#the trials of being human

[enby-at-the-pyschward]

Awsten:BE A BETTER PERSON!

Otto:Why?

Awsten:BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP,AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME,SWEETHEART!

[impulsivedecisionsat3am]

took the tobh uquiz and got grace hell yeah i’m so girlboss

(@lightningzombie it’s your fic therefore consider yourself tagged)

[6schoolsin6years]

thinking about a certain reanimated corpse again

[imafuckinstar]

do you think apollo visits meg once a month to catch up and have the chance to be back in lesters body

[shallowseeker]

So, like. It's not just about "I heard your prayer," it's that... that prayer, those unspoken feelings... they surged through Cas.

It allowed Cas to summon the strength to fight all those Leviathans, steal a blossom, and fight his hardest to get back to Dean. Then, injured and limping, he collapsed into Dean's waiting arms.

It makes so much sense if even one of those transmitted sentences, spoken or otherwise, was:

15x09 via @spnscripthunt-inactive

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Of course, worst case scenario, "I wanted you to stay" came through, fizzled and broken, alongside "I love you."

Which leaves Cas sick after his adrenaline wears off.

Even now knowing his feelings are returned, he can't have them. He can't have the one thing he wants. He can't actively love Dean as a lover AND stay.

So, he stays. He must be content to simply... be. It's all he can offer.

[confused-stars]

Wriothesley as an extension of the Fortress itself

a living, breathing part of its organism, his heart beating in tandem with its machinery. that deep hum that's always present in his mind and lulls him to sleep at night is Meropide's ancient power coursing through his veins and he doesn't even know it, let alone understand it

he was a blank slate when he arrived, a non-person by his own choice, and so the Fortress claimed him as her own

sometimes he seems to know exactly what is happening five floors below, and inmates joke that it's some sort of magic, but they know that the Duke is simply well-informed and uses the in-built security system to keep on top of things... surely that's all there is to it

a young Wriothesley was once pursued by a handful of other inmates who wanted to kill him for a perceived slight. he ducked into the shadowed hallways of the lower levels, took turn after turn, and eventually made his way to a safe room where he could hide for the night. the next day, he learned that the other inmates never made it to their morning shifts

his footing is always sure on the walkways, he never loses his way, and he can always tell when there's something up with the machinery at first glance

sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night with the taste of copper in his mouth, and he mistakes it for a memory of blood... but every time, he gets up and he finds that something has happened that requires his attention - usually the violent kind

he doesn't think there's anything special to it all, but Sigewinne sees. Sigewinne knows. she'll cross that bridge in a few decades, when Wriothesley realizes that he's stopped aging

[yikesy]

I simply don't think any of the civilization gods like apollo or hermes or hera need to learn to care about humans. it's already in their nature, if they go against it it's a conscious choice

now the real outlier here is artemis who by all means has no reason to think at all about humans, existing outside of civilization as the wilderness. but not only is she friendly and gives them the means to survive, SHE ALSO FEELS GENDER SOLIDARITY. THE ARTIFICIAL SOCIAL CONSTRUCT OF SOCIAL CONSTRUCTS THAT NO OTHER GODDESS EVEN ACKNOWLEDGES FROM HOW MUCH OF A HUMAN INVENTION IT IS

[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.

[enby-at-the-pyschward]

Otto:I’d kill someone if you asked me to.

Geoff:I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn’t ask you to.

[arcticsart]

Clinical Trial

First time making digital art in years.

I might edit/finalize it someday.

[1-jar-of-stars]

The whiplash coach ben must have been experiencing while stuck in the cave with mari leading up to his trial 😵‍💫. He’s afraid of the girls and what they’ve become, but he also recognizes how afraid the girls are of what they had to become to survive. (Imagine being coach ben, somewhere in his late-20s early 30s being hit on by a teenage girl because she’s afraid he’s going to hurt her. One of the teenage girls he’s been hiding from after seeing them hunt down and eat a child.) He really did care about them and Mari saw that—Mari who fought so hard to hold onto who she was before they crashed.

EXACTLY EXACTLY. there are 2 different versions of canon in my head ever since steven krueger said he thinks ben did it and neither of them include ben’s actions coming from malice.

scenario 1: Ben did it. He tried to kill the girls in their cabin. I don’t think it came from a place of malice though. Ben is the adult in the situation, yes. but i think those roles fall away after a certain point and Ben is another person in a shit situation trying to survive. Ben is scared, Ben is experiencing hallucinations, Ben is quite likely experiencing psychosis due to his prolonged isolation from the girls in addition to the freezing cold weather. Ben finds out that Javi is dead. Javi the youngest, Javi the baby. They killed Javi. What are they going to do to him? And then natalie. natalie the normal one. the only one who still listened to him, succumbs to the hysteria. He needs to save them from themselves. He did it while they were sleeping in hopes it would be painless. They wake up. He’s long gone by then. Mari shows up. Mari who’s crying, who’s injured, who’s scared. For a moment she looks like Allie, you’re back in the field, Allie is screaming and crying and you have to help her. Then things glitch back and you’re looking at Mari. Mari who only got moved up a few weeks before the crash who you were still trying to acclimate to the team. She needs your help. you already know what you’re going to do, you don’t spend time considering and you help her. But mari is still mari. she’s the same mari from before the crash and for all you know she will tell the others about your location immediately to keep herself in good standing. So you take her with you. you just need to plan and then you can let her go. she bear sprays the fuck out of you. and then tells you about her cousin and gives you the existential crisis of your life. it doesn’t matter, you missed having a meaningful conversation with anyone. you let her go, as you expected, hours later the girls are in your shelter. they’re in danger. you save them. it’s your downfall.

Then there’s scenario 2, where he’s telling the truth: the girls ate Javi, Natalie has succumb, you know if you don’t run you’re next. you survive the winter and you run into mari. she speaks of a tragedy you had no idea about. you have been in your cave, doing your best to survive. she talks and you listen. it’s good to have company for once. but you know you have to let her go and get to lower ground. but you can’t find it in yourself to do so. so you let her go and you wait. sure enough, the girls come but something is wrong. you know what you have to do and you know the outcome of doing it. you save them. it would be your downfall.

[phoenixcatch7]

Man, I want shapeshifter cap SO BAD.

I want to see a Billy that really leans into the wonder of the world, the million paths a child could take in their life.

I want to see a Billy that wants to try everything, at least once.

A Billy that looks at all the people who spit at him, deride him, pity him, dismiss him, ignore him, because he has no future, no prospects, a child in the gutter and say no. I'm going to grow up to be whoever I want to be.

And a captain marvel that says you're going to be amazing.

Billy taking the premise of captain marvels form - his ideal self, a blank slate for Billy to paint his bright colours, the person he wants to be deep inside - and dialling that freedom up to eleven.

A dancer, a dinosaur, a train conductor, a tiger, an ice cream maker, a butterfly, an astronaut, a shark, a college student, a Tamaranean, a mouse, a scuba diver, an elephant, a doctor, a moose, a race car driver, a dog.

A child wanting to see the world.

If you want to find captain marvel, well first you've got to try his comm, probably a couple times.

Then you've got to go to fawcett, hope he's there and not saving the yetis from a salamander invasion in a different dimension.

You've got to ask around, because it often goes by word of mouth here, no matter what technology you bring. Don't worry, it'll spread very quickly, but if you're in a hurry you can find his commemorative statue and leave an offering. No one knows if it really works, but it's a good way to pass the time and feel productive.

Soon, a face will peel out of the crowd. It's always familiar, but it's never the same one.

Wait for the flash of lightning in a cloudless sky.

And then you will find captain marvel.

[lolabearwrites]

I'd like to think that being in Xadia for a few years is what made Aaravos want to have a child :3

[muffy-official]

I feel like I can't seem to make anything proper again, just another little crisis so have those random doodles and whenever I'm there mentally again I keep worrying way too much and trying to not think I'm annoying with my character stuff sorry for the semi vent, but somehow this week's been weird private matter wise😭

Gabs might also have to make it clear she's no nurse, that she's only capable of basic things+ stitching, but she'd aid grunts and other expop who got friendly fire'd immediately if needed. With primes she's a bit hesitant but gets the job done. One time she wouldn't care about anything is if pulling sleeves or pant legs up too high cuts blood circulation after a while as she refuses to cut the fabric to have it go up better. You gotta endure it once it's done

Also screw yall/j *genderbends the prime asset as a excuse to draw these suit sets*

[self-shippy]

inspired by @couldtheycatchkira!

EDIT yeah I meant Light Yagami not Yoshikage Kira sorgy 😭