#but sometimes i slip up so

[mgu-h]

i'm will :) this is my f1 sideblog! my main is @intermundia i have an rpf ao3 where i post fic

lando norris is my favorite person on the grid!! i adore watching his old content and making gifs of him, so there's a lot of that on here. also max verstappen's story got me into the sport and i still love him very much, so i'll talk about him some too.

i'm a lando multishipper as i think he has homoerotic tension with many different friends and coworkers lmao but nortrell, carlando, and norstappen are by far my favorites. lando with oscar does nothing special for me, like i don't hate him, as i don't hate any driver, but he's not my preference for lando :)

i support mclaren, and i will continue to, no matter how much they're imperfect, just as long as lando considers the team home!! i tend to listen to what he says and take him at his word haha i don't know his situation better than he does. all rpf talk is not reality.

lando nostalgia (2013-2020), lando review (2021-2024), and landoLOG (2018-2024), and retromax are some gif series i've been making. if there is a video you want gif'd, my askbox is open <3

[owl-bones]

if i had more time/energy/motivation i would write a fic that's UT Sans/Reader and seemingly very normal and slice of life

but you notice tiny little quirks and oddities around Sans and it's slowly revealed that it's actually Dust and he's taken this Sans' place to get close to you

[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.

[barblaz-arts]

Remember the Chaggie fic I talked about? I finally posted it.

[notbecauseofvictories]

I won't make any grand, sweeping statements about it, but I do think taking public transit has and continues to make me a better person than I would be otherwise.

[lifemod17]

Mouse getting caught with his hands on the cheese board looking ass 😭

🎥: momsloveharry | tiktok

Forest Hills, night 4 || 06/08/2024

[skunkes]

talon hates pet names but he does secretly want one, honestly, to feel more like a part of the group. (i wanted to make a comic about this but it just read like more of the overdone writing i dislike). The issue is. Well he doesnt take well to compliments or praise in general, due to past negative experiences. Likes being called handsome in any context so it has to be used sparingly because it makes him puff up so cutely.

All of al's usual go to's are too cutesy for him which also bothers Talon greatly, so we have to think outside the box. Honestly being called a little tick would be the best one, fun and fitting but he actually also has negative experiences with that one specifically. Then it just gets into throwing anything out there territory, which is entertaining in itself. My little leech, viper, pesky little louse, mosquito, kissing bug (<- a good contender actually.) Bat is too obvious but maybe al would use it as a placeholder... It's best when they come up organically, but al's been feeling the pressure to cement a good one.

[fisheito]

They turned my boy into Gary...

tbh it was kind of liberating because if the devs themselves can fall to the ol' gary keytrap, then i, too, can sometimes let my mortal follicles flow downward, and allow myself to lettersmash about gary and/or kary in my accidental overenthusiasm

[wanderthroughtheruins]

obsessed with lou insisting on referring to gertie with they/them pronouns, thank u for transing her gender, king 🫡

[xxplastic-cubexx]

the way you draw mcavoy charles actually drives me insane he looksbSO CUTE. SO INCREDIBLY CUTE. you capture his cuteness so well that’s literally charles xavier

I thank you my friend im very much a fan of drawing professional disney prince charles xavier from time to time ….

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[narugen]

au where mina is a fucking baddie and hoshina is the nerd librarian who falls in love with the girl who’s way out of his league constantly visiting his library asking for book recommendations and

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

girls pray for me please

[bacchuschucklefuck]

I think every jace the bad kids killed should count individually on their faculty fatality counter. btw

[kebriones]

Oh these huge iron chains? I need them to hold me back from correcting random people on the internet on subjects I have studied extensively and care a lot about because i don't want to annoy anyone.

[itsmistyeyedbi]

Currently playing the lt route (book 2) with Zuri, and she's trying so hard to be logical and practical when having to choose between Adam and Nate because doing it any other way makes her feel extremely guilty.

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She goes to see the fortune teller with Adam, but he seems really off after being in there so she goes to the house of mirrors with Nate. But then that goes south quickly and he's gotta be out of it after having his past play out in front of him, so when the maalused break into her apartment she calls Adam.

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But considering who these two are, Adam's reasons for being around her are going to sound more pratical than Nate's. So even though that's safer and the option she's more likely to go with (in these circumstances), she really wants people to want to be around her because they enjoy it, and Nate makes it obvious that that's the case for him.

Long story short, she's not having a good time lol. For a good while, the scale is not gonna be balanced. She'll spend more time with one than the other, then run to the other if she gets any sign that there's deeper feelings there. Until Farah makes it obvious that she knows what's up - then Zuri will balance out that scale in hopes of making it less obvious💀