#starting with the letter G

[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.

[cyber-himbo]

we aren't given names for two of scout's kids but since we know this is Tanya and this is probably Tommy (he has curly brown hair like Tom Jones!)

i've decided to call his other two kids Teddy and Tallulah. thank you for your time

[gio-cosmo]

Silliest guy everrrr

[ureithral]

Raw sex daily but too shy to hold hands

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Little celebratory thing: it feels like I'm getting a bit better at alef bet! Even though the vowel markings can feel redundant, they're still something I've been able to remember and recognize individually!

[evilfranzkafka]

Another pic from my booklet...... erm ok girl..

[gigamuffin]

Kaptein Sabeltann villains are as iconic and sometimes MORE iconic than some of the main crew. Below I’ll tell you about them, link to their songs and tell you about their dastardly plans.

[The Main crew] [Landlubbers] [Media links]

I have to start with some forewords, I am vague here about plot stuff as I want to save that primarily for the post about the plots. So you’ll have to forgive me if some of these are a bit vague, you’ll just have to wait and read more about that when the plot post comes out. However, there may still be light spoilers? I have to warn you even though I don’t think the majority of you care about that.

We start with the most infamous Sabeltann villain first. He terrified children, is the only thing our one and only Kaptein Sabeltann is truly afraid of, the one, the only

Grusomme Gabriel (Gory Gabriel) aka Havets Hevner (the sea’s revenge, if translated), is a vengeful spirit who is said to haunt anyone who dares seek his treasure. Grusomme Gabriel is- or WAS the most feared pirate before Kaptein Sabeltann, so much so he is Kaptein Sabeltann’s only fear. Grusomme Gabriel had an amazing treasure that he died protecting, and of course, Kaptein Sabeltann wants it. Long ago his ship sank with the treasure, not far away from the small village Kjuttaviga (Luna Bay), the only thing leading to his treasure is a torn-apart map with a riddle. The riddle hinges on the final line “To find the gold it will be tough, for no man can dig deep enough”. Grusomme Gabriel is most famous for his iconic entrance scene, where the ghost of Grusomme Gabriel rises from the sea and haunts Kaptein Sabeltann away from his treasure. However, of course, ghosts aren’t real in this universe silly! This is just Pinky in disguise. (more on that in ‘the plots’)

Ghosts may not be real in this universe but you know what is real? Magic.

Greven av Gral (He doesn’t have an official english name yet, it literally translates to the count of grail), he is the count of the island Gral, ruling over everyone and everything on the island, turning it dark, cold and desolate. Greven av Gral is a wizard but is not that powerful in magic spells, instead his power comes mainly from his magical potion, which he keeps in his grail, which brainwashes anyone who drinks from it. He plans to make everyone in the world his unwilling subjects/slaves with this potion, and he is a very powerful adversary because of that. Greven av Gral also has a ship of his own “Grevinnen” and is currently in possession of a treasure that Kaptein Sabeltann once lost in an old shipwreck, “den gylne tiger” (the golden tiger).

And of course, Greven av Gral has his hench people:

Grevens Gribber (still no english names, literally Count’s Vultures) from left to right: Slu, Grisk and Grufull (Sly, Stingy, and Horrifying, if literally translated). They are as far as I can tell, not under the effect of the potion, they are just like that. They follow Greven av Gral’s every command and want a higher position in Greven’s hierarchy which they are willing to cheat their way up to. Slu (left) and Grufull (right) are very similar in character and are both routinely belittling towards Grisk (middle). 

Grevens Gribber didn’t always use to be Slu, Grisk and Grufull, in the original show they had completely different appearances and used to be named Lola, Lucifer and Piodor.

And did you know Greven av Gral also has a partner in crime?

Sibylla aka Grevinnen av Gral, an angry, rough woman. If Greven av Gral is a sneaky, manipulative villain she is the opposite. Sibylla will burn, yell, and hunt to get her way without hesitation. Sibylla is often away plundering the seven seas for treasures to bring back to Greven av Gral. Greven keeps her in check or she would be on a constant hunting spree. After Greven av Gral is defeated and Kaptein Sabeltann sails away with their treasure she is hellbent on revenge against him. We currently don't know what her and Greven av Gral's relationship is.

So ghosts aren’t real, but magic is. You know what else is real? Vampires.

Maga Kahn and Sirikit. Maga Kahn is ruler in the jungle and swamps of Shangri La (in the movie this is changed to his own island in the Marmalades named Maga Kahn’s island) and he’s a vampire. Sirikit is his queen (not a vampire). They are currently in possession of “Den magiske diamant” (The magic diamond), which can grant anyone one wish. Since Maga Kahn is a vampire, he is unable to exist in the sun, so his wish is to tolerate the sun and take over the world unhindered (at least in the movie).

Their appearances have changed a lot over the years, never being the same twice. Maga Kahn went from being a Ghengis Khan type but in recent years has turned into more of a punk. (and a buff influencer in the movie.)

Now we move on to last villains in this post,

Glade Gorm aka Flammenes Herre (Happy Jack). He is basically a watered-down Long John Silver. He gets a job onboard Den sorte dame pretending to be a gourmet chef, and Kaptein Sabeltann, absolutely disgusted by their current cook, Skalken's cooking, replaces him with Glade Gorm immediately. Glade Gorm is after Grusomme Gabriel’s treasure just like Kaptein Sabeltann, except unlike Kaptein Sabeltann he is not afraid to burn and pillage to find the treasure. He has henchmen of his own Tøge and Birk but they aren't that important to the story.

These are all the villains worth mentioning, but there’s also Bjørn Barsk (Bjørn the Brave) from “Skatten i Lama Rama” which also includes Prince Badal. And then there Jon Benløs, your typical bully kid from the TV show.

[roseworth]

my toxic trait is that there is nothing funnier to me than children swearing

[nebulaedaniel]

only 4 days until i meet dnp ahahahaha im not scared youre scared

[namor-shuri]

Did you see that recent post about your page? Antis are so funny 😭

I’m crying because after I posted that meme post yesterday, I was scrolling through the Nashuri tag and then saw it 🥴 I literally made a dumb meme joking about Antis saying we need to be locked up, and didn’t realize someone literally said that hours prior. It doesn’t get better than that rofl. What’s sending me was their initial outrage of Nashuri [which babe, have you been living under a rock?], then the assumption that I romantically ship Tenoch & Tish from a quick bio glance, THEN after all of the “horror” and “shock”, they proceed to not block me. You’re telling me you posted screenshots of you blocking my page to ultimately not…..block……me? Righhhhhhhttttttt *rubs temples*

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I literally don’t owe anyone this BUT this is for the folks that are new to my blog/Nashuri fandom/etc:

#1. Hey 💜 This is BOTH a Nashuri [Namor x Shuri] blog AND Tenoch Huerta + Letitia Wright appreciation blog. What does that mean? It means my blog is about anything related to A. Tenoch Huerta + his life/roles etc B. Letitia Wright + her life/roles etc and C. Their adorable dynamic together. It’s a hodgepodge of random stuff. One big ice cream shop where you can pick your flavor of choice. So Nashuri shippers interact with me, Namor fans, Shuri fans , Letitia, Tenoch and so on. You get the idea. I love how open-ended my page is and that’s why I made it that way in the first place. Everyone is welcome here and can walk away with a little bit of something. For being such a miscellaneous page, I would say the only “agenda” I push is Nashuri [it’s in my name]. The rest of my content is up to your own personal interpretation/assumptions. What you think I’m pushing or trying to say is all your take and your take alone, beloved. It has nothing to do with me.

#2. I admit that my mouth has gotten me in a little bit of trouble over the years lol. I was literally that little kid that came back with a report card with straight A’s that had a teacher’s note on the side saying “Talks too much in class”. I think and say shit ALL. THE. TIME rofl Yes, I sprinkle in deep rants and knowledgeable takes on my blog but I made this page to be a menace. I’m only here to be entertained. A majority of my page are jokes and tomfoolery. The complete opposite of “be for real”. How can I be when I’m literally shipping a fictional fish stick and a fictional woman in a cat suit?? 🤣 I’ve spoken about it before but I’m also an artist [my professional work is 1000% unrelated to this page/content lol] so alot of my page is also random graphics and stuff like that too. I love making y’all and myself laugh and it’s been enjoyable af interacting with you, especially the Nashuri fandom. Y’all are straight up comedians and say the funniest shit, which then makes me want to say even more wild shit and then it becomes a snowball effect lol. Thankfully I can tell a majority of you who do follow/interact with me are grown so you’ve picked up by now that most of my blog is A BIT. But unfortunately there’s always going to be a sprinkle of people who are clearly young, new here or just folks that don’t get my sense of humor whatsoever. And whichever category you fall under it’s okay, but babes there are a lot of 18+ jokes/comments on my page so if you are someone that is underage and or gets easily offended, please do yourself a favor and stay clear. I mean that in the nicest way possible.

#3. I wrote this on a reblog to someone’s post recently but I have a large portion of blogs blocked on the tags that I follow on here. Life has been ✨𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒻𝓊𝓁✨ ever since and it only takes .2 seconds out of your day to do it. So when I don’t see people utilize the block button, I just know their not being fr and are clearly bored. If you don’t like my content, block/mute me. Simple as that. Because chances are, I’ve probably already blocked you by now. And to the people I haven’t, I either A. enjoy/interact with the content you make or B. don’t care for it but you usually stay out of my lane and I stay out of yours so we just coexist. It’s that black and white. You don’t have to like what someone posts but what isn’t cool is bothering/targeting someone on an app strictly because of that. What are you five? This feels like a lesson we learned in elementary school. It’s not rocket science and it’s never that serious. The world does not revolve around you nor adhere to things only you deem okay. It’s much bigger than that. Get a grip, go drink some water, eat something and make sure to touch some grass today while you’re at it.

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Shout out to that page tho! I literally gained new followers after that, so…..thank you? 😅 What a time to be alive. But for real, ya’ll have been coming out of nowhere to support and it’s been super dope. I really appreciate all the love, especially for being such a new page. I’m looking forward to future shenanigans, continuing the fun and not taking shit too seriously per usual. Live your best life, folks. Don’t let anyone rain on your parade. Life is WAY too short for that.

Ps: To my new followers, check out the post pinned to my page here. It’s a great “intro” into the Nashuri fandom and or actors Tenoch Huerta / Letitia Wright. Some things might be a little old but it’s pretty useful for the most part. My old poll results post gives you a slight idea of me as well. See y’all around ✌🏾💗

[crystal-verse]

With the return of glamourer i can see the exact shade used for G'raha's skintone, and I regret to inform you all that it's aaaaall the way to the left of the row it's in. He is as pale as you can be in that row of skin warmth/undertone. Sadly, the cat is just That Pale.

[flowercrown-bard]

Thank yyou @lokibus for tagging me ^^

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Tagging: @dhwty-writes @parttime-creative @combatbootsfemme and anyone else who wants to do this. No pressure as always

[nonbinarynightcrawler]

due to my new job I now have a visceral reaction to reading out the new movie titles for godzilla and ghostbusters

[avatardoggo]

“i’ve never had a girl write me a letter before”

“yk what? i’m going to frame it fr”

“if anyone asks im going to say someone ✨Special✨ gave this to me”

[mxalmighty]

i have ideas for stories but zero writing skills bahaha so take this idea dump just for posterity sake;

Crash Landing - Raph x Reader - Originally conceived for 2012 but more fun with Rise tbh, plus more believable overall; Raph crashlands in the middle of nowhere in a northern area where Reader, an off-grid runaway just trying to disappear, happens upon the wreck site in time to rescue his very stuck and maybe impaled ass. Literally tarzan / jane vibes as Reader, the strange wild person who doesn't speak but definitely can, nurses Raph back to health and through winter with just the land and a cave to work with. The plan is, if they both survive until spring, to guide Raph to the nearest road or rail and part ways there. Except, well, it's an xreader fic, so obviously feelings happen, and when the time finally comes that Raph can leave the cavesite in whatever way i'm not revealing but definitely isn't according to plan

well raph is like no you come with me and reader is like fuck uh um but my hard earned feral freedom and raph is like yeah but pizza and also i love you and junk but just when reader is about to make the decision, DISTRACTION, they're gone and raph thinks he's doomed to leave without them oh nooooo whatttttt

obviously i'm not a monster reader goes back to new york to live happily ever after with their giant turtle boo bear or do they

[gothedrals]

hi g i had a dream and you were in it and you sold the best honey ever even tho i hate honey so like do you make honey

WOAG this is crazy I do not in fact make honey. perhaps it was symbolic and I was bottling up and selling my [redacted]. who said that

also wild that I showed up in your dream despite never having shown my face like what did I look like?? or was it like an aura that you knew was me bc of dream logic