≛ ruled by mars.

ind. fairy tail oc. canon div. multiverse. dash-only. written by fae.

[lightrallies]

this is an independent blog for a fairy tail original character: logan winchester; a 46 year old astrologer, and heavenly body mage of lamia scale. 

because there’s no way the only famous guild mages are between 20-30 years old. 

rules: here info: here reference: younger logan ╱ present-day logan.

written by fae ( 27 , EST time zone ). 

other blogs: @steeltempered / @killrate / @o-pleiades

[abluerowan]

So the James Webb telescope took a picture of a infant star!!

The small glowing blob is protostar L1527! Caught in the glow of its sunrise-like creation the baby is only 100,00 years old! It can take up to 50 million years for a star to reach the size of our sun. This infant has a long time to go.

Located 460 light years away this is one hell of a childhood photo!

[sandcvstles]

five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ” 

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

[lightrallies]

“I could recognize him by tits alone.” // @fulgorcrwned

@fulgorcrwned

As an immediate reflex, Logan very nearly spits out his drink as he hears the words. It's not that it's a particularly vulgar thing to say ( because Logan isn't a saint by any means ), it just caught him off-guard!

And so, he's struggling to swallow down his drink before finally being able to laugh out loud, freely.

"You─you have to check that I'm not about to take a sip before saying somethin' like that, man." He manages through laughter.

But back to Vito's original statement: he can recognize a man by his tits alone!

"But, uhh... Not me, Vito. I'm afraid I'm too much of a gentlem─wait a minute, cheater. He has a tattoo right over his chest."

It all makes sense now! "It's no wonder how you recognize them."

prompt .

[lightrallies]

fact: cymbie enjoys simple card games a lot.

@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.

prompt .

[lightrallies]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂  𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊  𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

achilles 

best of the greeks, eager for honor, and quick to rage: you could easily live content and easy until you're gray-haired, but glory and fame call for you just beyond the horizon. you are not prone to self-reflection and trip into the same pits of wrath at bruised pride over and over. are you truly ready to sacrifice everything so that your name will be immortalized? is your fury what you want to be remembered for?

[rubymemes]

𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (a collection of prompts from text posts I saved. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)

“You’re such an idiot. I will literally kiss you on the mouth.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID???”

“Not evil anymore, I want to be loved now.”

“Babygirl, you are awkward and do not understand social cues.”

“Sorry about being mentally ill, the sex will be bomb though.”

“What if my best self is a cunt that can’t wake up before noon?”

“They’ve got something gay going on.”

“I’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know.”

“I couldn’t fix him. But I could fuck him.”

“I am a generator of hate, and my rage is a renewable resource, like sunshine.”

“If you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not.“

“I’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual.”

“You’re talking mad shit for a guy within kissing distance.”

“I’m sorry I’m hot and funny. Are you mad at me?”

“You make a lot of threats for someone who is short and can’t even do a push-up.”

“My fear of abandonment is so strong, because if I could I would abandon myself too.”

“Your first kill together as a couple is an important relationship milestone.”

“My kink? Knowing all the information.”

“I think Aristotle said that.”

“The Universe has a sense of humor and I can respect the commitment to the bit but, girl, please.”

“Vulnerability is so hard. If I told you anything sappy know that I had a hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment and repression.”

“Please don’t say mean things to me.”

“My hobbies include knowing and being right.”

“I told you a joke and you’re laughing. I love you.”

“I’m covered in blood for sexy reasons. Also I just got stabbed.”

“I don’t identify as “male” or “female”, I identify as a warning.”

“I’ve made a huge mistake.”

“First of all, I didn’t “miss” the red flags. I looked at them and thought: yeah, that’s sexy.”

“I could recognize him by tits alone.”

“I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Like, bitch, I am a sign from God. Start running.”

“Can someone please be proud of me? Like fuck, I’m trying.”

[lightrallies]

What tragic death would you suffer?

the sacrifice

you die saving the thing you love. maybe it is family, friends, perhaps even a cause. they will carry your face with them for the rest of their lives, and every milestone they pass will make them think of you. it does not matter because you won't be there to experience it with them. years down the line, they will meet people who do not even know the weight of your name upon their skin. this is what your selflessness gets you in the end.

[chaoticormemes]

Inbox prompt: send a fact about your muse and I will reply with a related fact about my muse !

[emperorvastias]

with permission, lyon sat down. originally, he as going to sit at the end of the table, but it seemed the man was open to conversation. and well, perhaps he should try to talk to the others in the guild. it seemed the right thing to do, anyway. though he knew no joyan, the phrase had passed through language barriers and lyon allowed a small, polite smile.

at the compliments of his magic, lyon felt a surge of pride. it wasn't poisoned by his time as subzero emperor no. if anything, the conclusion of his plans made him feel even better. he used two hands now. "tobi — as in tobi horhorta — likes it when i make ice fish for his drinks. i .... er. find it hard to say no to him. so that's bound to happen at some point." lyon admitted with some embarrassment. it should be normal to admit things. they were allies. but still. tobi had really great puppy eyes.

his eyes widened just a bit. wasn't heavenly body magic used by siegrain fernandes of the council? fascinating. and astrology — lyon had no idea about any of that. well, at least this guy seemed more welcoming than others, but lyon felt himself bristle a bit at the question as a reflex. "good to meet you as well, logan. i'm from hellbore town originally, but was shipped to iris and i've — i've wandered since then." if he didn't know the details of the galuna isle, lyon wasn't going to talk about it.

[lightrallies]

Logan grins. Using it for ice-cubes? He'd never heard of it being used in such a practical matter, but he sees the appeal. 

"In that case, Tobi is much more creative than I am. The next time, I'd like to see it... You don't take offense to it if someone chews on the ice, do ya'? And follow-up question: does it hurt to hold your ice in your mouth? Since it's magic and all?" He jests, pushing his hair back and out of his face with one hand. Alas, a wavy lock of hair rebelliously falls back over his brow.

"Hellbore? I've never been. I'm originally from Hargeon myself, but I moved to Magnolia some time after joining my first guild," he explains, conveniently glossing over his reason for leaving. "I did wander around myself, before settling down in Zinnia... I wanted to make sure I liked the town, before committing to a guild." He snickers, taking a sip of lemonade ( the ice-to-lemonade ratio was a bit off ).

[wordfather]

huh. something small but unexpected happened and it threw me off my rhythm. the whole day is ruined now. its gonna take me 3-5 business days to recover

[thousandflame]

BACK IN THE DAY, CYMBELINE HAD BEEN THE YOUNGEST ON HER TEAM. the baby. she remembered the last time that jasper had poked her (at the time) slightly chubby cheeks and called her adorable a bit too well, sometimes. she still … was the youngest now. she had not stopped being the youngest, just because some had stopped aging in death. in her mind, lydia and the others would always be half a step ahead of her. love was a strange wound. she was not sure if she ever wanted it to heal.

it was strange. she had gone for years without thinking too much of those she had lost, but then—the war. a war had always been what lyds had been worried about. it was not hard to realise why her old friend’s shadow had walked beside her again when fiore had been headed for war, just like it was obvious why it was gone again now. lydia had always wanted her to walk in the present, not in the past.

inclining her head towards logan, she smiled, gently, as she squeezed his arm a little. much had been said about small gestures and long ways. in her experience, there was truth to that. “ well, ” she began, “ i am in the middle of figuring out what i want to do with my time. i was thinking about organising a freelancer agency, y'know, for mages who have normal lives but still like the occasional bit of mage work, but i don’t think i’ll go through with that, in the end. ”

there had been some concern on her part how she would even go about setting up something like that legally and with the changes that were bound to happen (because nothing ever stayed the same, everything was always in motion), she was rather certain that the legal consultation she had paid for before everything had gone to hell was fairly useless to her now. it was fine. she would figure something else out.

“ i think everyone has been busy, lately. i know i have been. so i will not hold it against you. ” she smiled, a little brighter this time. “ let me get myself a hot beverage and then, you can tell me what’s been going on among the serpents. ”

[lightrallies]

If little else, he was glad that his oldest friend remains in one piece - at least in the flesh. The soul is another matter entirely. 

They were not kids anymore and even then, they had not been whole. 

“An agency?” He raises a brow, intrigued by the idea. “It’s clever. How many mages are out traveling, taking jobs independently? I'd imagine it's quite a lot.” 

But hearing that she’d decided against it, he furrows his brows, curious. “Well… If you change your mind, I don’t see why it wouldn’t work out for you. You’re smart, firefly.”

Indeed he had been busy… In hindsight, he wishes he’d spent more time focusing on rebuilding as opposed to staring at star charts until he beat them to death, obsessing over hypotheticals that would never matter, because what’s done is done. 

Not recommended in an astrologer’s practice, but Logan’s need for answers often overpowers his better judgment. 

Once they’re seated ( by a window, where the snow-capped trees dominate the view ), Logan taps a finger against the lid of his coffee. 

“Lamia is… Well, everyone is doing their best. You’ve probably heard, but during the war, our Chelia lost her magic entirely. There are no words for having an entire future that you’ve envisioned, crumble in front of you.”

Logan knows the feeling far too intimately.

“But, on a lighter note… We do have a new face around. Sherry is overseeing one of Crime Sorciere’s people. She’s not trouble, though. I have to be honest, I expected worse to come from it. Our fire mage, Neil, gives her a real dirty look sometimes. But then again, it's hard to find a person that he doesn't antagonize.” He explains. As he raises his cup to his lips, he barely stifles a chuckle. “If you’re that bored, you should consider joining Lamia Scale. Master Ooba would like you.” 

The instant that the words leave his lips, Logan breaks eye contact with Cymbeline. The curse. He forgot about Lamia's curse, gods be damned. His heart drops to his stomach - but at the very least, he’s careful not to display it in the form of body-language.

Depending on Cymbeline’s response, he’d have to triple-check her star-chart… Just to ensure that he can rule out ‘horrendous death’. He’d never wanted to look for potential death in the charts of any of his loved ones, but he’ll have to make an exception once he’s alone.

[emperorvastias]

@lightrallies

being in a guild was ... well, there was a lot more around than he was sued to. but it wasn't as cramped as he expected the lifestyle to be. and it was less noisy than expected. which was an absolute plus for him. there as that neil guy who kept looking him up and down that annoyed lyon, so he opted for one of the tables in the guild as far away as possible, but, there was one person there. it was certainly big enough for others. however, lyon didn't want to annoy one of the people here. he was still new.

"excuse me." his voice was steady, not too loud. his face was neutral as always. "is it alright if i sit here? i do not want to bother you." lyon did not want to go on about the whys. but he could feel the look from neil and it made him uncomfortable. "i'm lyon vastia, by the way. dynamic ice make mage." and that part, specifically his magic, was said with pride.

[lightrallies]

Logan was not particularly tuned into whatever was going on around him. Not because he was feeling anti-social, but rather because he’d had a question and free time. As such, he had cast a horary chart. 

Even before the young man had approached him, he wasn’t taking notes, only observing the hologram in front of him. At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, he doesn't hesitate to glance up - pushing his lacrima projector aside a bit. “Welcome to the team,” is Logan’s initial response, but he nods - gesturing towards the seat in front of himself. “It’s no trouble at all. Take a seat. Mi casa es su... Er, table.” He says, defeated. 

His Joyan was never very good.

At the boy’s introduction, Logan finds himself smirking. “Dynamic ice-make?" Interesting. Logan had heard of molding magic capable of movement, but had never known anyone who could use it in the form of ice-make. "Fascinating. I’ve never actually had the pleasure of meeting anyone who could do what you do. You'll have to show me your work some time.”

With that, he closes the compact-projector, deciding that he was done with his chart for the moment. He extends a hand, offering Lyon a handshake. “I’m Logan Winchester. Heavenly body mage, and astrologer. It’s good to meet you, Lyon. You’ll have to forgive me for not having known your name already. The job I was out on delayed me by a few days... But tell me, where are you from, Lyon?”

[verticordiia]

rip logan @lightrallies because this conversation IS happening right in front of him

[lightrallies]

No, it was Logan’s fault. He should not have been standing there.

[thousandflame]

USUALLY, CYMBELINE TENDED TO BE EARLY.  it was a leftover from the lessons on professionalism her uncle had once taught her, how it was important to respect the time others set aside for her by not making them wait. still, while she had been attempting to arrive five minutes early, things had not gone entirely according to plan (she had needed to find a new pair of tights after the first one had torn just as she had gotten ready to actually depart) and so, logan was already there, waiting for her in front of their meeting spot rather than inside. it was … mildly embarrassing, she would admit as much. but not as embarrassing as appearing to a hangout with torn clothes.

“ logan. ” she smiled brightly as she accepted the hug, mindful of his coffee. “ likewise—it’s been entirely too long. ”

there had not been much time for spending time with friends, lately. there had been so much to do with the cleanup. and with the listening to rumours. if she had a vice, it would be schadenfreude. and things were not looking too well for someone she did not like very much.

red eyes looked over his shoulder and towards the café. “ is the coffee any good or should i play it safe and get some tea? ” she asked.

[lightrallies]

Logan gives her a firm hug, almost as if he’d forgotten that she was tangible. Perhaps the others had a point: he was isolating a bit much. Noted, he thinks to himself. It can’t be good for his health. It had started off as a form of self-care. He quickly found that, in the face of sudden and devastating loss, he really couldn’t stand people constantly offering him comfort. 

Not that he didn’t appreciate the thoughtfulness. He simply... Wanted to make an attempt at taking his mind off of Eleanor’s absence. The constant support only served to remind him of his very agonizing loss.

“The time has passed... Quickly, and yet not quick enough. I’m sorry that I haven’t written or called.” He’s straight to the point, as usual, but he wastes no further time before opening the door for her.

“They have your beloved macchiatos, if that’s what you’re asking,” he says, through a chuckle. “And, uh, lattes. 'Best to go with what you're craving, though.” He suggests, walking inside behind her.

“And Cymbie─before you ask, no. I was not waiting for long.” He reassures her with a weak smile. It was, however, the first time he’d beat her to meeting.

“Well then, tell me - how have you been doing lately? What’s new?” 

[lightrallies]

what crystal are you?

amazonite

above all you seek truth. you want to understand how the world works. you want to take things apart and put them back together again. your methods of dealing with stress and fear is to understand where it comes from. you face your demons with a focused mind and readied fists. you see everything so clearly, except yourself. it's so much harder to look inward than it is to analyze everyone else. what are you so afraid of looking at? what is it within yourself you don't want to touch? maybe one day you'll be strong enough to expose the parts of yourself you're afraid to understand.

[lightrallies]

ABOUT LOGAN:

Logan Winchester is a heavenly body mage, as well as a seasoned astrologer. He’s native to Fiore, although his mother was originally from Iceberg. 

He speaks both tongues fluently.

Just two weeks after his nineteenth birthday, Logan officially joined Fairy Tail. At the time, he was living outside of Magnolia, but considering that he dove deeply into his work, he decided to leave home and move alone to the town of Magnolia.

He remained a member of Fairy tail until the year X780, and he did not leave on great terms.

His relationship with Makarov Dreyar had soured after news of Rob’s enslavement and passing had reached the guild. There were several things about Makarov’s leadership that did not sit well with Logan.

Logan eventually found himself completely lacking any respect for him as a result of him perceiving Makarov as emotionally bankrupt. He’d never had enough tact, and so Logan left without officially resigning. 

He erased his guild mark, which had previously been on his neck.

Two months later, Logan became a Lamia Scale mage, and never looked back.

When the war broke out and Zeref’s army invaded, Logan was among the mages battling alongside his guildmates. Rumours began to spread that Fairy Tail’s guild master, Makarov, was at the center of it. Not that it would surprise him. He’s seen Makarov’s star chart. It wouldn’t be out of character for him to have had something to do with it.

His wife, Eleanor Vautier-Winchester died during the war.

Since then, his eyes have visibly aged a lot more than the average 46 year old, and his hair is mostly grey. Her death was violent, and it has plagued him.