#resolvebound — macbeth

[steeltempered]

Macbeth was in her bed again (surprise surprise), with the Audacity of rolling onto his side and pulling most of the blanket with him. // disaster roommates of course 😌

@resolvebound

This has to be a joke. It has to be.

Perhaps the fact that Macbeth was in her bed ( again! ) was on her, because why would she have gotten home so late - knowing that Macbeth liked her room best?

But no matter, she'd dealt with it, even when Macbeth had taken the very center of the bed - leaving her at the corner of it. Juvia loves sleeping in the middle of the mattress so much, but getting Macbeth to move is a lot like trying to lift a vehicle.

But to have the bed covers ripped away from her like that? Leaving her limbs exposed to the chill of the night?!

Absolutely. Not.

"You're kidding! Macbeth─!" Juvia sits up violently, her immediate reflex being to yank back at the blankets.

He's not letting go, and seeing his figure laying, not budging... Is insulting. Huffing, Juvia gives it another tug, throwing her body back. And sure, the blankets slip then... But barely. "Ugh!"

She lays back down at that point, cold, annoyed, and half-awake. "You are a nightmare!" She whisper-shouts.

Fine. Fine! She can be a real piece of work, too.

So Juvia rolls over onto her side, until her movement is stopped by Macbeth's supposedly-sleeping body. She sleepily stares into the back of his head, though not for long, because her lids are heavy and her eyes feel dry. She closes her eyes then.

But she does one last unforgivable thing - since he chose to make this particular night unpleasant for her thus far.

Juvia presses her ice-cold feet against the back of Macbeth's calves for warmth. And also, in hopes that he will end up recoiling at the contact.

[sinshckled]

"I suppose I could try." It wouldn't be his first time, now that he thinks about it. If he can fit in it ― which he can, since it's custom-made ― so should his sleeping bag.

"It wouldn't take too much room in the tent. . . would it ?"

"Hm...disappointing." What were they going to do with a perfectly good coffin now then? "Maybe you should sleep in it."

[firecreated]

#firecreated | Private & Selective OC | Fairy Tail Manga | Low Activity

Frankie is a Fire-make mage that has recently set up her own guild; Phoenix Dawn, after having lived most of her life in the wilderness.

She is a tol, Strong Girl, with a lot of drive and a bright, friendly nature.

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Resolvebound (Rogue, Gray, Freed, Macbeth, Leo, Frosch, Lector)

Varietales (Kagura, Millianna, Jenny, Evie, Bisca, Simon, Ichiya)

Curiositydriven (Jason)

Datamerchant (Mags, archive-mage OC)

Pokemon:

Steelbloomed (Amarys)

Aquoreus (Lisia)

[killrate]

👌 for macbeth lmao

& @resolvebound

“BEETLE JUICE, BEETLE JUICE, BEETLE JUICE.”

“Way-past-midnight.”

give an affectionate or derogatory nickname.

[curiositydriven]

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The muse: Jason is a super minor character who appears a few times in the Fairy Tail manga and anime. He is a reporter for the Sorcerer Weekly magazine and thinks that mages are the coooolest! He’s often a judge for mage competitions and events. He is energetic, emotional, and eager!

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Fairybond (Lisanna, Lucy, Levy)

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Varietales (Kagura, Millianna, Jenny, Evie, Bisca, Simon, Ichiya)

Datamerchant (Mags, archive-mage OC)

Firecreated (Frankie, fire-make mage OC)

Pokemon:

Steelbloomed (Amarys)

Aquoreus (Lisia)

[steeltempered]

Perhaps Macbeth had been rubbing off on Juvia a bit after all, because upon the swift movement from the other the minute he processed her cold feet against his warm skin... She was grinning. Deviously! To torment him a little more, she makes a second attempt to press her feet against him, but he’s quick.

“Mm-hmm! How does that feel, jerk?!” She’s not as quiet that time, and instinctively her hands come up to cover her own mouth. Hopefully she didn’t wake Lucy. And just a moment later, Juvia hugs herself and curls up into a little ball with a slight shiver when Macbeth lifts the covers off.

And she’s not sure if she’s fortunate for this, but as soon as she’s met with the warmth of his body, her fetal position is suddenly less tense - even as he locks her down with his leg over hers.

Foolish on her part, really. If she were clever enough, she would have beat him to it. But this is fine, she’s warm now, and if he’s done being obnoxious, then that’s even better!

Juvia tucks her arm underneath his, letting it hang loosely over his ribcage. 

In the quiet, she inhales deeply, and finally closes her eyes for the third time that night. 

Alas, after all that messing around, she finds that her eyelids are no longer as heavy.

Juvia only halfway opens her eyes before trying to look up at him. But she’s been pulled too close, and she simply cannot manage to tilt her head up.

“It was... Not good,” she admits. Usually, even if she’s had a terrible day, she will default to the common ‘ good, thank you ‘. But Juvia has time tonight. At least until she can find sleep again. Her voice is soft as she continues.

“I handed in a paper today. I spent two months writing it. My professor thought that what I researched was ‘ trivial ‘ and that I wasn’t connecting my points well enough. But that can’t be right. I excel at papers...” She realizes that she’s rambling too much. “I ask her questions to clarify, and she just doesn’t give me any helpful answers. I think she just doesn’t like me.” She scoffs.

A short pause. “How was yours?”

continued from here || @steeltempered

Tucked oh so snuggly beneath the blankets, he smiled, the expression hidden by the darkness as well as the material he held close. Her indignant outcry was far too fun, after all, he couldn’t deny it. She was rather easy to wind up, it was something he’d found he enjoyed about her.

The feel of her feeble attempt at pulling the blanket away from him brought him amusement, as he only held on tighter. Eyes remaining closed, he listened to her huff, picturing her frustrated expression with a certain fondness within himself that he would only guess was mere enjoyment. Nightmare. He almost gave himself away with a chuckle at that. She had no idea how much of a nightmare he could truly be.

As moments began to pass, a low sense of disappointment crept in. Had she given up? Was the fun over?

Tension coiled in his back at the sensation of her proximity, awareness a vivid presence that had his eyes opening in instant wariness. Before he could adjust to her being so near…her cold feet intruded in his space.

He jolted slightly at the contact, a hiss slipping between his teeth, mixing with a low growl as he jerked his legs away from her. Oh, she wanted to play it like that did she? She probably thought she was so clever. Truth be told, he almost admired her dirty tactics...but he wasn’t about to let her get away with such a heinous crime against him.

A rush of cold air swept over both of them (sacrifices had to be made) as he raised the blanket and rolled to face her in one swift movement. Even while still clutching the cover, he pulled her close, pressing her against his torso, for if she was going to make him share, he had to demand something in return (and unfortunately, body heat was more effective to him than a blanket). To prevent further atrocities against him, he moved his leg over hers in the hopes of securing her in place.

After such a flurry of movement, the silence and stillness was sharp. He closed his eyes once more, yet found he (for once) wasn’t exactly sleepy. Frowning, he waited a moment before speaking low and soft into the dark. “…how was your day?”

[daimondea]

It was no secret that Macbeth had trouble sleeping, or that he was often awake during the night while the others rested. And it wasn't uncommon that someone else would be awake at the same time, but still, he eyed his newest 'guildmate' in the dim lighting. "You should rest while you can," he advised, not out of any true concern, but rather more a sense of logic.

unprompted — @resolvebound​

hugging her cloak closer to her body, minerva glanced over at the speaker, looking for a motive out of pure reflex. no, she wasn’t going to pretend that he was saying it out of actual care for her wellbeing; she wasn’t foolish enough to think that anyone really cared about that anymore. but that didn’t change the fact that she automatically wondered what he got out of giving such advice.

ever jiemma orland’s daughter...

no, she needed to stop being so suspicious constantly. that thought process was part of why she got into this mess in the first place.  “ can’t sleep... “  whenever she closed her eyes, she saw the faces of those she had disappointed, and it had gotten to the point that the fallen lady couldn’t handle it. 

a shake of her head, and her hand moved to fiddle with a loose lock of hair, out of her trademark buns and hanging around her face. green eyes shifted back to macbeth, and she frowned.  “ what’s your excuse anyway? “  perhaps she was crossing a line, but at least it would be better than her nightmares.

[seraphias]

relationship tags.

✧ (  jellal ╱ novaliie  ) — i’ll be your best kept secret & your biggest mistake.

✧ (  yukino ╱ o-pleiades  ) — i don’t want to hurt your heart my dear.

✧ (  mary ╱ killrate  ) — gonna break the rules & hearts in twos.

✧ (  sherry ╱ verticordiia  ) — i keep a record of the wreckage in my life.

✧ (  macbeth ╱ resolvebound  ) — i’m no sweet dream but i’m a hell of a night.

✧ (  midnight ╱ steeltempered  ) — all we have to do is die a little to survive.

✧ (  ultear ╱ timeshrouded  ) — live fast die young，bad girls do it well.

more tba !

[chaoticor]

🔥 / showing up late in here but. the Siblings at the campfire ok

Send 🔥 to sit at a campfire with my muse

freedom was not something gained and truly, it felt like one of macbeth’s illusions almost all of the time. they weren’t even truly free, with their faces in each database, with people after them. it was that fear that drove her post breakout. there was an almost constant idea that only she make can attempt to let the others keep their freedom, that she would have to work hard for them. it was why ultear more or less forced her way into the watch for the night. perhaps it was an old habit, the idea only she can do something. does it count as a habit if the idea was poisoned in the mind to begin with? 

she was surprised when macbeth offered to stay up with her for watch. mostly because...well everything. the guilt of her failure crept up the more she saw him in front of her, seven years didn’t erase it—it was all she fixated on for so long, after all. how can you forget that? and then his anger, too in the aftermath of her failure. she couldn’t forget that either. she didn’t want to fail him—fail all of them again.

she needed to stay focused on the watch.

quietly, the fugitive once known as eclipse, the woman rarely known as ultear, spoke into the night. never looking at her only awake compnaion, for all she knew, he could be asleep just sitting up and sleeping. he did it often enough back then. “you can sleep if you want. i don’t mind staying up.”  macbeth always appreciated sleep. she owed him at least that, didn’t she? her eyes scaled across the others of the oracion seis, well, crime sorciere now with the added ones. she owed them all that now.

if she cant take them back to the past, the least she could do if offer them sleep.

[aitheros]

more relationship tags !

✧ sting & rogue ( resolvebound ) — ❛ take my hand，we’ll make it i swear.

✧ sting & lisanna ( fairybond ) — ❛ of all the things my hands have held，the best by far is you.

✧ sting & macbeth ( resolvebound ) — ❛ but i can’t hide my nihilist at my door.

✧ sting & priscilla ( pristessdivine ) — ❛ take me back to the night we met.

✧ sting & thalassa ( sacrecean ) — ❛ just hold on，we’re going home.

✧ sting & mary ( killrate ) — ❛ we’re not broken，just bent.

[arienheart]

Cue Macbeth staring at Minerva with unflinching focus

                       unprompted — @resolvebound​

normally, minerva thrived on attention, but in this case she would much rather go unnoticed.  ( illusionists, why did it have to be illusionists? )  sure, she understood that the tracking lacrima bracelet was annoying. she had worn hers for a year after her stint with the demons. hell, even being the council’s bitch was something she had gone through and could empathize with his struggle.

but that didn’t mean she had to.

tugging at her gloves almost absently, the tigress watched the man warily out of the corner of her eye. of course sting had agreed to watch over a gods-damned illusionist. the one kind of mage she didn’t have a strong defense against even at the best of times.  “ do you mind? “  arrogance, the typical armor of sabertooth, that would have to protect her for now.

[timeshrouded]

once upon a time @resolvebound​ / macbeth said: "Are you still thinking about them?" / sibs! 👀

she supposed it was an honest question—it would make sense, no? for so long ur’s abandonment had been her reason for everything. it was what pushed her to merely accept her fate, to become stronger and maybe then somehow, she could show ur what she had missed. a brag in the form of power. but...what was the point? she had arc of time and only for a brief moment did ultear consider finding a way to go back in time, back to her mother, to find out the way to gather the magical power (and even then, how rare was it for ultear to not already have enough power within her?) in order to do so. but then, on the same day master brain handed her a new magic to study, to perfect and make use of, he also gave her someone else to look at as family. definitely not right away, but it mattered because it grew into that.

with a confidence that she did not normally have in herself, ultear shook her head at macbeth. her hair swayed slightly and she scrunched her nose and put some of it back (she really needed to tie it or cut it) before she spoke, “not really? at least...not anymore.” unlike ultear, macbeth hated being touched, so ultear did not reach out to him. instead she gestured to the little library they had and where they spent a lot of their time tucked together and quietly planning.

“i have bigger and better things on my mind now. plans that not even those who gave birth to me will ever know and...when we succeed, it’ll be nice to have that knowledge. they didn’t want me and in the end, i didn’t want them either.” her lips perked up into a smile as she titled her head at him. it was there, between them, a silent thank you.

[o-pleiades]

[ look ] // macbeth 👀

♡ @resolvebound​

He’s an enigma. Normally, she’s able to read strangers to some degree. She can get an energy-signature - one might say; but Macbeth─ he is one of the few exceptions. He feels cold; feels everywhere and no-where at once. Something in her gut tells her that she misunderstands him.

Were Yukino capable of putting this into words, it would not make sense. If someone could be a monochrome mosaic, it would be Macbeth. He’s intriguing, but so standoffish that Yukino would rather bite back that curiosity.

Especially knowing very well that a large part of that curiosity is attributed to him having spent so much time close to her sister. He knows her, infinitely more than she can say for herself, at this point.

She’s selfish for it, and she knows that. Self-control, Yukino.

She had been present for part of the trials, and she’d heard enough to comprehend why Macbeth carries that energy about him─and so, she examines him from a respectable distance.

It’s almost as though he feels her stare on him, because he turns his head to lock eyes with her─his gaze a piercing red. Her heartbeat seems to slow down in that instant, and Yukino wants to disappear.

Gods, where are her manners?

She could have broken her stare in that moment, but her pride does not allow her. It’s rude enough that she’d been gawking; but to look away like that? Is that not adding insult to injury? Surely he already feels out of place as it is.

She blinks rapidly - nervously - and the woman instead nods her head in acknowledgement at him. Gods, she owes him an apology eventually. A ghost of a smile is offered in his direction, and it is only then that she turns her attention back to the assignment-board. 

How could she be so unaware of herself, really? He might take that the wrong way - and reasonably so! How to explain to him that she just wants to know something, anything about Sorano’s life thus far?

[resolvebound]

Welcome to ResolveBound! This is a heavily headcanon based, low/sporadic activity RP blog for muses from the Fairy Tail Manga.

The Muses: Rogue Cheney: Canon Divergences  |  Headcanons   |   Verses Macbeth / Midnight: Canon Divergences  |  Headcanons   |   Verses Freed Justine: Canon Divergences  |  Headcanons   |   Verses   |   Portrayal Notes Gray Fullbuster: Canon Divergences  |  Headcanons   |   Verses Leo / Loke: Canon Divergences  |  Headcanons   |   Verses Frosch (on request): Canon Divergences  |  Headcanons   |   Verses

[momosmuses]

Here is a list of my muses as of the 1st of April 2021, please note that all are low activity or sporadic enough to be considered inactive (but im always willing to jump on a particular blog if requested!).

FAIRY TAIL:

@resolvebound - multimuse - Gray, Loke, Rogue, Macbeth

@fairybond - Lucy, Lisanna, Levy

@curiositydriven - Jason

@conspiiratus - Siegrain

@datamerchant - Archive mage oc - Mags

@firecreated - Fire-make mage, Guildmaster, oc, - Frankie

POKEMON:

@aquoreus - Lisia

ORIGINAL CONTEMPORARY SUPERNATURAL SETTING:

@secrecykept - oc multimuse - Razvan, Kavik, Chesh, Gard, Kyrin, Azaria ( demon, leopard shifters, gargoyle, angel, human)

[killrate]

Macbeth has been told to send letters as part of his therapy, as a way to reach out to others and open communication. So Mary would receive an envelope. Containing only a picture of a fluffy black cat, with a few words written on the back - 'This is my cat, Onyx.' // he's still getting the hang of this whole Communication thing ok

♡ @resolvebound

Out of all of them, the last one she’d have expected to reach out of his own volition, was Macbeth. With a quiet hum, she opens the letter, expecting either something ridiculous or mean.

It is neither of those. Inside is a single polaroid, and the cat photographed is a gorgeous beast. Fluffy, and regal─its eyes are so pretty...

' This is my cat, Onyx.'  is all the back of it reads. 

And she sighs, deeply. ❝... I want a fucking cat, too.❞

That evening, she writes him an equally awful letter in return, reading:

Dear Macbeth,

you’re shit at writing letters, and your cat is adorable! Did you steal it from a neighbour? Be honest.

We’re allowed to have pets? No one told me! I’ve been trying to hide this little lizard I found...

- M. A.