Midnight Sonata

MacBeth Orlaith / Erza Scarlet Canon Divergent role playing blog featuring characters from Fairy Tail (Theme currently under construction most links do not currently work.)

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Hiatus until I get my life gets sorted out. Anyone that's interacted with this newbie has been great and I value you, but I need to work on some non-rp stuff.

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now this was odd. but, he can't exactly deny that he'd become good friends with macbeth recently and this tradition was all about giving back to friends, after all. his mother would kill him for leaving somebody out. "macbeth." he clears his throat, "i, uh, if you'll indulge me there's and old family tradition..." he trails off and simply resorts to thrusting the orange rose in their direction, "it's, uh, for you. for being my friend ..." he frowns, "if you want it, that is."

They rested their hand upon their chin as Vastia approached them. Their lips spreading in an amused smile at the others started to stumble his speech. It was guilty pleasure to see the man in any kinda of uncomfortable state. They had intended to enjoy this rare expression. That was until the flower was thrusted upon them. Their head snapped back off their chin and they gave a bewildered stare at the flower. It was a rose of various orange hues, a type Macbeth had never seen before.

“Well, if you have spares to give out I don’t mind.” Macbeth snatches the flower out of his hand. Whipping his face away from the other as he brings the rose to his mouth. A silly attempt at hiding a more sheepish smile than the one before. “Vast…Lyon, thank you.”

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Wake up Midnight Game!

Erik ( @venomslayer) “Woke Up Midnight!” by [☆] put a snake in their bed! 

The evening had been quite gloomy. A light rain had begun to putter against the window and a fog began to roll in. Along with it came one of the only people possessing a key to Macbeth’s house. They had trusted the man more than an individual they had the pleasure of working with. A foolish mistake! The traitor had entered their bedroom, but not alone. Accompanying him was a shiny black gentlemen that coiled around his arm.

The slayer began to slip the reptilian fellow under the sheets, preparing to watch the terror unfold. Moments passed and nothing happened, he began to wounder if the snake had simply fell asleep. Erik started to reach a hand out to look under the covers, but that’s when it happened. In the corner of their eye they saw it. Macbeth’s face began to violently twitch. Eyes shot opened as they screamed and jumped out of bed. The scream began to waver and distort as if coming through a faulty radio. Macbeth grabbed their friend by the shoulder continuing  to scream static into their face. Sections of their face and hands moved about disconnecting into sections and changed color. As the sections of lines continued to separate in different black moving tubes, they began to spill to the floor as a pile of snakes. 

Holding Erik’s original scaly friend, Macbeth stood in the door way snickering. “You think I’d sleep through my favorite holiday? Hope you enjoyed our trick.”

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Macbeth ♪↠ Blendy ( @thornled​)

she was about to deliver her sharp retort when the situation changed. she was quick on her feet, always had been — fast enough to outrun death on more than one occasion — and she had been a mage since she had been a child. some things could only be explained with a vague hand gesture and the mumbled words instincts, you know? but sherry would call it intuition and her intuition was the result of hard training. she had been hit by a hundred blows along the years, sidestepping one was hardly worth a celebration. it still was not good enough.

against what was norm for most mages, sherry’s heart rate slowed as she took a deep breath. ba-dum. she was no fire mage, fortunately — lamia scale’s fire mages had always tended to be either fools or martyrs — but it was not like she had trusted her eyes much anyway in the past years. her sight was worsening with every year, it was not long until she would have to undergo surgery. ba-dum. she exhaled, casting a spell that connected a thousand thin strings of magic with her right hand. it was a spell she had adapted for a different situation, but it would serve her well now as well. if she could not see, then she would feel. ba-dum. jura would be proud, probably, she mused as she twisted her left hand, reaching for the criminal with a hand made of stone and pulling them away from the spot where they had fallen. jura had said that if she trained hard, she could be a mage capable of going the distance in a fight and ultimately winning based on her endurance. usually, she was too impatient for this, but in the dark, it might be worth a thought. ba-dum.

‘‘ sorry to disappoint, fire magic really isn’t up my alley, ’’ she said, almost cheerful. she kept trying to control her heart rate, to breathe slowly, but there was a vague trace of amusement seeping into her voice. she had dealt with so many bandits over the past months, it was nice to fight something else for a change, something that was not motivated by the desire to take advantage of the desolate state wide parts of the country were in after the war. it was nice not to be angry during a fight. ‘‘ and the name is blendy. i suspect your dear friend angel has some unflattering nicknames for me, but that really shouldn’t be the point right now. ’’

If it hadn’t been for the grip of the stone hand pulling them along they might have never un-clipped from that wall. The tips of their shoes dragged across the ground as their new touchy friend gravitated toward their mistress. The situation felt more than ridiculous, but as her tone changed they couldn’t help but let their shoulders relax. Taking advantage of the moment they closed their eyes and took a few deep breaths. Back then Scarlet had pointed out their weaknesses, ever since then they had been working on overcoming them. Except this one that is... Somethings were too deeply rooted into ones core to simply shrug off, but they didn’t have much of a choice. They lightly swatted at the stone hand, an improvised signal to be released. They marched behind her, matching their foot steps with the rhythm of her own.

They took care to take a few more breaths before opening their eyes. Not that it mattered, at this point it was too dark to see much of anything. Well if only that had been the case...Macbeth opened their eyes to view a variety of monstrous limbs protruding from the darkness, one of which attempted to grasp at their companion’s head, only to go right through her. “Well that’s not good.” They whispered under their breath. “I assume you can’t see, correct?” After all, any sane person would have mentioned something about the abominations flying about. Even so she seemed to effortlessly guided them through every turn of this horrid maze. They watched as another indescribable creatures arm stab their own chest, just to fade away moments after. Bring a hand up to the front of their face they sighed. A red glow emitted from their eyes to their palm. “Probably for the best.”

So this was the puppeteer that their friend had complained about for years. It seemed Sorano had taken some creative liberties while describing their appearance. “Well Mrs. Blendy, you could say your not what I was expecting.” After a sickle handed monster failed to lop her head off, Macbeth glanced over to the floating rock hand beside them. Reaching up they grasped the hand, bring it lower to them while intertwining fingers with it. It wasn’t the hand of the person they had wished it to be, but it was better than nothing. “I disagree by the way, that is the point.” After all the abuse in the tower you would have thought the zealots would have taught them when to keep their mouth shut, especially when in a inescapable hell such as this. Lessons never learned, they spoke “You said I was responsible. Mrs. Blendy tell me..is the darkness we caused you as irreversible as mine is to me?”

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Macbeth ♪↠ Sherry( @thornled​)

inside of her, anger surged. nirvana was not a topic she wanted to discuss — it was too difficult, the aftershock had reached top far. it had not been over when she had gotten back to zinnia, when the endless stream of doctors had paraded through her hospital room. it had not been over when she had been released from hospital, when she had had to keep up her work and keep her head above water  despite  the shadows that hounded her at night. she had been a night owl before, too, but the nightmares had made it far more appealing to stay up until she was too exhausted to remain on her feet. sleep potions had not helped  at all.

‘‘ just some advice, ’’ she said as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared grimly at the other’s back, ‘‘ bringing up a dark chapter in someone else’s life is foolish, especially when you’ve been  responsible. ’’

Her words had almost stopped them in their tracks. In particular it had been her final word that caused them to bit at their lip. They didn't have any idea what kind of darkness she spoke of, but she wasn't the only one their past actions had effected. Having been a sadistic bastard left them with a long list of vengeful people. Their mind restlessly pinged with various excuses they could muttered, but voicing any felt too self-served. Instead they stuffed their hands into their pockets. “Advice heeded.” They continued to walk down the tunnel, it’s narrowing and darkness increased with every step. A familiar sensation began to creep its way up their spine. They brought a trembling hand up to the back of their neck rubbing the area. She had been right about another thing. They were foolish, for only a fool would continue with this conversation. The same one they had been warned not to, but leaving it at just that felt off. “It’s rare you know. Running into the villain from a ‘dark chapter’.” Their mind leaned against their relationship with Jellal. In someways this situation wasn’t too much different, except the roles had been reversed. “I had someone like that once.” 

Before they could continue something brushed against their face. A shriek escaped them as they flung against the wall. Slamming their back against the cold stone. Despite realizing they had been unharmed their heart raced and their nails clung to the stone wall. They squinted forward to see what had interrupted them. Hidden in the dark hung a mere piece of foliage from somewhere above. They shifted their view over to the women behind them. Her was face barley visible from the dim light behind her. “Any chance you’re a fire mage...miss?” Blast they didn’t even know her name.

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Letters Never Sent:

Scarlet,                                                                    X81 Autumnsmoon

We stopped at an inn for the night. I wounder how many times I’ve started a letter that way to you. Then again when else do I have time to write? It’s a small shabby place. The type where you can’t tell if the wood had always been this dark or if it’s just that old. Despite my wording, I quite like gloomy little places as this. I found myself digging my nail into the table i’m sitting at. Picking at the boards to see how brittle they were. The inn keeper gave me a look for doing so. Normally i’d would have paid him no mind, but he was kind enough to house us and give me a stiff drink. I know, it’s his job to do so, nothing special right? Well not every inn keep is willing to do so when they have posters with you and all your friends posted on a bulletin. Whoever drew me didn’t do me justice. I look much more…androgynous than that. No need for worry thought, he doesn’t seem to have any intention of turning us over, if he had this place would have been filled with rune nights by now. The place doesn’t seem to get many people stopping by, perhaps he was just happy to have the company.

Did you know i’m worth 100,000 more jewels than Erik? Sorano had been poking fun at him about it all night. It’s It’s amusing to see the too bicker, especially over the little things. I guess being a sadistic prick paid off after all. I take it back by the way. I bet some of your friends do have posters hanging in some inns. Maybe not wanted posters, but I imagine that hot headed friend of yours being kicked out of a few places. Perhaps you too, your lot tends to be destructive. I should know, you yourself have left me with a few chips in my ribs. I’m rubbing my fingers along my rib-cage now. You can feel the divots in the bone, passed the scar tissue. I can imagine your face reading this now. Somewhere in between apologetic and ‘you deserved it’. Well was I right? You weren’t wrong thought, i did. No need to feel any unease about it. I only resent you a little for the scar it left. Maybe you can buy me a drink for it later and I’ll buy you one for having been a evil bastard.

If you’re still in Magnolia in two weeks time I wouldn’t mind meeting you at the usual place…About that new bakery you were raving about last time, if it’s open now well…it’s not a drink, but I wouldn’t mind the change of pace.

-Macbeth

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killrate‌:

❝Pussy! You probably just caused illusions left and right, while you were chillin’ on a bench the whole game~!❞ 

“Ah, so tales of my ultimate strategy have reached even your ears. Try not to be too impressed.”

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“Haha amusing. I’ll have you know I use to be the Balam Alliance’s undefeated snowball champion. No one could manage to land a hit.”

[poisontongued]

❝… So, like, you cheated. With magic.❞

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“It was the Balam Alliance... cheating was encouraged.”

[juviasbutt]

🍂-Macbeth

send ‘🍂’ to push my muse into a pile of leaves! - X 

Fall, it was such a bittersweet time of year. The colours of the leaves changing all around brought beauty near and far but soon after would follow the bitter bite of winters breath. On this particular autumn day the rain woman had been shuffling through the trails of one of the forests, leaves littered around everywhere that the eyes could see. On top of it all, a very light shower had been present, causing a relaxation wave of sounds as the raindrops hit against the dried up leaves upon the ground. 

Moving about with a little spin here and there she had been far too indulged in her surroundings to pick up on anyone approaching her. Juvia took a step forward following a twirl and reached up to adjust her hat upon her head. “Such a peaceful morn–” Wait a minute. Her words would fall short as she felt the sudden shove of someone whom had snuck up behind her. 

As first her body reacted in a means of catching her balance, pressing against her tiptoes with arms failing in a circular motion. “W-Whooa!!” But to no avail did her attempt seem to help her in any shape of form. Before she knew it, she had been shoved forward and into a large pile of leaves with a faint squeak! As her body made contact, the leave sprung up in a splash like fashion. Once buried within the leaves she slowly adjusted to rest upon her knees, and poke her head out from the top of the pile, fiery leaves decorating locks of blue, while ocean hues searched for whom had gone and shoved her in the first place! 

With her gaze slowly widening, both eyes rested upon their form, staring up at them with a faint pout. “Y-you? Why did you push Juvia into a pile of leeeaves?” Her arms lifted for dramatic affect causing even more to flutter about. There was a little pout present on her lips as well. 

She of course wasted no time taking a pile into her arms and tossing into their direction. 

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Macbeth ☾↠Juvia( @juviasbutt​​)

Macbeth had always preferred this time of year. Nature had somehow been able to make something gloomy so colorful. Macbeth was no stranger to these woods and often found themselves wondering about it’s splendor. It had been lightly raining but Macbeth’s reflector made a good substitute umbrella. However the sounds of the rain drops throughout the trees were not the only sounds within the woods. That’s when they spotted her, a women in blue spinning and frolicking around. A small wicked smile spread on their face as they began to approach her.

~~ They couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as she emerged from the pile of leaves. When they had shoved her into the leaves, they hadn’t expected her expressions to be so entertaining. As the leaves she tossed in retaliation neared, they seemingly swept around as if wanting to avoid contact with them. Staring into her glisting blue eyes and pouting face the couldn’t but coyly smile.

“Juvia you say?” They reached done to pick up one of the fallen leaves, holding it up  in the air as if presenting it. “Well Juvia, they’re a beautiful color this time of year are they not?” With a twist of the wrist they tossed the leaf away, before extending the same hand out to her. “They complimented you so well it seemed like such a shame not to surround you in them.”

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"Haha amusing. I’ll have you know I use to be the Balam Alliance’s undefeated snowball champion. No one could manage to land a hit.”

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Macbeth ♪↠ Jellal( @flightharted​)

Dead silence remained between the pair as they walked to their destination, with the guild having had split in three’s towards the next mission. The air felt stiff to Jellal, probably mostly coming from the quietness between the two along with the dead air. It was easy to see that there was a distance between them, not really in terms of actually walking distance but mostly in terms of closeness so to say. Jellal wasn’t surprised in the least though, it had been expected for the most part on his side at least. Even though they all were in a guild together, that didn’t mean they’d all suddenly be buddy buddy with one another. Somewhat cordial to another, but nothing more then such. 

Jellal knew that for the most part he was a big source of their pain if not the main source, so he didn’t expect any sort of friendly gestures as such. No matter how much he was trying to redeem himself, make up for the hurt he has caused people. The mage in return didn’t expect forgiveness or for people to feel as such for that matter. 

A glance was given to Midnight in acknowledgement to them speaking, mostly a jest at Jellal. Not that it really bothered him at all. His gaze remained on him as lips parted, “ Not at all. That is unless you are feeling a bit tired yourself. Then by all means. “ A slight gesture of his hands was given but his walking movements did not falter or pause for that matter.

Their response was unsurprising. That’s how it had always been between them and the blue star. They shrugged their shoulders at their fruitless attempt to get a rise out of the man. Stealing another glance they dropped their fake smile. Macbeth had no intention of stopping to rest if he didn’t. Their hands slipped into their pockets as the continued to stare forward, returning to the silence. It was a stubbornness that was hard for them to shake off. One that had imbetted itself since their youth. “As strong willed as always. You were Brains favorite after all...”

A single laugh escaped their mouth. They had manged to say something so childish. It couldn’t be helped it though. The blue star had always brought up numerous types of vexations within them. Swirling like a cluster of various issues they held against the man. It was hard to not remember a day where they didn’t curse his very existence.

Yet here they stood next to that same man. No that’s not right. They thought to themselves. This Jellal was nothing like the one from their memories. “You just had to go and change.” As they passed over the hill Macbeth could see their destination come into view. Over the city loomed a dark sky, one whose rain began to creep their way. “Who am I supposed to hate now?” 

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I have officially removed the he/him pronouns for Macbeth. It is now solely they/them.

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Wake up Midnight Game!

Sting ( @poisonouslightslayer​) “Woke Up Midnight!” by [♫]= Play loud music! (Dance/Techno music)

It had been the sickest of base drops that finally woke them. Although waking up in this situation had felt more like entering a hallucinogenic fever dream. Their once empty and quite room had become a raging party packed with dancing strangers. They couldn’t fathom how the set up, music or even the people dancing on their bed hadn’t woken them!? They started to break out into a sweat, stunned by whomever was laying out these fresh beats.

Breaking free of the mindless shock that held them, they began to look for the source.Their eyes followed a scattering stream of lights that lead back to the now obvious culprit. Sting stood mixing in front of a couple of turntables as the crowed cheered him on. An array of beaming white lights flickered off him into the room. On two stools next to him were two cats holding up colorful lenses as the beams moved around, forcing them to change colors. Behind him stood a man in all black that created a black fog that drifted off the small stage. 

The DJ finally took note of the rooms original occupant. His shades lowered down his nose to reveal his eyes, he smiled at Macbeth. Seconds later he turns his head and nods at someone in the room. Never once stopping the music or light show. Moments later a very large man in a black suit stands in front of Macbeth and speaks. “You’re not on the list.” With ease the man picks Macbeth up over his shoulder and escorts them out of the room. As the door slams shut and the music becomes muffled, Macbeth sits against a wall outside their room.

“What...just happened?”

Success! You’ve woke up Midnight! (But...but nothing you’ve 100% succeed and this was too fun to write!)

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Wake up Midnight Game! 

Natsu ( @ofchargers​)  “Woke Up Midnight!” by [ ⍩ ]  kicking open the door and screaming...wait! What’s this, there’s more!? Additionally Natsu’s going to  [ ⊗ ]  Cannon ball the bed!

Their morning started with the approach of the worlds loudest dragon slayer bursting in. The force behind his flame enhanced kick managed to break the door right off it’s hinges! Macbeth was unaware of the state of their door, for every sound in the room had been overtaken by Natsu’s roaring overture. An endless unintelligible scream that sufficed in making the loudest possible noise his lungs could produce. Macbeth’s crimson eyes snapped open as they rolled over to glare at the pink haired annoyance. Feelings of rage quickly faded as they watch Natsu take a running jump towards the bed. Both now screamed as Natsu curled his knees to his chest and hurled like a ball towards them. 

All according to plan! Macbeth ends their screams of terror, replacing it with a smug smirk. As Natsu’s plummets near Macbeth the world around him shatters like glass. The illusion breaks throughout the room and Nastu crushes into an empty bed. Now appearing inside the door-less frame they scoffed. “Nice try, but If you insist on this behavior each time i’m here...I’ll eventually catch on.”

Success! You woke up midnight! (but they tricked you with an illusion...also you broke the door, rude!)

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ragingfangs‌:

Strength to protect those that protected me.

For my DemonSlayer mutuals (Or anyone else)

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coxgitando‌:

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship