#thousandflame

headcanon meme

send a headphone for a song + favorite lyrics (from laxus' playlist)

🎧 heroes get remembered, legends never die ; four year strong ↪ i've seen the best and worst of you but we're sticking through

delphinium city was as bustling as ever and he was thankful no one seemed to pay him too much thought as he walked. lately, it's been hit or miss if he would run into any ... fans of his. a part of him has become quite paranoid in the wake of several realizations. he was just happy that cymbeline roberts agreed to talk to him in the first place. he had NOT seen her in years (definitely longer for her than for him) but he did vaguely remember her.

well, vaguely enough to see her at the cafe that was their destination. outside seating would be preferred and laxus was thankful she chose it. the cafe itself was off one of the main streets so it wasn't like as many people would be walking by and indoors could have more listening ears.

five word sentences

ivan hummed a bit and looked over at cymbeline. it was an old nursery rhyme that now, thanks to her, played on loop through his head. yet he couldn’t figure out just why (yet) she uttered it. unless she meant her own experience with ash which, ivan supposed, was far more extensive than his own. or perhaps it was just death in general. ashes to ashes, dust to dust and all that. in that field, both of them had quite the experiences with that. 

“that was my favorite nursery rhyme as a kid.” he suddenly said and then blinked. those words were surely not at all planned. his strange, impulsive mouth continued though. “laxus preferred the farm one. but only if i added dinosaurs to it.” 

ask from 5ever ago !!!

1. Legalities of guild ware fare

2. How to healthily tell your parent to fuck off

3. Ethical applications of selective memory magic induced by magic

4. Nearest coffee shop

[ text ]: ugh [ text ]: id say im sorry for ignoring you but im not [ text ]: go to hell [ text ]: do you have any alcohol [ text ]: not the drinking kind

@thousandflame

Fact: Logan, in his younger years, was a super-fan of UNO. Fights started because of UNO ( because of him, actually ). He also really likes Monopoly... He also starts fights over Monopoly.

He doesn’t mind waiting.

Not that it’s a long wait.

Despite it being the winter, and despite the very gentle snowfall, it isn’t cold. Not for him, anyway. Then again, he’d always been told that he’s a walking furnace, so that may have had something to do with it. Perhaps that is why he chooses to wait for Cymbeline outside of the cafe.

He focuses on the snowflakes melting against the lid of his drink for a while - up until he hears footsteps approach. He glances up, and smiles at a familiar face.

And right as the clock strikes one o’clock, too.

Her face really doesn’t change.

Instinctively, Logan’s arms spread wide, with the intent to embrace his old friend.

“Cymbie,” He murmurs, in place of a proper greeting. “It’s good to see you again.”