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@feulise
welcome to FEULISE, an independent blog for flare corona, written by jana. the portrayal is canon divergent and headcanon based. the blog is selective and mutuals only.
about • rules • headcanons • verses • canon divergences
feulise:
dear zilla,
yes. lamia scale’s ice guy is the one who makes all the moving ice statues. they can be annoying and i would not want to face him in a fight, i think—but my fire still burns hot. i just remembered the time we used my hair as a heater because it was so cold that one winter. that was fun. whatever it is that they are starting? probably not so much fun, i fear.
the painting you sent me is very beautiful—technique wise, not because of the subject. i wrapped into some of my sweaters that i probably won’t need for my travel to keep it cushioned as i am still on the move. wherever i go after this, it’s coming with me. and i am glad you liked the experience of spending money for yourself.
so far, i have not met any demons. but i will be here for another week or so (less, if things finally start going smoothly rather than just okay-ish), which means i can still meet demons. i don’t want to, of course, but you never really get a say in these things. and the city is quite beautiful. i took a stroll during my lunchbreak today and came across this little market that sells handicrafts. one of the stalls was owned by a silk painter. he made the most curious works—so i bought one for you. it’s not quite your style, but i figure you can use it as wall decoration if you don’t want to wear it.
yours,
f.
[ attached is a silk scarf with the most colourful pattern of orange goldfish on a background that looks like the night sky ]
dearest friend,
the scarf is very pretty, i really do like it. i will wear it once the weather begins to get more chilly, it will keep me company on my daily strolls through the forest. it is not so far from a departure, so do not worry. i love it.
i prefer the moving ones, they’re prettier to look at it. at least for me. but i could also just be biased because the other is from fairy tail. and yes, that was fun. and cozy. it was a very bitter winter, indeed. i am happy the hvac system in the guild became better afterwards.
thank you. i am still experimenting so i am happy to know that it is good for you. i will continue to experiment, but find it more difficult (so far) to add more details into my paintings like do with other mediums. i will have to just continue practicing, i suppose. i am happy you like it regardless.
no demons so far is always very good. i hope it continues that way. and that you find more knickknacks, i know you do like them. a new city sounds quite fun. perhaps i’ll make another trip today to some new city. but i will admit i do find myself fond of delphinium. it has a vintage feel to it. i don’t know why i avoided big cities like it before. do you have any recommendations for me?
i hope you safe travels, of course. and be careful.
—zilla
Dear Zilla,
Still no demons, but some other inconveniences have popped up. One of them being that despite me booking a compartment for myself and telling the railway gentleman that I'd be travelling with a cat (and buying a special ticket for said cat!), there was trouble when this one man wanted to be seated in my compartment, only to throw a fit about Ludwig's presence. He is allergic, you see. And I should not be allowed to have a cat on the train. It was a mess, despite all my precautions.
Sometimes, I cannot help but hate existing in public.
I agree that Delphinium has a vintage flair. In fact, I even believe that there are a couple stores where you can buy excellent vintage clothes, tucked away in the smaller streets. As far as recommendations go, it really depends what experience you are interested in. Era has a few wonderful places for tea. Crocus is, well, Crocus---it is beautiful and fantastical, but full of rune knights and royal guards. Oh!! Maybe you'd enjoy Anemone Town? It is by the sea. It is quite famous for its water park. And no, I don't mean that there's a famous public pool---it's a park for water plants. I once passed by on my way back from a job and it is stunning. Especially at night / after dark when the bioluminescent flowers glow.
Yours,
F.
“I’m relieved I left my room tidy.”
'' you are always neat, zilla. ''
flare smiled just a little bit as she leaned against the cavewall, careful not to move her foot too much. twisting and spraining her ankle in the middle of a snowstorm had not been part of flare's own plans for how this mission had been supposed to go, but that was what had happened---and in such a stupid way, too. she could have caused the ice to melt, but she had underestimated its danger. and now, she was paying for this.
still, as things stood right now, she was not too concerned about the snowstorm outside, they had brought plenty of supplies with them and she was fairly good at creating sources of warmth, but what troubled her was that the storm outside made the descent a bad idea, even without her ankle adding a complication.
rubbing her forehead, she pulled her uninjured leg closer to her body, happy to make herself even smaller than she already was to conserve warmth. yes, they had made a fire, but---she hated the way the cold was seeping into her bones. '' and we did tell niall where we were going so i'm not too worried, right now, '' she continued as she reached for her thermos. '' i don't think anyone will have to search your room for information about our route. ''
“I’d enjoy some fine champagne.”
'' i'll get terribly silly from it. ''
it was an honest admission, but it did not stop flare from wanting a glass of her own. a bit of silliness, she decided, was not bad. there was a lot going on at all times lately. to relax for a bit, to enjoy life for a moment---it would be nice. especially in good company.
looking at zilla, she smiled a bit. '' i think it's the bubbles, '' she explained. '' i think the alcohol gets into your blood faster or something. ''
put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.
shadowqueens — zilla claramond.
my dearest friend,
thank you. i had a feelin the drawing was not out of character for you. and, as we’ve discussed, the sun village is a metaphor on the ball of fire part. your village is still valid in my books. and winter is a very season, i agree. it creates more shadows with all the white, usually.
they do seem like a strange group. but nothing is stranger than demons being at work. i do not like the sound of that. fairy tail’s ice make is the one that doesn’t have the moving ice, right? i believe that is lamia scale’s. i will be alert for anything and ready myself and others to escape quickly if needed.
and about the magic ink….i hope you enjoy this painting. i did not trade the ore, but i did take your advice and spend money on something fun. it was exhilarating. this is the first (well, second, i did an experimental testing one) painting i’ve done in a while and the canvas is small, but i hope you enjoy it.
i hope your time at the capital is without its demons.
—zilla.
[attached is a small canvas of flare, her hair is the main focus with it being long and changing into different shades of red. from a dark red, to a bright scarlet, to even a dash of pink.]
dear zilla,
yes. lamia scale’s ice guy is the one who makes all the moving ice statues. they can be annoying and i would not want to face him in a fight, i think---but my fire still burns hot. i just remembered the time we used my hair as a heater because it was so cold that one winter. that was fun. whatever it is that they are starting? probably not so much fun, i fear.
the painting you sent me is very beautiful---technique wise, not because of the subject. i wrapped into some of my sweaters that i probably won’t need for my travel to keep it cushioned as i am still on the move. wherever i go after this, it’s coming with me. and i am glad you liked the experience of spending money for yourself.
so far, i have not met any demons. but i will be here for another week or so (less, if things finally start going smoothly rather than just okay-ish), which means i can still meet demons. i don’t want to, of course, but you never really get a say in these things. and the city is quite beautiful. i took a stroll during my lunchbreak today and came across this little market that sells handicrafts. one of the stalls was owned by a silk painter. he made the most curious works---so i bought one for you. it’s not quite your style, but i figure you can use it as wall decoration if you don’t want to wear it.
yours,
f.
[ attached is a silk scarf with the most colourful pattern of orange goldfish on a background that looks like the night sky ]
testing some new brushes!
shadowqueens — zilla claramond.
my dearest friend,
i will do so at once. though i will admit it would be weird to kill someone who looks like you. i would probably struggle. but, if they hurt you to imposter you then they had it coming. and i will of course check for charms before any further harm could happen.
good. take it one step at a time. and i wish i could truly spook them…but they wouldn’t know who i am since i wasn’t at the grand magic games like you here. the horror of them trying to recruit me…no thanks. no one would enjoy that, least of all me.
i do thank you for the ore. i will try and trade it. maybe they will accept it — its quite beautiful and i can ensure them it is genuine and from the sun village. i am reluctant to let it go, though, now. hm.
as you know, i have plenty of sunscreen. i should have let you borrow some. ugh. i truly hate the sun. even if i need it. but still. gross gross gross. its very rude. and the ink is special because it changes colors! you could have it change from one color to the other. and its said to have a scent as well, but i didn’t sniff them.
oh. i did not know that. i do not think you are pregnant, by the way. or look it at all. i am aware that by the time you get this, you are in midi’s capital. i hope it is fun! tell me what your favorite part is.
—zilla
[attached is a drawing of flare, not pregnant, fighting what looks like the sun]
dear zilla,
first things first: let it be said that i would fight the sun for you. and as much as i do come from a place called sun village, i find the sun to be very unpleasant. as a natural redhead with light skin, i burn to a crisp the moment i am out for too long. ah, we have complained about the existence of summer often enough, i’d wager. doesn’t mean it stopped being true! spring and summer means allergies. and allergies means suffering for flare. i simply like winter better!
i think neither of us would work well in a setting like fairy tail. the toxic positivity is strong there, i think. and the whole we are family!!! narrative rubs me the wrong way, too. i did briefly work with some of them in sun village because they were there to check out what had happened to my uncles, and while it wasn’t the most unbearable incident in my life, i did find them rather strange.
speaking of sun village---non-humans were at work there. demons, to be precise. the ice make guy did some weird stuff that was vaguely impressive, but i got bad vibes. so please: be careful, zilla. if something bad happens, you would be pretty close to the potential epicentre of trouble, and i don’t want you to get caught up in their nonsense because i think anything super dramatic that can happen will happen to them.
i hope you get to enjoy your magic ink and i will write you a full update on my time in the capital in my next letter, it’s been a lot, but none of it as pressing as the demon thing.
yours,
---f.
shadowqueens — zilla claramond.
my dearest friend,
i mean. you’re probably not wrong. and who would want to hang out with rabastan anyway? not me, that’s for sure. or his followers. honestly. they’re all creeps undeserving of their talent (when they actually have one). but i digress, the ravens and master ivan will always be the better place to spend time between the two options.
i hope so as well! well, maybe not too well. a little excitement so you can use one of your backup plans. only so you’re not too bored. or ‘ disappointed ’. allegedly of course. i hope seeing them was good and fun, you always liked your home.
thank you. you’re very nice for saying that. of course i will share some of my new art with you, i always liked your feedback. and well, i wouldn’t put too much idea in your living situation, as crazy as that may seem. you should take the time instead of rushing into it, enjoy your travels, you know? i’m sure you will be alright. i have faith in your endeavors.
i went on a small quest. well not really a quest. mostly, i discovered this nice art store in delphinium city. they have some magic ink that i want to try, but i need to save up some more money. i was thinking of looking for someone who needs a quest. i was given money, of course, but i don’t want to use that money for fun things. it feels irresponsible. a new conundrum. we will see that happens.
how far along are you, now?
—zilla
dear zilla,
if you ever see me hanging out with rabastan, please either kill the impostor or shake me out of whatever charm spell i would have to be under. please. he just rubs me the wrong way, always did. and yes, i do concur. hanging out with the ravens was a good way to pass the time when i was stuck indoors because a cold had knocked me down again.
and well, i won’t start thinking about where to live until i return to fiore. i did consider, just to spook the fairies whenever they see me out for a walk, but i think i’d grow tired of that pettiness quickly. maybe i’ll just need to make some friends and then, i can just bounce between their places. on second thought? that is a horrifying idea and i’d rather not do that.
i have no idea if this will help you, but i included some of the ore that uncle otis gave me. perhaps you can sell them or trade them for the ink? and i do think it is sometimes good to spend money on things that are just fun. i bought both sunscreen (necessary for where i am going) and nail polish (pretty but ultimately not necessary) when i restocked on supplies. ---what makes the magic ink so special? i am curious now.
during my wandering, i have come to learn that how far along are you is usually used in the context of pregnancy. as for my travelling, i should make it to midi’s capital tomorrow morning. i am on a train and will be there for a bit longer, but i have a nice compartment to myself. i’ll put this letter in the mail later when we refuel around midnight. i like to stretch my legs a bit when that happens.
love,
---f.
Playlist Sentence Starter 1/?
↳ from several different artists on a playlist. some lyrics edited for formatting reasons.
“I don’t know who I want to be.”
“I’ll do as I am told.”
“It’s been long enough to talk about.”
“Always the fool with the slowest heart.”
“Haven’t I given enough?”
“I’m relieved I left my room tidy.”
“I couldn’t have changed anyway.”
“I get tired and sick.”
“I can’t handle change.”
“Nothing I do is ever good enough.”
“I know it’s not your fault.”
“It’s my party — I’ll cry if I want to.”
“You’d cry if it happened to you.”
“I know we got it good.”
“The grass is getting greener each day.”
“It can’t be possible that rain falls only over our heads.”
“Come on honey, take a chance.”
“The countdown has begun.”
“I wanna get into trouble.”
“I wanna tear all my bridges down.”
“I wanna fight.”
“I wanna swallow all the light.”
“I’ma stay inside.”
“If I can’t make it right, I’m not gonna make it worse.”
“It’s good to live expensive, you know it.”
“I’d enjoy some fine champagne.”
“Once I had a love and it was divine.”
“Love is so confusing, there’s no peace of mind.”
“I’m lost inside an adorable illusion and I can’t hide.”
“How I hate to spend my evening alone.”
“It makes me so depressed to see the gloom.”
“There’s not a soul out there.”
“Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away?”
“We can do the tango — just for two.”
“What’re you doing tonight?”
“I’d like for you and I to go romancing.”
“Say the word, your wish is my command.”
“When I’m not with you, I think of you always.”
“Romantic talking? You don’t even have to try.”
“You live in the dark, I cannot pretend.”
“Call me when you want.”
“Call me when you need.”
“Call me in the morning, I’ll be on your way.”
“It’s not the strongest narrrative.”
“Details aren’t imperative.”
“They’ve got sixteen mutual friends.”
“She’s/He’s/They’ve got animal spirits.”
“I checked out you’re astral chart.”
“It’s a work of art!”
“I hold myself in contempt!”
“Well, it seems she/he/they broke me.”
“No apology, I request misery.”
“For the sake of humanity, die of your blight.”
“You can go fucking die.”
“You’re never gonna make the bus.”
“Everyone is so impressed!”
“You’re never gonna make it in my kitchen.”
“Last time I was here, I was your favorite.”
“I got a terrible fixation — can’t get it off the mind.”
“We’ve been through hell about it.”
“All I saw was proof of God’s boredom.”
“I want to keep it in the realm of fantasy.”
“What do you beleive when everyone is watching?”
“What do you beleive when nobody is watching?”
“Keep telling yourself that you’ve been playing nice.”
“I finally know what it feels like to be dead.”
“Your soul can’t be saved from the sins you’ve ignored.”
shadowqueens — zilla claramond.
my dearest friend,
romulus is rather attached to master ivan, so sadly, even if i tried to take to take him he’d just find his way back to him. perhaps the building isn’t empty and the flock took it over which would mean you would be left with them. perhaps. but it’s good that you were informed overall. now you know you have more time to spend with family.
interesting. i’ll look more into it more on my side of things and if i find anything, i’ll let you know. it worries me that people can go around freezing groups of other people — it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. i am happy to hear they, and you, are all safe now and hopefully you’ll all be able to avoid this in the future. though how is hm.
i figured you wouldn’t consider for now. i’ll use these walnuts and i’ll make sure to inform the little creatures who they’re from so when / if you come around, they’ll know you. it’s important to introduce yourself or be introduced, after all. i do hope you are able to enjoy yourself no matter what. heading out of country can be quite fun sometimes. there are some sights that are rather wonderful, such as those icebergs in well….iceberg. but i think you’ve had enough of frozen things for the moment, no?
sorry my letter is getting quite long. i’ve been going back and forth with it between drawing. that’s what i’ve been doing with my time: drawings things and accumulating to my new…roommate? well, technically it’s her house and i’m living in it. am i a squatter now? or, i supposed, i’ve always been one just squatting in a different place now. interesting.
new things to consider.
— zilla
dear zilla—
if you ask me, the only ones who could be counted on to lurk in the ( probably? ) abandoned building are rabastan and his ilk, and so i have no interest in going anywhere near it. not when i have other options which, thankfully, i do have. the ravens i suspect followed master ivan though i seem to read between the lines that you do not quite know where he went either and thus, the flock’s whereabouts are a mystery as well.
i hope that my trip to midi will go smoothly; i have no interest in complications which may strike you as amusing ( it did amuse my uncles ), given how much time i usually spend preparring back-up plans and how disappointed i allegedly get when none are required. still, i just want to take a quick trip, pick up what i was asked to obtain and get back.
no experiments, no unnecessary risks. not this time.
i am glad that you have time to devote to your art! i always enjoyed your pieces and i look forward to seeing more of it ( if you deem them fit for my eyes / my eyes fit for your work ) once i have settled somewhere. that being said, where your living situation seems to be ‘ all figured out ’, i have not even started to give my future much thought. which is — unusual. then, whatever future i will have does widely depend on the next few weeks, but fear not: i will be cautious.
yours,
— f.
---sun village arc edition
Flare did not approach Lucy and others in the manner showcased in the manga. consequently, she did not 'wash' Cana either. while she was unsure if she would be welcomed back in her home, she firmly declined the offer that Lucy would speak on her behalf with Makarov. (chapter 341)
as she says herself: she did not stalk Lucy to Sun Village, she had gone there on her own accord because she had been missing her home and wanted to see what was going on there. on her way, she came across the fight in the woods, (chapter 347)
as she was raised in the village and was renamed by the giants in honour of their protector deity, she does feel strongly about it. as she says: her hair magic was granted to her by the eternal flame. her backstory differs in my portrayal: she did meet another being her size (her mother who passed when she was ten), and she did not leave the village because she was tired of being the only one who was different but rather because she was curious about the outside world. (chapter 347)
as i omit any abuse on Raven Tail's part / follow the characterisation of @reivun's Ivan, Flare's time in the guild was better than canon suggests. aside from the obvious divergence in regards to Raven Tail, this is because i am very uncomfortable with the way abuse is framed as an excuse for behaviour in the manga, Minerva being the other example. (general change, applies to chapter 348)
there is a non zero chance that Flare's hair magic---that was a gift from the Guardian Flame---is imbued with Atlas Flame's might. in fact, she has not tried to unfreeze her uncles herself so it remains unknown if it would have worked.
shadowqueens --- zilla claramond.
my dearest friend,
your letter came in a prompt manner, so do not worry about that. i’ll admit i was very concerned for you when master ivan made his announcement since you were gone but he assured me he took care of it for you and I’m happy to see he was right about that. i miss the flock as well, but romulus is still with master ivan and he still likes his treats.
i’m sorry to hear your uncles had issues — but not surprised you were there to help with the aftermath. i’m positive that the matter is settled with your presence there. If you are ever in trouble in the future do not hesitate to call upon me; no matter how big or smal I will be there as promptly as possible and well…you know I can travel quite quickly.
i am ironically closer to the fairy nest than ever before, but isolated in a good manner. it’s not like they’d really know who i am. i also have access to some nice tea and good company, so all is as well as could be. i made a friend in a little squirrel who likes to watch me meditate, but i think it’s because i gave it the rest of my apple (i do not eat the cores anymore, don’t worry, i learned my lesson there).
where are you going next, if you don’t mind me asking? i am sure you could find work anywhere, but for now, i shall send this letter to the return address and hope i don’t miss you.
— zilla
[attached is a drawing of a squirrel running off with half an apple in its mouth]
dear zilla,
i hope that you are not missing romulus too much, though i think that master ivan would let you keep him if you asked. then, romulus might be happiest with the rest of the flock. i was … glad that i was informed of raven tail’s disbandment — just imagine i had come back to an empty building. believe me, i would have been very cross.
they were—vague on how it could happen (perhaps because they do not quite know either), but they were frozen. i had never seen something like this, they reminded me of the ice statues that ice mage from lamia scale made that one year, and that was not how i expected my homecoming. it was very strange to say the least.
i do not expect myself to join another guild; i think that i will require more time to take care of—family matters in the near future as this incident has raised some important safety concerns, but i will keep in touch and let you know once i know where i am going to go next.
it will not be magnolia, as charming as you make it sound in your letter. as an apology to your squirrel friend, i am sending some walnuts—i trust you understand my reasoning without any bribery. currently, i consider to let myself be carried out of the country for a bit, but everything is rather vague as of now. i have few obligations at the moment, and i think i should let myself enjoy this for a while.
yours,
f.
[ attached is a little cloth bag filled with walnuts, an attempt at embroidery has been made as the decoration ]
dear zilla,
i hope this letter reaches you in a timely manner; with raven tail disbanded, i find myself at a bit of a loss when it comes to getting my correspondence out into the world in a timely manner as i am still somewhat off the grid and cannot rely on fiore’s postal service. i did not realise it at the time, but the spells and the network that used to be at our disposal were very convenient.
before you worry that something might be the matter that i write to you, fret not. there are no emergencies, i am not lighting the beacons so you may sweep in to rescue me. i just found myself having a bit of downtime now that things are settling down here ( my uncles had a bit of a—mishap, recently, and i have helped them with the aftermath ), and thought it proper to write you a letter to hear how you are doing now that … you know.
i would invite you to come here, but everyone is very wary of strangers and far more jumpy than they should be so the timing would not be ideal.
your friend,
f.
some more tags
🜂 : memories feel like weapons ╱ narration.
🜂 : neutral tired ╱ out of character.
🜂 : a living fire to lighten the darkness ╱ visage.
🜂 : out with lanterns‚ looking for myself ╱ canon divergence.
🜂 : the emotional support blogs ╱ promotion.
🜂 : the earth is still warm ╱ saved.
🜂 : a flower growing after a forest fire ╱ queue.
🜂 : playing with fire ╱ starter call.
🜂 : always commit to the bit ╱ self promotion.