#Fountaine

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💧 Furina and baby otter 💙💕

[dood-itsradical]

Video not mine!

[vivarem]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀furina graphics

[wgm-beautiful-world]

La Cathédrale et la Fountaine Saint-Jean-Baptiste, Lyon, Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes, FRANCE

[hicchanpicchan]

So I've been playing Thelxie's Fantastic Adventures

[pizzapasta23045]

Remeber when this was a leak?

WE'RE SO FUCKING CLOSE TO NATLAN WHAT

[sludgewolf]

he was a punk and he did ballet

[drsycz]

You know what

The way how Neuvillette's hobby is water tasting literally screams autism to me.

It's so niche that it can count as special interest

Autistic people often can notice difference in how different brands of water taste way better than neurotypicals

Just the way how he describes taste... I can't exactly explain why, but it feels more like an autistic person describing their sensory stuff rather than a rich man describing some fancy high-quality drink.

[jjohhuii]

(aether voice) dawg look at my clients theyre going to jail 😂😂😂😂😂

[astolfofo]

(i wrote this back when the first trailer for the harbingers came out, but it’s never gonna be finished because I got lazy and no one wanted to read it)

so yeah anyways here’s this thing.

i got sorta impaitent and i didn’t want to write another 5 parts before this (i did and i had ideas but um they were scrapped)

read the prologue here and read the backstory here

summary: The basic idea because it’s not really communicated properly, is that you’re Fountaine’s artificial god, the chief of justice, and you met scaramouche one day. From thereonforth, the two of you were practically inseperable because the two of you are two sides of the same coin. You’re a succesful Gnosis holder, and essentially a creation made of pure hydro element, from the first hydro archon, while Scaramouche is a “failed creation” of the Raiden Shogun. You two are inseperable no matter how far you guys are apart.

TW: there’s implied disssction of the reader in here, to extract the gnosis of the reader, Also harsh interrogation, threats (if you squint but not really), also pantalone and dottotere being pantalone and dottotere. They’re just trigger warnings in themselves.

Dottotere and Pantalone towered over you. Even though you had long learned not to fear the Fatui Harbingers, their height still intimidated you. You often found yourself wanting to back up a few steps when tall people hovered over you like this. 

You cursed your creator for making you so short. It wouldn’t have killed her to make you a few inches taller. But then again, you were quite sure that she intended to make you look like a child.

Even so, that wouldn’t help you since you were tied to a chair. The sadistic look on Pantalone’s face didn’t help either. You were half-convinced that the man was going to murder you in cold blood. Meanwhile, Dottotere had plenty of different scapels, knives, and sisscors on a table nearby, which was unsettling, to say the least. You tried your best to ignore that all the objects were extremely sharp, or they were serrated and stained with blood. 

Dottotere lightly taps on his clipboard then, his pencil scratches the paper. He promtly nods at Pantalone. A message to go ahead with what he has planned. 

“Do you know why you’re here today?” 

Pantalone’s voice echoes through the dark labratory. His tone lost its usually pleasent and eloquent demeaner. Now, it was hallow and flat which unsettled you greatly. 

Deciding your best chance lies within answering his questions, you shake your head.

“I want a yes. Or a no. Answer my question.”

A small spark of annoyance bubbles up inside you. On occasions like these, it seemed if Pantalone was trying to enrage you... on purpose. Maybe it was to see if you were going to unleash your powers on them, so they can take it away later. You certainly wouldn’t know.

You take a deep breath in. “No.”

“I see. In that case, I shall offer you an explanation.” 

You embraced yourself for the explanation that Pantalone would provide. His explanations often did not clear anything out. 

“You see... me and my friend Dottotere here, are awfully found of those visions people like you get to bear. The commoners always say they are like, ‘A blessing from Celestia’. Or a gift from the gods, or something similar to that.”

“You, are one that clearly holds one of those so called, visions.” 

Pantalone hands slide down from your shoulders to your waist, where your vision lay. He holds it with his two fingers, as if observing a rare treasure.

“Clearly, you have been born more privilleged than the rest of us.”

Dottotere grunted, “Get to the point, Regragator.”

“Why are you in such a hurry, Doctor? I thought you said I could take my time. Are you THAT excited to dissect a human being?”

Dottotere glared at Pantalone. 

Fear, panic, and dread all spread throughout your brain. You couldn’t escape. They would find out... they would find out that you were the Hydro Archon’s backup prototype, and that you were Scaramouche’s parallel. Maybe after that... they would steal your gnosis... and you’d lose a large fraction of your power. No.... you’d die. The gnosis was the center of your body... your heart. The very purpose you were even needed. It would make the Tartasia’s mission practically complete.

You couldn’t let that happen. 

Pantalone seemed to see you tense up. “Don’t worry. You’ll be put under asphordiacs for the proceedure, although I’m not sure if you’ll die at the end.”

You took a deep breath trying to control your fear. There had to be a way out of this. There always did. 

All problems had a solution even if they were imginary. And if they were imginary, you would have to make them real. 

“As I was saying... it is clear you hold an immense power from your vision, that is untouchable by the rest of us. You did defeat Tartaglia in minutes, right? Even the so-called Traveller known across all lands did not do that.”

“Tell me, how do you become so powerful?”

“You get a vision from strong desire,” you mutter under your breath. “Or perhaps, you can reawaken one. However, if you can be as determined to dedicate your life for a single reason... you will be given a god’s blessing.”

You paused for a second. “A vision does not simply come from fighting to your death, nor does it come from half-assed will. It is clear that you do not have a strong purpose to fulfill in your life.” You paused again hoping to add as much venom to your words as possible, “You only posses greed, and the desire for validation from the divine.”

The room was slient enough you could hear a pin drop. 

“So go on. Cut me in half. Take out my heart if you want,” You looked at the Regretor, “You’ll never be able to fulfill your beloved Tartasia’s dream, and you will certainly never recieve a blessing from any god.”

“That’s enough.” Dottotere snapped. “Answer his questions, and shut your mouth. You are simply a lab rat that’s crucial for this experiment.”

“I will not shut my mouth,” you retorted. “You have no right to tell me what, and what not to do. Because unlike the Balladeer, I know what you people are.”

You could feel your hand forming a dagger out of hydro, much to your dismay. It seemed like you still struggled to control elemental powers under strong stress of emotion. However, this time you had to stay calm. You wince as the water almost instantly freezes in the Sheezenayan cold. If you pretended to pass out during their diessction proceedure, and manage to distract them (and launch a shock attack) by pretending to “wake up” confused, disoriented, and disturbed, you would be able to succesfully kill the most difficult Fatui Harbingers, and succesfully escape. 

Dottotere stared at you with great amusement, observing the knife that was intentionally forming from your hand. “As ever the interesting subject to study.” He smirked. “What makes you think you can defeat us, the Fatui Harbingers who have control over nations?”

“You’re just a simple engineer from Fountaine.”

The white rage rushed over your body again. You remebered why you hated the Fatui so much now. After Shezenaya, Fountaine was the second most technologically advanced nation. But merely the second. And Falcors, your creator, had always berated you over your inefficiency and inferiority towards the superior nation. Dottotere knew nothing. He had no fucking idea how hard you worked, how much work you did to compete against a nation more powerful than your own. A nation that stood up by violence and injustice. 

“And you, of all people should know, how pale an engineer is in comparision to a scientist.”

Dottotere walks towards you. You recoil back into what little space you had remaining on the chair. “So you should understand the difference between you and me.”

Pantalone scoffed. 

You felt backed into a corner.  

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💫✨ Angel Furina 🪽💧

[dood-itsradical]

Neuvifuri rant with me rn but modern au.

Obviously childhood friends. They have each other at all times. They're both crybabies what can I say. Furina being the most expressive and sociable one she gets out a lot and talk shit to Neuvillette about everything.

Imagine it's like mean girls thing. Her being Regina George and him Gretchen Wieners. He can keep his mouth shut except about how great she is.

It got toxic as they grew up. Furina wanting fame and all the attention and Neuvi is there to satisfy her needs. In the end he followed her like a dog and do whatever she asked.

He soon realise how poorly he'd been treated after getting conscious by Traveller let's say. He wanted to rebel but afraid to hurt Furina considering she's his only true friend since forever.

Let's say one day she snapped at him and he started with another consulting once again. Constant begging. She only got worse and that's when he finally told her off which shocked her because he never do that. She ofc is in denial at first and call him exaggerated and so on and tryna blame others that may have been his other friends that 'brainwashed' him. But he really had enough. He tells her everything from top to bottom. Her flaws, what she did to others and him and especially his true feelings that he's been keeping for being her lap dog.

Stunned by this, hurt even, she was left speechless. He sighed, half relief that he finally get it out of his chest but also regret washed over him after seeing her hurtful face. It sting but he gotta do it. Someone has to. Well not like nobody even does but he's the only one who can get through her thick head. Exhausted, he left, leaving her mind to ponder.

For the first time she felt true guilt and having nothing since he's the only one who been filling the hole in her heart. She tried to make up for it. Sent gift, cards with big ass "I'M SORRY" "PLEASE COME HOME". He ignored her. If anything she's been begging on his feet at this point. Begging to do anything to get him back in her life and admitted that without him she's nothing. Now could how he ignore that ugly ass sobbing brat?

With a sigh, he give in and accept her apologies. But with conditions of course which she didn't hesitate as long as they can go back on good terms. So she try to do better. Be less mean and more humble. Taking other activities as coping mechanism like she did in canon. Luckily he's satisfied with the result and so did she <3

[auro-cyanide]

The Traveller has lost about 50% of their fucks by arriving in Fountaine and I am here for it

[wgm-beautiful-world]

FOUNTAINE DES MERS PARIS

[german-moon]

My brain during the maths test (btw I didn't know that there was a maths test planned for today):

@abe-original

(I searched the dumbest video I could find cause my brain was literally diying, and this is particularly accurate for the second exercise (that I didn't know how to do)

I will probably delete this in a while, that could be half an hour

I don't know why I posted this

[pizzapasta23045]

so many hot people in fountaine and for what...