the first master

mavis vermillion ❝ The wind that brushes your skin is a presentiment of tomorrow. ❞

[fairytailwitch]

How dare you hurt our first master!

[honey-dewss]

I may not be able to see you. There may be hundreds of miles between us. But I’ll always be looking your way. I’ll be watching over you forever. I promise"

Makarov Dreyar (Fairy Tail)

[nickiiforov]

I believe in fairies

[ponchizs]

[vmavis]

mysticallities‌:

Isuzu’s hand drifts away from her skirt. Golden hues settle on Mavis’ face and form, unable to take out the visual of her flickering out of her mind. Something was going on, confusing the woman as she tried to work it out mentally. No doubt did it involved magic, clearly knowing it. Although what kind? Isuzu was sure she’s seen most types, but this one… puzzled her. A blush formed on her cheeks as she furrows her brows.

Decding to go with their distraction plan, Isuzu grabs a bullet from her sleeve and throws it out to the farthest corner away from them. Clank! Three clanks of the bullet hitting the ground sound throughout the church, sure to grab the guard’s attention. Isuzu crouched down and didn’t make a sound via movement, simply wanting this little moment of tension to be over. Isuzu wasn’t one to resort to violence, but if they were noticed, two Steinbergers were about to come out. Isuzu noticed what Mavis said, silently agreeing.

          mavis watches with careful eyes, as the other moves and executes the decided distraction plan, a part of mavis slightly relieved as a sigh moves past petalled lips. the sound of the bullets dropping against the concrete flooring of the church initiates for the soldiers to split up, she could only decipher that through the various directions of which the echoing footsteps were heading to. she turns briefly to the other, pointing at the staircase not too far from where they were positioned, it lead up higher to the tower, perhaps mavis would finally be able to find that mysterious bell tower, one can only hope. 

          stealthy steps, as bare feet wiggled their way to the staircase, a sigh of relief leaving her, upon not hearing any more soldiers following them. she hopes it stays this way, even for a bit longer, she just wanted enough time to explore the place before being thrown out. despite her projection flickering, a part of her missed being a regular human, a desire that almost saddens her with deepened thoughts. ❝ good thinking with the bullets back there ! i just hope it keeps them busy. ❞

[vmavis]

dragonknightsworn·:

@vmavis called forth the saber  Ron was looking over the job board wondering about which job he could do. He honestly wasn’t sure which one to pick to be. He wanted to find the best job that would allow him to help the most people. Placing a hand on his chin in a thinking pose he tried to think what would be the best choice. There were so many choices, and he probably see so many different towns. “Man its always such a tough choice,”

          she too, was pondering about which job to take, despite not needing to, sometimes mavis felt that the best way to acquaint herself with the people around her was through the various jobs that were posted on the board. upon looking, she hears the voice of another beside her, seemingly having an equally difficult time choosing as she, viridescent hues turn to glance at the other, before her own words left her,  ❝ it sure is ! ❞ corners tugging as crescents form on her features, ❝ there’s a treasure hunting job up there... but i’m not too sure if it’s a reliable one, considering the requestor is allowing whoever to find the treasure to keep it. they only wish to know what the treasure is... ❞ a finger moves to gently rest on her chin, as he had prior.

[vmavis]

CONT. FROM HERE, WITH @pitchblacksteel

Gajeel understood what the First Master meant. He had a lot put on his shoulders too, but it was no where as near as much as she had upon her own. He’d never really spoken to her like this before. While he HAD talked to her, there had been a lot of others around.

“Ya deserve rest, same as the rest of us. Ya should go on a vacation or somethin’ First Master,”

He rested his chin on the table as he looked at Mavis. He knew she was over one hundred years old, and he knew about the curse since it had been explained to everyone. He wasn’t worried about anything in regards to it though.

                    “I ain’t that great at talkin’, but if ya need someone to just listen I’m willin’,”

          she felt like the lives of her guild members all sat and weighed on her own two shoulders. small shoulders, that could hardly keep her own back straight, her spine finding it tiring to straighten up every so often. it was as if the weights destined to drown her down, kept her down. and for the first time, she felt like she had become a burden to the guild, her dejected spirit fumbling in battle with her own morale, a sense she had lost not too long ago. she sighs, pulling herself together as small legs dangled against the counter of the bar, within their guild hall. 

          she always saw potential in gajeel, despite his sometimes off-putting nature, she saw a ray of light within him, peeking through the vines of darkness. it was also very hard deny the fact that he was incredibly cool and displayed a sense of overwhelming power, one she could hardly contain as excitement first reigned over her at the notice of his allegiance with fairy tail. eyes peel up, as viridescent hues rise and lay upon him, corners tug upwardly as she nods slowly, ❝ talking helps bare the soul and relieve the strain of one’s onuses. perhaps, we should all try talking a little more ! ❞ her sigh returns upon finishing her sentence, ❝ although, sometimes i do feel as though i have become incapable of protecting everyone. even if i were to go on vacation i would feel as though i would only occupy my thoughts with such things. ❞ her hands come to clap together, ❝ perhaps you could give me lessons on being tough ? ❞ hues come to shift and land on the other again.

[vmavis]

strongestofhorns·:

@vmavis

 “Being a spirit isn’t so bad. Well at least if most of your friends are dead, you get to meet them anytime if their not cowards.” comfort in the spirit zone? well yes thats something to think about. Meeting a young spirit like hers makes him glum, but he’s all about giving comfort when its not needed. 

          the other’s words only made her eyes widen in here horror, ❝ i... i would rather not think about the death of my friends. ❞ to find comfort in such a thing was merely horrible to say the least. to say she felt dejected by the spirit realm was an understatement, it wasn’t too bad.. being dead and all.. except for the part that you literally couldn’t be alive, it wasn’t too bad. dead, alive, what’s the difference ? 

         viridescent hues shift to meet with the other, ❝ are all your friends dead ? ❞

[vmavis]

STARTER FOR @dannishirosaki

          being... alive, although not exactly... was a difficult position to be in, especially as the first master of fairy tail. many of her guild mates knew of her existence and of her passing, but not many were aware that her thought projection would still linger with them within the guild hall and essentially be glue to them like the guild marks on their bodies. despite, mavis finding most of the scaring amusing and somewhat satiating her boredom, it sometimes became a little hurtful when her own guild members would react in complete fear over seeing their passed master in the flesh ( not exactly ), before them. 

          small toes, tapping against the wooden flooring of the guild hall as viridescent hues scanned the hall for any confused faces, especially with the recent increase of guild members, she wanted to acquaint herself to all who became family to the fairy tail guild. 

          moments past and she finds herself in front of the water mage that she hasn’t recalled meeting in the flesh before, ❝ hello ! i don’t believe we’ve met at the guild hall before ? i’m the first master, mavis ! ❞ her projection flickering, as it wavers on and off. 

[vmavis]

STARTER FOR @biisutoarm​

          mavis has recently discovered a new way to manoeuvre about magnolia, one that didn’t compromise her own use of magic, neither the jewels that had to go into the transportation services that fiore offered. it was a safer and more convenient method of travelling around, one that even offered her a companion in times of need and in times of boredom. and so, here she was, at the guild hall awaiting for elfman to arrive. today, she was setting off to the east forest to do some research and perhaps, if she were lucky enough to retrieve some rare herbs. she had a moment of contemplation, shoulders heaving, weight filled before shaking her head to dismiss the thought altogether, one she had grasped onto for quite some time now. she has seen the trees that grew within the east forest, and a part of her wanted to constructed some sort of home from their trunks, but a job deemed too troublesome for spirit like her. she eases her thoughts with a simple tug of her corners.

          at the sight of elfman, she raises an arm to wave at him, ❝ elfman ! are you ready ? ❞  she hasn’t quite disclosed to him the journey awaiting him today, but she hopes he won’t be too upset with the distance that he must travel today, but of course, no hard work would go unrewarded ! ❝ i’d like to go to the east forest today, please elfman and then if it’s alright with you, i’d also like to stop by the cake shop ! ❞ she nods enthusiastically, viridescent hues forming crescents as she finishes.

[sometimesrosy]

DO NOT SEND ANON HATE

DO NOT SEND ANON HATE

do not send anon hate

Do Not Send Anon Hate

DO NOT SEND ANON HATE

Do not be that person. Do not be that asshole. If you have a problem with someone tell it to their face under your own name or bitch about it in private to your friends. DO NOT SEND ANON HATE. 

[ultecr]

         ❝  for the first time in my life,                                            i felt grateful to have been born. ❞

                                                                 — ULTEAR MILKOVICH                                                                            ( rules & muse )

pls like/reblog/interact with this post & i’ll check you out thaaanks (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ @ultecr ( all follows will come from @vmavis ! )

[sarespai]

[vmavis]

brings in even more giant stuff animals into his room without sharing any of them with mavis.

          mavis grimaces as she stands outside of his door, head tilting to peak into his room, one that was filled with stuffed animals. ❝ precht... will you really not share ?! ❞

          she devises a plan, if he won’t voluntarily share with her, then she shall take them by force, even if it means she’ll have to walk over his dead body. no, not really, that’s too drastic, but maybe if she could just knock him out unconscious and then runaway with all his stuffed animals.

[vmavis]

poisonouslightslayer‌:

Oh what to do about this current problem? The many nerves that were rattled up over spotting a ghost was something he was not used to. Of all guilds why did Mavis have to visit or more like haunt his? Being a spirit she could not be seen except by members of Fairy Tail or anyone she allowed to, but being a dragon slayer he could sense her presence and pick up on many sightings that gave her away such as when she did flicker back and forth like a light switch or when he overheard the mumbling  of his guild mates constant conversations about the spook haunting his guild? Unfortunately she was. but air so force wasn’t going to help either. He only had to endure her presence and humor her at times.

A frown creased his lips; his posture slumped over from being fatigued over so much paperwork that he had finished. “Yeah, but I don’t see how you can drink?” He asked in a monotone voice; eyes adverting to the broken pieces of cup on the ground. “That’s the second one this week. I’ll be sure to give Fairy Tail the bill. Rather then break them just place it down if you don’t like it.” 

@vmavis

          petalled lips come to form a pout, one that was prompted by his mention of a bill. surely a mug of that stature would not be worth tallying ? a sigh leaving her, upon contemplating breaking more as soon as he would return to his usual guild master things. it would benefit her even more, if had randomly decided to take on a job request, that would be even better. the entire guild hall to herself, to raise hell or rather... to enjoy herself. ❝ no wonder your name is sting... you’re rather stingy. ❞ a peculiar use of salt in her tone lathering each word.

          albeit, not having been able to digest any sustenance herself, she enjoyed having it be held, as a tangible object within her projection, an illusion to her own illusion. she may not be able to eat it, but it helps bring her back to the time when she could, imagination was a strong variable to illusion magic, perhaps its very fundamentals. one that... reminisces her tastebuds... not a lot, but enough to persuade herself that this was okay. ❝ the power of imagination via sustenance keeps me going. i may be a mere projection, but i still have my senses ! and plus... isn’t it cool to see liquid just go through something like a real person ? ❞  leaving masses of coffee and food trailing wherever she went, as she attempted to convince herself that hey ! not being able to eat or drink anything, isn’t that bad !

[vmavis]

mysticallities‌:

“Fascinating.” She says dryly, following Mavis’s gaze upward to the giant cross. The aura in here felt odd and unnerving, but of course, none of it showed on her face or eyes. Isuzu’s eyes snap back to the sounds of the soldiers’ steps filling the hall, then noticing Mavis… flicker?

She didn’t have much time to take this in, the park manager jumping behind the barrels as well before continuing the conversation, albeit quieter. “Isuzu Sento. Precisely, a hole that appeared in the grounds of Amaburi, sending me here.” She stops, holding her breath and exhaling majorly. “Should we eliminate them?” Isuzu asks… although it sure as hell didn’t sound like a question.

          amaburi ? a peculiar name, but whose to say that magnolia isn’t one either. fascinating, indeed. perhaps, she really wasn’t from fiore but rather an alternative universe, a realm filled with countless other timelines and experiences. merely thinking about it all made mavis excited ! a grin, absentmindedly ravaging her features before shaping to that of worry as the other proceeded to imply plans of elimination, ❝ n-no... i think a little distraction should be good enough. there’s no need to end lives over something so trivial, now... ❞

          the footsteps becoming louder, as she spots the first silhouette of a soldier marching towards their location, ❝ the soldiers are just doing their job...❞

[vmavis]

"Catch me." Isuzu says as she throws herself to Mavis, completely unenthused as she flew through the air.

          a slightly confused mavis, turning to the other, popsicle in hand as she drops it conform to the other’s words. slight disappointment ravaging her expression as she was forced to sacrifice her sustenance, although it was quickly overtaken by a smile as she had figured that perhaps isuzu has grown a more liking to her. their first encounter anything but... friendly. one that included much insinuation to violence and the aggressive stalking of soldiers in the church. 

          as she moves to catch isuzu, she slips on the residue of her own popsicle, isuzu in her embrace as she lands, falling back. a slight yelp leaving her, ❝ in hindsight i shouldn’t have gotten that popsicle, but on the bright side ! at least i caught you ! ❞