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[zettaiunmeis]

nothing pisses me off more than this fandom’s need to ignore every characters meaningful relationships to dickride for angsty paleskin men yes this is specifically about diluc and the excessive amount of uwu diluc and the mond kids content ive seen w the new mond event im about to start finding people, sneaking into their homes in the middle of the night and filling their ear canals with ketchup and ranch.

[emberglowfox]

birds of a feather

[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.

[micahdotgov]

my favourite part about this scene is that there is absolutely no need for arthur to connect eames to the pasiv for him, eames has presumably worked in dream share for years and could probably do it with his eyes closed, meanwhile arthur has let ariadne who has zero experience do it herself so he can kneel over and flirt with his rival/friend/husband/ex

[makunezu]

wake up ragbros nation

sobbing i miss them so much

[birdricks]

i love you (but i never had a choice)

[daily-grian]

He is the size of one microbe. To me

[rayhantochtli]

Various hermit (and friends) doodles

[biblically-accurate-dca]

these are all kind of Bad but this was the best of the bunch so i am posting it :p

i've been trying to draw vanessa more... she is so important to me... sun is here too i guess

[nyxthedragon225]

see you later, navigator

[boyswillbedogz]

don't come at me; im the main character so you have to like me! // the main character - will wood

[mikyiko]

Drew my new fav…. Baby girl I love Illari smmm

[tibli]

say what you want, but the single most fatefully-intertwined characters in homestuck are dirk and caliborn

[prettyboybun]

Long story short, I don't have any clean underwear today, except... a cute little black pair of panties.

I got them specifically for kink play in the bedroom, but push comes to shove, I gotta wear them today. Underneath my rough punk get up, I've got this little secret.

Naturally, I can't help but thinking about someone finding out I've got them on. Hopefully, another punk who's much stronger than me. He catches a glimpse when I reach down to pick something up, my shirt riding up my back just enough for him to see the lace.

He catches me alone and pins me against a wall, somewhere secluded. He starts mocking me, unzipping my fly and palming at my tdick beneath the flimsy fabric. His hands are rough, calloused and firm, and he's telling me what a delicate little kitty boy I am, beneath all that leather I dress in.

He crashes his lips into mine, and I kiss back just as firmly, biting at his lips and growling. Eventually he takes me off the wall and pins me with his full weight beneath him on the ground. He shoves his hand in my underwear and shoves his fingers inside me, given that I'm plenty wet for him already. He curls and uncurls them inside me quickly and bites at my neck til I cum, grabbing onto his thick leather jacket.

He kisses me again, and asks if he can put his number in my phone. I nod breathlessly, we exchange info. He stands up, pats my head, and bids me farewell, leaving me leaking inside my pretty lil panties

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[spearxwind]

going into the south p/rk tag on this website is a trip and a half

[sonelise]

It still baffles me how sonelise is considered a rarepair when sonelise is pretty much a canon ship, sonic and elise having mutual feelings was implied in the game

OMG YEAH! I was thinking the exact same thing!!! I find it so unfair, how are they a rarepair they are literally canon and one of the few canon ships too!! I don't really mind about canon-status as far as ships I go, I mostly enjoy them in fandom spaces, I don't see the big deal about ships being or not canon, but it's still somewhat surprising to me how little stuff there is for Sonic and Elise :( they're one of the few romances in any sonic games, one of the main relationships in one of the mainline games and like, the only one that has a story that has any kind of focus on romance.

I completely understand the artstyle is a big no no for many, since it looks very weird, especially at first but I'm still surprised how few people saw the potential beyond the hyperphotorealistic clashing with Sonic's style aksjdkfjdj

I see a lot of people (mostly on tiktok) get so excited over s0namy being canon, but I see absolutely nothing for sonelise even though they are canon in the exact same way? "they have feelings for each other" is a pretty loose way to confirm any ship is canon, in my opinion, and Elise and Sonic even have more "canon" than s0namy, since their relationship was intended to be romantic from the start and they have moments dedicated to the two of them with romance in mind, and them having romantic feelings for each other is never a joke, either! they even have an actual love song!! choosen with the intention of representing their relationship!!! like officially!! in the game!!! I just don't understand akshdjd