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[quiiscnt]

@sensoriella said :

👫 for meredy (sensoriella) & juvia or rayne !

meme // accepting

Juvia holds no resentment towards the other for the fight that happened all those years ago. In fact she will gladly embrace Meredy as a friend now. She is glad to see the other in such a better place.

She respects the work Meredy put into Crime Sorciere. Juvia has even offered to speak to the council on their behalf as a character witness to the change in character she has witness in Meredy if it will help left any restrictions put on the guild and its members.

Rayne follows her sister's lead with a lot of things. So when she was told by Juvia Meredy is a nice girl, she wanted to befriend her. She is just worried she would come off as awkward and afraid to push it.

They are roughly the same age, so when Rayne sees how powerful Meredy is she can't help but be impressed, inspired, and even a bit jealous. Part of her wants to challenge the other to a sparring match to see if she could hold her own like her sister did. Although there are high doubts she would.

[fairybond]

"Look at you! You're spilling coffee." ╱ from meredy (sensoriella) for your choice !

lack of sleep starters // no longer accepting

@sensoriella

Startled, Lucy quickly looked down at the large cup in her hand and realised she’d been stirring the drink rather vigorously without noticing. Wincing at the slight mess, she could only be glad that she preferred the iced variation of the beverage over the traditional hot version. Scalded skin was far more painful than splashes of cold, after all.

“Sorry,” she said, even though it was only her own coffee spilled and the mess was on her alone. “I guess I was lost in thought there for a moment!”

Or maybe she was more nervous to be meeting up with Meredy than she thought.

A little sheepishly, she added, “And to be honest, caffeine makes me pretty jittery, I probably shouldn't be having it right now, but it was a really late night.”

[astraebled]

which tragic death do you suffer, Jellal ?

THE SACRIFICE

you die saving the thing you love. maybe it is family, friends, perhaps even a cause. they will carry your face with them for the rest of their lives, and every milestone they pass will make them think of you. it does not matter because you won't be there to experience it with them. years down the line, they will meet people who do not even know the weight of your name upon their skin. this is what your selflessness gets you in the end.

tagged by: stole from @arcanaaa ! ; tagging: @heavnsblade / @sensoriella ( any of your muses ! ) / @killrate / @nocentis / @aetrnalis

[cuelebres]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 & 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠  for 𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐚 ╱ 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 of the anime ╱ manga series fairy tail. selective, unaffiliated, & private. mature content present ( 18+ ) minors, do not interact. please review all pages prior to following !

𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢: 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒  ╱  𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑  ╱ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ╱ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻 x x x x x x

— @aitheros , @seraphias , @sensoriella , @hisreveniens , @aurumartis , @caelusia , @anguisia , @moonshrouded , @hearternal

[sinshckled]

now this is very much rambling but.

the thing with jellal is that he doesn't really have a strong personality outside of his trauma, which makes sense bc he spent all of his formative years brainwashed - and he also actively pushes out the himself of that time away bc of all the horrors associated. i think it could have been different if he hadn't woken up amnesiac. hm.

he doesn't really have anything to hide his mental health issues behind. after being broken out of prison - during what arguably felt like the worst period of his life ( memories coming back to him, the grieving of himself as well as friends past - Simon yes but Milliana, Sho, Wally and Rob as well and his family - and friends current bc Erza also disappeared remember ) - his only companions were :

1. his old colleague, partially responsible for putting him in this situation

2. a very young teenager who, despite having been a member of Grimoire Heart, was still a stranger and a child. and the adoptive daughter of #1

so all this grief, this hatred, this darkness - had to be bottled up, and dealt with on his own, and with the years he only started sinking deeper and deeper and deeper into it. to a point where it all just started SPILLING OUT of him because there was no more room in that empty shell to store.

he did start to talk to his guildmates eventually - found himself developping a very strong bond with meredy ( check this post for more insight in his relationship w @sensoriella ), which helped him a lot, but mental health-wise he WILL need professional help to move forward. and that process will demand him to figure out who he is - beyond his past && the shadows wrapped around him.

ANYWAY. much to think about.

Ultear is honestly like Jellal with all the mental health issues, but she hides it better.

[chaoticor]

"have you ever been taken advantage of?"

deep ass starters / accepting

ultear’s hand paused, where they were tying up her ribbon and she felt her entire body freeze for just a moment. slowly, ultear let out a breathe and then continued the small morning ritual of setting her hair together. sometimes, it truly was the smaller acts of the day that allowed you to move along through time. and she was technically the expert on time, wasn’t she?

not as much as she wished she was.

“well...” ultear tied off the last ribbon and placed her hands on her lap. she always preferred to be doing something rather than nothing, so perhaps that was why her fingers pinched and played with the extra skin on her hands. smaller rituals, indeed. “short answer: yes. i suppose...i was. i’m sure someone else with a more objective opinion on everything would see it that way.”

not that ultear had anyone in her life who would have such an objectiveness. but the woman prided herself on her self awareness, prided herself on being objective. yet. it was hard to be objective on the self. most of the time, she preferred it when the little ultear in her head told her to suck it up and take all the blame. it was, in fact, easier that way. easier on herself, easier on those she chose to care about now.

honesty, however, was not easy but she could do it now. she had too. being open and honest was important. this was another type of honesty. but there were some events in ultear’s life that meredy didn’t need to know. things ultear didn’t want to burden on someone so young. she already failed at that so many times and yet, here they were, outside in the world once again and together. 

“when it comes to...being taken advantage of, there is mostly the sub context of ‘you were trying to help someone and they backstabbed you’.” not that meredy needed the reminder, but the context was needed. and that hurt in it’s own special way that ultear deserved, frankly. “but truthfully, i was too young at the time to really know what was going on to even attempt to try and be nice first. it was more...taken advantage of in the way that i had little choice to begin with.” ultear paused, trying to find the right, more honest words. no excuses, ultear. “but then, i grew up and i did make choices and i must live with them anyway. just because the beginning was rough doesn’t mean i have excuses to get lazy about the ending. i’ll admit, i faltered, but not anymore.” and that was a promise. a promise of change, of things being different now and forever. and...that was why honesty was important.

the words spilled out until she was able to catch them and she let go of her hands. a part of her wanted to reach out and tuck some of meredy’s pink locks behind her ear, but she didn’t. instead, she flattened some of her own hair on her and offered a smile.

“does that answer your question, meredy?”

[apricious]

>  where r the aliens     

>  i bet they wouldn’t let this happen

— sensoriella

contact:  quinn,  meredith

➻ do we really wanna mix ghosts with aliens? ➻ we might end up with ghost aliens that have even weirder habits than the ghosts we already got on campus ➻ and i say this as a student of prof. feldt who couldn’t be kept from teaching by //dying//  ➻ . . . we should do some research,  perhaps.  maybe my sister knows of a media that mixes aliens with ghosts

meme:  left on read.

[verticordiia]

there was no doubt that,  at the end of the day,  sherry was enjoying her new assignment much more than she had her previous one.  whoever had decided that she should be the one to spend much of the past week dragging remnants of the ships used by the empire out of spring cold water,  she did not know just yet,  but she would find out and she would make them regret.  the cold had been tolerable  ( she was used to wintry grasps on her,  not just because she was stupidly and tragically in love with its herald but also because,  well,  she was from the north ),  but being waist-deep entrenched in water was something she did not enjoy.

stretching like a cat as she held her face into the sun,  the marionette mage turned towards the other pink-haired mage.  she was almost convinced that she kept being assigned to these jobs because of her hair colour  ( and she was not sure what to make of it yet ),  but this did not matter as she patted the spot on the wall next to her.  ‘ ‘ are you having at least a bit fun,  meredy,  checking out these bandit hide-outs? ’ ’  she asked as her legs swayed back and forth,  feet tapping into the air along to her air quotes.  ‘ ‘ and do you want some of my food?  i,  well,  may have anticipated this assignment to be more than last week's  . . .  and packed too much. ’ ’

@sensoriella​ liked for a starter.

[aquoreus]

B , H , U

Valentines Alphabet! 

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

She loves flowers! They are so pretty and can have so many meanings too. She loves all flowers but has a particular fondness for roses, especially the blue ones that grow in her home city of Sootopolis. She uses a lot of rose themes in her outfits and designs because she really admires them.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

In most things, she is quick to give her heart. She is an emotional sort and easily swept up, especially into good causes and the like. But when it comes to relationships, she is the opposite. Having been hurt and betrayed before, and also having a fair few issues about herself, she is scared to truly trust or let anyone in.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

In the romantic sense - not completely broken exactly, but very hurt by a guy who she thought was special. She thought he could be someone she could be herself around, someone she could trust, but he was only using her and he was not at all who he seemed to be. The shock and confusion of it all did keep her down for quite some time but she’s finally recovering.

[laxamoure]

😟 for mer / sensoriella !

😟 : a worried text

➽  [ meredith quinn ] :  i heard your sister screech loudly last night and i was wondering if you guys are all right?  ➽  [ meredith quinn ] :  if you need some more salt,  i got a shipment of himalaya salt that sting will probably make fun of as soon as he sees it  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

various texts meme  /  accepting  /  @sensoriella.

[steeltempered]

>  i saw my reflection in the window and thought there was someone outside and screamed

/ to midnight from meredy !

🗡 @sensoriella

Meredy

[ 7:14 PM ]: I dunno what to tell you other than don’t feel too embarrassed, and... Should I be concerned that you didn’t recognize your own face? What was it, did you have a face-mask on?

[ 7:15 PM ]: Happens a lot around here, though. For some reason, I thought that the stories about the campus were exaggerated.

[ 7:17 PM ]: It’s weird, I’ve seen ghosts all my life. These ones still get to me sometimes. Thought I was mostly indifferent to them.

[caelitus-a]

‘  you  don’t  have  to  apologize  just  for  existing .  ’ -sensoriella

@sensoriella some meme from forever ago

Jellal looked at Meredy in utter complete silence, unsure what to even say to a statement like that. Maybe it was the truth, Meredy was usually right about these things when it came to him. She could read him like an open book most of the time. It didn't matter what he said or the types of masks he wore. He'd always been a horrible liar when it came to words but he was even more of a terrible liar when it came to faking his emotions.

" I know. " No he didn't. He didn't know that. Jellal had been apologetic about his existence. How there was a point of time once where he'd apologized for having not died in the tower but that was then & not now. " Ok, maybe I don't but ... I'm still figuring out how to do that. "

A light smile was forced onto his lips, an attempt to try and lighten the moment. He really was grateful for Meredy, she'd been like the sister that he'd never had. They'd been through so much together, things were a bit rough in the beginning but it all worked out in the end. " Thank you for the reminder. You know, I always do appreciate you & your words. "

[hearttorn]

                        ❝ You... look familiar ? ❞

    SHE’S UNSURE FROM WHERE, but something about the other woman catches her eye. It’s not that she’s pretty ( though that can’t be denied ), but something about the way she carries herself distracts Chelia && suddenly she can’t look away. She knows she’s staring, but it’s a puzzled look she cannot control.

                       ❝ I’m sorry, ❞ She shakes her head, clearing her mind. ❝ That was rude. I don’t think we’ve met ? ❞

@sensoriella​ liked for a starter ! Chelia // Meredy !

[astraebled]

HEADCANON.

THE TRIALS OF CRIME SORCIÈRE - AFTERMATH. - - - - This headcanon is HEAVILY DEPENDANT on @sensoriella's post-pardon canon divergence ; you can find the post HERE.

After the members of Crime Sorcière were granted a conditional pardon, and the guild was dissolved - Jellal started the mandatory Reintegration Program he and his partners had to undergo to eventually rejoin society as free individuals.

Jellal's probationary period was spent under the watchful eye of Neuvillette, an ex-judge for the Magic Council who chose the life of a mage after retiring. Neuvillette being a member of Lamia Scale, Jellal had to move to Margaret Town for the following months.

NOTE : Neuvillette and Jellal had crossed paths a few times before. Many of those when "Siegrain" was a council member - but the last was at Jellal's own trial, in X784, at which the former was the judge.

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- - - - - - - 01. JELLAL'S FIRST APARTMENT

Jellal finds himself a place to live. Simply put - he doesn't have a choice. His first instinct had been to set camp on the outskirts of town - as he had always done during the last decade. Very quickly, however, he'd been told that no, that simply would NOT do ( and for very logical reasons at that ) - and thus he had to settle in a room at Viper Inn and start the hunt for what would become his new "home".

When Jellal moved in, it was into a very small place - a studio apartment, 150 square ft, with a singular window - one of the cheapest option ( a window being the only thing he'd insisted upon ). It was small, yes, but he'd been living in a tent for so long, it almost felt too large to him.

Especially with the lack of furniture in his possession. In fact, when he moved in, it was with his sleeping bag and three cardboard boxes stocked neatly into a pile - ( one being full of trial-related paperwork, of an absurd amount he hadn't seen since his Council days ). Shortly after, he brought in a portable stove, to simulate the heat & familiarity of the campfire that his aching heart was missing.

( he felt a bit silly, knew he was being silly - but he was homesick. not for a place, but for the starry night sky, the sound of the woods, the bright light of the flames, and for the yells, grunts & laughter of people he hadn't expected to miss so damn much. ) ( This apartment was small, yet it was too large. Too cold. Too empty in a way that could never be filled. ) ( He felt like a stranger, an outsider, out of place. )

On his wall, just above his sleeping bag - a splash of color against the lifeless white paint - he hung three pictures ; two of his guildmates, and one of his oldest friend.

. . . And then, Mary happened.

[killrate]

‘ i have so much love to give , but no one ever wants it ’

♡ @sensoriella

Flowers are carefully waved into long, rose tresses─white & dainty, and so commonly scattered throughout the land of Fiore.

Meredy’s words cause the witch’s hands to stop just barely - not even long enough for it to have been a second-long pause. She takes a deep breath, brows knit together just slightly.

❝... You really feel that way, darling?❞ She asks, quiet and sincere. She can’t begin to imagine what Meredy feels in regards to this on the inside, because it isn’t really what Mary sees.

But perspectives are just that. They are not facts.

Mary is familiar with the feeling herself. Thinking back on things, the first people to break her heart were her father and mother, soon after. And as much as she tried to keep herself guarded against anyone else in the future, she was hurt again. If not by hard fists, then by death itself.

Her hands continue to braid her friend’s hair delicately, but once she’s done, she reaches over around her waist to pull her against herself. At first a loose embrace, a moment later - an invitation for Meredy to lay against Mary’s torso.

❝Who broke your heart?❞ She prods. ❝They don’t deserve you, I hope you know.❞

[xifomachos]

@sensoriella​ said: [ nightmare ]

A gentle hand reached out, softly nudging the other awake. ❝ Meredy. ❞ Her voice calls out softly, soothing inflections as soft as the gentle waves of the ocean. ❝ It’s just a dream, it’s okay you are safe. ❞ Gentle words fall from parted lips in order to reassure the other that it was just a nightmare. She knew all too well how truly terrifying they could be, which is perhaps why it was so easy for her to be so gentle in that moment. All she could do was hope that the other found her way back to the world of the awake, that her soft words were enough to draw her from whatever dreams were plaguing her mind.