#aetrnalis

[raiiryuu]

"Who let you three outta jail??"

@nocentis @aetrnalis @sinshckled

[astro1derland]

In today’s transits, Uranus at 27° Taurus ♉️ 09’ and Pluto at 29° Capricorn ♑️ 47’ both align in a sextile with Neptune at 28° Pisces ♓️ 28’. Our sense of freedom to deal successfully with power struggles align and blend well with our dreams, dream world and fantasies in a stable, consistent, happy, healthy and fulfilling way. Find your happiness today. Find your safe space today. Find what makes you happy today.

[icemde]

everyone's inbox right now

[quiiscnt]

literally so sorry I even asked

[gallantfairy]

‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’ / - jellal

( @aetrnalis / prompts / accepting )

❛ ---- ?! ❜

Stricken with an unanticipated circumstance, the gallant knight could only do so much as to allow a sigh to escape parted lips. Seemingly, and inevitably, anyone could partake in such activities --- despite how surprising it might be. After all, Jellal wasn't someone that appears to be the life of the party.

❛ Careful not to overdo it, you party animal. ❜

[fairybond]

“No, I don’t suppose I’d call myself a people person. I’m rather more interested in birds, actually.” // @ lisanna ( imagining jellal in a bird shirt now )

Some old meme I can't be bothered finding // @aetrnalis

If you had asked Lisanna how she thought her next visit to Magnolia would go, she would certainly have not been able to predict the current situation. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been too surprising to her however. Sleepovers with Lucy and Levy were common for her, and even Natsu joining in was not completely rare. The addition of Jellal was what stood out. He seemed rather out of place in the apartment, while everyone else lounged upon piles of blankets and pillows.

The specifics of how Jellal came to be under Natsu’s (and to some degree, Levy’s, as she was present and still very much working for the Council) supervision was not totally clear to her. There was something said about Gajeel she thought, but she’d decided not to get caught up on the details. After all, what was happening now was much more important…

“Hmm, interesting,” she said, eyes dropping back to the magazine in her hand, “Okay, not a people person…so if I follow that line…”

She tapped the diagram on the page, lightly dragging her fingertip along the coloured line.

“Next question…do you prefer summer or winter?”

The answer would determine whether Jellal’s soulmate was Rogue Cheney or Lyon Vastia.

[icemde]

❝ ... what the actual fuck.

[gallantfairy]

‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’ // honestly this is legit. - jellal

( @aetrnalis )

❛ . . . ❜

Futility graced current occurence, inevitably almost. Canvas painted with complexions of umber glancing at the individuality upon her sight, as melancholia was illustrated upon facade. Vigorous arms had taken a folded formation underneath armed sternum, as the back of masculine structure had made contact with the harsh wooden wall behind; prompting to a more comfortable posture. Conversationalism amid potent mages was frequent, and such would be the topics at times --- or such would be the direction that said topics would divert to, involuntary at times.

Jellal's past was no secret to many of them --- and the gallant fairy was no exception. Oftentimes you would catch her presence reminiscing the past, indicating as a reminder at how things have changed; changed for the better. And her fellow comrade had shown willingness to walk on the path to aforeskeed redemption. Truly, a view to behold.

But the past still exists.

It exists as a reminder of what had transpired, and a motivation to move forward --- for the betterment of the future. Erza had acknowledged this; she had acknowledged his attempts for improvement, his efforts in becoming a better version of himself. Henceforth she would constantly provide her support --- after all, he was someone that she dearly valued, akin to her fellow guildmates. Yet understandably she could understand his apprehension and grasp of life.

For now, she has taken the liberty to offer no continuance of said discussion or remain wordless and observant. Sometimes, time is the best healing method.