#fulminare answers

[fulminare-within-her-soul]

“As she grew older- time loathe to ravage her, Euphemia’s smile never quite met her eyes. Her eyes were tempest grey, a dark, churning storm over the sea.”

Euphemia’s addition of the Aesthetic Tagging Game from @sav-less ! Thanks for including me! Uh- I guess I’ll no-pressure tag @kiwiplaetzchen @savingsallow aaand @asallowgrave ??? Hope you have fun if you bite!

(All images came from Pinterest, I do not claim ownership except for my original character.)

[radioiaci]

@fulminare-within-her-soul ⧐ Your writing is BEAUTIFUL, oh my goodness. That’s it. That’s the post. OOC ASKS.

OH THANK YOU???? This was a nice message to receive out of the blue!! Thank you so much!

[lyriumsings]

4, 14 and 24 from the fifty (more) rooks qs?

4. What does Solas think of Rook?

I leaned very hard into Rook being a lot like Solas. So, he sees a lot of himself when he was younger, but also not? On a surface level they’re very parallel. Both fighting an oppressive system right subjugate them. Both having mixed feelings about it because it’s their home and they love it, but it’s so fractured and wrong. The main difference between the two is Kataleya never plays god. She doesn’t willingly sacrifice people, or entire like platoons. She doesn’t believe in “by any means necessary”, and firmly believes there’s always a choice. I think Solas (initially) sees this as a weakness, and wants to push her to be more like him. Like he can see she’s in the track but she isn’t there and she can’t “be the leader” until she is there, if that makes sense. She’s also very mouthy towards him in the beginning and I think this annoys him, but also he admires it. Like even if he doesn’t see himself as a god he’s stupid powerful and she’s all but giving him the finger so LMAO. But yeah, he has a very unintentional begrudging mentor-ly attitude towards her.

14. Do any romances bloom between the other Veilguard companions? What does Rook think of the pairings?

I have two other ocs so far for Neve and Emmrich. Neve is going to be romanced by Kat’s estranged Crow half-sister, Nymira. and she’s actually very happy about it lol. Neve and Nymira very much start off on the wrong foot. Neve is also Kat’s best friend throughout the course of Veilguard, so she really didn’t like mediating between the two. When they get together she’s like wasn’t on my bingo card but i’ll take it?

Emmrich is romanced by my oc Sienna. She’s a Mournwatch Mage that Kataleya met when she was still training under her father to be his heir. Shes who trained her in necromancy and Kataleya…did not care for it lol. Anyway, Sienna romances Emmrich and tbh Kataleya respects it lol. She respects Sienna for going after what she wants, and she respects Emmrich’s insane game lmao. Tbh i think she’s very protective of them both? She thinks they’re really cute and wants nothing bad to happen to them ever. I think she’s probably one of the first to be 100% supportive of them. She trusts both of their judgement implicitly. Kataleya takes a minute warm up to people, and to trust, but with these two it was like she couldn’t help but make space for them in her heart tbh.

24. What were the thoughts going through Rook’s head, at D’Meta’s Crossing? What did they decide to do with the mayor?

Honestly? She was terrified. I don’t think she’s ever had experience with blight or dark spawn ever in her life so to be faced with this? It chilled her to the bone. I think what really got her is she couldn’t think of a way to fix it. In Tevinter, there’s always a big bad she can get to with a well-timed spell, slaves she can free to hurt their pockets, and Venatori to bleed to hurt their moral. But this was just so far beyond her, like she’s resolved to fix it because she has to but she doesn’t have a clue how in the beginning. And she absolutely leaves his ass to rot, and then kills him later when he turns. The way he used the Dalish as pawns for the promise of gold? Absolutely not. She would die before lifting a finger to help him tbh.

[sunnypopoki]

YANDERE X READER RECS ━━

ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ! ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ!

𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 ( yandere! mafia husband x female! reader)

Y/N fell in love with him in high school, married him after graduation, and moved in with him whenever she decided to go to college. But something about him was odd. Disappearing at night, being gone for days on end, answering suspicious unknown phone calls, being overly clingy... He's not cheating, right? Or was something worse going on?

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD, TUMBLR, QUOTEV

𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 ( dark reverse harem x villainess! reader )

Y/N wanted her arranged husband dead. Who could blame her? After she was forced to marry the Grand Duke, she knew that she'd live a miserable life, especially if it meant being tethered to him til the end of her days. So she started to make a plan. A sinister plan to kill him, his close friends, and topple his empire of fame to the ground. If she wasn't allowed to have rights, why should they? But it was easier said than done... because unbeknownst to her, three men would do anything to appease her.

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD

𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 ( yandere! emperor x female! reader )

Emperor Cadmus Dimitriou. Whether people knew him by his title as emperor of Kiaba, or his cutthroat win in the war three years ago, they all knew that a man like him was destined for greatness. But Y/N? She was destined for the constant spray of blood, the roaring of the crowd, and the thud of bodies dropping. It wasn't like Gladiators had a choice. However, that all changed when she was bought for a cheap price by a cruel man who wanted to test her fame. And Emperor Cadmus wouldn't take no for an answer.

• • • NOT YET RELEASED (WILL BE SOON)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 ( yandere! vampire x male! reader )

The Devil stopped at the doorstep of Y/N's church with a charming smile. Business, he said, that was why he came by to visit. His touch left Y/N's skin in flames, his gaze made his stomach twist, and his voice made his head spin. This man, Linus Ambrose Wittherson, had to be Lucifer himself.

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 ( assassins! reverse harem x villainess! reader )

Everyone inside Fulminare Academy had secrets; the professors, the students, the scrappy dogs outside. Y/N was no different. However, she never thought those secrets would lead to her demise. Mysterious men were out for her head, or more specifically, the knowledge inside it. May curiosity kill these wicked cats.

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD & QUOTEV

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐓 ( yandere! serial killer x male! reader )

Y/N knew there was something wrong with him but he couldn't help it. He was 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. Who wouldn't be hooked onto someone like Micah Ariti? A transfer student from Greece who was perfect in every way; his athleticism, his creativity, his 'no-bullshit' type of personality. Even if he knew then about who he really was, he was already addicted. He would never let him go.

• • • NOT YET RELEASED (WILL BE SOON)

[fulminare-within-her-soul]

Euphemia and Eleazar wanted to say hi, too! (Euphie’s the one who made sure I caution against dumb teenagers and the like, as she’s a witch herself who…actually knows what she’s doing. Lol)

Again, thank you so much for answering my questions- excellent book choices. Alice in Wonderland’s definitely peak literature. Feel free to drop something in my inbox anytime, as well! <3

CASPER! <333

(and Spooki! <333)

I’ve just stumbled upon your blog, the love and care put into everything is phenomenal!

Hm, what to ask…

What was your favorite subject in school, and what stands as your favorite book?

Please be careful around witches, mediums, and intoxicated teenagers. Do not, EVER, touch the ouija board.

Have a wonderful night!

P.S. Feel free to shoot me a DM if you’d ever like to chat, I love making new friends! Just didn’t wanna barge into yours unannounced. ;^^

Pft- hey now! I for one enjoy being barged in on unannounced! Feel free to say Hi any time!! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

-Spooki 🖤

[robots-n-sweet-tea]

A Day as A Human

Honestly? I just wanted to have fun with this one. I don't care if it's a bit rushed. I have had Fulminare brainrot for days, maybe even weeks now. I'm okay, I swear.

Nice, sunny day. That's how this all started. What should've been a day out turned into something…rather interesting, albeit annoying nonetheless. Fulminare had just wanted to get away from the Autobots for a while; that's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Miss?" came a voice from behind her. Fulminare, in her holoform, had been sitting on a swing set at a local park when a couple and their kid approached her.

She turned her head to briefly look at them, only mildly irritated, "I'm sorry, do I know either of you?"

"Are you lost? Where are your parents?" the woman continued.

"…Do I look like a kid to you?" Fulminare deadpanned. "I'm 21." The couple looked at each other and then turned back to her. "I'm not lost, I'd just prefer to be alone right now-"

"What's that?" the kid asked, pointing to the tattoo of the Autobot insignia on her upper thigh. It wasn't too visible, considering she had decided that she was wearing booty shorts (along with a crop top) that day.

"Oh, this?" her holoform snickered lightly. "It's the Autobot insignia, actually. They make us all get it so we can identify each other out in-"

Apparently, that was a wrong choice of words in this situation.

"The Autobots? Honey, don't you know they're highly dangerous? [REDACTED], HRP on the line." The husband (Fulminare assumed they were together that way) nodded and pulled out his phone, already starting to punch in the HRP hotline number. Both the kid and Fulminare expressed confusion.

"Woah, lady, I don't know if you know this, but they're doing everything in their power to protect people. Them being 'dangerous' isn't the word you're looking for," she tried to explain, only to be unheard. Fulminare let out a small groan once she realized this.

"-let them know they've already conditioned her into believing their lies, and- oh! The tattoo, mention that as well!"

"Are you even listening to me?! Primus, you're worse than Hot Rod on a bad day!"

The woman turned back to her, "Don't worry, dear, you're going to be in good hands. The HRP will know what to do."

"How old is she?" the man interrupted this time.

"About mid-teens maybe? There's no way to know for sure."

Fulminare groaned again, "Ma'am, with all due respect, I'm not even human. I'm actually a Cybertronian- this is just my holoform." They just refused to listen to her at this point, likely believing that she had been "conditioned" all her life. She knew that just meant brainwashed, but no one really wanted to call it that. Arms folded over her chest, she watched the man hang up after a few minutes of talking. "Y'know what? I'm just going to leave. Being with the Autobots is so much better than whatever this shit is."

"Miss, I'm sorry, but I cannot let you do that. The HRP has asked us to keep an eye on you until they arrive."

"Fuck you too, then."

If she was so upset, then why did she still sit there, waiting to see what would happen? Either way, the HRP showed up in little time at all and took her without much hassle down to the local HRP building. It was an uneventful car ride, with Fulminare refusing to talk or answer any questions they had. She just sat there, arms still crossed with a clearly pissed-off expression on her holoform.

"Oh, hello there!" the receptionist looked up, greeting her warmly. "So, who do we have here?" they then asked the agents.

"We…actually don't know. She refuses to answer any questions," the one to her right explained, "so all we know is from what we were told over the hotline. She seemed pretty talkative when she was found, though."

"Hm…would you like a sucker, miss?" they offered, holding out a small bowl. "We don't get many kids or teens in our facility, but I always have them on hand, just in case." Fulminare eyed the bowl, eventually sighing and picking out a cherry-flavored one.

"Don't call me miss; you remind me too much of some mechs back home," she grumbled, quickly unwrapping the candy. This was the first time she'd been given something as simple as human candy even if she wasn't supposed to consume human things.

"Noted!"

"You're way too hyped up for someone working as a receptionist."

"Someone's gotta keep up the positivity in here, kid," they chuckled, motioning for the agents to leave the room before standing up. "C'mon, let's go get you settled in."

…What?

Fulminare, seeing little to no choice, followed them through one of the doors, moving the sucker around in her mouth to help what anxiety was there. The cherry flavor helped calm her down. The two of them ended up in a room that resembled a therapy office, much to her pleasure. It reminded her of Rung.

"We're going to stay in here for a while, so make yourself comfortable."

"Sure, whatever," she rolled her eyes, taking a seat in the chair lined up against the wall. The receptionist took the seat across from her.

"Name?"

"Fulminare. I gave it to myself when I arrived on Earth."

"Hm. I see…why tell me and not my coworkers?"

"Respect. I dunno." She watched as they looked her up and down in examination. "…What?"

"Your eyes- they're purple contacts?"

"Correction: they're optics, and yes, I quite like them."

"So they've got you using their vocabulary, huh? That must mean you've been with them for a long time. What were your earliest memories like?" they quickly questioned.

"Oh, let's see…" she took the sucker out of her mouth, "I was created on Cybertron, lots of family stuff happened, I snuck on a ship headed to Earth, and now I'm here."

They blinked, giving a weird look. "You were trafficked onto Cybertron then."

"Uh, no? I am Cybertronian, made and raised. Are you fragging dense?"

"Huh…they really messed around with your memories then. Interesting." Fulminare didn't say anything, deciding it was better than arguing further. "And you managed to escape the Autobots? That's-"

"No."

"No?"

"I didn't escape, I just needed some time by myself."

"That sounds like escaping to me."

It was quiet after that for a good 10 minutes; neither of them felt like talking. Then, a knock on the door. A blonde girl opened the door, poking her head in.

"Am I interrupting?"

"No, not at all [REDACTED]."

"Great!" [REDACTED] let herself in, closing the door behind her. "So, while you two were busy chatting, I did some research of my own," she boasted.

"Oh, do tell!"

"I think I found the most perfect family match for- what's her name?"

"Fulminare. No human name that we know of."

"Ok, we'll let the family decide that. Anyways! Here's the plan…" As [REDACTED] rambled on, Fulminare yawned, blocking out their conversation in favor of letting random thoughts flow into her processor. She'd heard of the HRP from various mechs here and there but never of what they did completely. The only thing she knew was that they sucked big time. No one liked them.

"…Hey, kid, are you listening?" the receptionist snapped her fingers in front of Fulminare's face as they spoke.

"Nope."

"Ok, um, rundown time! Your new family has been contacted today, they plan on getting you tomorrow evening, and-"

"The frag you mean 'new family'?"

"Well, it's more like a foster family. They're going to take care of you until they either decide to adopt you completely or until we find your birth family."

"Whatever."

~

The car ride 'home' was honestly awkward silence. Awkward not for her but more for her foster family. The adults kept glancing between the two of them and herself; the two kids kept talking (trying to, anyway) to Fulminare, trying to get her to talk. It was obvious that this was their first rodeo dealing with someone like her.

One adult then cleared their throat, "So, uh, first things first- have you thought about what kind of name you want? If not, we have a list of ideas."

"Ugh, why don't you organics get it? I don't want a new designation. Fulminare is perfectly fine," she growled. Never once did she turn to look at them, instead opting to stare out the window.

"Well, I'm afraid you don't have a choice. At least take a look at the names we thought of," they sighed, pushing a paper into her hands. Fulminare groaned, taking a quick glance over what they had chosen.

"Oh!" the other parent exclaimed this time. "We also have to lay down some ground rules and expectations since you're coming from the HRP."

"Enlighten me. And I suppose the designation Feliz wouldn't hurt me," she deadpanned.

"Firstly, Feliz, there will be absolutely no Cybertronian terms used in our family." She gave them a weirded-out look, a mixture of surprise and disgust. "We want to make sure you're reintroduced to society as a proper young lady. You are human, after all."

"Secondly," the other continued, "we're going to see about rid of that tattoo on your thigh. Until then, you must cover it up."

Well that's going to be so much fun. Too bad they can't get rid of it.

The entire ride 'home' was like this- way too many rules were given. Too much for her liking. At least they gave her some control over her looks. Somewhat. And an organic school, huh? That should be interesting. The lecture only stopped when the vehicle stopped in front of a nice house. Thank Primus. The two of them let the kids out, letting them run inside while they guided Fulminare to her prepared room. It, admittedly, was a bit bare, but thankfully she could decorate it however she pleased.

"We'll let you settle in for the night. We'll be right across the hall from you, one right to the bathroom. We'll wake you up in the morning to go shopping for some new clothes, so be sure to get plenty of sleep."

And that was the last she saw of them for the night.

Climbing into bed, Fulminare stared at the ceiling, thinking about her options. She could just turn off her holoform, sure, or she could stay here for a while. It would be like a mini vacation in a way! No one in the Autobots really liked her that much anyway (aside from, like, three of them at most) so they wouldn't even realize she was gone.

During the couple of weeks that she ended up staying there, Fulminare learned more than she thought she knew about Earth, organics in general, history- a little bit of everything. She even managed to make a friend at the school she (forcibly) attended. The only real downside to her was having mandated therapy sessions. That was the one thing she wouldn't miss. And, if she was being completely honest, this little vacation of hers wasn't all too bad. It was nice to be away from Autobot expectations.

Maybe she could live like this for more than a while.

It was a cool Friday after school, one that matched the balance between seasons. She and her friend had decided to stop at a gas station for snacks and drinks before heading to the park that afternoon.

"So, Feliz, how do you think you did on that math test today? I'm positive I flunked it," her friend Lily sulked, looking at the various options.

"Oh c'mon Lily, it wasn't that bad."

"You only say that because you're actually good at this shit. You have better than good grades. How do you do it?"

She shrugged, "Beats me. Maybe it's super memory or something like that." A laugh escaped her as Lily groaned, punching her arm. As the two conversed amongst themselves, they didn't notice two others entering the gas station, whispering to each other. Actually, they only noticed them when they went up to checkout. One was tall and wearing a typical police uniform, the other short and wearing a lot of red and flashy colors, hands on his hips. Something about them set off alarms in Fulminare's processor as she stared at the pair. They just stared back.

"Feliz?" Lily spoke up curiously just as she finished paying for everything. "You ready to go?"

"Oh…um, yeah, totally-"

"Actually," the short man spoke up, "we need to talk to your friend for a while."

Scrap, so that's why the alarms were there.

Lily seemed more than skeptical. She quickly went and stood in front of Fulminare protectively. "Oh really now? What about? Feliz has done nothing wrong, and she and I have plans."

"Plans can wait. Outside. Now."

"Lily, stand down. I got this," Fulminare smoothly reassured. "It surely can't be any worse than getting detention."

"Hmph, if you say so. I'll wait for you in here then."

And with that, she followed the two men outside and around the corner, away from the windows. Her confidence and smooth attitude were now replaced by irritation. How did they find her?

"Alright, start talking."

"Now, is that any way to treat a lady? I thought you knew better than that, Hot Rod," she snickered. "And why'd you bring Prowl along?"

"Because we know you'll try to run away in this state," the cop answered.

"Psh, whatever."

"Now, you wanna tell us where the actual frag you've been all this time?" Hot Rod growled, grabbing her by the shoulders. "You've been gone for at least a few Earth weeks. No notice, no warning- NOTHING! What on Cybertron were you thinking?!"

"Okay, first of all, I was technically kidnapped in a way-"

"Who?"

"If you'd let me finish, for Primus' sake, I could tell you!" That was the first time in some weeks that she was able to use Cybertronian terms. The two of them remained quiet for a moment, letting her speak for the time being. "Would you believe me if I told you it was the HRP?"

"You can't be serious."

"But wait, there's more! I was taken by the HRP, who thought I was a teen, and decided to "rehabilitate" me and put me with an organic family."

"And you let them? Fulminare-"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not all that bad, honestly. They're nice, feed me organic stuff- which, by the way, cherry flavored shit is the absolute best thing ever- and they even have two kids of their own, who-"

"FULMINARE! You are NOT an organic, get that through your processor! Why didn't you just, I don't know, turn off your holoform?"

"Because I didn't want to."

"Excuse me?"

"Didn't want to and didn't feel like it. Besides, y'all don't need me around that much since all we do is train, fight, and take reports," she deadpanned.

"That's- not the point! You have friends who've been worried about you! We thought you went offline!"

"My god, are you this upset over one single soldier going missing for a while?" The glare she got in response was enough of an answer. "And you just want me to up and leave my new life here amongst the humans? This is the happiest I've been in my lifetime since I was created, and you're willing to take that away from me."

"You unfortunately don't have a choice. You're not one of them, and you never will be."

Okay, ouch.

"Okay, well, I never asked for your opinion, now did I?"

"That's not an opinion, it's a fact."

"Still not coming back."

"…If you won't come back willingly, then we'll just have to use force. Prowl, cuff her."

In a few swift moves, they had gotten her cornered against the wall and easily cuffed. It didn't help that she wasn't as strong as she usually was in this state. Sure, she had gym class, but that's different than actual training. Hot Rod and Prowl noticed that Lily had come outside looking for her friend, but they paid no attention to her.

"You're such a fucking prick!"

"Hey, just what do you think you're doing with my friend?! Let her go!" Lily shouted, running up on the scene.

"Prowl, deactivate her holoform manually, will ya?" Lily watched in horror as the three just…disappeared right in front of her. Even if she were to call the police, would they really believe her?

Fulminare's optics shot open as she gasped, now back in her true form. Hot Rod was the first and only one to locate her (because of course he was). Prowl must've been off to give a report and let the team know that they had found her safe and sound.

"You didn't have to do that manually, y'know. I would've done it if you had asked nicely."

"No, you wouldn't."

"And this is why you'll never be a prime."

"Either way, I don't think you realize how much trouble you're actually in. I'll make sure that you have someone to look after you permanently so you don't decide to make stupid decisions like that again."

"Again, you're a prick."

"And you're not allowed to leave the Ark unless you have someone accompanying you."

"Prick, motherfucker. Do you know how to spell that? P-R-I-C-K."

"Ugh, will you just…?! Stay here, do not even attempt to go anywhere. I'll be back."

Somehow, it felt good to be back.

[rinisasnaillle]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Fire Catching

Miko

November 16, 5029

11:39 AM

Miko’s horse was slow. Well, she was steering him slowly, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t blame it on Jenn.

She couldn’t believe she’d lost her magic. Well, she hadn’t lost it all yet. It just didn’t work very well. Or at all. It didn’t work at all. 

She paused her horse as a hostile voice began to snap behind her. 

“Who are you?” The voice asked. Miko turned around to observe the lady. She looked to be about Jace’s age. Fiery-colored hair that was extremely curly. There were blue streaks in the roots like the blue fire parts. It was interesting, how this lady’s hair mimicked flames so fiercely, and when the breeze fluttered the curls, they seemed to flicker like firelight. She had pale skin, dotted with lots of freckles, even on her shoulders and hands. Her eyes were glaring, with black… what was the word? Sclera? Black scleras and purple irises. She was wearing a black, tight-fitted, sleeveless turtleneck and pants that looked like Katana’s fighting gear. A seemingly discarded cloak laid on the ground beside a patch of purple flowers.

“Nobody important,” Jace said snarkily, dismounting. He always does that.

“I’m Katana Wander, and that’s Jace,” Katana said, shooting a sharp look at Jace. Miko grinned. At least Katana got it. Don’t anger the people who are already angry. But the conversation was boring Miko. There were flowers behind the girl that Miko thought Kyuni would like.

“My name is Ember Ignis-Chorus-Fulminare, and if you tell anyone I was here,” the girl said, “I will burn your homes to the ground.” Ember was really cool looking, but not as menacing as she probably thought she was.

Miko watched Ember scowl for a moment before deciding the conversation didn’t include her. She dismounted Jenn and went to look at the flowers behind Ember.

In a flash, there was a cold blade at Miko’s throat. Pain shot through her shoulders as Ember set a sickle to Miko’s neck and wrapped an arm around Miko’s midsection. 

“Wait!” Jace shouted. 

Maybe we can still talk our way out of this! I’m too young to die! Miko thought. 

“Help,” She croaked. “I’m sorry.”

“Let her go!” Jace said desperately. 

“We’ll answer your questions if you give her back!” Kyuni said hurriedly. No! Don’t answer her questions! What if she’s evil? Miko thought, fear coursing through her veins.

“Good deal,” Ember hissed. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re just dropping by! We’re from Adani!” Katana replied quickly. 

“Adani,” Ember murmured in Miko’s ear. “Wander. Wander. Your father banned magic,” She said suddenly.

“Only in Adani,” Katana said defensively. 

“Please let me go,” Miko whispered.

“Fine.” Ember dropped the sword. “I just needed to know one thing.”

Miko darted away, rubbing her neck reproachfully.

Ember grinned at Miko in an amused way, no regret in her eyes. 

Annoying b–

Katana

November 16, 5029

11:45 AM

“Sorry about that,” Ember said, “but sometimes Mother sends people in disguise to make sure I’m not ‘running from society’.” Ember made air quotes around the last words. Katana giggled. Jace glared heavily at Ember.

“So, Ember,” Jace spat the name as if it were acid, “What are you doing here?” Ember looked amused at his meanness.

“I needed to get– actually, I don’t owe you anything,” She changed tact at the speed of light, placing her hands on her hips. 

“Sorry about him,” Katana said quickly, shooting a warning look at Jace. He scoffed.

“No, no. It’s totally fine,” Ember replied, smiling sweetly at Jace and clasping her hands in front of her. 

“OW!” Jace shouted suddenly. There was a small flame on the backside of his pants. He hurriedly dropped and rolled around a bit. 

Ember raised an eyebrow, amused. Damn, Katana thought, another one. Jace jumped up again and whirled to face Ember. 

“Listen up, you little–” Jace began angrily.

“Jace!” Katana hissed, elbowing him in the arm. He frowned reproachfully at her. She mirrored the expression as best she could. 

“You’ll think twice before calling me that again,” Ember said, distaste plain on her face. 

Katana giggled nervously. 

“Um, hello? Can Ember help us into the city or not?” Kyuni wailed. 

“Hush, young one,” Ember snapped, picking up her cloak and fastening it over her shoulders. “I’m working on it.”

“I’m not young…” Kyuni mumbled, but Ember didn’t turn.

“Now?” Jace’s tone was skeptical.

“Yes, now.” Ember pointed at the wall. The torches slowly began to flare to life in the distance. Guards were shouting orders. Everyone was gathering at the front gate. 

“Now, hop on those horses of yours and come with me.” Ember grinned wickedly and shot away, down the hill and around the group of guards’ line of sight. Katana did what she was told and urged her horse to a trot, going right behind Ember, who was surprisingly fast. Jace joined her. Are we sure we can trust her? He seemed to be asking with his eyes. Katana thought pointedly, I trust her. He raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled softly at him.

“Pause,” Ember ordered suddenly, holding a hand up. Katana pulled the reins on Hawthorn, and he nickered irritably. Jace also looked annoyed. “What?” He asked, frowning. 

“Shh,” Ember hissed, fiddling with something on the wall. “Found it. They always seem to move it.”

“Dare I ask what it is?” Jace asked, positively sagging with sarcasm. 

“Shut up!” Miko told him.

Ember looked ready to agree wholeheartedly with the younger girl, but Katana stepped in, placing a hand on Ember’s arm. She raised an eyebrow at Katana, which caused Katana to genuinely blush. Not like how she would blush at Jace’s little comments, stiff and usually paired with a grimace.

This was different somehow. 

Katana took her hand away hastily, turning away. 

“Let’s just stop bickering, please? You both know we need to get in there.” She had planted her face in her hands, so her normally softer–sounding voice was muffled. She heard a sizzling sound, and she took her hands away from her face and whirled. 

“Nobody better be cooking Jace, or–” Katana stopped short. A bit of the wall had opened, burned away from the stone, and there was smoke issuing from the sides of the arch. Katana fought back a gasp.

The town was on fire. Not really, of course. The buildings, though, when the sunlight hit them just right, gave the illusion of flames licking the sides of the architecture. She didn’t know what kind of stone it was, but it was beautiful. The buildings were tall, pointed at the top like turrets. There was a huge… not a castle, exactly. More like a capitol. The capitol was made of a material that looked like marble, but it held some type of sheen in the light of torches and sunlight. 

A small banner sporting the Ignis–Chorus family’s sigil was hanging on the wall of the capitol; a bird, spreading its wings, being just barely licked by a moving picture of fire. An also small but newer–looking banner beside it showed a different sigil, one Katana didn’t recognize. It was a lightning bolt magicked to dance and flame like real ones did. It glowed faintly purple. A large banner in between the two smaller ones sported a huge dancing, purple flame that someone seemed to have magicked to mimic the way real flames waved and swirled. Ember led them through the city, glancing back at them to make sure they didn’t get lost. 

Ember swore violently and ducked into an alleyway, momentarily out of sight. Katana rocked back and forth on her heels, gripping Jace’s hand anxiously. Where did I get his hand? She let go with an apologetic look. His face was redder than the flames dancing on the banners. 

Ember reemerged, tucking something under her cloak. She was stiffer and looked more regal, but Katana brushed it off. This was her hometown, after all, and Ember probably just wanted to be more presentable.

“Hey, uh. So… where are we going?” Katana caught up to Ember, gripping the fire elf’s arm. Ember shook her off and frowned.

“To the capitol. To get you out of those ridiculous clothes.”

“What’s wrong with our clothes?” Katana asked, looking down at her tight long sleeve and baggy pants.

“They scream royal.”

“That’s bad?”

“In this town, yes.” Ominous much? Katana thought bitterly.

“We just need water and food, then we’ll leave.”

“Sorry,” Ember said stiffly, “That’s non–negotiable. You’re coming to the capitol with me, for new clothes.”

“I don’t wanna,” Kyuni complained, but cut herself off. 

“Well, too bad!” Ember snapped, stopping abruptly, crossing her arms. “You’re coming with me, whether you like it or not!”

“Why!?” Katana burst out.

“Hush,” Ember hissed, pausing in her walk. “Don’t look back.” Katana narrowed her eyes, turning. Ember was at her side in a heartbeat, hand wrapped around Katana’s wrist and mouth by Katana’s ear.

“Don’t look back,” Ember whispered again and her voice was deeper, alluring. Katana wrenched herself free of the Fire Elf’s grasp and whirled. 

And she swore. 

Miko and Kyuni were being held by Fire Elves in silver uniforms and masks. Miko’s eyes were wide and fearful, darting from Katana to Kyuni. Kyuni’s were alight with anger, and the guard holding her kept having to jerk his legs away from her swinging ones that kept morphing from human to harpy and back again. Jace was nowhere to be seen. After a moment taken to absorb the betrayal, Katana’s hands curled into fists and she lunged for Ember, enforcing her knuckles with sharp shadows.

“YOU–” The fire elf caught her with a punch that rocked Katana’s head back. Sparks of agony burst through her head and Katana fell back. This was nothing like the movies and books. This was awful. Where were the shadows? There was a muffled cry from Kyuni’s direction, followed by a smack. 

“KY–” Katana shouted, but was cut off again with an elbow to her stomach. She coughed violently, and saliva splattered on the ground. 

“Pathetic,” Ember smirked, and Katana’s vision was blurred; where were her glasses? She reached for a glimmer of gold, but Ember kicked them away and Katana could hear a worrying crunch that shot more fear through Katana’s body than anything she had felt before.

“NO!” Katana screamed. Ember laughed harshly. Katana’s eyes were clouding with darkness. 

“Poor Kardata,” Ember crooned, kneeling before Katana. Ember’s blurred form shifted into a taller boy with dark skin and glittering eyes. The boy tapped shining sigils on his knuckles and placed his hands on Katana’s head. 

“Nighty–Night, Wander.”

A blast of agony surged through Katana’s head and she thought no more.

[avarkriss]

i just read fulminare and that pillow scene has to be the single hottest thing i have ever read in my entire life

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[monkeydlesbian]

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[missmorosis]

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[fulminare-within-her-soul]

Miss Spindle,

Have you ever been to any witchy sleepovers and would you be interested in attending one? We gather at the top of the Ravenclaw tower every full moon past midnight.

A muffling charm is, of course, used not to alarm any teachers, and in the colder months the whole group engages in the ritual of casting a very strong warming charm on the area (we are still wearing our nightgowns, otherwise what kind of sleep over would it be?)

Activities vary from brewing fun little potions, weaving flowers into each other's hair, and singing songs to dancing on the edge of the roof, practising Divinations in various not-really-sanctioned by the school ways, and summoning the— well. I can't tell you yet, can I?

We will be awaiting for your response through the owl that delivered the invitation.

Ad vitam aeternam — 🌸

Dearest Fellow Mischief-Haver,

Hairbraiding with flora? Dancing ‘round a merry blaze? Restricted, volatile potions? Presumably summoning eldritch horrors beneath the Full Moon? Tea?

Oh, darling, you’ll think I’ve apparated on school grounds. See you there!

Euphemia Spindle

P.S. Although I must warn you- as one of the belief that a witch’s dormant magic resides in her hair…well, I have quite a lot of it. Arm yourself with a good, sturdy brush shall you like to twist any lock to your whims.

[astridthevalkyrie]

3, 13, 26 for fanfic asks!! ❤️

13 has already been answered!

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

i don't know if i have one definitive favorite line/scene, but these two paragraphs were fun to write:

“This is how this is going to work, Cadet.” He stands right in front of you and you force yourself not to look in his eyes, choosing to look at the pretty leaves on the birch tree behind him. “Every morning, from 4 AM to 6 AM, you’re here, and you’re doing whatever the hell I tell you to.” Probably allowing him to punch you in the face repeatedly. “Then you go back, get two more hours of sleep so that you don’t look like shit at breakfast.” It’ll take more than the likes of him to get you to look like shit, but sure, he can flatter himself. “If I’m on an expedition or not here for some other reason, you do a basic routine regardless.” Right, like he’ll know if you skip out. Nice try. “I might have you do other bits of training at another part of the day sometimes, but for the most part, we’ll be doing the brunt of it in the morning so it doesn’t interfere with your classes and shit.” Okay, that’s fair, and you can’t find a complaint with it no matter how hard you try. “Questions?”

and

As it turns out, you don’t even have to run very far. There he is, in the middle of the training grounds, rainwater soaking his face as he scowls ferociously at the sky, as though that’s going to make it stop raining. Shit, you’re almost scared of how fearless you feel right now. Something has always placed him right where you need him, be it fate or destiny or something equally as ridiculous, and you have no idea how you’d ever even fathomed that there could be a life without him.

26. number of favorites/bookmarks you made this year

i don't make bookmarks, i usually just comment/subscribe LMAO. but i did bookmark one fic on ao3 called ichor in his veins, ashes in his wake by fulminares. not very eren or historia friendly, but a oneshot that takes place post chapter 139 that i really, really enjoyed. it all felt very natural and very canon.

[thewordsmagician]

Flash Fiction 585

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“What happens when it gets to zero?” The captain of the third squad for quick response against magical disasters didn't look up at this question. He just kept looking at his tea knowing Shaw would sit in front of him any minute now. A chair scraped against the linoleum floor of the cafeteria and his most hot-headed subordinate appeared. He had not only pulled out the chair but had also turned it around so he could sit with the back of the chair in front. The captain smiled sideways, once upon a time he used to do the same to his superiors. He thought that way no one would believe he was there for a serious conversation when in fact that was exactly what he was looking for.

“What do you believe will happen?” He answered back, let him set up the tone.

Shaw glances at the captain’s wrist, right were the tattoo its suppose to be. “You are a summoner, one that specializes in elemental and hight grade spirits. The thing you summoned didn't look at all like a goodie two shoes to any of us.” At his last words, another two chairs pulled out. Now Sasha and Katherine were joining the party. This had been an ambush.

Katherine's hands were clean now but her sleeves still sported the blood splotches from Sasha's wound. The face of the latter was now half covered by bandages with a pink hue on the sides. Blood was still flowing a bit which meant the infection will definitely set in. They couldn't make it in time despite his gamble.

Shaw glanced at his team members, letting them glare in tandem with his silence to let it sink into their captain. They weren't happy with him. “Which takes us to believe that the moment your tattoo is out of numbers it will take your soul for an eternity.”

The captain sighed. Why did he have to get a team full of nosy children?

“Captain! We are being serious here.” Sasha slammed her palms on the table and he thanked at the ungodly hour they were all sitting around the table.

“Sorry, sorry. It isn't as grim as that, I promise.” He took a sip from his tea then motioned to the big table behind where the kettle was standing. “Help yourself to some tea before we continue with this conversation.”

-¿Qué pasa cuando el número llega a cero?- El capitán del tercer escuadrón para la respuesta rápida contra desastres mágicos no levanto la mirada al escuchar esta pregunta. Siguió observando su té, sabiendo que Shaw se sentaría frente a él en cualquier minuto. Una silla fue arrastrada sobre el linóleo del piso de la cafeteria y su subordinado más impulsivo entro en escena. No solo se conformo con sacar la silla de forma normal, si no que le dio la vuelta para sentarse con el respaldo frente a él. El capitán sonrío, años atrás él solía hacer lo mismo con sus superiores. De esa manera nadie imaginaba qué venia a tener un conversación seria con ellos, cuando eso era precisamente lo que buscaba.

-¿Tú qué crees que pasará?- Respondió el capitán de vuelta, dejando que su subordinado determinara el tono de la conversación.

Shaw voltea a ver la muñeca de su capitán, justo donde la manga tapa el tatuaje. -Usted es un invocador, uno que se especializa en elementales y espíritus de alto nivel. La cosa que invoco hoy no nos pareció del tipo que se preocupe por hacer el bien.” Al mismo tiempo que decía esta ultima frase dos sillas más fueron arrastradas fuera de la mesa. Ahora Sasha y Katherine se unían a la fiesta. Una emboscada perfectamente ejecutada.

Las manos de Katherine ahora se encontraban limpias pero sus mangas aun tenían las manchas de la sangre de Sasha. La cara de esta ultima se encontraba parcialmente tapada por vendajes con un ligero tinte rosa a los lados. La sangre aun seguía saliendo ligeramente. Lo que significaba que la infección tuvo tiempo de hacer acto de presencia. No lograron llegar a tiempo a pesar del movimiento arriesgado que hizo el capitán.

Shaw miro a sus compañeras, dejándolas fulminar al capitán en conjunto con su silencio para dejar en claro lo enojados que estaban con el. -Lo que nos lleva a creer que en el momento que su tatuaje llegue a cero el espíritu tomara su alma para torturarla hasta el fin de los tiempos.-

El capitán suspiro. ¿Por qué tuvo que tener un equipo de entrometidos?

-¡Capitan! Estamos hablando seriamente con usted.-  Sasha azoto sus manos contra la mesa y el capitán agradeció que estuvieran teniendo esta reunion tan tarde en la noche,

-Lo siento, lo siento. No es tan sombrío el asunto, lo prometo.- Tomo un sorbo de su te y después apunto con la tasa a la mesa del fondo donde la tetera se encontraba aun caliente. -Sírvanse un poco de té antes de que continuemos con esta conversación-

[lyriumsings]

number 40 50 and +1

40. Describe Rook’s bed:

Before Veilguard, it was a really grand thing lol. The bed of your dreams tbh like just this plush, soft, giant expanse that one person could never possibly fill by themselves. It’s always made to perfection the second she wakes up. Think the overall color scheme of her room would be deep reds and purples with like gold accents. It’s giving royalty lol She misses it dearly but would never admit it.

50. Are they a mystery, or an open book?

Both! They’re contradictory. Open book, because she doesn’t mince words. You know how she feels and what’s on her mind because she’ll say it. Mystery because she’s not open with her past. I have my own Shadow Dragons backstory for her, and she’s not forthcoming with it. I headcanon it takes the crew a second to realize they actually don’t know anything about her but she’s learning everything about them. They don’t even know her real name. (Even Mercar is not really her surname it’s her half sister’s and she uses it for plot reasons lol)

+1 What does Rook smell like?

Testing my memory against myself lmao.

Kataleya smells like chocolate and winter air. And actually upon further reflection, I think she also smells a little bit like whatever that person associates with her? Since she’s attached to the fade via blood magic I like to headcanon it affects her a bit. So to Lucanis she smells like ciocolatta calda. To Taash she smells like sea salt. etc But it’s always tinged with the smell of tin (aka powerful magic which bellara says in game).I hope that makes sense? Like their perception of her affects how they experience her bc of her link to the fade? And specifically around core memories they have with her, maybe. Sticking a pin in this headcanon lmao

Ask meme!

[lowestechelonabomination]

while I feel like 3 is the answer (you don't seem like a purple hair person), I also want to say 2, because no offense but I kinda doubt your valedictorian status. like I don't at all doubt that you've quoted Undertale before, but...

(also if I'm wrong and you were actually valedictorian, then massive kudos to you. like genuinely. you have my utmost respect and I wish you further success)

I recently cut my hair to be roughly shoulder length

I don't like writing or drawing

I made hidden references to Tumblr posts in my term paper last year

tagging (hope you don't mind): @simmishi03 @smol-bean-of-the-smols @fulminare-art @viscerism + anyone else who wants to join :)

two truths one lie :)

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@bowling-bullfrog

@myveryradblog

@malfoytookmyheart

@bored-piece

@quillsink

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@pub-lius

ill start

im a saphomore in highschool

i have natural black hair

aaanndd green is my favorite color

[fulminare-within-her-soul]

Drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! Let’s spread a little sunshine!☀️💚💚

KIWI! <333

Thank you so much! You’re one of the very first friends I genuinely made on Tumblr, I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate you in turn. Love to see all your likes and comments and emoticons (SO many emoticons…) in my inbox! 💕✨

Give Felix and Nosy kisses from Euphemia, too. XD 💋✨