fairy queen

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

TMI’s

Drabbles

Dares

What if’s.

“I ship you with …”

MY ASK BOX IS OPEN FOR ANYTHING …

ANYTHING.

“There must be a way. Sooner or later one of them will make a mistake, and all of the citizens will rush to get the hell away from here."

“You’re not a planeswalker, are you?” The question hung in the air as it left her mouth and she stood waiting there for the answer. It would be nice to meet someone with the same set of particular universe traveling abilities as herself that didn’t try to kill her.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but no. I'm a mage, but I don't possess the ability you speak of." A blunt reply which left out a small detail. Pondering this topic sure brought back memories-- while not of her own volition, she still managed to see a place unknown to most humans.

Armstrong did not like the feeling of being observed as a part of an experiment that involves human subjects. The feeling was very close, if not identical, to being watched by the creatures the skulked beneath the Central. The man on the screen does not seem to have intentions as insidious as sacrificing an entire country to become a god, however, so the Major relaxed slightly having heard the man’s explanation. 

Very quickly, Armstrong discovered that his gauntlets have been replaced by a pair of plastic, air-filled toy. The gauntlets were an extension of his abilities to begin with, so the absence of the gauntlets does not diminish Armstrong’s strength, seeing that his muscles are still there. 

The gauntlets, though, were passed down the Armstrong line for generations and thus a precious family heirloom. The Major could already feel his older sister’s rage and a cold sweat ran down his face. 

“Perhaps I may ask the scientists to return them.”

Armstrong set out from what he assumed to be apartment H-5, and found his way outside of the apartment complex, carrying the sock’em boppers with the intention of returning them. Near the edge of a park, he spotted a broken water fountain. 

“This would be a good chance to see if alchemy still works in this city.”

As the Major drew out a transmutation circle beneath the water fountain with chalk, the bush next to him stirred. 

“Greetings!”

She looked up, only to spot a man blessed by nature with extraordinary physique. To put it shortly, he was so buff that only one person in the world came to her mind. "Elfman--?" No, that couldn't be him.  Upon a closer look, his face revealed old age and no resemblance to the white-haired guild member. What piqued her interest, however, was a chalk picture nearby. It took her a moment to stand up and get out of the bushes, pretending nothing had happened.

"Hello," she greeted the stranger, as leaves kept falling off her head, "is that a magic circle?"

“But yeah, just arrived in town, forced by those artificers and stripped of my mana.” A simple shrug as she looked back towards the redhead with a grin. “That’s a fine point, I guess, but before we go anywhere else.”

Letting a friendly smile appear on her face, she shook Chandra's outstretched hand-- a bit too firmly, especially for someone in armor, but the fiery-headed girl probably wouldn't mind it.

Then he found a group of men talking to a pimp. Stunned to see the freakshow with a hole in his abdomen, but a couple guys weren’t smart enough to hold their tongues. Biting, derisive words had been exchanged. The pimp fled and shrieked out of the alley in his car while Grimmjow’s boot plunged into someone’s stomach, slamming his heel down firm against their neck, knowing that would cause the most painful discomfort. And ten minutes later, left a handful of men either motionless or gurgling-sneering in the darkness.

His own wooden sword sat uselessly in its sheathe at his hip, hands tucked into the tattered, blood-spattered pockets of the uniform that hadn’t been changed since his arrival not long ago. The Ghetto only held his interest because there were morons to beat the ever-loving shit out of. In fact, he didn’t have a higher opinion of any sector he passed through or heard about in Hive City. But someone offered him a job as a bouncer for the callous, brutal way he dealt with the gang members. Apparently, this part of the city was so corrupt that cops went bad, and people tended to get rowdy at the local club when street reputation was involved. He could get paid for nearly killing the humans he disliked so much. So he took the job, and was in the middle of dislocating someone’s spine behind the club when a woman nearly stumbled into them. With an irritated grunt, he let go of the squealing man’s arms and kicked him forward. A trashcan toppled over as he hobbled away.

“Watch where you’re goin’, woman.”

“What in the world are you...” A murmur escaped her lips, as she stared in disbelief at the bizarre sight before her. Instinctively reaching out to the semi-useless wooden sword, a painful thought she tried to deny crossed her mind. The Titania was just a mere knight now, with only plain armor as a shield and her own physical abilities to back it up. An overwhelming sense of insecurity, something she got rid of a long time ago, tried to make its comeback. Even though she could still use telekinesis, picking a fight with no guarantee the monster lacked superhuman powers seemed too risky—but then again, what choice did she have now?

Truth to be told, seeing a couple of gang members getting their asses kicked didn’t faze her one bit, and would’ve even made her praise the man, had the circumstances been different. His aura, however, reminded her of a bloodthirsty carnivore that derived pleasure from inflicting pain—the only emotion present in his expression was anger. She had seen enough senseless violence that plagued this district, and was not going to tolerate any more of it.

The first thing the Murakumo unit felt once more was pure and utter anger. She wanted to destroy whoever brought her in this strange city but she knew that she could not for one simple reason. All of her weapons, all of her abilities, were all taken away. Even her power as the Eye was taken away, the only thing she had left was her ability to float and that wasn’t even threatening. 

“…”

Though anger was in her mind, her expression was blank as she was just waving the laser pointer around. Kids, do not try this at home, laser pointers may be useless, but they sure are damaging to the eye as Mu ended up pointing it at a red head. 

Scarlet hair, it reminded her of that…who was it now? The name slipped but it bare little importance to her. “Ah…”

"Hey. Cut the crap, will you."

Thankfully, an artificial eye proved useful in situations like this-- closing her real one soothed the pain, leaving only white dots that persistently didn't want to disappear from her vision. The girl's behavior worried her, as she seemed to either not care about being rude, or was just oblivious. Moreover, her choice of words sounded somewhat inhuman.

Yet despite her wanderings throughout the town, she could not find anything close to a powerful source of mana or any other mage that could forcefully wrench her away from her current plane. Weird, that meant that she shouldn’t even be here and her clothes were only one of the many things about her that screamed stranger. Sadly, it also seemed that the rest of the people of this plane weren’t quite as friendly. Apparently a girl with flaming hair does not seem to equal a person that people wanted to speak to, which made her want to threaten to kill them all with fire again. And again which caused her to magnificently fail to send even a tiny wisp of flames towards said strangers.

"Plane?" Erza muttered in confusion, as the question seemed to make no sense. "I think everything around us indicates we're on solid ground right now."

Not sure if that was a reply the woman had expected, she noticed the strange, compared to their surroundings, manner of clothing that resembled her own and nodded as a sign of approval. If she ever gets to find a tailor in this city, she'll make sure to add a replica to her collection-- if the collection didn't exist anymore, she'd just start a new one. Trying her best to cool down and seek positive aspects of the situation had to be the only sensible way to deal with it.