#prxestigiae

[aeceso]

meta: love & all it entitles. ; )

if one stripped away all the layers of pain and disappointed hopes and expectations as well as the grief that has found a home in her heart,  the one thing that would be left at the core of who porlyusica is, it would be love. love for her friends, for her family (small and cracked as it is these days), for her work.  she is a passionate woman who feels things very strongly---and who feels the pain keenly. and yet, despite all the hurt she has experienced, she persists. 

it may be difficult to see due to how much of a reclusive she has become along the years and hard to believe with all the tales of how she supposedly hates other people, but she spent years on the goal of becoming a medical doctor. years on studying lacrima so she could use them for medical purposes. years on getting enough control of her magic that she could twist it into something capable of healing. those are acts of care, acts of love.

porlyusica loves, and it tears her to shreds sometimes. it is better to keep some distance, to keep herself from getting too attached because so often, pain is what follows any measure of attachment she has for others. 

[moonshrouded]

❛   this  the  kind  of  thanks  i  get ?  ❜ hahahaha future rogue. sassy ass KDNDKDB

darkness shrouds her. it was hardly a lonely place she found herself. even where despair reigns, she feels at home. she was merely an outcast, barely a silhouette of the woman she once was. inwardly twisted into a gruesome creature, her fangs hide behind painted lips, waiting to bare when provoked.

she has no current use for such hostilities. as far as humans went, he was tolerable. the demoness even allowed him to linger nearby indefinitely. this man proved to be a useful 'caretaker'. his most recent charity to keeping prying eyes away from the perimeter. his shadow magic was truly unchallenged.

perhaps, men could be useful after all.

❛ if it's gratitude you're looking for . . . look elsewhere. ❜ seilah offers minimal attention, her eyes stricken to her grimoire. turning the dust littered pages, she acts as though he wasn't even there.

the silence she gives becomes deafening. she slams her book shut, nails gliding across its leather bound as she rises. ❛ i host you out of the 'kindness' of my heart, dear dragon king. ❜ she approaches the man, perhaps a little too close for comfort, his stature towering over her petite frame. her eyes blacken, as if to peer through him. he carries a growing void, cracks forming amongst his very sanity. seilah, who was all too good at unraveling ones mind, only studies him further. then she turns away, ❛ and don't bother trying to convince me that you have elsewhere to go. this world has no love for beings like you and i. my 'thank-less' nature is only a fragment of what you'd experience out there. you should be the one thanking me. ❜ with this, a haunting smile spreads.

[anguisia]

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✩  yukino aguria lore.   ╱  accepting ✩

1.   yukino keeps her hair short because her sister did so when they were children. she wanted to emanate her strength in some way. she wanted to look in the mirror & see a part of her, as she believed she never would again. 2.   however, yukino never wore ribbons like sorano. she never quite figured out how to keep them in her hair without falling off. so she used ribbons to accentuate the flowers she wears instead. 3.   as a child, yukino would pray to the gods every night. as an adult, she does not. 4.   yukino keeps her nails short simply because she hates the feeling of them extending past her fingertips. 5.   yukino summons each of her spirits at least once a month, even if they’re not needed. she does this to simply check up on them, express gratitude, connect with them, & ask if they’re still content with their contract.

6.   her favorite alcoholic drink is merlot, but she doesn't drink much. 7.   yukino wears skirts more often than pants, when not in uniform. they're usually longer than depicted in canon & more conservative. she simply finds them more comfortable. 8.   despite often dressing very ‘lady-like’, it doesn't stop her from exhibiting her martial art skills. she always wears biker shorts or spanx under her dresses or skirts for obvious reasons. 9.   yukino's favorite color is pale violet. 10.   yukino weight trains. just another practice to break the ‘celestial spirit mages are physically weak’ stigmas. 11.   in regards to muscle, she has most strength in her legs & thighs. her arm strength is above average, but a working progress. 12.   yukino collects tea. especially ones from outside of fiore. she hopes to have tea from each country on the continent someday. 13.   yukino wears very lite make-up. usually only concealer, mascara, & tinted lip balm. when she's feeling extra, she pops on some light pink blush. 14.   yukino is a pretty good cook. minerva often teaches her to prepare dishes. 15.   but she's an even better baker. 16.   speaking of baked goods, her favorite pastry would be lemon bars or lemon cakes. 17.   yukino prefers rose-gold or gold jewelry over silver. the silver tends to blend or clash with her hair color. 18.   yukino got her naval pierced with she was feeling rebellious at age 15, but it didn't last long. she stop wearing it after a few years. 19.   aside from her earlobes, yukino also has a tragus piecing. 20.   yukino is obsessed with hygiene. more specifically with her teeth. she's always brushing her teeth or carrying dental care items where ever she goes. 21.   a watch is her go to accessory. mostly because she's very neurotic & obsessed with keeping time. 22.   yukino seems like a morning person & she is, mind you. she wakes up early with little effort, but she actually prefers night time. 23.   yukino hates wearing gloves. she finds them restricting & they tend to get in the way if she's needing to pull out her spirit keys. 24.   continuing from the previous bullet, she likes to keep her hands bare because she relies a lot on physical touch during jobs. if she needs a certain spirit key quickly, without looking — she deciphers them based on the feel of them. 25.   yukino's favorite gems are pearls & for crystals, it’s celestite. 26.   yukino is very good at drawing. her tools of choice are graphite pencils & ink pens. she enjoys drawing intricate, detail oriented abstract designs. 27.   when it comes to her lifestyle, she's very minimalistic. for example: she could fit all her outfits in two suitcases. 28.   the only exception to the former bullet is that she loves shoes. she has too many shoes. it's her guilty pleasure. 29.   yukino’s shoe size is 6 in american sizes. tiny feet. 30.   horror movies are her favorite type of movies. 31.   yukino love macrame. she finds it calming & enjoys keeping her hands busy. she especially loves weaving dream catchers. 32.   yukino's favorite herb is cinnamon. 33.   yukino's favorite types of plants are philodendron. 34.   yukino's favorite flower is the white tiger lily. 35.   yukino love candles. she's a strong believer in aroma therapy. 36.   yukino loves collecting antiques & other unique items. things like china sets, refurbished clocks, old books, & other vintage decor. it's probably the only other thing she isn't so minimalist about. she's a grandma at heart & has no shame. 37.   yukino always reads before bed. she prefers nonfiction usually. 38.   when she does read fiction, she prefers horror novels & poetry. 39.   speaking of reading, yukino has immense interest in history & 'science'. she loves learning things for pleasure. 40.   yukino is also prone to migraines under stress. 41.   yukino's favorite animals are snakes and lizards. she will definitely have one or the other as a pet in the future. 42.   yukino suffers from low blood pressure. often feeling faint & unusually cold to the touch as a result. 43.   yukino is a very attentive friend. she’s the kind of person that would text back immediately and remember the smallest details someone mentions. 44.   her favorite season is winter. 45.   yukino is weird about strangers touching her. even on the shoulder or her hand, she tends to withdraw & politely ask them to stop. 46.   yukino knows the name of every known constellation in the galaxy. as a child, she used to make up names for certain star arrangements she loved. 47.   yukino very strict about herself getting 8-9 hours of sleep. 48.   assuming some popular modern day holidays exist in fairy tail, her favorite would be halloween, while new years is her second favorite. 49.   yukino's favorite coffee beverage is café con leche. 50.   yukino loves thunderstorms. loves them.

[fairybond]

‘ hearteyes ‘ lisanna uwu

Send hearteyes for some sappy crush talk

She had been smiling to herself about nothing as she browsed the items in the shop, or so she’d thought anyway. Just minding her own business, you know? But the shopkeeper had thrown a teasing remark her way about it and caught her off guard.

            “You look like a girl with a someone special on her mind. Who is it~?”

Lisanna had, of course, denied having any sort of special someone ( with her cheeks turning pink at the sudden thoughts jumping to mind ) and she continued to deny it all the way through her purchase…but now that she was on her way back to her apartment, free from the knowing eyes of those around…she caught herself smiling again.

She clipped her brand-new keychain to her set of keys and admired it as it rested in her hand. In the shape of a small, flying dragon silhouette, the shiny, black stone glinted in the light, with little red gems serving as the eyes.

Smiling warmly at it, she clutched it tight in her hand and wondered what her friend might think of it. She thought it was cute herself, and a nice reminder of him to have around, but she couldn’t be sure of his reaction. He was a hard one to read at times.

She sighed at that, but recalled the glimpses she’d gotten of beneath his masks. She supposed there would be plenty of people who thought him to be an all too serious type. He was certainly a hard worker, always putting in the long hours and doing whatever he could for the sake of others ( something she could admire, honestly, even if it made her worry for him ).

He was so kind, and always gentle with her; his fingertips had been featherlight against her skin when he had skimmed them along her arm, and tucked her hair behind her ear that time. Being able to help him get some much-needed sleep had been reward enough on its own, but to have such tender touches come about from it…

A smile shaped her lips as she turned her eyes up to the sky. The sun was warm and comforting, yet she had a feeling that even if the weather had been terrible, she still would have felt some warmth, simply fuelled by the memories floating in her mind.

How unexpected it was, to have him be such a presence in her life. She found she could hardly imagine not having him in it. Messaging him or calling him, or seeing him in person, it all seemed so natural now. Talking with him had come so easy, she thought, perhaps because they had both shared rather lighthearted topics to begin with, random thoughts and almost nonsensical questions. Shifting into deeper conversations…she knew there was still some work to be done on that, but if he was willing to open up, then so was she ( even if the thought was still scary ).

He had a lot on his mind, that was the impression she got. He held a lot to himself, but he was not cold. No, she could picture the warmth in his eyes clearly, she could remember glimpses of his smiles too. Smiles she wished she could see more of and have aimed her way.

He was so…pretty. She almost giggled at the thought, sure he would have something to say if she ever mentioned that’s what she thought ( she might even get a blush out of him, if she was lucky ). And she was sure she could happily spend an entire day playing with the soft strands of his hair, running her fingers through it, and stroking gently.

Such an action calmed her, and she hoped it would do the same for him too. His was a comforting presence, reassuring. Did he think the same of her? Perhaps it was better not to know what he thought of her, on second thought…

She might not have a ‘special someone’, she knew, but he was special to her.

[bladeslost]

📜 🌝

🗡 @prxestigiae

Talon: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

Rogue: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially—

Talon, desperately, as Rogue bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE.

Rogue: Oh! B positive.

Talon: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE.

Rogue:

incorrect quotes ! / accepting.

[aitheros]

shrek au 😇

i.  sting is an assassin with a very high pay grade. catch him at the poison apple at night often just chilling tbh.

ii.  sting’s best friend is still a cat. he does talk but he does not wear boots, i’m afraid.

iii.  sting was cursed by a forest witch ( lol, probably seilah ) who once hired him to kill a prince. but upon meeting him, he refused & allowed him to escape. for said contract breach, she casts a spell on him.

iv. sting's curse is that he turns into a dragon during the day. he, however, cannot harm the witch who cursed him. yes, he has That kind of iconic curse. & yes, true love's kiss would break it but he actually enjoys being a dragon. also he has no true love unfortunately.

v. as a dragon, he often watches over said prince, knowing full well he's not safe. but also because he's rather fond of him.

send me an au & i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it  ╱  accepting !

[killrate]

“ i’m a simple person. i see a cool rock , i pick it up. “

♡ @prxestigiae

Admittedly, she wasn’t expecting that one. She’d read just about any issue that Rogue Cheney had been featured on since she was fifteen, and... Never any mention of that, not even in the useless trivia that was certainly incorrect, because none of the magazines seemed to ever agree on his hobbies.

She blinks, a tiny ‘ ah ‘ can just barely be heard out of her.

❝Do you collect them? ... I used to collect mushrooms. The poisonous ones. I thought they were neat, too. Actually, I still do think they are, I just kinda lost the habit, I guess.❞ She giggles. 

[timeshrouded]

bee movie au bish 8l

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

lets fucking GOOOOOO

i. as we all know, the bee is sting, the woman who dumps her fiance for a bee is ultear and ofc, jellal is the fiance. we all know this. it is fact

ii. sting’s best friend is also ofc still rogue—but did you know the person playing the evil lawyer was f!rogue?? and that rogue got injured by stinging him in court?

iii.  taking the place of ray lioetta, hwo we all know is the affulent honey company owner, is jiemma. and yes, jiemma did attempt to murder sting in court and it helped the bees win in court.

iv. ultear’s day job is actually a lawyer in this au so it works out well. she’s always been pro-animal kingdom. 

[sensoriella]

[ entwine ]

she still couldn’t get used to days like this — checking in with council, as if they regularly needed to convince them that they hadn’t made a mistake.  meredy struggled with the reintegration more than she let on.  while her hands may have been arguably cleaner than the others, she didn’t feel quite as confident through an outsider’s eyes.  they were all just criminals to them.  the severity of their crimes blurred into one common sin by association.  it didn’t always matter how hard she tried, the sacrifices she made to help everyone during the war.  such a feat left her exhausted, without even a sliver of visible gratitude.  not that she asked for it.  she would’ve done the same if her story ended with her in a jail cell.  it was just who she was — or more accurately, who she wanted to be.  someone who would right her wrongs, prove to herself that she was capable of putting others before herself and her tightly knit group of loved ones.

those feelings of insecurity were less prominent with him.  she wasn’t just another assignment, but an ally — a friend.  

she stood outside the chamber doors, hands at her side.  her fingers tapped erratically against her cloak, barely noticing her own actions.  the anxiety began to nestle itself within her heart, filling her with a nagging dread.  meredy imagined freedom differently than this.  just as she would’ve nearly collapsed into an endless pool of fear, she felt a touch to her hand — freezing instantly at his gesture.  their fingers became intertwined before she could process what was happening.  meredy urges her bones to not shake.  she wouldn’t want to reveal exactly how terrified she was — how weak she must’ve seemed.  now, it wasn’t the council that scared her.  a tiny smile plays at her cheeks, angling her head slightly to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye. she struggled to fully meet his face.

as several moments of silence, she finds her voice.  ❛ thank you . . . for being here. ❜  meredy’s hand tightens around his, praying that the moment wouldn’t be interrupted anytime soon.

  ♡  —  —  —  —  —  nonverbal memes.   ╱   accepting !

[crocusblooms]

“ ah, well. no cure for stupidity. i suppose i’ll just have to rein him in myself. “ 🌝🌝🌝

Green eyes widened a touch - perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to have divulged unto Rogue all the details of her recent encounter with Sting Eucliffe. He hadn’t been too much of a hindrance, really... hadn’t tarnished any rare blooms or trashed flower beds, as some visitors had in the past. He could have done much worse, his presence had been simply... unexpected. 

    “ Oh, no, it’s no trouble, really! Just odd ... does he always eat flowers? I had always imagined dragons to be more carnivorous, so I suppose I was just curious... ” 

SENTENCE STARTERS

[chaoticor]

❛   no,  i  don’t  understand .  ❜ // for natsu uwu

sour sentence starter / accepting 

it wasn’t rogue’s fault — not really. he was a lot wiser in that weird ass dream world natsu was in though. but hey, at least he wasn’t y’know starting some dragon apocalypse thing. win some, lose some. 

“i said: have you ever felt that feeling when you feel like you’re in a space that you’ve never been before but you feel like you’ve been there? like....uhhh lime a null spaces? ever have that? unlike limes, you cant eat them though. since its a feeling. huh...i wonder why they call them lime a null spaces when they’re feelings....”

[seraphias]

‘  sometimes  men  are  unredeemable  shits .  ’ : ))))

“ please  .  .  .  don’t kid yourself. women can be just as irredeemable. ”  sorano has encountered her share of vipers in the form of feminine grace. devious and condescending — each word spoken like honey but dripping with poison. some women bury their claws in the backs of the innocent before they have a chance to turn around. sorano knew the weight of such influences, the lack of warmth they provided, as if they carried winter in their very soul. 

some people act as if they are not redeemable, some people truly believing it. some people are simply incapable of change.

in that moment, her thoughts flash to karen. the miserable wench. sorano didn’t give her the opportunity to be redeemed. she wouldn’t have believe her anyways, if she said she wanted that. but even karen surely had her merits. as painful as it was for her to internally admit. the very fear in her eyes, before meeting sweet demise, was a sign that she did have feelings. somewhere. deep, deep down.

for so long, sorano thought herself to be one of those people. no better than karen. it all changed when she found her sister. like the mechanisms of her heart began turning all at once. a chest cavity once filled with webs and spiders, were dusted off by yukino’s gentle hands. after that reunion, sorano urged herself to become someone capable of redemption. she no longer likes to believe people can’t be saved. she would prefer to use the phrase ‘won’t be saved’, as this was a matter of choice now.

“ alright. but if i must be honest and totally unbiased. i don’t believe that’s necessarily true. i think some people just don’t have a reason to want to be saved. they choose not to be redeemed. those are the kind of people — that spend their lives digging their own grave. i was one of them. for a long time. and i pity them. ”

the umbrella academy starters.   ╱   accepting !

[emperorvastia]

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ x infinity 🌝

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses / accepting

much like with sting; lyon didn’t pay much mind to the twin dragons and also like with sting—in his head had them confused on who is who. sure, they dress to their aesthetic so he could make a good guess on which one was light and shadow but their name’s? nah. besides wouldnt it be funny if the light one was named rogue.

when theyre together, its....pretty silent i would think. lyon isnt one to always strike up conversation unless its needed and rogue is...well, himself. two dudes just chilling quietly. lyon would probably end up talking to frosch more.

.......definitley shows rogue pictures of his cat without prompting. like suddenly remembering he has an entire album in his photo and the quiet turns into awkward quiet? carl ii’s cuteness is a way to break the ice so to speak. look at him. so cute,,,

when they do eventually talk, lyon probably likes rogue?? i cant see him disliking him for any reason. maybe a bit weary after the gmg stuff but shit happens my guy, lyon is Well Aware there is fucked up magic in the world.

on that note, lyon is a very pragmatic person. so like. anything happens? he’ll try to be prepared but as far as he’s concerned nothing involving rogue is his problem unless it becomes his problem. 

also on the previous note: they probably find a strong bond in fellow coffee drinkers. if rogue is in zinnia, lyon gives him the best five cafes. if lyon is in edelweiss, probably the same treatment. maybe one time they even go together and compare and contrast the different coffees because no matter where he is, what time, the weather—lyon’s drinking iced coffee.

as with anyone who goes to lamia scale for a visit, lyon will warn them ahead of time of...neil. and probably try to run interference for rogue as a favor. coffee buddy solidarity etc etc 

[fairybond]

Head tips to the side just enough to bonk onto the smaller girls shoulder. Mouth slightly parted as the dragon slayer slowly drifts off to sleep. // ~lisanna

While it was not the first time ( far from it, actually ) that Rogue had ended up leaning upon her and falling asleep, a sense of warmth welled within her chest regardless. There would always be something special and rewarding about having him be so comfortable around her as to allow himself to sleep.

But, as always, he had slumped against her in a position she knew would earn him a sore neck later and would have her in some discomfort herself soon too. A sigh escaped her smiling lips, “You’re quite inconvenient sometimes y'know, Mr Sleeping Beauty…”

A small adjustment allowed her turn enough to better see his face, studying the familiar lines of his features, and determining he really was asleep. She raised her hand to shape the side of his cheek, intending to then use her thumb on his chin to gently close his mouth ( as she didn’t fancy the risk of being drooled on ), but…instead, she brushed her thumb back and forth along his lower lip in a featherlight caress, her eyes drawn to the contact like a magnet.

Ever so delicately, she played with his lip, a giggle threatening to bubble up through her. Better not test her luck, she thought, best to let him rest peacefully too. And yet…she couldn’t resist shifting her thumb to his upper lip, easing it up slightly to peek at pearly white and protruding fangs. An inexplicable blush heated her cheeks, and she withdrew her hand, resting it instead over her heart ( which had started to thump in an irregular rhythm ).

She took a breath, then another, to center herself, forcing her mind to work on the issue at hand, of transferring Rogue to a more comfortable position. She sighed and braced herself to move, slowly changing her weight to her hands as she tried to ease her way out from him. After several painstaking moments, she was free and had Rogue lying down, stretched out to take the place she had been occupying.

Despite her efforts to move, she didn’t intend on leaving him. Instead, after stroking his hair for a moment ( or three ), she sat on the floor, close to him to keep him company in his slumber.

“Sleep well, Rogue…” He’d have to sleep for the both of them, after all, as she had a feeling she wouldn’t be resting easy for some time now, not while certain thoughts and images of moments ago tried to settle in her mind.

[bladeslost]

📂 📂 📂 📂 📂 📂 : )

🗡 @prxestigiae

i. Talon is multilingual, and learning the different alphabets was the hardest part of the entire process.

ii. He has a very intense stare - and makes what we call ' aggressive eye-contact '. Many have noted before that he has an empty stare.

iii. Talon hates seeking the help of any of the Du Couteau manor's servants, and the only one he ever approaches is the scribe... Because, again, his handwriting is just dog-shit.

iv. He has one living relative out there; but neither one knows of the other's existence. Talon has no memory of her, and while she remembers him, she doesn't know he remains alive─and hasn't seen him since she was eight years old. No pictures of him, either. Only her memory to rely on - and Talon looks very different as an adult than he did as a child. She could not recognize him if she saw his face today.

v. He has prominent canines. Talon does not smile often, but when he does─they're hard to miss.

vi. When Talon lost his memory, he was literate. However, life on the streets didn't require much reading - and so that skill became extremely rusty overtime. His grammar was not perfect for a while.

random headcanons / always accepting.

[aitheros]

poppy

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

physical affection, verbal reassurance, & attention mostly. he hates self isolation. when he’s upset, anxious, has a case of the sads or whatever — he needs to be around the people he loves. he needs to be held & listened to. when he needs comforts, he needs it in the most literal sense. sting surrounds himself with the people & things that make him happy, tangible, present, safe, secure & comfortable. he doesn’t need advice necessarily, just someone to tell him that he’s not alone. in conjunction with that, he finds his crystal earring comforting. even just touching it & reminding himself it’s there. it’s the only object he carries of weisslogia’s — literally, as it was forged form his ashes & when he needs to feel strong, he focuses on it. it helps him feel like he didn’t truly leave him.

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.   ╱   accepting !