#soarcielia

[reivun]

@soarcielia

the dragon slayers so far were all so ... young. laxus was young, too, he supposed when he became one when ivan made him one. but even with that, he was older than little wendy was. and more outgoing. it didn't seem like wendy was introverted, just shy. ivan tried to be gentle with her. with how young she was and how her life had already started, there was enough grief and failure of adults around her — he was going to make the best attempt to ensure he wasn't on that list.

natsu and mother were off towards dahlia and ivan was left with babysititng duty. it was easy enough when his charges were zilla, who was quiet and currently napping and wendy, who was also quiet. both were overall well behaved and he was thankful. he found wendy up in the tree outside which was not a surprise, he noticed she liked to up high. both young girls did, now that he thought about it but wendy he presumed was due to her predisposition to be in the sky.

"wendy." his voice was soft as he didn't need to higher it much to get her attention with the heightened senses. "i am going to make lunch soon, do you have any requests?"

[divinikey]

@soarcielia

"wow, you know a lot about snake care, wendy!" lucy was genuinely impressed. she hadn't known wendy once had a pet snake. appropriately named snaky. until now, at least. "do you think you might want to get another snake friend?"

[flamedwings]

wendy quietly approached, her feet whispering amidst the grass, and she smiled to herself as she tucked a flower behind natsu's ear.

natsu could hear wendy before he smelled her, though she was very, very quiet. and it reminded him of her theory — she had the better smell and he, the hearing. they would have to ask gajeel if he could taste better or something. since it was wendy natsu had no issue continuing to enjoy a bath under the sun because she wasn't the type to try anything when it was a peaceful vibe they were having. she was even genuinely supportive of his post-lunch sun bath.

oh? he smelled something floral and sweet, different from wendy's scent with her but it was light. her hands brushed up behind his ear and he knew by the texture and smell it was a flower now.

"thanks wendy, it smells nice!"

[curiositydriven]

📂📂📂📂📂

Send “📂” for a random hc // always accepting

he’s often asked what his Favourite guild is, and he can never answer that question. the most popular guilds (Fairy Tail, Lamia Scale, Blue Pegasus, Sabertooth, Mermaid Heel etc) are of course the top of his list but he could never pick between any of them as he loves aspects of all of them and thinks they’re too different to be compared. His way of appreciating something about everything carries through to a lot of areas in his life, he rarely has ‘favourite’ anythings. 

whenever he takes a photo of someone (or group of people), he always gets them to review it before it goes any further. if they’re not happy with it, he deletes the pic then and there and will take as many photos as they like until there’s one they’re happy with. he Never keeps or uses photos of people without their permission.

when he’s writing, especially interviewing someone, he prefers to record the meeting as well as make his own notes. because he has to keep up with what the person is saying, he writes in his own form of shorthand. it looks like a jumbled code to anyone else but makes perfect sense to him!

his sunglasses are prescription lenses for helping with his distance vision, he relies on always having them with him because he misplaced the non sunglasses pair at some point, so these are all he has (because he never has time to go get a new pair).

his habit of tilting his head back and scrunching his eyes closed when he laughs is something he picked up from one of his foster guardians, Peter, when he was little. The old man would always throw his head back in laughter and Jason ended up mimicking it.

[shadowqueens]

THE MUSE’S MOTHER.

GENERAL INFORMATION:

FULL NAME:  xu-claramond ai  MAIDEN NAME:  xu NICKNAME(S)  /  OTHER NAMES: mother of monsters (an insult) DATE OF BIRTH:  december 21st NATIONALITY:  she is originally from sin. OCCUPATION: she was an independent rune mage RELIGION:  agnostic  SEXUALITY:  bisexual monsterfucker

APPEARANCE:

FACE CLAIM:  n/a HEIGHT:  5′8 / 173cm WEIGHT:  she was a little plump, but lost a lot of weight after being on the run for so long. HAIR COLOUR:  dark brown EYE COLOUR:  almond-brown DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:  she had a mole under her left eye and a birthmark on her elbow, in the shape of a bird

BACKGROUND:

HOMETOWN:  jeojin city / sin  CURRENT RESIDENCE:  her last residence was in bosco MARITAL STATUS:  single  EDUCATION LEVEL:  very well educated, specifically in ancient texts. she knew many languages and was a linguist in her own right. FATHER:  unknown MOTHER:  unknown SIBLINGS:  none SPOUSE:  skizel CHILDREN:  one daughter, zilla

TAGGED BY:  stole from @soarcielia

TAGGING:  everyone.

[flamedwings]

kinda iconic of me tbh that i never posted my verse tags lmao

[reivun]

wendy was, even for children her age, quite a sweet child. ivan found himself softening at the edges, smiling at her genuine manner. she was very polite, too. he wondered if politeness ran across cultures with dragons, if grandine was aware of human etiquette or even, if wendy's human parents were involved in some way with her dragon guardian. it was much too soon to ask, and truthfully, they may run into the answer anyway. "thank you, wendy."

his smile did not dim when she informed him who snaky was. her tone was confused, as if ivan should have known she had a pet snake. the entire time, too, apparently. how had he missed that? well, he wasn't exactly paying too close attention at certain points — as upset as he was about the deception from cait shelter. such creative problem solving there. let's not get the child help, but make things worse in the long run. he supposed it wasn't his grudge to hold and due to the fact he is an adult in this situation — he should probably be a better role model. modeling how to hold a grudge for this sweet child would probably not be the best move.

"my apologies, i have not properly introduced myself to snaky, then. i should rectify this oversight." ivan plucked another apple. this one looked almost perfect. he hoped their results will be fruitful. "i don't want snaky to think i'm that rude."

Wendy might have very limited experience with how the world worked, but she did know that most people liked compliments. in fact, the way that Miss Porlyusica shrugged it off whenever someone said something nice to her was weird for her, but then---what did Wendy know about adults? maybe different rules applied for them. she would hardly know, she was far from being one. she did know for certain that she liked it when people said nice things about her, that it made her feel good about herself.

'' thank you! '' she beamed up at the black-haired man, picking up an apple that was almost too big for her hands, but she had had practice when it came to handling things that where just almost too much for her. that had been useful and necessary, since her friend Mystogan, not many had helped her. but if her old guild had not been real, the way Mr Ivan had explained, then maybe, they just had not been able to do much. '' i think you're smart too, just like Miss Porlyusica. ''

at the question about Snaky, she blinked confusedly. maybe, Mr Ivan was not as smart as she had just given him credit for. the answer was obvious, right? '' Snaky is my friend, '' she patiently explained as she found another apple that looked especially nice and juicy. '' i met Snaky while gathering herbs back in spring. he came with me because we are friends. ''

[reivun]

ivan unfolded the tote bag he ahd for the apples as he listened to wendy speak. with children, a lot of the time they wanted someone to listen to them. whether it was gibberish, questions or their own point of view. and ivan had learned it easier to listen, entertaining even depending on the child. wendy was much easier in that arena than zilla was. most children were.

wendy's line of questioning about happy did not come unprompted. there was a lot about happy that was definitely not like other cats at all. in fact, ivan would wager happy was not a cat at all. "you're very smart, wendy." the compliment was true and he reached up and plucked an apple from a tree. these were the correct ones, after all and not those tricky crab apples. "and observant."

but there was more to that than just happy. who was snaky? "in fact, i don't think happy is a cat, but he's like a cat. he is capable of his own magic as well as other feats. he could be in a class of his own — there are many types of creature in this world after all. i am sure on our adventures we may find more like happy and we can find out more then." ivan turned to wendy, an eyebrow raised he asked "dare i ask who snaky is?" his tone was still light, an undertone of amusement. he only had so many guesses.

there were days when Wendy felt impatient, but she also knew that this was unfair of her. Mr Ivan and Miss Porlyusica could not make Grandine or Natsu's Igneel reappear, just by snapping their fingers. it would be nice if they could, but that was simply not an option. it just felt strange, to wait for something to happen---for a breakthrough, a flash of genius---for a puzzle piece to click into place. Wendy much preferred it to do something. not knowing what to do felt strange. felt wrong.

maybe collecting apples would help. at the very least, it would be helpful to others. she was short, closer to the ground. picking up apples would be easy for her. and Wendy had picked what everyone would get for dinner, the least she could do was make making dinner easier for everyone involved.

''---where do you think Happy comes from?'' she asked as she picked up her jacket from the tree branch where she had put it earlier. if she would knot the sleeves together, she would get a makeshift bag to collect the apples in. '' Natsu says that Happy hatched from an egg. but cats are mammals. and Miss Porlyusica says the only mammal that hatches from eggs is the platypus. she showed Zilla and me a picture, and Happy doesn't look like one at all. '' she took a deep breath. sometimes, she forgot to breathe while she talked, nowadays. maybe because people were listening now and she did not know when they would stop. '' and cats usually don't have wings. and can't talk. animals usually can't talk, actually. Snaky can't. so i'm not sure if Happy is an animal. maybe he just looks like one, and maybe that's why the rules don't apply. ''

[reivun]

as always, ivan had to bite his tongue when he saw wendy begin to jump down from the tree. she was graceful with it, the air picking up around her to soften her fall. it looked more like an instinct to her to do so rather than a spell. probably taught by her dragon, grandine. still. there was a deep seeded parental instinct to want to stop her that was hard to shake off, even though he was not her parent. laxus had been the same, but he did not have air magic to slow his fall.

ivan wondered he just zapped himself down, if he still enjoyed climbing trees in the first place.

"apple stew it is, then." ivan's voice was calm as he nodded. well, it was the season. and he knew how to make his mother's stew — it was one of his own favorites, once upon a time. "would you like to help me collect apples?" the trees around them were ripe it wouldn't be difficult. and sure, there were some inside, but an activity might be good for wendy.

with a short pause, he nodded. "happy does bring his own fervor and excitement. i don't think i'll look at fish without thinking of him first." not an exaggeration. he had to assist in what would have been a brawl between natsu and happy over a fish.

she envied the birds. it was not nice of her, but she could watch them from her perch atop the tree and . . . she found herself missing the endless blue they so casually inhabited. she missed grandine, too. but that was a different kind of missing, she thought. missing grandine was like missing a sunny spot in the sun. missing the sky was like missing a limb, like missing like something that should be there but was not.

natsu . . . made things easier. he was familiar in a way she had no words for. she felt safe when she was tucked against his side as happy napped atop his head. she felt safe, too, when she was wrapped into miss porlyusica's coat. it smelled a bit familiar.

her senses were . . . keen. her nose especially so, and she had smelled mr ivan's approach before he had said anything. she had heard the telltale crack of a snapping branch, too, but her nose was her strongest sense. mr ivan always smelled a bit . . . lonely. it was something she was unfortunately familiar with.

the ground raced towards her as she jumped off the tree, but---grandine had taught her how to slow her fall. how to make sure she did not go splat on the ground. it had made the . . . adult nervous when she had first taken to jumping off high places; by now, they knew it was safe for her.

looking at mr ivan, she nodded a bit---more to herself than to him. '' i did like the apple stew we had three days ago, '' she said quietly. '' fish isn't as fun without happy. ''