offulgurian
The Judge of Angelgard
"Fulgurian, Stormsender, God of Storm, the Judge."
Under Construction
Rped: By Hearty
2629 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
pervy4curvy
Entitled
saskiatravels
See the World
keijivtt
ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
mariakelso
Maria Kelso's Blog
mishenemishe
میشه_نمیشه (mishe_nemishe )
Note
vespersilvanus:
offulgurian:
It was not so long ago that he properly awoken from his slumber by the Chosen One, to be called upon, only to find a roaming free glaive in his realm… Ramuh’s eyes go distant. So little…and yet so much has happened since…his body was slowly being covered in scars, skin even more ashen, and eyes and cheeks even more sunken… And the Glaive even more so… Vesper…
Slowly, he looks over at the other. What did the other see in him? And what did he see in the mortal? He still couldn’t quite understand his sister’s words from that night. What was she trying to tell him about this child of man? That they were a kin of those who worshipped him, and what? Much has changed since…
What was in the mortal that she wanted him to have? If anything, has has done nothing but burdened and literally scarred the child? Looking up at the ceiling, the elder sighs. They have grown much, yes, more relaxed and confident, very much in sleep, and yet…It did not change the truth… Soon…soon all will go back to normal, and then…then…he will no doubt return to his island, to the realm…And then what? Continue as if this past few years and those coming never existed?
Oh how much he wanted to be free, to roam, to fly, to be free…and yet…and yet…
Lying there, Ramuh only closes his eyes for a few hours here and there, but was otherwise awake as he stares at the ceiling. The only reason he came here, was because of Vesper, and his sister Shiva. He agreed to speak with her, and yet, did not mean he will show himself so casually.
No, he will do as he was told, and when he was needed by his King, only then will he properly act.
As time passes, and though there was no sun, he knew it was day time, Ramuh doesn’t move as his eyes were distant and deep in thought, waiting for the other to wake.
It had been a millennia since any of the gods walked Eos; too long for such a young and short lived species. Some questioning if any of them truly existed; only the Kings power and the Oracles word as proof.
It was just as long ago that the small, not yet a kingdom, of humans were judged worthy of the Stormsenders attention and care. They were instruments- a source of strength, something the glacian remembered and had used to survive the empires hunts… but had forgotten the pain of becoming attached- she hadn’t intended the current Oracle to be something so dear.
Yet it was that which had her oppose their brother, and seek a different future than what he decreed was the only course.
Morning… or as close to what ‘dawn’ had become inside the city; a slight shift in temperature and less dark shade of grey signaled day. Elderly and the youngest could feel it best, rising the earliest; aggravating alarms were what usually got most other people up and going.
Crowded, there was nothing truly quiet especially in the mornings. Sounds of muffled words turning into slowly growing mumbles, were joined by Tvs and small appliances. Until something falls with a dull whump and whimper that quickly became full on crying; furniture scraped floors and louder machines rumbled over distant arguing.
Vesper had been beginning to shift in their sleep from the start but it was a vehicle backfiring that had the glaive wake with a sharp jerk.
Heart thundering they lay tense for several seconds before finally letting out a slow, sighing cuss.
Palm scrubbing across bleary eyes, as they got their own morning started. Leaking and creaking pipes spluttering less than pure water for a hot shower and a few gritty burnt beans to make coffee… yet it was utter luxury; soaking in every moment. Things were good.
Yet.
There was work to do, and they were shipping out with the hunters. It kept the apartment paid for and allowed access to more sources of information… even if that meant having to talk to people. There hadn’t been any leads to the person the old man was looking for.
Checking the other room, said elder seemed like he might be busy; that distant look well familiar to the mortal. That was fine, as long as he was not over working… or whatever astrals did. Setting a cup aside, fragrant leaves steeping for him later.
Thinner dark clothes layered repeatedly kept them both warm and better protected out in the field; it’d been getting colder the longer the sun was gone and it seemed like daemons were getting tougher.
Hearing the other stirring, not fazed by the sudden noises of life waking to another day, or lack there of, Ramuh slowly looks over at the other and stares for a moment before looking back out at the window as he lays in bad. Even with no sun showing them the way to a new dawn, the humans have quickly adapted to their lives, as lacking in life as it was. Though he should not be surprised, the Fulgurian still found parts of himself in awe at how they managed to push on, with everything against them, instead of finding misery, the manage to fight delight, even in the smallest of things.
Even just having the mortals sway to one astral was enough to cause a ruckus, to even have them learn of the way of fire, brought chaos and destruction amongst their own kind. And with the parasites, the death bed of their kind, being the Scourge, they wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice others for their own skin, and yet, thought the humans would go that far to a level, many...have chosen a far different route...
... He did not, nor could he, allow this world to continue to be consumed by darkness... and yet...there has to be another way, another way to allow both sides to thrive, or at least...to balance the world in a far more meaningful and fulfilling way... There has to be...there must be a way...and yet the only way he can find besides the road they were going...would mean...
Hearing the clatter of a cup, his eyes go less distant before looking over to find a cup of tea before him...Vesper... The young one must be going out again...no doubt doing what mortals do, what humans do...Though a world of chaos and death, their kind still manages find their own order, their own ways to continue civilization to the fullest, jobs...businesses, trades...currency...and no doubt Vesper was trying their best to continue their own way of that. Question was...what was this job that they will be doing?
Shifting, Ramuh slowly gets up and stares down at his form for sitting in the bed before looking once more at the cup before reaching out for it. Even now, Vesper still does their best to care for him...As if he was going to disappear at any moment, as if their life depended on it...and yet...was that truly the case? Pale eyes stare at the substance before him before slowly raising the drink to his lips to taste it...Hm...still could be far better...or far worse...just how did the humans stand such a taste, hm...as if they had much choice in the matter these years...
Slowly lowering the cup, the Judge sits at the edge of the bed before slowly looking up and over a the other before him. Wondering what was on their mind, he soon has his attention caught by something else, before standing up and walks about to the windows before peering down at the small world before. So many people, even now, like ants, bustling, laughing... crying... yelling... trading... reading... eating, and drinking. So much going on, so much happening, Sitting on the couch ever slowly, the elder starts to do his daily dose of people watching.
Slowly walks into their new apartment and over the the human before collapsing on the floor and curls up. Nap time.
"If you're going to pretend to be human and have an apartment..." muttering under their breath "... and make me live here..." before continuing, "You're using the room and the bed." =_=
20 notes
·
View notes
Note
vespersilvanus:
offulgurian:
Ramuh goes quiet once more at that tone. Wondering if his actions were, per usual, annoying ones. But then again, hearing the tired sigh, he pushes those thoughts away. If he was as annoying as he thought himself was, why would this mortal stay by his side?
Tired yet intense eyes ever watches the young mortal as they lay on the couch, wondering if it was wise for them to sleep there. Was that not uncomfortable for their back and neck and who knows what other parts of their body?
“…”
It was odd…yet enlightening…seeing how much Vesper has grown since they first met, their voice was stronger, more confident, and their own…still not many words leave their lips, but Ramuh understands well what that was like.
It has been some time now, months perhaps, maybe over a year, he lost count, he always did… He rarely needed to keep track, why would he? The Astral however found himself slowly growing more attentive to time as it passes him, finding how it grew with him and his mortal companion. How it brought growth to the other… How it brought him…
‘‘K’iigaay’…” The elder repeats softly as Vesper turns away from him. Looking down for a moment, the Fulgurian slowly gets up before turning to the back, and yet looks over at the mortal before going over to it as he slowly lays down. He never slept in a bed before… Staring at the ceiling, Ramuh frowns before looking over at mortal before his eyes were drawn to the window.
How he misses to be free, free to roam the sky and about the clouds, free to unleash his storms whenever he sees fit, free to just…exist…and yet…now…Slowly his head turns, pale eyes staring at the ceiling. Now…he was caged…Or has he always been caged?… And he has just been in denial? “…” This will be a long night.
Heavy coat hung on a hook, mended and patched as they were able; still taking care of the uniform despite no longer wearing it. Dressing in something closer to what hunters wear, Vesper had no intention of being recognized or associated with the Glaive- survivors or risen.
Working as a runner for the time being; racing through the dark to make deliveries, find items, intelligence gathering… basically the same as before but with income. Enough that there’s food and water, and… they could keep renting the apartment; still no idea how the elder had secured one.
They were dense at times, but even for a human they weren’t completely empty-headed; picking up on the invisible field encompassing the city.
Still using power when he should be saving, resting…
Stretched out over the old sectional, lying still while listening to the elder finally take the tiny room and bed; it ended up taking only a couple hours for them to drift off. Slow, even breaths; their sleep was deep and mostly unbothered. Nothing compared to the previous, endless cycle of broken sleep; desperately trying to charge a depleted battery- jerking awake, a zombie prepared to fight.
As much as they grumbled and on occasion were snappy towards the elder- Vesper never meant it, and would apologize in their own awkward way, if not outright. Traumatized and withdrawn- they grew overwhelmed being bumped around for long in the too crowded market. Yet both of their lives had been improved with the new housing; small, run down and clearly had been a larger unit at one time. Chopped up and sectioned to shelter more families than the building should but it was enough.
It was not so long ago that he properly awoken from his slumber by the Chosen One, to be called upon, only to find a roaming free glaive in his realm... Ramuh’s eyes go distant. So little...and yet so much has happened since...his body was slowly being covered in scars, skin even more ashen, and eyes and cheeks even more sunken... And the Glaive even more so... Vesper...
Slowly, he looks over at the other. What did the other see in him? And what did he see in the mortal? He still couldn’t quite understand his sister’s words from that night. What was she trying to tell him about this child of man? That they were a kin of those who worshipped him, and what? Much has changed since...
What was in the mortal that she wanted him to have? If anything, has has done nothing but burdened and literally scarred the child? Looking up at the ceiling, the elder sighs. They have grown much, yes, more relaxed and confident, very much in sleep, and yet...It did not change the truth... Soon...soon all will go back to normal, and then...then...he will no doubt return to his island, to the realm...And then what? Continue as if this past few years and those coming never existed?
Oh how much he wanted to be free, to roam, to fly, to be free...and yet...and yet...
Lying there, Ramuh only closes his eyes for a few hours here and there, but was otherwise awake as he stares at the ceiling. The only reason he came here, was because of Vesper, and his sister Shiva. He agreed to speak with her, and yet, did not mean he will show himself so casually.
No, he will do as he was told, and when he was needed by his King, only then will he properly act.
As time passes, and though there was no sun, he knew it was day time, Ramuh doesn’t move as his eyes were distant and deep in thought, waiting for the other to wake.
Slowly walks into their new apartment and over the the human before collapsing on the floor and curls up. Nap time.
"If you're going to pretend to be human and have an apartment..." muttering under their breath "... and make me live here..." before continuing, "You're using the room and the bed." =_=
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
i had a super SUPER productive morning and i was treating myself to the fancy shampoo (u know the shampoo u got as a gift that’s kinda expensive and v v Nice so u only use it when ur going out or have a social event going on?) and i came back to find a bunch of my mutuals reblogging the same post about hair, and i’ll be damned if i didn’t see that combination of events as some sort of sign! so here u go my dudes! another addition to the group! feel free to add “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles of this meme!
as always, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST! i’ll add to it as time passes! and i really hope you all enjoy this one bc i had a lot of fun making it!
[ WASH ]: sender begins to wash the receiver’s hair.
[ TUG ]: sender grabs the receiver’s hair and pulls at it. ( SPECIFY A REASON! CONTEXT IS KEY! )
[ BRAID ]: sender, sitting behind the receiver’s back, begins to braid their hair.
[ SNIP ]: having discussed the matter, the sender gives the receiver a haircut.
[ BACK ]: sender, noticing a strand of hair fall from the receiver’s hairdo, carefully tucks the strand back behind the receiver’s ear.
[ BURY ]: sender buries their hand deep in the receiver’s hair.
[ BRUSH ]: with a hairbrush, comb, or their hand, the sender begins to gently brush the receiver’s hair.
[ GLIDE ]: sender runs their fingers through the length of the receiver’s hair.
[ BLOOM ]: sender weaves a number of flowers through the receiver’s hair.
[ STYLE ]: sender begins to arrange the receiver’s hair into an elaborate hairstyle to an unspecified degree of success (or failure).
[ CROWN ]: having created a flower crown, the sender carefully places it atop the receiver’s head.
[ INHALE ]: while embracing or in close proximity to the receiver, the sender inhales slowly, smelling their hair in the process.
[ TICKLE ]: the sender uses the ends of the receiver’s hair to playfully tickle them.
[ PLAY ]: the sender begins to play with the receiver’s hair while the receiver lies in their lap.
[ LAY ]: the sender lays down in the receiver’s lap to let them play with the sender’s hair.
[ TOUCH ]: just for the sake of the contact, the sender reaches out and gently touches the strands of the receiver’s hair.
[ MASSAGE ]: with their hands buried in the receiver’s hair, the sender begins to gently massage their scalp.
[ ROYAL ]: as part of a coronation ceremony, the sender places a crown atop the receiver’s hair, maintaining eye contact as they do so.
[ KISS ]: the sender places a tender kiss on the receiver’s hair.
[ AWAY ]: the sender, using their fingertips, tenderly sweeps a few strands of hair out of the receiver’s face so as to see them more clearly.
[ TOWEL ]: the sender uses a towel to carefully dry the receiver’s hair.
[ DRY ]: the sender uses a hairdryer to dry the receiver’s hair.
[ SOFTEN ]: the sender rubs oils/conditioner into their hands, and begins to slowly massage it into the receiver’s hair.
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
@badassbarmaid: From here
Now this was a face she hadn't seen in a long while. Curious, she walked over with a hot cup of tea and set it down on the table in front of him, giving a small smile. Strange that such a powerful deity could look so...human in the moment.
------------------------------------------------------
Sensing the other coming closer, he doesn't move except at the sound of a cup being set down. Hearing the small click of ceramic echo off the table, his eyes slowly open before looking over. Smelling such a refreshing aroma, he slowly uncurls himself and he sits up slowly and tiredly. Staring at the cup, his eyes slowly drift to look over at Tifa before nodding gently. "...Thank you... You did not have too..." Ramuh thanks her with a soft tired voice before picking up the drink in both hands and taking a small elegant sip from it.
1 note
·
View note
Note
Ramuh goes quiet once more at that tone. Wondering if his actions were, per usual, annoying ones. But then again, hearing the tired sigh, he pushes those thoughts away. If he was as annoying as he thought himself was, why would this mortal stay by his side?
Tired yet intense eyes ever watches the young mortal as they lay on the couch, wondering if it was wise for them to sleep there. Was that not uncomfortable for their back and neck and who knows what other parts of their body?
“...”
It was odd...yet enlightening...seeing how much Vesper has grown since they first met, their voice was stronger, more confident, and their own...still not many words leave their lips, but Ramuh understands well what that was like.
It has been some time now, months perhaps, maybe over a year, he lost count, he always did... He rarely needed to keep track, why would he? The Astral however found himself slowly growing more attentive to time as it passes him, finding how it grew with him and his mortal companion. How it brought growth to the other... How it brought him...
‘‘K’iigaay’...” The elder repeats softly as Vesper turns away from him. Looking down for a moment, the Fulgurian slowly gets up before turning to the back, and yet looks over at the mortal before going over to it as he slowly lays down. He never slept in a bed before... Staring at the ceiling, Ramuh frowns before looking over at mortal before his eyes were drawn to the window.
How he misses to be free, free to roam the sky and about the clouds, free to unleash his storms whenever he sees fit, free to just...exist...and yet...now...Slowly his head turns, pale eyes staring at the ceiling. Now...he was caged...Or has he always been caged?... And he has just been in denial? “...” This will be a long night.
Slowly walks into their new apartment and over the the human before collapsing on the floor and curls up. Nap time.
"If you're going to pretend to be human and have an apartment..." muttering under their breath "... and make me live here..." before continuing, "You're using the room and the bed." =_=
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
Send 💪 for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up and throwing them over their shoulder.
7K notes
·
View notes
Text
🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑰𝑿 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ all of this is my fault. ❜
❛ are you even listening to me? ❜
❛ are you scared? 'cause i'm scared. ❜
❛ are you sure you'll be okay? ❜
❛ can you say that again, please? ❜
❛ do you have anything to say? ❜
❛ do you wanna go out sometime? ❜
❛ did you ever really love me? ❜
❛ have you considered trying something else? ❜
❛ how long do we still have? ❜
❛ i can't do this any longer. ❜
❛ i can't wait to go home. ❜
❛ i didn't want to do that. ❜
❛ i don't follow, i always lead. ❜
❛ i don't know what you mean. ❜
❛ i hate him but i love him. ❜
❛ i like i here, it's nice. ❜
❛ i'll only go if you go. ❜
❛ i'm here if you need me. ❜
❛ i'm sorry, i had no idea. ❜
❛ i'm weird, just deal with it. ❜
❛ is this your first time here? ❜
❛ just tell me what to do. ❜
❛ just tell me why we're here. ❜
❛ no one will believe you anyway. ❜
❛ nothing else matters except for you. ❜
❛ please just let me help you. ❜
❛ there is time to fix this. ❜
❛ what do you want from me? ❜
❛ where do you think you're going? ❜
❛ when will you come back here? ❜
❛ why are you acting so stupid? ❜
❛ why do you ask these questions? ❜
❛ why would i lie to you? ❜
❛ will you go out with me? ❜
❛ you are more important than me. ❜
❛ you don't mean that, do you? ❜
❛ you have nothing to worry about. ❜
❛ you'll always be my best friend. ❜
❛ your hair looks really nice today. ❜
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Head tilts back and facing the sky, mind possibly empty.
1 note
·
View note
Quote
And you said that I was done. Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come. ‘Cause I can make it on my own and I don’t need you. I found a strength I’ve never known. I’ll bring thunder, I’ll bring rain, when I’m finished they won’t even know your name.
Kesha (via perfectquote)
165 notes
·
View notes
Quote
It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via perfectquote)
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
The emptiness left by their absence feels heavier every day.
594 notes
·
View notes
Quote
Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it’s those hours that make us what we are.
Karen Marie Moning, Faefever (via perfectquote)
307 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hearing the words under the other’s breath, a tired pale eye slowly opens and looks over with a stare. Pretend to be human... it was still strange for him to do this, he could easily have just locked himself away and slept all the years off, and yet... Slowly he looks down. If he did that, then he wouldn’t be able to... “I have no need of a bed... However, you mortals are frail and weak...a bed for you is far more important then for myself...” Ramuh replies softly before looking over. “...Do you not want to be here?...” Hm, it would seem he has annoyed the human. Slowly he shifts as he slowly sits up. “This is one of the few places left that is safe for humans...” To have Vesper back at the cottage, was far out of the question. That and... “...Would you want me not to be here?...” It was one of the few places he himself can...
Slowly walks into their new apartment and over the the human before collapsing on the floor and curls up. Nap time.
"If you're going to pretend to be human and have an apartment..." muttering under their breath "... and make me live here..." before continuing, "You're using the room and the bed." =_=
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
You're not imagining it -- reblog notifications are broken.
Tumblr's most recent update made it so you will no longer receive notifications in your activity feed when you reblog or interact with your own posts. This is a fine idea, but it has a major issue. If you reblog a post that was originally yours from another person, neither you nor the person you reblogged from will be notified.
Let's say Person A makes a starter, and Person B reblogs it with a reply -- Person A will be notified of that reblog. Then Person A reblogs that from Person B to add their own reply -- Tumblr recognizes this as Person A interacting with their own post, so Person A won't be notified, but neither will Person B.
Considering that interaction I just described is the backbone of roleplaying on this site, this is a problem -- it means that any threads you're involved in that your partner wrote the starter for won't notify you correctly. It is incredibly easy to miss replies when this is happening.
I truly believe this was just an oversight and not done intentionally, but it should still be fixed. I have filled out a support form with staff informing them of the issue and I recommend that you do the same. Please remember to be polite! Simply explain what the issue is and why it's a problem. You can even link them to this post if you want.
In the meantime, the best method to avoid this is to @-mention your partner in replies, so that it will still show up in their activity feed no matter what. You can also use RPThreadTracker to keep an eye on your replies and make sure you don't miss anything.
996 notes
·
View notes
Text
&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various fluffy dialogue prompts so soft, so sweet, just for you! )
❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜
❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜
❛ you got me flowers? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜
❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜
❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜
❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜
❛ it’s better with you here. ❜
❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜
❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜
❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜
❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜
❛ i knew you would be here. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜
❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜
❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜
❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜
❛ is that my shirt? ❜
❛ this is a good look for you. ❜
❛ pinky promise? ❜
❛ c’mere, you. ❜
❛ honey, i’m home! ❜
❛ you remembered? ❜
❛ you’re my family too. ❜
❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜
❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜
❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜
❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜
❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜
❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜
❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜
❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜
❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜
❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜
❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜
❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜
❛ you feel like home to me. ❜
21K notes
·
View notes
Note
❝ the world isn’t kind or fair, so i need you to know that you have changed me the way…opening a window changes a dark room. ❞
❝ the more you spend time with someone, the more cursed you are to see them as human.❞
❝ what…? what is that look?❞
you (season 4) starters
Ramuh stares at the mortal with confusion, but says nothing to the words that were spilt. Was that a good thing though? It would see so, and yet... was it best that he had such influence on such a young influential soul? Looking away and down through the apartment window at the people bellow and stares at them instead.
But that was the thing...was it now? They were all mortal, and he can see their souls for what they were, and even their minds to an extent if he so pleases, and yet.... the more he learns of them, the less of a curse it was and more of a...realization of who was truly more imperfect then when they first appeared.
Looking up as he looks over at Vesper, the Astrals says nothing as the endless night shapes about his face and hair, making him look more gaunt and ghostly then when they first met.
1 note
·
View note