#all my favs in one game

[tvmusiclife]

SOUTH CAROLINA v IOWA IN THE 2024 NCAA MARCH MADNESS FINAL

[majunju]

I just saw you played even if tempest and I just inhaled that and the fandisk. Have you ever drawn any art for it? I can't find content and the Tyril brain rot is strong in me

i've drawn like maybe two lucien pieces and here's a sketch of a scene from the connection route in the FD that i never posted here

[deathberi]

FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024) ↳ The Spice of Life ➤ Gongaga

[hyakunana]

Daily Hotel Krat: Lying in the cold hard ground

[clary-jace]

my top ten ships of all time:

8. katniss everdeen & peeta mellark (the hunger games) - “I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.”

[fizpup]

tfh stuff from like a year ago

[alch-emi]

Recently beat Tales of Symphonia so here’s a Colette :>

[maybesomemilo]

As if this series wasn’t already my everything.

[the-dangerous-mute-lunatic]

🔸Happy 12 Years of Portal 2🔹

(Close up of Chell under the cut)

[arctvros]

the one who left it all behind

[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.

[phoelipop]

Posting late but I haven't forgotten... Happy 7th Anniversary Pokemon Sun & Moon ☀️🌙

[booksandwillowtrees]

I don't see why people are upset at the IH/TBK for how the ratgrinders ended up. They TRIED to redeem and connect with the RG it never panned out. They are playing a game and telling a story. If a path doesn't pan out they have to move on.

If TBK try and fail to connect with the RG and then the world is going to end in 1 hour, they might kill them (not always permanent btw!) in pursuit of stopping the end of the world. And you know what. They might be assholes about it, because the RG are also assholes about it. Like IDK. I like the RG. But also like if you're upset when the performers are excited about having defeated their enemies in a battle-game-based show, like I feel like you're setting yourself up for disappointment.

[sourcabbages]

botw au (specifically lance as revali) thoughts!!!

lance becoming the best archer of his people because he worked SO SO hard at it. not because of his birth status or some divine power that some goddess blessed on him, but because of his own hard work. hell, he created this aerial combat move that no one else can do because he's just that good.

so princess allura goes to him specifically for his help defeating calamity ganon and he's so excited right? he's ecstatic. his hard work paid off. people acknowledge him for his skill. he knows he's made it.

and then it turns out he's not the big shot. no, he's actually just assisting this random dude named keith because some goddess decided THIS GUY should have the ability to wield a stupid little legendary sword. this guy's mom is a royal guard, he grew up with everything handed to him. it's not fair. why the hell should lance be the support to this guy? he didn't work as hard as lance. he's not special. why is he so special? why is lance second string to him when lance can do so much more?

and then all the champions are gathered and they begin training together. lance gets to pilot a divine beast named vah medoh. it's SO COOL, it flies and everything just like him. keith can't fly. keith just has to follow princess allura around like a bodyguard. also, why are keith and princess allura spending so much time together? not that lance is jealous or anything.

time passes, and princess allura still can't grasp the divine power that the goddess is supposed to have passed down to her. she's frustrated at not being able to harness it, and takes it out on keith. and so keith just takes it like the silent bodyguard he is. lance kinda feels bad for him. so he goes to talk to him, because though he doesn't like keith, they're still teammates, and lance isn't an asshole like he acts, sometimes. and then lance is not as hostile toward him after that talk. they even joke around sometimes.

but ganon attacks, and it still hurts when lance is referred to as support for keith's main show.

but there's no time for that, everyone needs to get to their divine beasts immediately. so lance looks at keith and the princess for the last time, and flies for vah medoh. it's time to take ganon down. they've practiced a thousand times. lance has this in the bag.

and then everything goes wrong.

vah medoh is corrupted, and ganon sends his spawn, windblight, specifically designed to take lance down, and lance sends his SOS signal too late. it's over. ganon wins. and so lance dies in the sky, far away from keith and the princess, who are nearing their own ends.

princess allura places keith into a healing chamber, and lance's spirit remains on vah medoh.

and then 100 years passes, and keith finally wakes up.

he doesn't remember anything, and collects sparse memories as he travels through the kingdom. he's told to free the divine beasts from this old lady living in the village he almost died in, and so he goes to each of the 4 regions in the kingdom to do it.

he gets to rito village, and for some reason, it hurts more than the others. he gets to know lance through tales passed down from the elders, and from his own measly memories. he remembers lance disliking him, he remembers lance extending an olive branch, he remembers working so well with him as a team, he remembers his last look at him before everything went wrong.

keith manages to go up to vah medoh in the sky, and with the voice of lance's trapped spirit, frees the divine beast and defeats windblight.

lance appears, blue spiritual fire surrounding his translucent form. he's grinning, and he's dead.

he thanks keith for avenging him, and keith cries. he doesn't know why.

then it doesn't matter anymore, because keith has to go to the castle and finish the job that he couldn't 100 years ago.

ganon is defeated, princess allura is freed, and lance is gone.

[olistar255]

this is a very indulgent gushing post but GOD i still get so giddy whenever i remember how the first 3 paper mario games had such a consistent evolution of art styles; PM64 had a lovely children book illustration aesthetic, especially the artworks being drawn with pastel pencils - TTYD had a really great comic aesthetic with hints of pop art - and SPM went SO HARD on the digital, computer aesthetics. SO hard. like the first two games had these overall art style themes but SPM cranked it to a hundred where almost everything is stylized with digital art in mind - and varied too!! every world tries to have its own take on computer-made art, and this theme even drips into the UI and any random effect the game throws at you, through a LOT of use graphic functions, symmetry, etc. it is legitimately SO inspiring

[vividbaddogs]

what if gakupo had rights