master’s office on the second floor, not a word to anyone.

ivan didn’t sit this time. he learned his lesson a little more than a week ago on how sitting meant his father would jump on his desk to be taller. instead, he leaned against one of the filing cabinets. ivan wasn’t sure if makarov even used these for more than decoration, but he supposed at some point pretcht might have. ivan had only heard tales of that man, a studious man, if the books he left were anything to go by. strange to think fairy tail had a guild master like that.

luckily, ivan didn’t have to wait long, as soon enough, makarov entered the office. there was an air about him now, too. no longer happy. ivan had that effect on his father. the way his father’s smile dropped when he saw ivan was forever etched into ivan’s memory. he was only fourteen and confused why his father was kissing a woman who wasn't his mom. how silly he had been, then.

“ivan. thanks for letting me know we have a meeting.” makarov joked. there was nothing funny but ivan figured letting him get the first words may sate him for a bit. ivan couldn’t look at him yet. just at the wall directly in front of him. “how can i help you today, my son?”

“leona is dead.”

a pin drop could be heard in the silence that followed. ivan still refused to look at makarov. “she’s dead?” makarov’s voice sounded as if he spoke in the middle of a breathe.

“isley transported them back with her plant travel spell. she’s heavily injured, sleeping at mom’s. leona’s body is there. with mom and rob. i just came back.”

“ivan…” makarov spoke.

nothing else. just that. that was all makarov had to say? ivan finally looked away from the wall and at makarov. the old man’s eyes were wide, in shock that one of his fairies could fall, perhaps? or that his grand plan was a mistake — just as ivan had said it was. his mouth hung open and his face was pale. ivan waited with bated breathe, for anything. anything. there was a part of him begging for something more but as the moment dragged on, nothing.

the illusion shattered.

ivan started to reflect his emotions outward, the way he had been stopping himself the entire time. light magic was tricky and though he was no melee power house — he was still for better or worse, a part of a powerful magical family. which meant he did have significant power whether he liked it or not and light magic, souls and reflection were his specialty. all the rage, despair, remorse, guilt, desolation, outrage and sadness oozed out of him as he looked at his father’s face.

makarov’s face began to melt and with narrowed eyes he chastised ivan, “reign in your emotions, ivan.”

“reign in my EMOTIONS?!” ivan asked and he finally stepped away from the cabinets in the middle of the room. “that’s all you have to say?”

“what do you want me to say, ivan? i’m still processing!”

“you’re processing!?” ivan guffawed. “oh, excuse me, i’m sorry i forgot to let you process the fact YOU KILLED MY WIFE!”

“i did no such thing!” makarov yelled back. “leona dreyar is — was — a talented, strong, s-class mage of fairy tail taking a quest that was meant for mages of her calibur! this was a tragic accident! you did her a disservice when i gave her the job and you’re doing her a disservice now! she—”

“a disservice? it’s a disservice to recognize that maybe sending someone whose full team isn’t there off without at least giving them an equalizer?! i volunteered!” ivan yelled back, cutting his father’s speech in half. makarov was on the desk now and ivan was standing, glaring with a glow around him. he would make his father feel everything.

“you volunteered after questioning your guild master because you wouldn’t let it go, ivan! the job wasn’t meant for you!” makarov informed him. “isley ainley is powerful herself, she’s on track to be s-class!”

“and jio jones is their equalizer, as i’ve said! script magic is versatile and always helps because leona and isley are melee focused! as i said eleven days ago when leona was still alive!” ivan could feel some spit but he truly didn’t care for once. “and the demon in question used lots of earth magic which creates difficulty for lightning magic to get a steady ground to strike on! which we know! because we’re both not complete fucking idiots despite your recent decisions!”

“don’t you insult me, boy!” makarov pointed a finger at him. “i’m your father, too! not just your guild master!”

“please don’t remind me that you’re my father when i’m informing you of killing my wife, it makes it a little awkward. father.” ivan spat.

“i did NOT kill her, ivan!” makarov yelled back, just as powerful. in fact, there was a little kick to his voice just then that made ivan blink just a bit. “you come into my guild after not coming for days, not talking to me at all, enter my office to throw leona’s death in my face just say you’re right — give me a moment to think, ivan. i don’t want to argue with you, you’re obviously bereaved and not thinking straight.”

“i’m thinking plenty straight, father!” ivan stepped forward with his brows furrowed. makarov looked at him with almost narrowed eyes. “i know if she wasn’t sent on that mission, she would be alive. i know if you had listened to me at all, if you respected my own perspective as an s-class mage of fairy tail then maybe she’d be here! don’t tell me it’s me proving a point when there’s entire lives on the line!”

“your arguments are filled with what-ifs, ivan.” makarov cut in.

“my arguments are filled with frustration at your leadership!” ivan yelled, louder so that makarov couldn’t interrupt him. “your own daughter in law died, did you think of that? huh?! you couldn’t allow yourself to adjust ‘your well thought’ plans with outside input given, despite the fact i know the mages much better as i’ve fought beside them! your pride and ego have her blood on its hands and how many more mages, i am forced to now wonder, will be forced to die or get injured or bleed for your ego’s sake! how many will it take, makarov? it already took leona’s and isley’s!”

makarov paused. “you said isley was alive.”

“that’s what you focus on?!” ivan threw his hands up. “i — she is. she was fatally injured and her best friend died before her, i think it’s safe to say a part of her died today as well.” ivan rubbed his forehead. “you really piss me off.”

“that, i’ve known since you were 14.” makarov said with a sardonic twist of direction. “i’ve always known i’m the second parent in your eyes.”

a stone dropped in ivan’s stomach. “what are you talking about, father?”

“i’m talking about how you’ve always preferred your mom. i notice you’re not at her doorstep right now, blaming her for not healing leona. if i have leona’s blood on my hands, then so does she!” makarov pointed out, as if he was onto something.

“you are not making a lick of sense. what does mom have to do with this?”

“ha!” makarov shook his head. there was a smile on his face, one that ivan had never seen. it wasn’t his goofy smile, or his secret smile he did when he was up to something and wanted ivan to go along with it for the humor of it. it was almost mean. it made ivan feel a little nervous. “you’re that set to be against me, then. of course porlyusica had nothing to do with leona’s death, she has the same amount of blame as i do, as the official healer of fairy tail.”

that was his angle. ivan felt the nervousness wash away back to good ‘ol anger. “you cannot be this dense. you’re being obstinate! you’re really going to argue like that?! mother did try, i could tell because some of her wounds were cleared even though she was dead on arrival! did you hear that? dead! on! arrival!” the windows shattered at the explosion of ivan’s magic, but neither dreyar cared to pay attention to that.

“you’ve always held her to a lower standard than me, i’m not surprised you’re doing it now. your saintly mother and sinner father, but we shouldn’t argue about this. you should be with laxus —”

“do NOT say my son’s name!” ivan interrupted. this time, he was the one wagging his finger. “don’t even THINK about my son! about leona’s son! the one with her smile and eyes and magic affinity. the one who loves lemons as much as her. okay? just don’t. i’m the one that has to go back to macao’s and bring laxus home and tell him — tell him that his mama is never coming home. you’re saved of that duty the same way you’re saving yourself of any kind of consequence!”

“ivan—”

“SHUT UP!” ivan felt his throat scratch against the skin of his neck as he yelled. “just…just shut up.” ivan closed his eyes, no longer able to stomach the sight of his father. he covered his eyes with his palms and shook his head. “this is going nowhere.”

“i’m not going to shut up while you throw accusations against me! i’m hurt, too! leona was — leona makes you so happy ivan and that’s all i want for you, my son. to be happy.” there was a croak in the old man’s voice that felt like nails against a chalkboard to ivan.

ivan shook his head. “if you wanted me to be happy, then you failed, father. i will never be truly happy again. and it’s your fault.” ivan turned and before his father could say another word, ivan reached for the doorknob and unlocked it.

“ivan!” makarov’s voice called but the door opened with a sudden bang. ivan saw his guildmates, those in the s-class session all pointedly looking away, somewhat miserable. the entire atmosphere was miserable.

oh, that’s my magic.

whatever. ivan slammed the door behind him, ignoring any calls to him from anyone. he had a destination and a job to do. everyone else? could leave him alone for all he cared.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

010 of 2025

Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen?

Black, but In love writing with any, as long as it writes smoothly and doesn't leak.

Would you prefer to live in the country or the city?

In the suburbs so I'm close to both.

If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

Nothing comes to my mind right now. I would love to regain my fine motoric skills.

Do you drink your tea or coffee with sugar?

I don't drink coffee anymore, but I was always taking sugar and cream with it.

What was your favourite book as a child?

Pelle Svanslös. It's about a cat without tail.

Do you prefer baths or showers?

Baths for relaxing, showers for cleaning.

If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose?

Fairy lol.

Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?

Paper books. I love holding a real book.

What is your favourite item of clothing?

All my hoodies.

Do you like your name? Would you ever change it?

Surprisingly I like my name, even though it's really common where I live. I wouldn't bother to change it.

Who is a mentor to you?

My dad. Now I have to be strong for him, though.

Would you ever want to be famous? If so, what for?

Nope. Fame is not for me.

Are you a restless sleeper?

I have a light sleep because I remember my dreams and it's easy to wake me up. But am I restless? No idea.

Do you consider yourself a romantic?

Not at all. I even identify as aromantic.

Which element best represents you?

Water, I think.

Who do you want to be closer to?

If I say this little train guy, would it sound weird? I'd like to know him better.

Do you miss someone at the moment?

My sister. Haven't seen her since summer.

Tell us about an early childhood memory.

My dad having a walk with me and our cat Agatha walking next to us in the snow.

What is the strangest thing you have eaten?

Nothing extreme, but frog legs. Hated them.

What can you see outside your bedroom window?

The houses on the other side of the street.

What are you most thankful for?

Neurosurgeon saving my life.

Do you like spicy food?

I love spicy food. To the point my nose is running. Helps with sinuses, by the way.

Have you ever met someone famous?

No, not really.

Do you keep a diary or journal?

Yeah, I do. I use a daily planner.

Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

Pen, but it depends what I use it for.

What is your star sign?

Taurus. I don't believe in astrology, though.

Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

As soggy as possible. I hate crunchy food.

What would you want your legacy to be?

Photographs I've taken.

Do you like reading? What was the last thing you read?

I love reading, but I haven't had much time in 2024. The last thing I read was Truth or Dare by Annika Thor.

How do you show someone you love them?

I give them gifts. Gift giving is my primary love language.

Do you like ice in your drinks?

When it's hot outside, then yes.

What are you afraid of?

Death.

What is your favourite scent?

Vanilla is my #1.

Do you address older people by their first or last name?

By their last name when joking, by their first name when serious.

If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

Still working in my workplace because I love my job.

Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean?

I'm the sea guy, here's your answer.

What would you do if you found $50 on the ground?

Keep it. Found is not stolen.

Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?

I've seen it several times and yes, I made a wish that came true.

What is one thing you would want to teach your children?

I'm not going to have children, but if I did, I would teach them respect for others.

If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

I'm gonna get my 3rd one this month and it will be an outline of a cat with a butterfly on their nose, with the name of my beloved late cat. I want it somewhere on my right forearm.

What can you hear right now?

My husband playing Call of Duty.

Where do you feel the safest?

In my hometown, by the sea.

What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

I don't want my disability to limit me, that's all.

If you could travel back to any era, which would you choose?

Probably Victorian times.

What is your most used emoji?

That pink flower emoji.

What is your favourite season? Why?

Summer because long days and short nights.

How would you spend your ideal day?

Trip to the sea, really.

Describe yourself using one word.

Weird.

What do you regret the most?

Not saying hello to that little train guy when I had the chance.

[conflagrate]

Summer 2024 Anime + TV Season

Again I say. TIME STOP FLYING.

Anime

Spring was a pretty good season. Everything’s better when there’s Yuri- I mean Yuru Camping...

Top shows 1. Dungeon Meshi (cour 2) 2. Yuru Camp S3 3. Hibike! Euphonium S3 4. Tonari no Yokai-san 5. Bartender

Shows completed: 8

Coming up is a Hot summer, hot hot summer~

Must Watch: Yami Shibai S13 (SOBBB), Tower of God S2, Na-Nare Hana-Nare [3] Sounds Interesting! Hope It Doesn’t Suck!: Dungeon no Naka no Hito, Elf-san wa Yaserarenai (FOOD PORN???), Shoshimin Series, Bye Bye Earth (it’s Tow Ubukata!), Make Heroine, Ramen Aka Neko, Delico’s Nursery, Maarui Kanojo (why so many fatty girls anime??), Monogatari (I only watched bits & pieces of this over the years will I undersetand anything?) [9] 3episode Taste Test Needed: Tasuketsu, Tasogare Outfocus, Kono Sekai wa Fukanzen Sugiru, Tensui no Sakuna-hime, Nige Jouzu no Wakagimi, Shikanoko, ATRI, Katsute Maho Shojo [8] Do I Have To…? (No I Don’t): BokuTsuma, Russian thing, 2.5jigen no Ririsa, Cardfight Vanguard, Wistoria, 0saiji Start DDash Monogatari, Isekai Suicide Squad, Isekai Moriarty thing (does this really exist?) Sequel/Spinoff/Remake Hell: SHY S2, Oshi no Ko S2, Megami no Cafe Terrace S2, NieR S2, Kinnikuman, Kimisen S2, Sengoku Youko, Fairy Tail Light Novel/Isekai/Villainess/Mecha/Sentai/Harem/Cross Dressing/Video Game Hell: Maou-gun, Shinmai Ossan, Gimai Seikatsu, Parry anime, Giji Harem, Senpai wa Otokonoko, Hazure Waku, Grendizer U, Dahlia, Mob kara blah, Isekai Yururi Kikou, Isekai Shikkaku, Koi wa Futago de Warikirenai, Nazeboku Idol/Vtuber/AI/Musical Hell: Vtuber nanda ga, Mayonaka Punch (BUT I might give it 1-2eps)

Expected Load: 7-8

I hope to drop as many as possible (as usual). I might also watch Geass if I have the time...

TV & Streaming

Not much going on in spring & summer, plus my favourite comfort show got cancelled....

What I Watched Disney+/Hulu: Tracker, X-Men ’97, Shogun, The Acolyte*, The Bear S3* Netflix: Baby Reindeer, Anti-Hero* (TBS) Apple TV: Sugar, Dark Matter, Presumed Innocent* HBO: House of the Dragon S2* CBS: NCIS S21, NCIS: Hawai’i S3 ABC: Will Trent S2 BBC: Blue Lights S2, The Responder S2 NHK: Fune wo Amu Others: The Chosen S4 (app)

Total series completed: 13 Ongoing: 5 Full-length films watched: 25

What I will Watch Netflix: Tokyo Swindlers(?) Disney+/Hulu: Only Murders in the Building S4 Apple TV: Slow Horses S4, Sunny, Presumed Innocent*, Lady in the Lake(?), Pachinko S2, Bad Monkey HBO: House of the Dragon S2*, The Penguin(?) ITV: Joan

Hope we get a sleeper hit like Baby Reindeer this season!

[seiwas]

sel i would love an emoji 🥺 maybe 🍧 since it's fitting :3 Fairytail is easily one of my favourite animes. One of them sleeper loves if you will!! I don't think about it often, but when I do i get so 🥺🥺 I think it was my third anime? but I love them all so much. I haven't watched it in a while but it BLEW my mind that yuichi nakamura was once again, the VA of one of my fav's (fun fact if you didnt know already!!) no worries about the character ! i think it's so sweet you don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable <33 you're truly a sweetheart sel ♥🦋 and the nanami au..

smth abt finding love in places you shouldn’t and in situations you didn’t think you’d ever be in idk

I agree !!! i'm not sure if this is what you were going for, but my personal take.. he seems like the type of man to try not to get too close to someone 🥺 especially in his line of business 🥺 not to mention his "frankly noone would care" (I WOULD, I CARE SO MUCH) 😭😭 i don't think it would be unwanted - but i think him falling would be involuntary.. slow? unpredicted 🥺 if its a canon timeline, then i feel like he would hold himself back - if nothing but to stop you from getting caught up in the mess of curses :( then the angst... there would be so much of it 😭😭 the shibuya nightmare if followed through.. imagine 🥺 your favourite customer.. the one with gentle hands and sweet words and warmth that conveys safety.. the one that you shouldn't be falling in love with but you are 🥺 suddenly disappears 🥺🥺😭😭 WAAAHHH SEL I MADE MYSELF SO SAD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH PLS

that’s cute!!! okie 🥹, 🍧 anon it is 🥹 your tag will be: #nonie.🍧 in case you want to search for your asks!!

i was so into fairy tail i think i downloaded all the episodes 😭😭 i loved lucy loads and shipped her with everyone omg 😭😭😭 and pls 😭😭 i was so shocked when i first found out that he voiced gray too akzjsj IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW THAT U THINK ABT IT… the gray to gojo pipeline…

i do think nanami isn’t the type to seek out services like that so in a way i agree!! that he isn’t so much the type to ~~get close 🥺 my nanami x escort!reader au isn’t in the canonverse (i envision it as modern!) but i do agree 🥺 that idt he ever purposely seeks out love, nor does he purposely try to fall in love 🥺 and it happens organically, very slowly like you said! the way you described everything just shot a bullet straight through my heart omg 😭😭😭 the angst would be insane 😭😭😭 ure right 😭😭😭

[sleepless-knights]

Human atrocities are already bad enough, obviously. But on top of all that, around the time guns were invented, they turned on the supernatural world. 

Everyone had coexisted to the best of their abilities prior to that. Yes, some folk were predatory, it just meant humans were no longer at the top of the food chain. But there were other checks in place, such as magics and knights and peacekeepers within the communities themselves. Humans were integrated, part of this world. 

But that wasn’t enough for some. With jealousy and rage, growing religions and bloodlust during a time of innovation, those who would later be described as sleepers attacked. These beasts and folk were strong, but not as strong as a bullet or a mortar. You can’t run from subterfuge, from well timed attacks laced with the bane of your kind. 

those that were not driven to extinction were sent into hiding. Entire species of folk were written into just bedtime stories. Everything humankind did with these creatures was nothing more than a fairy tail, and the age of innovation went on without them. 

Old families of mages lived on in hiding. Some more monstrous folk adapted to appear more human. Others simply became rulers from the shadows, or at least learned to change their diets. Over time, more communities grew, the age of the internet facilitating even more communication. More species became more modern, witchcraft becoming more of a lost art compared to the ease of today’s technology. But the growing turmoil of the modern day makes it even more unsafe to walk proudly in the sun. 

[the9-space-whales]

Oh Sleeper Awake

Bluejay stared down at the body in the bed, an emotionless expression on her face. Cosmo had finally passed and suddenly Bluejay was faced with everything that had led up to this moment, from her birth to Cosmo’s sickness, and now here. She felt many things- distraught mostly, but she also felt a strange sense of calmness. The kind of calm that comes with the answer to a question you’d been asking for your whole life.

It was no secret among her friends and her siblings that Bluejay hated Cosmo, to the point she even refused to call the woman her mother. Most of the time, if someone asked, she called her her ‘birth mother,’ not that that helped much either. She didn’t feel like she had a mother. Sure, Winter raised her and her brothers and sisters, but she wasn’t motherly. She was a caretaker.

Not a mother.

And it took Cosmo’s final breath leaving her body for Bluejay to realize why she’d done this. She had always resented her real mother for not caring for them beyond preparing them- her sisters, specifically, Cosmo couldn’t care any less about her sons- for the throne. The classes and disappointment weren’t out of love, they weren’t because she was their mother and they her daughters; it was because she had to. And Bluejay hated her for it, and she would continue to do so. No matter what she felt watching her in the eerie stillness of death.

There was a reason now, and it wasn’t because Cosmo hadn’t loved them. She had, but it was too dangerous to show it. Standing there, watching her mother, Bluejay felt no sadness. Quite frankly, she didn’t feel anything about her mother being dead.

She was distraught because this meant it was now her responsibility to care for the country and its people.

And suddenly, she wasn’t ready.

Bluejay barely recognized the sound of the door shutting before realizing she’d left the room. Shaking her head, she didn’t think as her feet led her to her comfort space.

Azrael. Rosemarie. The two doves amongst a flock of pigeons in Bluejay’s humble opinion.

“Hiya, Bluejay!” Rosey chirped as soon as the door to the two girls’ home opened. Since Bluejay couldn’t live outside her designated floor, the other two got their own home on Azrael’s level so Bluejay could visit whenever she needed to.

Azrael’s head appeared from the kitchen. “You aren’t looking so good, dove, why don’t you sit down? I’ll bring you some tea.”

“Thanks,” Bluejay breathed, tired eyes landing on Rosey lounging across the couch, the book she’d been reading now face down on her chest.

“Hey, what happened?” the pink-haired girl questioned, her bubbly happiness vanishing the second she noticed her friend’s face. “We’re here to listen, any time.”

“I know,” Bluejay murmured, laying back on the couch with her eyes closed. “What are you reading?”

Rosey was quiet for a moment before answering, likely noticing the change of subject. “It’s The Tails and Tales, it’s a collection of fairy tales. The original ones meant to scare kids.”

Azrael entered the room with a kettle and some cups. “Those kids have it so much nicer these days. No more terrifying stories about why you shouldn’t try flying earlier than you’re meant to.”

Rosey snorted. “That’s just because they know better now.”

“We were dumb kids,” Bluejay huffed, her laugh nearly humorless. “Only takes seeing your siblings or cousins falling to their deaths a couple of times before you realize what not to do and teach that to your own kids.”

Warmth spread across Bluejay’s face as a piping hot cup of tea was held underneath her nose. She thanked the beautiful ginger quietly as she took it, relishing the warmth of the cup in her hands.

“Are you gonna talk about what’s wrong or do you just want us to be here?” the girl asked, her voice as soft as the expression on her face.

Bluejay sighed. “You can’t mention this to anyone else until it’s officially released, okay?” The two females nodded. “My mother just died, about two hours ago. Before you say anything, that’s not why I’m… not happy.”

“Then what’s making you unhappy?”

“Well, since Cosmo is dead, there’s a need for a new Queen, which, me being the oldest, falls onto my shoulders. And I don’t want it.”

Rosey sat up and turned to face Bluejay. “Why not? Everyone dreams of that kind of stuff.”

“Well, yeah, it’s all well and good until you realize the true responsibilities that come with it. The whole ‘heavy on the heart but light upon the head’ kind of thing.” She sat back further into the cushions. “No one in history has declined the throne. Makes it hard to say no. But I don’t want it. I bet I’m not the first, everyone else was just a bunch of cowards, too afraid to be the first.”

“Then be the first.”

Bluejay’s eyes looked to Azrael’s, searching for any ounce of uncertainty. But there was none. Only clarity. Confidence.

“Every day, I strive to be like you,” Bluejay smiled. “Winter’s gonna strangle me when she hears this.”

“Don’t think about Winter, or anyone else really.” Azrael’s hand gently tugged on one of Bluejay’s ears. Clarity. “Think about yourself, how you feel, and what you want. Don’t let what others want dictate your future. It’s not selfish to yearn for something else.”

Bluejay was desperately holding back tears. “Stars, you gotta stop that kind of stuff. I’m gonna cry.”

“Cry, then,” she shot back with joking cruelty. “It’s not shameful to have emotions, you know. And you know I’ll never stop. You’re my friend, it’s my job to know you practically more than you know yourself.”

Cosmo hadn’t kept her distance because she didn’t love them. She’d done it so they wouldn’t be blinded by grief before taking the throne. And that wasn’t the kind of future Bluejay wanted with Azrael.

997 words

[real-life-pine-tree]

MASSIVE SQUEE INCOMING!!!!!!!

🤩🤩🤩

[melanexe]

                ♥*♡+:｡.｡ Fairy Tail Archetype ｡.｡:+♡*♥

"Fairy Tail" is a play on the term "Fairy tales" and the word "Tail" references the fact that all the members of this series are animals.

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Each "Fairy Tail" monster is an anthropomorphic animal based on a princess from classic fairy tale stories.

All "Fairy Tail" monsters have a book (or a scroll in the case of "Luna") on their tails, adorned by a big ribbon.

Their artworks share a background adorned with a royal pattern (albeit in different colors for each card) along with some bubbles that surround the monster.

Fairy Tails have effects that allows to disrupt opponent's plays along with effects that helps to swarm the field and search cards.

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Snow (Squirrel)- Flips an opponent's monster face-down upon normal/special summon, and allows herself to be special summoned from the graveyard during either player's turn. Snow White

Rella (Dog)- Prevents other monsters from being targeted by Spell cards and equips herself an Equip Spell Card from hand, deck or graveyard. Cinderella

Luna (Fox)-  Returns an opponent's monster to the hand during either player's turn and searches another monster when she is normal summoned. The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter

Sleeper (Cat)- Flip monster that special summons a monster from your hand, and allows to change an opponent's normal Spell/Trap effect. Sleeping Beauty

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[real-life-pine-tree]

Thank you so much! The four Fairy Tail monsters are both cute and powerful, a perfect combination!

(I’m still somewhat bitter that the dub removed the scene...)

This particular screenshot goes out to my dear friend, @real-life-pine-tree! She is a big fan of the Fairy Tail series, and all four monsters are displayed in the window! Love ya! 

Also, these shop owners apparently cosplayed the frog and pigeon reporters. XD

[ygo-colors]

Fairy Tail - Talia/Fairy Tail - Sleeper

[hedgehogcryptid]

Hey so, does anyone have recs for Fairy Tail fics that aknowledge how shady the whole guild is without taking it to dark!fic territory?

I mean, things like the fact that both Natsu and Erza have explicitly killed people with no real remorse (they didn't enjoy it, but they're not drowning in guilt either)

Or that they had a damn sleeper agent in the government

And Gray managed to very convincingly join a dark guild, no problem (and it's a point during the nirvana arc too, even if it's treated as a joke. That Natsu could become evil and no one would see much difference)

And now that I think about it, Gajeel was also an infiltrator. Hell, three successful spies is a lot for an organization that pretends to be filled with straightforward harmless idiots.

They repeatedly declare war for the express purpose of vengeance despite the fact that, by law, they can't

Natsu trying to remember if he did anything ilegal the moment he sees the police is not just a joke, he could really go to jail (and he should. But Fairy Tail is well connected and they would get him out)

I would really like fics who include these things instead of just their goofy aspects, but I don't need the yandere! or evil! character tags, you know what I mean?