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AVATAR MARY of Hiro Mashima’s FAIRY TAIL.
21+, mutuals-only, independent, canon-divergent, heavily headcanon-based, multi-verse, oc-friendly. dark themes will be present.
written by fae, she/her, 30. EST.
rules / character info / verse info and links are all here .
verses: league / star guardian / bnha / dragon age / final fantasy & kingdom hearts & more.
hey fyi that person posting gore in the rpc tags is back under @/fakeloverpc.
Hey fellas.
There's a blog named @/fucktrpc that's putting posts of dead animals in tags used for rpc. I'd recommend blocking that blog asap as they seem to be a troll blog looking to get some sick kicks.
Please feel free to reblog this to spread awareness.
Had the humbling realization that if Jellal had been killed off early on in fairy tail then I never would have caved to watch it because I Only watched it for Jellal …….. which means I never would have met any of my current close / beloved friends… because I would not have joined the tumblr rpc 😰
❛ i believe in annoyed at first sight. ❜
i don't even know what year this is from ft. @aitheros
Her fingernails tapped rhythmically against the wooden surface of the table she sat at, accompanied by Sting Eucliffe. At this point, she'd grown used to his snark. Welcomed it, even. Supposed it was a bad sign if he didn't throw a petty little comment at her. It was their routine. They'd go tit for tat over things that meant nothing, because that was their way of mutually participating in an odd friendship that neither one had felt like admitting existed ─ cultivated by petty little comments thrown back and forth.
Friends. They were friends. Someone of Sting Eucliffe's stature, being friends with an ex-convict? Embarrassing, but technically, that was the idea behind this whole rehabilitation process that Crime Sorciere was going through. And yet, she could see Sting being unbothered by public opinion. If he did care, he'd sure learned how to mask it flawlessly. She supposed he had to, as the face of Sabertooth.
The comment earned him a well-deserved grin ─ without even a trace of malice in the look she gave him.
Which meant nothing, if Sting had learned anything about her in the last year.
"Oh, the feeling is mutual. 'Could be worse, though! You could also be terrible to look at. Luckily for us, at least we're pretty. Good to see I still make your heart skip a beat." A hand came up delicately to toss her hair back ─ only, her hand was met only with the air, having forgotten that her hair was currently up in a pair of buns.
How she forgot was beyond her, and she froze there stupidly, hand still in midair. She blinked, the snark having been zapped out of her in a cruel twist of fate.
She was not sure if she still had to knock by the time she reached the cabin her sister had pointed out to her because surely, her muttered curses could be heard from miles away. Alas, she was on her best behaviour today and so she did knock loudly. "Does a Mary live here?" she called. "My sister — tiny, dark hair, terrible temper before six in the morning — sends me with an invitation for dinner."
i don't even know what year this is from ft. @coruscatiio
It startled her at first.
That she was never expecting visitors aside, it was not a familiar knock. Not quite Ur's, and certainly not Solomon's ─ if the too-feminine, muffled voice that had been approaching was anything to go by. The sickening and unfamiliar feeling of her heart falling to her stomach flared within her again. Not a reaction she was used to.
Mary was intentional when she rose from her chair ─ careful not to slide the stiff yet sturdy chair across the old wooden floors of the cabin. There would be no way of knowing who was on the other side, so she thought it best to be quiet as a mouse.
As though by sheer force of will, she managed to get her heartrate somewhat in check as she slowly approached the door. She was not defenseless. Far from it, really. Truthfully, the cause of her anxiety was more the matter of what face she'd soon see, rather than fearing for a potential threat. Who might have been looking, and successfully found her.
"Does a Mary live here?" A feminine voice called from the other side - the same voice which had been cursing its way there, in fact. It was not one she recognized, and certainly didn't technically raise any alarms for her.
As she opened the door and she peeked out, a stranger stood there.
Good. A stranger. Not bad news.
"A Mary might be staying here..." She answered, cautiously, but honestly (to her own surprise).
Whatever questions she may have had were swiftly answered by the lady standing there, thankfully. At least she was to-the-point. A best case scenario, at that moment.
Her look of mild surprise didn't last long when the unmistakable description of Ur was voiced, and she instinctively opened the door wider.
"Oh, Ur? Ur is your sister?" She responded before really thinking about it, but she did glance back at the countertop, where a bowl sat, covered with a towlette.
The dough still needed to rise, but... She could just bring it over with her, and bake it there─so long as Ur agreed. It could work out, as she'd intended to bake an entire bun for Ur and Solomon anyway.
She smiled at the visitor, stood up a little straighter and said, "I would love to join you all. At what time should I be there?" Mary would not put it past Ur to expect her there shortly, but figured it was best not to assume rushing was in order.
🌼🐌 answered asks ! // send "PAT PAT PAT" to pat my muse on the head ( no longer accepting ! )
@killrate sent: PAT PAT PAT 💕🥹
ARI MELTED BENEATH THE GENTLENESS OF her mother’s touch, chuckling as Mary’s hand patted the chocolate crown of her head not once, not twice, but THREE whole times! PAT, PAT, PAT!
“hi, mmm … ma … hi, Mama,” Ari greeted her warmly. The innocent twinkle in Ari’s eyes always gleamed a bit brighter whenever Mary was near. "I lll ... I love Mama."
Though Ari was previously engrossed in the Thrilling Activity of Drawing, her crayons and coloring sheet were quickly abandoned at the table—a half-finished blush pink tulip, meant to be a gift for Mary—so that she could reach a free little hand out to her mother, attempting to return the playful gesture.
“I … I can do it to mmm … to Mama too, peas? I m – may?”
“The world is dark, and light is precious. Come closer, dear reader. You must trust me. I am telling you a story.”
independent roleplay blog for a fandomless child oc 🐌 written by winnie 🍯 // carrd promo by @theircurse! // art by cutie.budgie_art
BG3 Verse
Name: Marilyn Abaddon ( allegedly ) Age: 20 Race: Mephistopheles Tiefling (of unusually short stature) Homeland: Baldur's Gate Class: Wizard (School of Necromancy) Romanced companion: Rolan It's either Halsin or Karlach. Or the Dream Guardian lowkey... Preferred weapon: Spellsparkler Preferred items: Spellcrux Amulet, Weavemother's Robe, Killer's Sweetheart, Ring of Protection. Favourite cantrip: Chill Touch, Sacred Flame Favourite spell: Circle of Death, Disintegrate, Chain Lightning Closest friend: Astarion & Shadowheart; Marilyn is no stranger to cults, and she was exceptionally patient with Shadowheart. Occupation: Adventurer; took a trip to Avernus for 6 months, but returned for Baldur's Gate for another 6 months.
The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.
/ I miss everyone !! Sorry I haven’t been active 😖 I keep writing Elden ring fanfiction , I can’t stop ( I am never gonna publish this , I’m just brain rotted )
/ I’d really like to come back now that the grievances I was having ( not in this rpc ) have subsided & though I’m very busy at the moment, I’ll work on cleaning out my drafts as well as my following 💗 since we are a small rpc I’d like to keep my dash with the people who I know I’ll interact with ( so if we don’t write , no hard feelings ! I just wanna keep a more focused dash )
/ Ok ! I've cleaned my following a bit - and i have to stress , no hard feelings if i unfollowed ! i cleaned out archived blogs, years-long hiatuses, and those i have never in years written with. i figure if our muses dont know each other in 2+ years ? 😭 we'll probably never write , which is ok ! we can only have energy for so many verses/people - im a busy adult too and i understand we dont always have the mental space to interact with EVERYONE we follow 💕 this way, i can focus on drafts to begin writing with you all again 🥰 i'm really glad our tiny rpc is coming to life again , and that may be the only reason i mustered up the energy to return to my ft muses 😘 for now i will just focus on mary and perhaps yukino next ( i've been thinking about her so much lately). and gajeel of course , my beloved raccoon man 💕
oh, look. and a new ooc tag. c:
whatever *unwrites your story*
“Happy Father’s Day to the men that I’ve called daddy.”
Oh, right.
“And to Jellal, who I’ve also called daddy, I suppose.”
👌/ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
&. @astraebled
“Star-boy.”
/ give an affectionate or derogatory nickname.
/ I’d really like to come back now that the grievances I was having ( not in this rpc ) have subsided & though I’m very busy at the moment, I’ll work on cleaning out my drafts as well as my following 💗 since we are a small rpc I’d like to keep my dash with the people who I know I’ll interact with ( so if we don’t write , no hard feelings ! I just wanna keep a more focused dash )
Please un-learn guilt-tripping, not only in the RPC, but in online spaces as a whole.
This is a passive behavior that people may not even realize that they're even engaging with. I understand wanting asks, starters, replies, or any engagement with this collaborative hobby. However, a lot of people say things such as;
'I wish more people would interact with me...' 'My (canon muse) isn't as good as other (canon muses) in the rpc...' 'I should just delete... Nobody's writing with me...' '(reblogs open starter again) #some replies would be nice...'
I hate to be blunt, but ask yourself. When was the last time you sent your mutuals some asks, anonymous or not? When was the last time you replied to someone else's open starter? I understand being in a bad funk, but there are better ways to deal with those negative emotions that don't involve guilting your follower-base for not engaging with you constantly. You can't be possessive of your following and expect them to be happy to engage with you. Your writing partners are people, too.
Please stop guilting people, and recognize when you may be doing it when phrasing things in specific ways. Un-learn passive aggressive engagement with your following and partners as a whole. Put yourself out there if you think other people aren't. Be the writing partner that uplifts people, not make them feel 'obligated' to engage with you. Please.
