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[fishybehavior]

Need to write or draw evil jay idea rn

[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.

[starrysharks]

chapter 1 of reassassination's nearly done script-wise! hopefully the next chapters won't take like 6 months of on-and-off work to complete lol

[st4rstudent]

I've had this idea for a while but everytime I actually gave it thought, I'd get frightened last minute. But anyways, with summer coming up (and more free time), I've been considering making an ask blog of sorts just for fun. Does that seem like anything anyone would be interested in

naturally itd be more hc based because well. heh. looks around. gets scared

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Sif Odile duo looping au again and I wanna be able to plot everything out more coherently but act 5 eternally looms overhead and boy I do not wanna look up

[vaugarde]

im starting to crawl to poketubers again and im watching lumiose trainer zac’s ranking vid on the gym battles and im realizing once again that i have a veryyyy different definition of what makes a good battle vs other people’s definitions

[mekatrio]

bridge to turnabout's fanservice was so good it fooled everyone into thinking it was a well-written murder case when it really truly was Not

[mourningmaybells]

not me breathing a sigh of relief when i found out molly and john knew each other from before he became a priest

[saturnsuv]

update <3

[4giorno]

.......>:(

[sereniv]

Practice being uncomfortable and learn to live with that

[sanguinaryrot]

not sure how dnd lore works but i want to know your take on a scholar orc

So i had an immediate reaction to this. Scholars are called Sages in the DND handbook and it is a background which leaves the class open to me. Sages are usually associated with Wizards but i think i am going to. Shake It Up a little. just a little!!

When you're fed supposed truths about yourself for long enough, you eventually begin to believe them. Urul knows he is dumb because people tell him he is. Even people he's never met. "You're just a big dumb orc, what could you possibly know about magic?" But Urul wants to know. He's been searching for truths about the universe for years now, reading what tombs he can get his hands on from the outskirts of towns and big cities and consistently praying to Aureon to grant him wisdom and intellect. He knows devotees of Aureon are usually wizards, and in most case also bureaucrats, but this doesn't stop him. But no matter how much he learns, people still call him dumb. And after he is assaulted by a group of adventurers when Urul attempts to enter the library in town for the first tome, he tearfully visits his alter, and he wishes that he would have been born human so that he wouldn't have been made so dumb. But in a vision, he is visited by Aureon. His undying dedication not only to him but the pursuit of knowledge even in the face of constant adversity over the years has impressed him, and he urges Urul to take up his mantle, to spread his divine word. To show the world an orc is just as capable as a gnome. Urul is still discriminated against, but he is strengthened by what his god told him the first time he spoke to him. "You aren't dumb. You never have been."

Send me a class and a background and i'll write a brief description of a character fitting that description :0 !!

[fox-on-the-moon]

funny how one scene popping into your head can just change the entire plot like it’s just one little thing that gets you SO excited that it just Has To be in the story. so you gotta switch everything around bc no way you’ll write this story without that scene

[orcelito]

Probably gonna end up rereading ITNL b4 I finish chapter 8 bc hfkshfjd I've been reading other vashwood fic again,,,, whoops

[rcseadorned]

is sofi blind? yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes. is she blind in every verse? nnnnnnnnnnno. is she consistently blind in the verses where she is? ........ also no.

[sjkezz]

hyung line when you come home late

pairing: hyung line x reader | genre: fluff

[notes] hi everyone! i dont know why but most of you really like whenever i do this instead of my other stories which is sad but itsok. i hope you enjoy this. thankyou!

divider by @dollywons

[heeseung] he would be furious when you dont pick up his calls or replying him back to his texts messages, asking you where you are. he would go home and try to think positive so that he doesnt worry himself more. he would ask you a million questions when you had just entered the house and you just told him that your phone died and you forgot to ask your friend to borrow their phone because you thought that heeseung wont be that worried but after seeing his face, you knew that you messed up so you apologised and apologised to him, hoping that he would forgive you. you would cheer him up by telling him jokes and finally he laughed. he is so relieved to have you home.

[jay] he would be worried sick since you're the love of his life. he would think positively but his positive thoughts would be clouded with negative thoughts and finally when he heard the door shut, he sees you soaking wet due to the heavy rain and you not having an umbrella. he would ask you why you took so long to come home and how worried he was because he thought that something bad had happened to you. he really didnt want to lose you. you reasurred him that you're fine and you're sorry for not calling or texting him that you'd be home late. he would accept your apology and tell you not to do it again. he wouldnt know what to do without you honestly. jay is so whipped for you. that is true love right there.

[jake] he would be thinking of the negative thoughts of you instead of the positive ones and he would try to find you but when he couldnt, he would give up and just pray to god, hoping that nothing bad happened to you. when you came home, he would engulf you with the tightest hug and whisper to himself, "you're okay, you're okay" and kiss your forehead. then, he would ramble to you and be dramatic and said that he almost had gotten a heart attack finding you. you apologised and he gladly accepted but he made you a pinky promise to update him next time if you were coming home late.

[sunghoon] he would be so frustrated at you and ignore you because he doesnt want to raise his voice at you, knowing how sensitive you are. you knew that he was furious since he only ignores you when hes mad. you try and try to make it up to him like making pancakes, buying gifts for him, peppering kisses all over his face and when he finally cracked a smile, you hugged him real tight and said a small "sorry". you would start crying because you felt guilty and it was your fault for coming home late. sunghoon would reassure you that he forgives you and he was just worried about you. he didnt want his love of his life to be in a bad situation or in the worst case scenario so he got frustrated when you went home late. his thoughts were messing with him, thinking that you slept with another guy just because you were bored or you didnt love him anymore. he really loves and treasures you, dont ever lose him.

[sunoo] he would sulk when you came home late. he'll overthink because he doesnt like whenever you dont update him. he would tell you to earn back his trust and you would always succeed but this time, he would make you learn your lesson by ignoring you. he just wants you to not make him worried next time. you would give him mint chocolate and plushies and he would give up and kiss you all over the face but he'll still put you in your place and tell you how much he worries about you. this is how much he loves you.

[jungwon] he would spam call you and leave you voicemails, asking you when you'd come home. when he doesnt see you being online, his heart would beat rapidly but he knows that you can take care of yourself well so when he saw you coming in the house, drunk, he straight away carried you in bridal style and bring you to bed. he wouldnt be mad at you for being late because he knows that you just wanna enjoy yourself. he would stay right by your side and sleep with you. when you start to apologise, he would understand what youre felling because if he was in your shoes, he wouldve done the same thing. he really cares about you and want you to have fun so he would tell you to forget about it. hes just happy that you came back home safely, despite being drunk.

[ni-ki] he would be spam calling you and if you didnt pick up, he would be a giant crybaby. he doesnt want to lose you. so when you entered into the house and see him crying, you would ask him what happened and he would be mad at you and walk away, sniffling in his room. he would sulk at you. you would try to cheer him up and apologise for being late but he wouldnt accept it. he didnt want anything to happen to you. you would have to wait for him to accept your apology for atleast 3-5 days. you felt bad. finally when he accepted your apology, you would jump onto him and hug him so tight. you didnt want to be apart from him. you wouldnt know what you would to without him.

hi guys! if you didnt like this im sorry. i havent been active due to personal reasons and i kinda have lost motivation to write. i dont think some of these make sense but i hope they do. i'll try and write again and not keep you guys bored. thankyou.