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#and i wake with your memory over me
pharmaswift · 1 year
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at first i thought “i see you every day now” in maroon was meant to convey how close she was to this person and how spending time together had become routine, but now i’m thinking about a layered double meaning giving “i thought i saw you at the bus stop, i didn't though” and “chasing' shadows in the grocery line” vibes like she’s haunted by him and his memory every day now, which is very “moving on from him is impossible when i still see it all in my head” and truly is the red/maroon parallel track two of it all
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ashru-premika · 1 year
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"And I wake with your memory over me that's a real fucking legacy to leave" will always be superior ✋🏽
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icantdothistodaybruh · 2 months
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yea sooooo I may have or may have not watched and instantly rewatched all kuro musicals in existence in a spawn of one week and now have roughly 40 screenshots to redraw from
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I think I might be insane or something
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wineonmytshirt · 2 months
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what is your favorite lyric from your favorite taylor swift song?
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mepsratchild12 · 3 months
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I can't believe "awww, does wittle Wucifer need something?" Is an actual thing I can say in this game holy shit this is so fucking funny I'm ecstatic
I know this is supposed to be some mysterious romance with these demon dudes but I'm going to be the most assholish sarcastic person to these fuckers I can
Lucifer looks so defeated, rightfully so, fuck does he think he is? If fuck him up, I'll cartoonishly roll him into a ball and dunk him in a conveniently placed basketball hoop
For those still wondering, yes I did choose this option, it's hilarious and I'm gonna be so annoying to everyone involved in this story
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eyelessfog · 2 years
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Conversations I Won’t Have
Summary: Sausage copies the way she holds her teacup, even though he feels like he should be lifting his pinky. It feels fancier, and shouldn’t he be fancy for a God? She doesn’t seem to care, so he guesses it’s alright. He takes a sip, and it tastes like sunflower seeds and pools warmly in his chest. He blows on the surface of the tea. “Who are you?” He wants to say. He says nothing at all.
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Sausage dreams often. Nearly every night he goes to sleep, he dreams of the old kingdom, or of Bubbles, or of Eddie, or of his mother. He dreams of familiar things - of moments that happened, but with a twist that only dreams can give. 
So, with that in mind, maybe this dream isn’t terribly weird. It’s a dream of a familiar thing, though it’s just as unfamiliar as it is familiar, and-
Well. He’s not too sure how to explain how he feels about someone he’s only known in visions, and who’s also a God, and is also also maybe his friend in one timeline or another. Having visions is a very complicated situation. He quite wishes it would stop.
He’s sitting at a small table - the type someone would put out in a garden, with those pretty metal designs under glass - in a folding chair, with a small tray of pastries in front of him, and a tea cup in his hand. There should not be a teacup in his hand.
“Hello, Sausage,” says someone who he recognizes, and someone who is a Goddess, and someone who is his friend. She looks strange, because her hair is brown, but when she tilts her head to look at him, it’s blond instead, and she’s taller than he knows she should be, but she’s also too tall to be sitting at the table with him, except she seems to be sitting in her own folding chair perfectly fine, and she’s wearing a dress he recognizes from the statue and from the wall carving, but if he thinks about it, it really doesn’t look like the statue or wall carving at all, other than the colour scheme, and-
“My head hurts,” he wants to say.
“Hello,” he says.
She nods at him, and keeps eye contact with him while she takes a sip of her tea, her hand wrapped delicately around the handle. Sausage copies the way she holds her teacup, even though he feels like he should be lifting his pinky. It feels fancier, and shouldn’t he be fancy for a God?
She doesn’t seem to care, so he guesses it’s alright. He takes a sip, and it tastes like sunflower seeds and pools warmly in his chest. He blows on the surface of the tea. “Who are you?” He wants to say. He says nothing at all.
“It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you,” she says. Sausage realizes that he doesn’t actually know what her face looks like, even though he’s staring directly at her.
“It hasn’t been that long, actually,” Sausage says. “It was like... a week since I visited the catacombs.”
“Oh, well. That was how long it’s been since you last saw me. I, however, have been waiting a while.” She smiles, and he doesn’t know how he knows that, because she must have a mouth, but he’s pretty sure he’s looking at her face, and she does not have a mouth. “That is, of course, barring the you that’s sleeping on my couch.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Sausage doesn’t ask.
“Of course,” Sausage agrees instead.
She looks mildly disturbed now, which doesn’t make sense, because he can’t see her face, and only knows that she’s tilted her head a little bit, which could convey a lot of emotions, actually, and- well, you get the gist.
“You seem very mild right now, Sausage. You aren’t usually.”
“I’m well known for my calmness, actually,” Sausage says.
She laughs. Like, really, actually laughs, and throws her head back, a hand coming up to cover her face. “That is very not true,” she says, once she’s stopped laughing.
Sausage pouts, but some part of him wants to argue. Not because she’s wrong, no, but because she shouldn’t know this. “Why do you know this about me?” He doesn’t ask. He wants to though. He takes another sip of his tea. It tastes like chamomile now. It’s still warm.
“You’re free to take dessert, you know. It tastes good, I promise. I’ve had a lot of practice.” She smiles, like there’s an inside joke that he should know, and he smiles back, though he knows it doesn’t look real.
“I bet,” he says. “A lot of time to use, when you’re a God, I guess.” He grabs a brownie, and she frowns.
“That too, I suppose.” She places her teacup down, and leans on her hand. “Speaking of Gods, how’s Joel?”
“Oh, uh. He’s doing pretty good. Made a new temple, last I saw him. He’s been very sweet to me, but Hermes said that they get kinda sad when the first thing he asks about is the gift I send him. All around a nice father, but a little greedy.” Sausage shrugs, but he’s smiling. “I think that’s his only big flaw.”
“And he’s still teasing-?” she asks.
Sausage blinks. “Who’s the Codfather?” he almost asks, except she hadn’t just said that. She’d said- she’d said-
“Yeah,” he agrees. “The sheriff has been bullied by... everyone, really. Fwhip has been super on his side, but that comes with being deputy, I guess. Did you hear about the court case?”
She seems delighted. “I did not! Oh, what happened?”
“Well, Joel designed a couple toys that look like the sheriff - he’s been making jokes about Jimmy being a toy for a while now-”
“Oh, I don’t like that. He should stop.” She sounded a little commanding now, like this was something she was going to bring up to him. Or maybe he was supposed to bring it up to Joel? He wasn’t too sure, actually.
Sausage shrugs noncommittally. “Well he made a plush toy about it. They’re cute, if you ignore the whole copyright thing, so I bought a couple for Hermes. But anyway, Jimmy decided, yeah, this is copyright, so he brought it to court, which was in the Goblands. Fwhip was his lawyer too. And they got Pixl to be the judge, which was cool.”
“Pixl is cool,” she agrees. There’s something in her voice, like she was remembering something, and it was a little funny. Or maybe a little sad? Which made it funny. Or something.
Honestly, could she stop being mysterious and make him keep thinking about what she was thinking about? Or, better yet, stop coming into his dreams and visions? It was only twice, so far, he supposed, but that was more than anyone else had been, and Oli had only been in his visions once, and he’d met Oli before he appeared in his vision, so it was less mysterious and still annoying and- Hm. He really wished he didn’t have visions.
“Pix is cool,” he repeats. “Um, but, yeah, Joel and Fwhip both bribed him? But they were of equal value, apparently - the things they were bribing him with - which were a small emerald block and a small emerald ore block-”
She bursts out laughing, but waves at him to continue. “He would!” she gasps. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, go on.”
“...And then Joel didn’t have a lawyer. And Joel knows nothing about laws and courts because the whole law thing is very Jimmy, and the whole court thing is very Pixl, apparently, and Joel’s a God so I guess it’s whatever to him? But that really wasn’t helping his case, so he lost the case, but then he, at some point, told Pixl that they were going to do a second case, that argued that Jimmy was a toy, so then Jimmy and Fwhip ran away.” Sausage hums. Takes a sip of his tea. “He mentioned that he accidentally called Jimmy a boy toy while he was leaving.”
“Pardon?!” she asks, voice high pitched. It was clear that she had just picked up her tea to drink from, and was quite thankful that she had not taken a sip quite yet.
“Well,” Sausage says. “Toy boy and boy toy are very easy words to flip flop.”
“I- I suppose,” she agrees, brows furrowing. Even though she did not seem to have eyebrows.
Noticing that he wasn’t seeing things was getting exhausting. And this was a dream.
Or, actually, was it? He wasn’t too sure, and he- well, he didn’t really know what he wanted, but he was getting a little more comfortable with what he wanted, as he spent more time in this place.
“Is this a dream?” he wants to ask.
“Is this a dream?” he asks.
He doesn’t know what face she’s making. He can’t see her face at all, and to reflect that, he doesn’t know what face she’s making. This is how it’s supposed to be. He likes it even less.
“It is.” Her voice is even, and her arms are stiff, and she isn’t green anymore, but she still has the gold. She’s grey now - not just her dress, but her skin too. She stands, and her halo (when did she get a halo? She had one, at some point, but he doesn’t remember seeing it, just notices it’s absence now that it’s gone) has disappeared, replaced instead by chipping metal in a net that’s covered in gold paint. She has a black wing now, on the other side, and she’s walking towards him, and the table is gone and so is his chair, and he didn’t see them disappear, he just sees that they aren’t there anymore.
“Sausage,” she says, and her voice is grainy, and there’s static in his ears, and he doesn’t remember what her voice sounded like, but it wasn’t this. “I’m sorry, Sausage.” She walks over to him, and with every step, she changes, more stony, more like the statue, and less like her.
She takes his hands in her own, and he looks into her eyes, and sees that her face is gone. Chipped, like someone took a chisel to her face and hacked, and his breath pauses in his chest.
“When you ask me what I know, when you ask me why you’re dreaming - when you break the wall - that’s when it all comes crumbling down. I couldn’t warn you, but you knew, and I know you knew, because we’ve played this scene so many times. Sausage, I’m sorry, and I’ll come back, and we’ll talk again, and you’ll tell me a new story I’ve seen before, and I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, and I’m sorry I can’t help you, and I’m sorry-” she freezes, and he can feel the moment it happens. Her hands become cold as stone, and he can’t free his hands from her grip. He’s going to wake up soon - in a second - and he knows it.
But for that second that feels like forever, his hands are clasped between hers in something like a prayer, and he’s kneeling, and she’s larger than she’d been for their entire talk, towering over him, and she looks like an angel. She is a God, she is an angel, and she is stone, and for a moment he is praying to her.
It doesn’t fade to black - that doesn’t explain how quickly everything darkens, then lightens again. He blinks, and sees nothing, then again, and his eyes are watering as he stares at the wall of his bedroom.
He doesn’t know why he’s crying, is the thing, but there’s an image of the angel, of the Goddess that Pixl has been studying burned into his brain, and he buries his head into his pillow and tries to forget.
Just as he’s done every other time he wakes up crying to the image of a Goddess he’s never known.
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and-stir-the-stars · 1 year
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@dire-kumori (this is, uh. This is gonna be a long one 😬)
It's completely fine if you're not up to date on the fnaf books, especially considering I haven't read any of them myself, lmao. I only know the things that the silly fnaf youtubers tell me is important in their theory videos, so. I don't know very much, and what I do know is probably very biased through their theory-crafting lenses.
But I enjoy me a good Evan and Gregory story, so I'd love to rant a little but more about them. I like the idea that Evan is hiding away somewhere in the Night Terrors recreation of his room, too terrified to leave it. He hides away somewhere that only a little kid would think to go/be able to reach, which is exactly why Gregory (who isn't THAT afraid while playing the game, but is a little menace who likes breaking the game's boundaries and trying to see where he can and can't go rather than playing the game normally) is able to find him.
Maybe Evan is terrified of Gregory at first-- after all, the details are hazy, but he clearly remembers how much the Stranger hurt him for so long, and who says this stranger will be any better? But Evan is terrified and alone and he just wants comfort. He thinks about the weird pictures on the wall of the family with blurry faces, how happy and safe they all look, and after a while of Evan being scared and Gregory trying to calm him, Evan can't help but notice that Gregory looks a LOT like one of the small blurry figures he sees in the family photos (ig technically Gregory should be nothing more than a pair of transparent floating arms if they're in a VR game, but I'll do what I want with no regard to the cruel constraints of logic). And Evan wants the happiness and safety he sees in those photos, so wouldn't it make sense to go with Gregory? (though, Gregory insists the kid in those photos isn't him)
Evan is so broken at this point that he doesn't remember his personality or his name. He can't answer any of the questions Gregory asks him about what things he likes or what he does for fun (though, the difference in technology thanks to them being born so far apart may play into that, too). Gregory has to help give Evan a name (Evan shudders for reasons he can't remember when Gregory suggests the name Freddy).
The last thing I'll say about the Gregory ending (such an original name, ik) is I'd like to think the two of them get out of the game eventually. Despite Gregory’s kindness, Evan still thinks he's too broken and the world is too big and scary for him to continue existing... and then the sun rises. At this point, Evan has spent what accounts to years/billions of nights desperate to survive long enough to see the sunrise but always being brutally murdered before he can. And then! Then Evan feels the light and warmth ghosting against his skin for the first time in god knows how long, he sees the brilliant pinks and oranges and reds of the rising sun, and he falls onto his knees with tears in his eyes. "I made it," he whispers. "I finally, really made it."
The happiness is almost enough to make his soul move on right then and there. But... it also fills him with hope that maybe this world and the people in it are worth surviving for after all.
Okay, moving on!
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Oh gosh,, the idea of "Michael" trying to take control of the game in order to turn it into a safe haven for Evan!! It's such a painfully sweet idea... except, I can't help but wonder if Michael would even know what a 'safe haven' for Evan would look like-- let alone if the Fragment would know, since the Fragment has lost everything that makes Michael, Michael and is just the remnant of an instinct to keep Evan safe. I feel like the "safe haven" that the Fragment would make for Evan would end up being empty and hollow, devoid of any real meaning or happiness. It's nothing but an empty paradise filled with false promises of what the Fragment thinks a little kid SHOULD want but is devoid of the love and affection that Evan NEEDS. I'm having trouble coming up with any examples, though. Maybe it's like the Other World in Coraline, but instead of a greedy, hungry monster being in control of an empty world of lies, it's a monster that WANTS to help Evan but doesn't understand how.
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And the idea of Glitchtrap using Evan against the Fragment is positively delicious :3
I'm going to make William and Mike a bit more sentient than you originally intended for a sec, though. I like the idea of a manipulative, silver-tongued William turning Evan against his brother. Maybe William even takes advantage of the fact that Evan (and probably Mike) never found out or knew why he got trapped in the Nightmare in the first place; maybe William frames the whole thing as Michael coming up with another way to torture Ev for fun. I wonder how Evan would respond. Would he listen to his father (whether or not Evan even recognizes this person as his father) telling him Mikey deserves this, take out his frustration on Mikey and hope that he can rest once Mike is gone? Or does Evan break, because as much as Mikey has hurt him, he doesn't want his brother dead?
And wouldn't it be interesting to see how Mike/the Fragment responds to Evan attacking him/it? The Fragment wants nothing more than Evan to be happy, so it must glitch the hell out of it when Evan tries destroying the Fragment. It's just like what you wrote about Mike being torn when Ev begs Mike to stop trying to save him in the Nightmare; the Fragment's entire existence is to keep Evan safe and happy, and it needs to be present so it can do that, but if Evan wants it gone... how is it meant to fulfill both objectives at once?
Though, I'm also curious about how this au could tie back into Security Breach. Maybe the Fragment does end up winning control of the game from Glitchtrap, so Glitchtrap runs to the only place he can: Vanessa. And maybe he drags Evan with him, or perhaps Evan goes *willingly* if it means escaping from the Fragment/Stranger that tortured him for so long. Security Breach still happens, but this time, Glitchtrap has Vanessa AND Evan under his control. Maybe he even uses Evan’s ghost to try tricking and manipulating Gregory as well. And all the while, Michael has to try to figure out how to get out of the VR game and back to protecting the ghost spirit whose name he no longer recalls.
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AND THE FRAGMENT BEING A YOUNGER MIKE IS SO COOL! Maybe it could be the reverse of what I described with Evan and Gregory, where Evan sees another lost and scared kid his age hiding away, just like him, and decides "i am not leaving you to face your horrors alone." Neither Evan nor Mike have any memory of who either of them are, but they're both lost and alone and terrified and cling to each other. They're the only thing that either of them has, and vow to get through this together, sort of the antithesis to how isolated they were in the Nightmare. Very depressing that it takes both of them completely losing all of their memories and will to live for them to trust and rely on each other without constantly hurting each other, but...
Maybe the two of them spend eternity forever without their memories. Or maybe like you said, they slowly find each other's memories in the game's coding, and they have to reconcile the horrible truths they learn about themselves and their pasts with the fact that they're *friends* now and don't want to lose each other
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nobodywritingao3 · 27 days
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kingofmyborrowedheart · 10 months
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Like “Haunted” being the stage where you’re confused and questioning why someone left and wanting closure and “I Almost Do” being the stage where you couldn’t bear to see that someone come back even if it meant gaining closure because the temptation to rekindle what was lost but knowing that the risk is too great because you would get hurt worse than before.
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sunrise-blvd · 9 months
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actually i will never shut up about maroon (2022), it’s too good for this world
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daisyjoners · 10 months
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𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 & 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀.
                                  the mark they saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips i used to call home so scarlet  — it was maroon
@jinnikaz
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ashru-premika · 1 year
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MAROON IS SO FUCKING GOOD. LIKE WOW. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
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youareinlove · 7 months
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maroon
another ex-situationship association! i actually didn't make this connection until recently, and i've started appreciating the song more now because of it
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batwirls · 1 year
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yourstrullyme · 1 year
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oh no i just realized i chose the wrong song lyric for my all lower caps fic title :(
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mako-island-moon-pool · 8 months
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You want to know how bad my memory is?
I was writing last night and I just straight up forgot that Sanji exists. I have been watching this show since 2012, he was my fave Strawhat outside of Luffy pre-TS, and I FORGOT HE EXISTED.
I was like 'hm yes well the ones who would understand are Nami and Robin... W- wasn't there one more I was thinking of a moment ago? Wasn't there another one who'd Get It?????'
'it's not Chopper. Definitely not Usopp. And it's not Zoro. That's all the remaining Strawhats at this point in the story. So... Why am I convinced I'm forgetting someone? Let's go through the arcs in my head agai- OH MY GOD, I FORGOT SANJI'
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#When I tell you my memory is shit... 😭 I used to own a Sanji shirt. What the fuck??#When that post about the memory issues finally leaves my queue#Like I joke about it but this shit can be genuinely terrifying. Like knowing my brain is getting worse. Knowing I'm probably forgetting#Seriously important things and just 'oops I can't remember haha'#It's scary.#I'll never get better because I'll just relive the pain over and over because my brain refuses to remember the help and progress I make#Every day I wake up back at step 1 it's so depressing and scary and horrifying and I hate it#I can never process anything bc I just forget and if I do remember it's like a punch to the chest for the first time every time#And people get SO sick of you after a while. Constantly asking for help. Never remembering anything. They get so annoyed with you.#Anyway. On a lighter note (not actually) I'm trying out a new one-shot :)#Not to speak ill of the 'soon-to-be' dead but Garp was a shit grandfather#So I was like What If Me And Luffy Had The Same Reaction#Because self love starts in recognizing your self through the other god damn it#Even if I finish this idk if I'll post it bc of how personal it is but it has been very cathartic to write#Then again I could just publish it anonymously so my irl friends won't see it. No harm no foul.#I (kid) once pushed my mom (grown adult) out of my room when she caused me to have a meltdown so I could 100% see Luffy doing the same thin#In my defense she had a habit of taunting me and destroying my stuff to punish me after inciting meltdowns and I just wanted to be alone#I was like 7 years old at the time (hell year hell year) so I doubt I actually hurt her. She just looked surprised. I remember that.#Sometimes I wonder why I identify so much with werewolves and then I remember ah yes. The childhood of being treated like a monster.#Like a freak because when people kept pushing your boundaries you'd rather bite than let them do whatever they want to you#Oh boo hoo such a terrible thing for a child to be... Protective of themselves...#ANYWAY. like I said this wasn't going to be much lighter.#I want Luffy to punch the lights out of Garp to protect his friends. Not even in-canon just in this fic#Ik in-canon Garp is a complex guy and loads of fans love him but... Smash eggs make sandwiches know what I'm saying?#Yeah GROOVY
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