#Timeskip Verse[Vi]

[shimmerbeasts]

The Bear To Muzzle The Tiger

The storm outside of Stillwater's walls raged with such ferocity, that it was as if Janna herself was aiming to punch a hole through the thick, heavy rock. Heavy claps of thunder robbed even prisoners, whose cells were in the very rock of the island of their sleep. The flashes of lightning made the geometrical, narrow shapes on the walls light up like ominous masks, which were watching the inmates, even when the guards were not present.

Pink lay on her hard concrete slab of a mattress and counted the seconds between the lightning and the thunder as she stared up at the ceiling. Her hands rested on her uneasy stomach, whose hunger pangs came in long, drawn-out waves. Sometimes, it was so bad that the magenta-haired inmate curled in on herself and squeezed her eye shut. She hated having to go to bed without dinner (not that prison food was anything to write home about, but at least, it made your stomach stop talking to you about how much it longed for a big and juicy steak). At least, she wasn't in the Hole, so there was that.

Her offence hadn't warranted the Hole, plain and simple. Pink had gotten into a, for her circumstances, relatively minor fight with another inmate. There had been no broken bones or torn flesh this time. Instead, all Pink had delivered, was a punch to the face, which resulted in a bloodied nose and a black eye. Even so, the guards had jumped at the chance to punish her for her behaviour and locked her back up in her cell without the evening meal.

One of them had even remarked how somebody would pay Pink a visit later that evening. After all, just having her hunger punish her wasn't enough for those ruffians in blue. No, they had to have their own fun by beating Pink up. Even so, the cowards always had to chain her up whenever they wanted to beat her up because Pink fought back; and she knew exactly where to hit to make things hurt. That was even if she did not choose to also make use of her claws and teeth.

Pink growled at the two thick metal rings on the other side of the prison cell, which spawned the loud rattling chains, ending in cuffs for her wrists. The floor, surrounding the area, was streaked with splatters of red. Some old and already brownish in colour, others alarmingly fresh and still wet. The iron smell lay in her nose, and Pink hated how that scent alone made her mouth water. If it were possible and survivable, she would even eat parts of herself. Grunting, the inmate rolled on her side, not without giving the imprint of a person on the wall between the two rings the middle finger.

So what if they chose to send another guard her way to beat her to a pulp? Pink had done the same song and dance by now countless times. She could do it again, and she never changed her ways anyway. The space below her mattress was stuffed with trophies from fights with other inmates: From crude flip knives to shards from a plate, to a sock with nails. There had not been a weapon, which had not been wielded against Pink and which she had not been able to handle.

Heavy steps announced the arrival of whom Pink assumed was going to be the person, who would beat her up. The Stillwater inmate pushed herself upwards on her mattress and scooted backwards into the corner until her back touched the wall. If that rookie or even Chief assumed, she would just let herself be beat up, then they were wrong. They were going to have to drag her ass over to that cuff station. Her throat grew tight as Vi could already feel calloused hands grab her by the wrists and pull her to her feet. Hands against the back of her head, hands against her shoulder blades. Rough, calloused, leather wax, smelling so strongly in the air, it made her want to vomit.

Pink's green eyes rose to spot two figures standing in front of her cell door. One of them, she would always recognise: No matter how much Campion worked to keep his uniform clean and intact, his horrifically scarred face would always give the brown-haired Captain away. It was the figure next to him, which Vi had never seen before. They were huge and muscular in build, filling out their entire uniform to the point it threatened to tear at the seams. Snow-white, thick fur looked like pale grey or silver in the dim cell. Huge paws flexed to reveal short, yet sharp, black claws. His face resembled a flattened triangle with a broad snout and a big nose. His short, round ears were partially concealed by a cap.

Pink furrowed her brows in disdain and mocked: "How bloody desperate are you, Campion, that you send in a bear to fix your mess for you? What? You've lost a few too many bets because I roughened up your rookies too much?" Campion's eyes narrowed at her words. Pink always knew how to get under his skin. She smirked an ugly grin, showing off her fangs in dark pride.

Pink turned towards the massive bear and aggressively leaned forward, snarling now with all her teeth exposed: "Go on, fluff ball! Come in here and give it your best shot! I wonder how many of your fingers, I can take before you run home baahing for your Mama!"

Starter for @valhiir

#valhiir #rp: the bear to muzzle the tiger #im willing to fight for it: vi interaction #Timeskip Verse[Vi] #things changed since you left: queue

[reivun]

the following is both a tag drop as well as a verse explanation, which i will put under the cut.

i. 🕊: v: goddammit — i was worth something / childhood spanning from his childhood to young adulthood, stopping only when his wife, leona floros-dreyar dies. he is an s-class mage of fairy tail, somewhat withdrawn even then, but still helpful and hopeful. always happy to help out fellow guildmates and share his research. he’s just a little awkward! that’s all.

ii. 🕊: v: i don’t know what to do without you / lacrima research this is from the moment his wife dies to the moment he is excommunicated from fairy tail. he is desperately researching ways to find a way to cure his sickly son, laxus and is going everywhere for it. with his mother as a lacrima expert, it doesn’t take long for him to turn to the lucrative lacrima and how it could interact within one’s own magic. could this be it?

iii. 🕊: v: master of my own fate / pre canon leading up from his excommunication to founding raven tail and up until the summer of x784. he was feeling very bitter, very angry and the most unhinged perhaps in this time. he does calm the closer we get to x784 mainly for zilla. but. he is still unhinged and likes to play it up even more, the more his own father spreads bad rhetoric about him.

iv. 🕊: v: show them all you’re not the ordinary type / pre tenrou this is for the canon events that take place form lucy joining fairy tail all the way to tenrou. hilariously, it’s only three months of time in which he basically fucks with gajeel and makarov a bit.

v. 🕊: v: in the arms of restless anger / timeskip the 7 year timeksip was an interesting time. the more the core members of fairy tail aren’t found, the more upsetting it truly is. not only is makarov “dead” and he had nothing to do with it….but…laxus is gone.

vi. 🕊: v: in my toxic era / gmg the gmg arc. not much canon divergence, EXCEPT, for ivan’s motives. of course he was going to come and ensure humiliation and expose makarov as the pos he is! by any means necessary. unfortunate he has to battle his own son, but yknow, his nose gets broken again. and raven tail is banned from any future games. which is fine with ivan, he has some house cleaning to do.

vii. 🕊: v: the unmaker of my own catastrophe / post gmg following the grand magic games, ivan begins to clean house at raven tail. if the games aren’t going to work, then raven tail is going to become one of the better guilds of fiore, then. fine! ivan’s hand is being forced. he does this dramatically by ‘disbanding’ the guild (but certain members knows its not disbanded) and giving the council the list of very suspicious mages. is he a bit of a narc? sure. but its to get back at makaorv. this ends with fairy tail being disbanded by makarov and it only makes ivan feel even better about his choices.

viii. 🕊: v: wake from your sleep — they’re coming / alvarez invasion during the events of the alvarez invasion, raven tail had protected the towns surrounding the guild and fighting off the ships at the harbor, as they were the closest group of mages in that area. ivan was leading them all until he got zapped away by the most annoying spell in existence, universe one. 

ix. 🕊: v: the crown of love has fallen — but it still fits / post war - main the main verse, in x794 a year after the war and what it means. raven tail is a legal guild and ivan is the head and fairy tail and makarov are back. ivan can be seen glaring daggers at makarov whenever he can, but mostly. he is. attempting. to fix some bridges. mainly with laxus and his mother.

/// the folowing are aus ///

i. 🕊: v: on the grave of an old love the flowers are blooming / adoption verse plotted out with momo, a verse where kagura and simon mikazuchi get adopted by ivan. it sounds like crack, however, when the headcanons are uploaded and ready it will make sense and i will return to this blurb and update it.

ii. 🕊: v: revenge is a dish best served professional / gmg au this au is basically ‘what if raven tail didnt need to cheat’ verse. the major difference is ivan is not competing, zilla, my oc is. another difference is that raven tail is not seen cheating at all and instead use their brain and wits. unfortunately, there’s nothing we could do about kurohebi.

iii. 🕊: v: in the time of dragons / dragon search au in this Big au, the dragons are not frozen inside their children, but are somewhere else, trapped. porlyusica, in charge of natsu’s education, theorizes that natsu is from the past based on his language skills and seeks out to find this igneel the fire dragon. in this search, she seeks out help from ivan. and ivan can never say no to his mother.

#🕊: v: goddammit — i was worth something / childhood #🕊: v: i don’t know what to do without you / lacrima research #🕊: v: master of my own fate / pre canon #🕊: v: in the arms of restless anger / timeskip #🕊: v: in my toxic era / gmg #🕊: v: the unmaker of my own catastrophe / post gmg #🕊: v: wake from your sleep — they’re coming / alvarez invasion #🕊: v: on the grave of an old love the flowers are blooming / adoption verse #🕊: v: the crown of love has fallen — but it still fits / post war - main #🕊: v: revenge is a dish best served professional / gmg au #tag drop #🕊: v: in the time of dragons / dragon search au

[thousandflame]

tag drop: verses

002.  ╱  ARC I: PRE CANON.  familiarity breeds contempt.

this part of the timeline encompasses the time of cymbeline still being a member of the guild, following her uncle's disappearance and death as well as the death of her teammates. it also covers everything she does after leaving the guild, like joining the council and trying to figure out where things started to go wrong.

002.  ╱  ARC II: PRE TIMESKIP.  if it feels like a trap‚ you're already in one.

this covers the canon events that lead up to fairy sphere being cast. cymbeline is associated with the council as a rune knight, likely investigating allegations of corruption against certain council members. however, the person she is actually suspicious of, yajima, is outside of her reach. she leaves the council when the first building is destroyed by ultear, deciding to strike out on her own instead.

002.  ╱  ARC III: TIMESKIP.  burn all the files‚ desert all your past lives.

she has mixed feelings about the disappearance of the core group of fairy tail mages, but she tries to be mature about it. for the most part, they are children that joined the guild as literal children because they had no other options. she tries to remind herself that her quarrel is with the leadership in the guild, not with the average mage.

002.  ╱  ARC IV: POST TIMESKIP.  bend when you can‚ snap when you have to.

there is something in the air, something she cannot fully place. something she does not like at all. but she is a civilian now---has been for a few years, in fact, but the sense of novelty does not wear off that easily. she enjoys the peace and quiet. alas, the peace and quiet does not last.

002.  ╱  ARC V: WAR.  when you aim at the devil‚ make sure you don't miss.

cymbeline hates war. hates the senseless loss of life. hates the destruction and the chaos. but it is happening. it is happening and she is there. she can help. she can fight. she is just as strong as she was when she passed her s-class exam---and she is wiser, now. she has become better at fighting, at organising. she gets displaced by universe one, of course. and that is such a hassle.

002.  ╱  ARC VI: POST WAR.  get out your map‚ pick somewhere and just run.

her home is destroyed. once more, she has to start over. a lot of things have gotten easier with practice. this, however, has not.

#002. ╱ ARC I: PRE CANON. familiarity breeds contempt. #002. ╱ ARC II: PRE TIMESKIP. if it feels like a trap‚ you're already in one. #002. ╱ ARC III: TIMESKIP. burn all the files‚ desert all your past lives. #002. ╱ ARC V: WAR. when you aim at the devil‚ make sure you don't miss. #002. ╱ ARC VI: POST WAR. get out your map‚ pick somewhere and just run. #td. #002. ╱ ARC IV: POST TIMESKIP. bend when you can‚ snap when you have to.

[unladylikc]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.

tagged by: the amazing @petalshattering​! tbh, i should really get around to interacting with you at some point, but unfortunately, my attention span tends to be all over the place; still, know that one of these days... i will def appear in your notifications without warning.

tagging: /sweats ...anyone who may want to?? i don’t know who has or hasn’t done it yet, so feel free to just steal it from me.

repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc.if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some others of your own!

NAME. Vivian Kong / Vivian Di Longchai ( Fire Emblem: Three Houses only )

NICKNAME(S). Vivi, Vi, Vian, Vivi-senpai ( By Kensuke Hibiki ), etc.

TITLE(S). Chieftain of Malrixia ( Fire Emblem: Three Houses only ), Queen of Almyra ( If Married to @moon-caught​‘s Claude ), and other manly titles that she may give herself like, ‘Vivi the Great’ or ‘Super Vivi’.

AGE. 20 by default, but may differ depending on verse.

SPECIES. Human, but may differ depending on what fantasy verse she has.

GENDER. Female, despite her ‘manly’ inclinations and non-conforming performance of gender overall.

ALIGNMENT. Chaotic Good. Vivian has moments where she’s very driven towards revenge but will never betray a family member, friend, or comrade, meaning if someone is considered an enemy to someone she holds dear, then she would rather side with them against their enemy, especially if that enemy seems evil. For that reason alone, Vivian will always choose Dimitri over Edelgard

INTERESTS. Poetry, manga, anime, fanfiction, literature, hentai, weeby games, two dimensional characters, Japan, cosplayers, cats, dogs, eating, stim toys, anything that’s soft to the touch, and being around people.

PROFESSION. College Student, but may differ depending on verse.

BODY TYPE. Petite while possessing thick thighs, wide hips, and slight chubbiness over her stomach. Though not necessarily fat, one can still tell she has some curves that make it evident she’s at least female presenting.

EYES. Black with a big round shape.

HAIR. Short black hair that never ends up going past her shoulders. The back of it is always in tangled clumps.

SKIN. Milky pale, since she’s a light skinned Asian that can find the sun too intensely unpleasant, due to her sensory processing issues as an autistic woman.

FACE. Round yet feminine looking. Despite this, she somehow never wears makeup and can only ever be found with a thin layer of lip balm applied over her mouth during the colder months of the year, due to how painfully chapped they can get.

HEIGHT. 5′2 if she’s not wearing any hats that make her look taller than she appears.

VOICE. Relatively deep and mature sounding, but not so deep that one could mistake her as a male; at the same time, though, the things she says tends not to match how adult-like she sounds or how cute she appears, which to others, might serve as a contradictory disconnect or clash.

COMPANIONS. May vary depending on verse, but outside Fire Emblem verses, Judith ( @illdivine​ ) by natural default.

ANTAGONISTS. I mean, it used to be Gin ( @kigakurutta ), but she started actually liking him due to our recent thread together, so he doesn’t count anymore. Also, Felix wouldn’t be what I’d considered an ‘antagonist’ in her Fire Emblem: Three Houses verse, because while she may hate him by natural default, she still acknowledges him as a comrade and classmate. Of course, Rey’s interpretation of him is different in the sense she eventually grew to harbor a platonic attachment towards him, post-timeskip wise. Anyways, I guess that just leaves Edelgard, since she’s the only one that I could think of.

COLOURS. Blue, black, white, and gray.

FRUITS. Doesn’t really have a preference and likes them all, really.

DRINKS. Black coffee, tea, matcha, or anything with a cold, refreshing aftertaste.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? Sometimes. If she drinks at all, she tends to have a strong leaning towards beer.

SMOKES? Nope. Her father smokes and his dental health worsened as a result, so she personally strays away from cigars, due to the fact she doesn’t want to have blackened or browned teeth.

DRUGS? Unless you count caffeine, then none.

DRIVERS LICENSE? After all the accidental car crashes she’s been in with her mother, Vivian would be absolutely insistent on never driving any vehicle, besides maybe a motorcycle... cause they’re cool and manly. 

#▓ ▌❛ ⋯ ABOUT 📨 ◢ the tomboyish writer!! #⊰ headcanons ⋮ ☇ ❦ ⊱ #⊰ queued for the library ⋮ ☇ ❦ ⊱ #[ tbh... my formatting is always so EXTRA ] #[ because i can't stand NOT making things look nice ] #[ so i probably spent more time figuring out how to arrange stuff than answering the actual questions themselves otl ]

[shimmerbeasts]

A brisk breeze blew through the cell, something that shouldn't' even be possible this far deep into the iron cage of Stillwater. And yet, it was a breath of fresh air, the scent of saltwater on the breeze and brushing along Vi's shoulders and through her hair. Despite the darkness of the hall, with only the light visible, a little flint of white light swirled into the isolated cell. And then, a small bird flew through the bars.

In a second, though, the bird shifted, changed, enveloped in dark blue feathers an accents of silver. She lowered onto the brick platform that might have been used as a bed (what kind of bed is that Janna thought to herself). Attentive eyes looked at the cellmate near the wall, as she opened up her wings and flapped them once more, allowing a little breeze to wrap around her and the feeling of comfort and home carried on it. The peregrine falcon said nothing, only watching Vi as she shifted on her talons. She lifted up one of her clawed feet and tapped it down onto the platform once, and then twice. An invitation.

Sit.

@ferallfemmes - Janna

The cool moisture on the ground made the hard stone floor extra cold. It seeped through her trousers and up her thighs. Pink - Vi? Who the void was Vi? - groaned in pain as she shut her eyes. Her knuckles were sticky with blood. One of her nails had been chipped off and she was pretty sure, she had broken one of her joints. The finger was swollen and hurt. Come to think of it, her entire body hurt.

Bruises in purple and yellow littered her sides. Her face was swollen on one cheek. Pink toyed around with that one loose tooth, she had accidentally caught in the midst of the scuffle. She should maybe spit it out, shouldn't she? But the iron flavour and the hard little knob were so soothing to suck upon. Maybe she could keep it a little while longer.

Furthermore, it distracted Pink from the growls in her stomach. She may have won the fight against the other inmate - some lowlife working for Silco, Silco the source of all her misery -, but she had still paid the price for it. The guards might claim that infighting was strictly forbidden, but Pink had still seen them exchange coins and loudly bet on what kind of damage, Pink would deal to this prisoner. They had nothing to fear from this illegal activity. After all, all they had to do, was throw Pink back into her cell and reduce her meal for the day. That served punishment enough.

The growling of her stomach grew louder. Pink curled in on herself, hands on her belly, and snarled in quiet pain. Her green eyes flashed darkly in the prison cell. Drool gathered between her fanged canine teeth. The amount of it finally became too much and she spat out the tooth with a huge splatter of saliva. It hit the stone floor, rolled around and stuck in a crack.

"Blasted..." Pink boxed a wall with the side of her fist and whimpered like a wounded animal. Janna, what wouldn't she give for something to eat? A big juicy herring. She wouldn't even need some of Jericho's special sauce. She would just grab the fish and sink her teeth into the silver meat. Didn't matter if the fish was cold. It would be a cacophony of flavour compared to the cat food, they fed her here.

The breeze, which touselled her fair pink hair, which was starting to darken with her age and the lack of light into a dark magenta, couldn't have come at a more opportune moment. It carried the scent of salt water with it and the feeling of fresh air. Without realising it, Pink, no, not Pink, Vi shut her eyes and took deep breaths, letting the sensation fill her lungs. It felt so good, so relieving and so welcoming. Vi caught herself smiling and relaxing a bit more.

Opening her eyes slowly, she blinked in surprise when she saw the small blue bird fly through the bars of her cell. The little light flying around it allowed Vi to see the bird morph and shift into a beautiful peregrine falcon with blue and silver streaked feathers. As it landed on the brick mattress, which served as Vi's bed, its breeze brought comfort to Vi, made her think of home, of Vander bringing her, Mylo, Claggor and Powder hot syrupy juice and cookies with sour fruits and too many raisins and nuts. And as the peregrine falcon tapped its talons on the bed, requesting Vi to sit, she realised who was visiting her.

"Janna....", Vi breathed with a mixture of reverence and shock. She raised her hands and pressed her thumbs and wrist together, spreading her remaining fingers out like bird's wings and giving a slight wiggle. Sailors used to do this gesture as a sign of respect towards the wind spirit and after prayers.

She pushed herself to her feet. Approaching the peregrine falcon cautiously, Vi took a seat on the edge of the hard mattress. Swallowing around the knot in her throat, the Zaunite girl asked: "To what do I owe this visit?"

@ferallfemmes

#ferallfemmes #letter: ask #im willing to fight for it: vi interaction #blue bird and wind: janna #Timeskip Verse[Vi]