#hopefully someone will bite

[sweaterswear]

Hey I'm bored

Send me a fic and I'll read the whole thing and rate it

Doesn't matter if I'm in the fandom or not

[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.

[frikatilhi]

You asked for Bojere prompts and I apologize in advance, but I simply have to. Jere's leg fetish. Bojan. Stockings. And it's holiday themed.

I did. I did ask. No apologies necessary.

"Jere… you were supposed to buy Christmas stockings.”

“Yes! There are reindeers! And santa hats!”

“Yeah, but… Christmas stockings. See, like those hanging from the mantel? Big socks that you put little presents into?”

“Oh. So you not like?”

“Jere. What am I supposed to do with… red pantyhose… thingys?”

“Wear them?”

“Where??”

“Where? Your legs. Silly Bojan.”

[munchboxart]

NOT

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

Video by shesasolarbeing on Insta cause apparently unlike TikTok they don't like putting watermarks for their creators. Go check them out!

Friend sent me this and my first thought was @kianamaiart 's magical girl series. Or rather, AIKA REAL??!?1?!1

[eightyfours]

i'm kinda scared that nobody will post the deleted scenes/footage 💔 realistically speaking, somebody is bound to, but what if they don'ttt and we'll never get to see any of it unless we spend 30 bucks 😭‼️

hi anon <3

reading this ask i was like: i have no fear -> "nobody posts the scenes anywhere" -> I HAVE THE BIGGEST FEAR 😟

listen i have faith in whoever fandom comrade buys the dvd and has access to the footage that they'll def post it here, like i know i can trust the fandom!!!!!!!!! and someone, some official page/account/whatever related to the franchise will sure? maybe? MAY PLEASE? post a snippet or whatever, a promo, something, even if it's a few seconds even. (let me put my clown shoes on.....hold on) i don't think this release will go unnoticed or unmentioned from the ck writers or actors even, you know what i mean? maybe it'll take longer for someone to upload them on youtube, let's say, or google drive or whatever platform, but i'm pretty sure AND HOPEFUL they'll be posted. maybe not straight away, might take a while if it's a copyright issue but i'm sure we'll get to watch them. (🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞) see the other deleted scenes, they're there on youtube free for us to watch whenever we like. soooooo no bad thoughts COME ONNNNNNNN

[clever-and-unique-name]

Please give me my normal work days back, having a Person with me for 10 hours is giving me indigestion

[dazais-crab-addiction]

Help!??! It's not letting me snooze tumblr live anymore???? The option is still there but whether its switched on or off the stupid live button is not going away.

[nachosncheezies]

there is an EXTREMELY small mosquito that apparently has eyes like a housefly. Sees my hand coming every time. HOW

[i-bite-vocaloids-official]

i am. kind of really scared of you actually /hj

Don't worry, I'm actually much scarier than I seem :)

[inga-don-studio]

UGHH remembering I have to go from working nights to a single day shift on Monday for some bs mandated all-staff meeting & team-building exercise. Gonna have to do my best to get to bed earlier for a few nights so I don’t bite someone at 8:30 fucking AM Monday, so I’ll be a little scarce at my usual nocturnal activity hours.

[periphrasis]

Big things happening in Isaac land rn

[zukkaoru]

good morning everyone i am pretty sure i just heard a dog either attack or get attacked by a wild animal OR attack a person behind my apartment 👍🏻

[cohendyke]

psa: if you’ve gone mia and have stopped talking to friends whether they’re long distance or not and you suddenly reach back out/text back out of the blue people aren’t going to be mad at you or bite your head off. they’re going to be so happy that you’re alive and that you’re ready to talk again and mend together. <3

[killerchickadee]

The perils of being a smoker in the city and being very very nice, today I've had FOUR cigarettes bummed off me. And I don't smoke cheap shit.

But A. my neighborhood has a lot of homeless people and addicts, and they're usually the ones asking. Ngl if I was homeless (again) I'd be chain smoking. And anyway they deserve kindness they're not going to get from a lot of people. I can afford cigaretted and if they can't, well. Here you go. And 2. it might sound weird (if you've never smoked, because smokers all know it's a very social activity) but it's how I engage with people in the neighborhood? Like this is my community and I'm actually pretty shy and don't have friends here (I have 1 (one) friend here), but that little moment of human connection. The first guy today started chatting with me about my red hair. The second guy gave me a little flower and told me to make a wish. I'm a loner by nature but that also means sometimes I'm just lonely, and just a two second interaction with someone is like. Cool. Humanity is great.

[rosysins]

OOC. i was in the middle of trying to gather info on blade so i could build a muse page but literally theres next to nothing??? like the lore for him hasn't dropped yet so im just sitting here wondering,,, what to do 😭😭