* GOD COMPLEX.

HELLO MY BABY. HELLO MY HONEY.

im so happy you sent this in cause now i can say all the shiz i’ve wanted to say to you but never had the balls to like IM you about or anything. YOUR MUSE. YOUR OC. YOUR CHARACTER. THIS CREATION. ——— perfection. truly. really. the fact that jackie is an oc and not a character from another fandom was a realisation that SHOOK ME TO MY VERY CORE. like, look, i’ve tried to make oc’s i’ve tried to pull characters from my small pea brain and like the best i can do is give them a name and maybe like ,,, a sibling or two — bUT YOU MY LOVE HAVE CREATED A WORLD. CREATED A UNIVERSE AND BEYOND IN THIS PURPLE-HAIRED BEAUTY AND I LOVE HER. like legit?? if she was in a show or a manga or whatevre i would stan her. i would have a fan account i would make the edits and go all ASDFGHJKL; in my tags. she’s incredible. 

and i’m sure you already are, as you rightfully should be, you should be so damn proud of what you have done. like, incredible. show stopping. fantastic. i love her and i read every interaction and every thought you put into her because it truly is …… mind blowing. i love jackie. i adore her to my bones. top 5 characters of all time? uh yes? bye lyon. all about jackie now.

ARI , gosh. another veteran who has been to the …. asshole of this fandom and back with her head held high and her muse potrayal on POINT.

your love for minerva and your dedication to her is awe-inspiring at the very least, your interpretation of her makes a heckin lot more sense than OTHERS OUT THERE. nudge nudge wink wonk @ mas*ima. you’re so protective and dedicated to this character that i wouldn’t wanna cross u in a dark alley over her – in the best way of course! keep doing what you’re doing because it truly is fantastic, brilliant, creative, amazing, dedicated —– inspiring to other minor character lovers like myself. LIKE YOU EVEN WENT AS FAR TO LIKE DO HER FAMILY TREE??? AND BRING THEM TO LIFE TOO??? GIRL. I BOW TO YOU SO DAMN HARD MY HEAD IS GONNA PLUMMET THROUGH THE FLOOR.

we don’t talk much ic or ooc tbh — but i will follow every blog of yours to the ends of the earth and back because your writing, your portrayals, your content is just fantastic stuff and my dash would be a lonelier place without it …,, that’s for sure.  keep doing what you’re doing because it’s incredible to see and you’ve certainly got a fan for life in me, ‘cause i am here for the long haul and beyond.

i love ya. you’re inspiring. you’re ace. just —– a creative genius, that i certainly look up to. 

N A D I A

my amazing, beautiful wonderful kind new friend. who i am very happy to have made and started talking to you ‘cause you’re just amazing! you’re so kind and easy to talk to, which is always a good thing to have in a friend. like. you’re in this for the long haul now. yikes sorry. Stuck With Me. 

i love that your muses are unconventional. not that there is anything wrong with conventional muses ofc. but like idk. as a passionate lover of secondary characters myself i was so happy to find your blog with these amazingly interesting but under appreciated faces. AND THEN I WAS EVEN MORE HAPPY to see that they were being written by someone as fantastic as yourself. that they were being taken care of and loved and developed by you! with your wonderful mind and fantastic ideas and YES. i accept no other potrayal of your characters. just yours. they are the right ones. m*shima can perish in the sun. 

we haven’t spoken much, really! i think i just barrelled in your IM’s looking for angst BUT HEY you indulged me, which im greatly appreciative of and AND now i consider you a friend and ilysm. we haven’t threaded yet. bUT GOD I AM READY. but im also not because damn you’re so good and creative and ur gonna hort me but in the best way i can feel it.

‘ — w - what ?! ’ 

he’s not even … angry, he’s not shouting. his voice is uncharacteristically small, apprehensive —- so unlike him, so unlike the former cold emperor.

he blinks and his sage gaze is frantic around him – then he laughs a burst of awkward, high-pitched noise that seems to be ripped from him. 

‘ i – i’m not sure why you’re asking me this. - uhm - why are you asking me this ? ’ 

now he sounds scared. 

send  ❄️  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  indoors  due  to  a  snowstorm. [ @sinshckled ]

‘ just how stupid are you ? what high grade level of idiot do you fall under, jellal ? hm ?! ’  

lyon’s eyes were wild and the way his lithe, frost-bitten fingers were frantically tugging at his ivory locks, his hair was no longer tame either. the ice mage’s chest was all but heaving as he glared at the other – they were all trademark signs of anger, of frustration, someone truly seething with rage, but that wasn’t what lyon felt. the lucky few that knew him so well would know that lyon wasn’t angry, not at all. he was scared. everything he was saying, how he was acting was all out of fear. it was the horrible kind of blind panic that made lyon feel burning hot with adrenaline, despite the bitter storm outside. 

the bitter storm which he’d found jellal in. luckily so. the streets of their town were empty for a reason, this time of years was notorious for wild weather and the river only seemed to make the wind bitterer and everything more … miserable. lyon had resigned himself to the fact that he was trapped in the guild hall until this particular blizzard had passed, not that he’d minded, there were enough things to do here. honestly, it must have been some divine intervention that kept him here and spot jellal on the streets outside.

maybe he was overreacting … maybe the weather wasn’t bad enough to kill jellal. but the cold scared lyon, at least enough that he knew to respect it. he’d seen storms growing up, he’d battled ice many a times. ur had taught him the strength and unforgiving ways of the cold. 

he takes a few deep breathes and slowly his body relaxes. unwinds from the initial panic.

‘ sorry. ’ he croaks out, embarrassed now about his earlier outburst and frantic ways. slowly, he reaches out a hand to lightly breeze over the sleeve of jellal’s cloak — freezing and wet, of course it is. ‘ that needs to come off. ’ he tells him —- orders him, really. 

‘ come on, there’s a fire in the library. ’ lyon almost didn’t recognise himself. sure, he knew jellal and he knew of jellal. but acquaintances would describe them at the best of times. yet, he was so shaken that something of an autopilot had overtaken him and all he could think of now was making sure he and jellal were okay and that they were warm. 

they were stuck here for the foreseeable and it would be stupid and counterproductive to be awkwardly stumbling around each other, or worse, hovering around each other in agonising silence. 

‘ jellal, please. i’m – ’ he sighs, his earlier panic having worn him down more than he would’ve expected it to, ‘ you scared me. ’

lyon doesn’t look up. he knows the voice, he was able to sense the overwhelming presence before gajeel even steps close to him. honestly, for somebody who was such a ‘lone wolf’ and someone who made it seem like talking to lyon was like walking through fire — he really couldn’t seem to leave him alone, could he ?

there’s things he could say. things he wants to say. things he really should say.

‘ tch. ’

‘ oi ! princess ! ’ manners cost nothing, except time and effort on lyon’s part. he’s able to grab her shoulder before she leaves, probably a little more roughly than he’d intended too. honestly, fairy tail wizards and their whimsical ways, it could be quite nauseating sometimes.

‘ forgetting something ? ’ before she can even consider the implications of his question, he dangles her brown belt in front of her. the item is precariously hanging from lyon’s finger, but he is being careful with it, he knows how important this thing is - the blasé, uncaring action is simply for effect. the celestial mage had taken the belt off to show her keys to chelia and she’d apparently forgotten it in her haste to leave.

       “I ain’t blind ice block. Can see tha’ very well.” 

His tone was fully held of sarcasm at the others first statement, even though perhaps he had fully started things with how he had approached Lyon. The other however wasn’t exactly innocent when it came to approaching a conversation. Gajeel could count more then enough times when Lyon Vastia had been aggressive off the bat with him. “Don’t give two shits ‘bout what you are doin’. I don’ see people I know out here. Mages ain’t common out here.”

ice block ? wow. it’s a miracle lyon isn’t swooning under all these affectionate pet names. it takes a lot of effort to bite his tongue and not retaliate to that particular comment, he feels he’s hostile enough to gajeel as it is. it really would be pointless to just stand here in the street and argue with the man. 

lyon relaxes, arms folded as he lets himself fall back to rest against the wall behind him. this isn’t a stand-off, after all. lyon goes to comment about how gajeel had actually asked him what he was doing out here, but doesn’t retaliate to that comment either. just smiles, slightly. 

lyon moves to catch her, hands gently cradling her hips for a fleeting moment just to make sure she’s steady enough to stand on her own. even with the slight stumble she manages to look so damn graceful in everything she does, lyon’s shifting usually involves a lot of kicking and angrily jerking his head. 

he chuckles at her bitter mutterings, ‘ albatross, eh ? a beak like that would look good on you. ’ he snorts, hands on his hips, chest puffed out.

‘ i mean, it’s fine, really ! we can’t all be effortless at this, unlike myself of course. ’ lyon is smirking as he runs lithe fingers through his ivory hair — the suave motion stopped when his fingers bump into something. 

his hand drops … as does his head.  

DO I WANNA ????? YEAH. I WANNA.

u know that scene in the grinch when cindy lou is singing longingly out the window?? that’s me with ur blog. i’m a history nerd like ridiculously so. i have 2 history ma’s okay like i love that shit and uR BLOG and your character just gives me the biggest academic boneér ever. yKNOW WHAT history nerd or not your character and her whole vibe and the thought you’ve put into her is literally nothing short of — perfection. it’s …. amazing. her whole vibe and the depth you’ve put into her literally makes me shooketh to my very core. plus she’s hot as hell so we also Stan that.

wE HAVEN’T SPOKEN MUCH YOU ARE RIGHT and that is a crime because in the fleeting conversations we have had – -I LOVE YOU. you’re funny and carefree and that’s the kinda vibe i love !! tbh i havent approached you cause you deserve a better meme than lyon and me bUT ANYWAY you seem awesome !! supportive, kind?? so approachable and honestly??? be my friend. imma just ask straight out. i have no shame plz be my friend. 

LOOK you are incredible, please keep doing what you’re doing and PLEASE come into my IM’s and scream about your character or anything anytime, cause bitch i’m listenin. she is incredible and i cannot imagine the pride you feel having created her. you? as a person? i love you. incredible. fantastic. amazing. i love you.

if you need me i’ll be in my box admiring from afar. 

‘ sh — sh — shh — shhh — sho how was your day, juvia ? ’

two? bitch ur getting one.

N E WAY who are you again? samantha?? susan?? sally?? it was something like that i’m sure.

i’m kidding, it’s sophie ! light of my life and honestly, somebody i have MISSED so much. i’ve felt like a wife or something, sitting by a window and watching the sea like, when will my husband return from war? bitch. will sophie get her clown ass back here so i can gently bully her again? but in all seriousness, like, i don’t even care that we haven’t known each other all that long, i legit feel like i’ve known you forever. way back when this shit storm of a blog started, you were so welcoming and kind to me? like, you indulged my memes and my bizarre, annoying behaviour and i felt then that i’d made a friend for life. that’s right bitch for life you’re stuck with me deal with it. 

a side note: you are such a wonderful friend, like, you’re so considerate and thoughtful, like, i spoke to you about university and things like that and you listened and you asked how things were going and you always let me know that you were thinking of me and as i sat in those fucking crazy ass science classes every morning, you cheered me up. you really made me fucking smile. you made those scary ass empty lecture theatres not so fuckin’ scary, bro ! you’re such a happy person. like, i remember when you had all those papers and those exams and you just took it in your stride, you just kept going and i was in awe of you. you’re such a hardworker and it seems like nothing can get you down. people like you, sophie, are fuckin’ rare, they’re gems of people who you don’t find often and i’m lucky to have found you.

the rp stuff? dude. you know my thoughts on that. i follow all your damn blogs and read every single post cause it’s like reading the best damn, eloquent novel you’ve ever read in your life??? your writing is faultless, your whole aesthetic gives me a fuckin’ boner and you’re just amazing. like. i can’t even think of what else to say on that, you really are freakin’ awesome.

i love you, sophie. even though you bully me and you’re a damn p//nnywise ass. we don’t usually do the soppy ‘i love you’ shit, but i really do. i just think you’re fantastic.