#their existence is doomed from the start

[eaissilyy]

Family canvas

[fandomfloozy]

kind of falling apart at the idea of sylus falling for a non-mc

cuz it truly means dooming himself to oblivion. half of his soul is someone else's and he's literally doomed to die by their hand and their hand only; and yet despite it all, he chooses you

he's decided you're worth it, immortality be damned. even if you're just a blip in his existence. to hell with fate. to hell with prophecy. to hell with his curse

he loves you

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god it makes me emo

[leblogreblog]

ok, but imagine a post/mid-credits scene:

We see a dark door to Bucky's apartment from the inside, then hear rattling. Bucky opens the door while on the phone with Sam, ranting about what happened during the movie.

Then, he notices that there's faint light in one of his rooms, abruptly stopping the conversation and saying he'll call back. He cauciously walks up to the room as silently as he can, pulling out some kind of weapon in the meantime. He takes a steading breath and walks in.

Near a lightstand sits a man, one Bucky knows all too well, reading one of his books, his coat folded nearby. He doesn't look at Bucky but acknowledges him, greeting him.

Then he starts to talk.

He talks about power, how it corrupts absolutely. He talks about irony, how somones impulsive want can become their only purpose, the thing that was supposed to kill them the only value keeping them alive. He talks about a mission he was sent for, how it obviously is something he wasn't supposed to return from alive. He says that they can call it paying back for his help from last time, to make them even.

Bucky only raises his eyebrow, visibly unimpressed that so little info was supposed to convince him to do anything, especially for him. He asks for more details.

The man looks at him for a moment in silence, then closes the book he was reading.

"Say James," says Zemo, tilting his head, "What do you know about Latveria?"

[bleaksqueak]

It is so unbelievably frustrating how the algorithm timeline keeps defaulting in a place that has been free of algo bullshit for so long. I cannot tell if it’s a glitch or if they’re just pushing it intentionally. It’s at least easy to go back to the following feed, but with bluesky users more and more depending on the discover feed and tumblr defaulting to the algorithm timeline it just feels like ‘be twitter’ is the shitty destiny being pushed everywhere.

Important video anyone should give a watch:

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[c1trvswurld]

Im kinda so very much out of the vivziepop helluva boss loop since its been a while since I watched anything of hers (And because spme of the writing and some of her...choices character design wise turned me off from interacting further) but one thing I will never not have in the back of my mind is how they portrayed striker* as being unreasonably petty and angry at the mistreatment of imps and that his agenda was misguided hatred.

When from what I get in lore from what I remeber that imps systematically are treated like shit and so infantilized by higher-ups that they are treated as pets so I honestly I dont blame him for being a hater as well as not understanding why anyone would--esp an imp would wanna be in cahoots with these infamously elitist classist set of assholes.

[forestlovesyou]

I got hit by a huge wave of nostalgia and fell back into the Undertale rabbithole and I just couldn't resist the urge to make a Handplates skeleton lore accurate oc who I am pretty proud of ngl :] adawd

[hawnks]

Resisting the urge to make another mismatched soulmark fic >_<

[neo-zone]

As much as I'm being disgusted by what happened (and even more infuriated and hateful on that fucking piece of shit Lucius) in chapter 380, I'm kinda glad the author showed the true color of Lucius' so-called salvation plan instead of staying on the aesthetic angelic makeover + cult brainwashing like what we assumed the paladin conversion is from the start (well because braindead people would look at that and say "you know what, I don't mind if he turned me, doesn't sound so bad")

Those revived paladins are what he gonna do for the rest of humans around the world. Mutating them into horrific abomination and mentally degraded them to the point there's no longer their own self and personality left except the will of Lucius only to make the new perfect equal undying human race

That is his plan all along

[togamicchi]

Im kind of intimidated but also thank you long term togami fans for being around... like Wow.. i admire you and think you are pretty cool. 7 years going strong with this guy and theres people whove been with it for 10+!!!!!! insane ... I must get to your level... Soon..

[grotessquerie]

i would kill myself just to give myself a chance at being reborn into another universe so i could have another chance with my ex, and id be willing to keep the cycle going until we finally worked out

[iron-sides]

idle thought: is the entire plan with the bedrock prison just. too noble to ever work on ls. like, even in a perfect world where zam was into it or not on the team at all and they went through with it-- and even if they found a way to make it not like. forever solitary confinement (or like even if its not solitary i mean like-- a box with nothing in it that MAYBE periodically feeds you even if other ppl were there youd all start loosing it sooner or later i feel like). like even if the prison was ethical and noble and just and the plan worked perfectly: would that even be lifesteal.

like idk i just got here yk like i feel like i dont know enough to be making broad sweeping statements about what lifesteals Like but also like. its all about Trying. its all about Caring and Trying and Trying Shit Out and Doing Shit and for anything to matter at all you NEED a villain or theres nothing to push against.

like, in grendel by john gardener the dragon tells grendel that he Exists to torment herot, that he was born to be that which the men push against. it's a core theme of the book: grendel is predestined for hell. even if he wanted to be friends with hrothgars ppl he COULDNT be, he is very literally and TEXTUALLY trapped by the narrative.

if grendel disappears, or goes away or gives up his war before beowulf kills him, thats it. theres no grendel. theres no BEOWULF. there are, essentially, three core parts of beowulf the epic poem: the fight against grendel, the fight against grendel's mother, and the fight against the dragon. without the first the second and third cant happen. without grendel to push against, the danes are nothing.

if vitalasy's prison worked, and no one ever did anything evil or tyrannical ever again and no one thought he was evil because they all read his intentions perfectly and Got It. what would happen on lifesteal with no one to push against.

a few months ago, before he lost the mace, before subz dropped his wardens, in like late february-early march, there was a mapicc clip i saw where he said something along the lines of, at least if zam were on the server he'd give me an opp. server activity was low, everyone was doomposting about the season needing to end, and mapicc needed someone to push against.

i think even if vitalasys prison worked, it goal would not have been achieved. server activity would not be up. conflict ending means no more reason to play on the server-- mcrp NEEDS player-vs-player conflict to function or it stops being lore and becomes a mod video. i dont know what phases 3-5 were, i'm not there yet, but i'm really really interested-- i think vitalasy has a video on it and ill have to check that out probably today. idk. its just interesting to think about esp since im trying to figure out howd id fix this if i were to hypothetically write a fix-it au. i think the prison would fail.

[melien]

Been a bit quiet (aside from story posts that I occasionally draft) but I've been archiving a lot of old stuff including my OG Fletcher legacy to have easy access to it in the docs (and maybe get some inspiration/thoughts for the characters who are still relevant in my verse by seeing how their original development went) and damn one of my main takeaways was that I absolutely slept on Kyle and Lyra as a couple. Now that I have a special soft spot for couples that are best friends first I see their beauty and I love them both separately and together😭

[licorishh]

*FONTAINE SPOILERS*

Y'all laugh at the fact that Tartaglia randomly falling into the Abyss one day as a kid ended up being the catalyst for Fontaine's eventual predicted destruction but all this means is that from the start Tartaglia was intended to fall into the Abyss and become a Harbinger and thus has always been doomed by the narrative

[fiendishartist2]

me when queer love prevails even in a tragedy

[showakyonen]

IN THE CURRENT SEA OF DIGITAL CIRCUS CONTENT… HI. LISTEN TO BURN PYGMALION AND ALSO WATCH PINK CITY IF YOU’RE IN HERE BECAUSE OF TADC