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puhpandas · 7 months

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Gregory dies saving the Pizzaplex from the virus. In return, Evan saves Gregory by giving him the gift of life. Evan is done with just watching. (warnings: major character (child) death (gregory), implied murder, implied stabbing, blood.

Evan had to go fight his Father on his own.

Vanessa had been too incapacitated. Too distraught to come along. She'd woken up not too long after Gregory had freed her, hair greasy and wirey and body weak, knees wobbly. It had only gotten worse after she'd seen the cost.

Theres nothing Evan could have helped with. All he could do is finish things.

His Father had gone down easily. Theres not much you can do as an animatronic on the brink of collapse, no matter how much of your virus is spread across the network. No matter how many brute machines you have at your command. Its hard to kill somebody whose already dead. To hurt somebody who isnt tangible.

All Evan had to do was call in a favor.

The amalgamation hadn't needed any more than a promise. It had thrown itself at his Father, giving itself up to secure that his Father is gone forever. For good.

Evan had promised to set the fire. He knows that Freddy has a lighter in his finger. He knows that his Father is stuck, and is at Evan's will.

Evan has the power to take the call, here. He can set the fire whenever he wants. He gets to choose when it all ends.

He hasn't, yet. He just needs to see Gregory again.

Vanessa has barely moved by the time Evan phases through floors, arriving back in Vannys old hideout. Shes sitting up, but unmoving. Before, her shoulders shook harshly with barely contained grief.

Now, it's like shes empty. Like there's nothing left of her.

After what was lost to free her, Evan understands why.

He can barely look, once he floats next to Vanessa. Gregory is right where Evan had left him, still laid flat on the linoleum tile under Vanessa's hunched form.

Shes almost curled around him, as if to protect him. He cant be protected much, anymore. But he deserves to have whats left of him taken care of.

It hurts so much more than the others when Evan forces himself to look. Nothings changed; Gregory is still unmoving, eyes open and unseeing. The knife is discarded to their left, tossed in some corner to rot.

The floor is a mess. Gregorys blood stains every crevice. His blue shirt is barely recognizable, violent rips and tears litter the area near his stomach, and blood stains the fabric a sickening black.

Evan stares at his face. It doesnt so much as twitch.

He knows better than to beg. He knows better than to hope, or plead, or wish.

He's dead. Evan knows. He's known this whole time. He knew when he'd gone off to fight his Father. To get revenge.

Gregory's dead.

It hurts so much more than the others.

Evan floats downwards, sitting by Gregory's body next to Vanessa as much as he can as a ghost. She doesn't seem to register that hes there, just staring blankly at Gregory. At the empty husk of the boy Evan had just begun to know.

Shes already expressed her grief. She'd yelled and screamed and sobbed when he'd still been alive, clinging to life by a thread, but despite Vanessa's attempts, he'd died in her arms.

They'd only shared little words before it was over.

They'd watched as the life left his eyes. Evan watched as Gregory went still in that way only dead people can. He'd watched as Vanessa fell apart.

It hurt so much more than the others.

He'd just been getting to know Gregory. He'd only scraped the surface. He'd only known Gregory for six hours, but he'd felt like he'd known him for a lifetime.

He'd just been getting to know him, and Evan had been planning to stick around. He'd been planning to follow Gregory. He'd been planning to take the one child who'd been brave enough, smart enough, to survive, and lead him to the source.

Hed been planning on finally doing something. He'd been planning on ending it all, and saving one child out of it. He'd been planning on being done with watching, and doing something about it. He'd tried to help the others, to guide them where it mattered, help them survive, but they'd been snuffed out before they could begin.

And all Evan could do is watch.

He's so tired of just watching.

"Gr-- Gree-- Gregory..." Freddys voice filters out of the watch, crackling and glitching. "Gregor-- ory-- Please tell me you are saf-- fe. I cannot re-- each you--"

Something snaps in Evan, at that. Freddy doesn't know. Freddy had tried so hard, like Evan had, to save someone. To save one person after so many were lost.

Evan has seen Freddy. Hes seen them all. Hes seen how they all wake up the next day horrified at the blood under their claws, and the memories of murdering burned into their code. Evan has seen how all Freddy's been able to do is watch as he's hijacked, unable to fight back, and forced to sit backseat in his own body.

This time had been different. Freddy had been spared. Freddy had fought for Gregory. Freddy didnt just watch this time.

Evan doesnt want to just watch anymore.

Evan's stomach burns, normally, his soul is cold, as lifeless ghosts are. Just a figment of who he used to be.

So unlike the chill hes used too, how unfeeling he usually is, warmth bursts in his stomach, at hot as fire, and it swirls. Unfurling and spreading.

It tingles, prickling and sharp, and to Evan, somehow, it feels like an invitation.

Evan had been the first. He'd been there for it all. He'd been there when Charlie had died. He'd been there when she had given life to the other children. He'd been there when they'd all lost their humanity. He'd been there for the first fire, the second, and soon, the third.

Evan had been the first.

His chest burns with intensity, hot and bubbling.

Gregory will be the last.

He welcomes it; the simmering feeling underneath the film of numbness. It claws to escape, and Evan let's it.

He curls inward, a burst of light shining from his body, and at its warmth, it's like Vanessa comes back to life. She jerks when a glow spreads across the room, twisting her neck to watch it with wide eyes.

He cups his hands gently, shutting his eyes and reaching inward.

The Remnant responds to him. It hears him. It hears his grief, his wishes, and his determination.

Like the others, Gregory never deserved to die. Like the others, he'd been lost to his Father. Like the others, he'd been lost to a long string of tragedy that began on the day Evan died.

His chest opens, a yellow, pinprick of light seeping out and into his hands.

Unlike the others, Gregory will be the last.

Evan holds the remnant gently as can be, and ignores the blatant emptiness inside of him. He ignores how much weaker he feels. He ignores how he essentially just halved his life force.

Instead, he offers the life to Gregory's body, like giving a gift.

It receives it.

The light seeps into Gregory's body, spreading across his injuries and soaking in. Light crawls across his skin, spiderwebbing and stitching skin and flesh together.

The light mends Gregory's body, fixing what had been broken.

Evan never thought that anything involved with his Father could be good. That it could help instead of hurt.

But when Vanessas lights up as Gregory's eyes ignite with life, all gifted by the warmth in Evan's soul, he thinks it's not the magic that's bad, but the man who wields it.

Its agonizing; waiting those few seconds for Gregory to wake up, but the shine that had re-entered his eyes only grows brighter when he gasps harshly, jerking to life.

With a cry of joy, Evan shoots forward, attempting a hug as much as he can as a ghost. At the same time, Vanessa sobs with barely contained relief and reaches out, pulling Gregory out of the puddle of his own blood and setting him gently against her chest.

Evan meets his eyes, and man, do they look exhausted, but they also look alive. Evan cant contain the grin on his face when Gregory's eyes dart to him, seeing but not. Hes still in that stage between floaty and aware, but Evan waits for him.

It only takes a moment for Gregory himself to understand, but then hes clutching back, breaths deep, life laced within every intake of air.

Vanessa is crying. Shoulder shaking sobs that leave tracks down the dirt and blood on her face, and snot smudged across her cheek.

He doesnt blame her. Evan feels more alive than he has in a long time.

"You--" Gregory rasps out before coughing, but despite the fact, it's the most beautiful sound Evan's heard in years. Compared to the last words Gregory spoke before now being goodbyes. "You saved me."

Evan knows that Gregory knows. He knows everything. When Evan shared a piece of himself with Gregory, it connected them. Their souls are entertwined, now.

Evan feels the remnants of true fear deep inside Gregory of truly dying. He feels the relief that its over. He feels the accomplishment that nobody else will be lost.

Evan knows Gregory knows his feelings, as well. Evan knows Gregory feels the grief for the others. He knows he feels the satisfaction of sending his Father back to Cassidy. He knows he feels the anger at being forced to observe for so long.

So Evan just nods, the permanent tears on his face growing thicker and inkier. "I did."

And it's as simple as that.

Gregorys tucked under Vanessa's chin, her stringy hair falling out of what used to be a ponytail. Shes still sobbing, and Evan doesnt think she'd be able to do much of anything right now.

That's okay. Evan knows Vanessa had cried for the others, too. He knows Vanessa had been horrified at the memories. He knows shed been lost for years.

"You're you?" Gregory asks, weak and thready. He brings up a shaky hand and sets it on Vanessa's arm. Shes still wearing the bunny suit; she hadn't had it in her to tear it off when the only thing shed been focused on was the kid who saved her dying in her arms.

All Vanessa does is nod, over and over, almost deliriously. "Yes--" She sobs. "Because-- Because of you."

And its right there that Evan let's himself relish in the fact that they're all here. After watching so much grief and tragedy take place, its finally over. Gregory saved them, and now Evan was able to save Gregory.

He laughs in delight, feeling more hope and warmth than he has in a long time.

Three victims sit in a circle, relieved and alive.

"Gr-r--" Gregory's watch sputters to life, staticky and warbling. "Gregory-- I'm so worried about yo-- you-- P-P-Please respo--"

Three sets of eyes blow open.

"Freddy!"

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Gregory and Evan had been alone together all night. Freddy wasnt able to follow them everywhere, and Gregory, with that determination that saved them that night, carried them far. Deep into the belly of the beast.

But its only when they finally haul themselves up when the clock gets a little too close to six, hop in Vanessa's car, and hightail it to her apartment that Gregory and Evan are alone again.

Vanessa, with a little more energy in her step, had followed through with her promise. Before they'd left, she said she would set the fire. All she wanted to do is take care of a few things. Freddy went along with her, wanting to collect his friends when they wake up free of the virus.

It's just the two of them, now. They're sitting (floating, in Evan's case) on Vanessa's couch, Gregory is eating some cereal, since its all Vanessa had on hand, and hes wearing one of Vanessa's too-big shirts when his had been too ruined to keep.

Theres some cartoon on the TV about a girl and a weird blue floating blob, but Evan isnt paying attention. Not when Gregory is staring at his bowl with furrowed brows, lost in thought.

Evan can tell he wants to say something, so he just sits patiently, and stays quiet when Gregory eventually starts opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the words.

"Evan--" Gregory begins eventually, and when Evan looks over, Gregory's looking at the carpet instead of him. "Um... can I ask you something?"

Evan nods. "Of course."

"Kay." Gregory responds, and then sighs, scratching the back of his neck and fiddling with the fold of fabric where his stomach is. "Uh... well..."

Evan stays silent, waiting for Gregory to gather his thoughts. Evan had hated it when people rushed him when he spoke while he was alive. He wasnt stupid, just nervous.

Eventually, Gregory throws his hands down and huffs, as if biting the bullet. He turns to Evan, looking him in the eyes as he asks, "Why did you save me?"

Evan blinks, and looks at Gregory, confused. They'd already communicated everything when Gregory woke up. "What do you mean?"

Gregory fidgets again, glancing to the side and looking frustrated. "Well-- I mean... just, why did you choose me?"

Evan furrows his brows. "Um... I dont understand."

Gregory growls, but Evan can sense it's not at him, just at Gregory's own scrambled thoughts. He rubs at his eyes, before, "I mean--!. eight other kids went missing before me."

Evan starts to get it. "Oh."

"Just... why did you save me?" Gregory asks again, a little more surely this time. "Like... you literally gave up half of your life force just so I wouldnt die. You met so many other kids that didnt make it... I... just want to know why you see me as so special to sacrifice for."

Evan shakes his head, twisting in place to better face Gregory. He tries to convey so much in one motion, his brain swirling with thoughts, and remnants of feeling from past memories.

"Gregory..." Evan glances downward, an old feeling of grief coming back. It's his old friend at this point. "...Nobody deserved to die. Nobody. But... in a way, some of us didnt. I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I'm technically living, arent I?"

Gregory nods, but he looks confused. "Yeah, I would say so. But what does this have to do with what I said?"

Evan looks at the couch, watching as his fingers phase through the cushion. "I mean... the others, they died, but they didnt leave. They were still there, but... they weren't living. Bit by bit, they lost themselves, until they really were as good as dead."

Gregory is silent, so Evan continues. "I didnt feel like I was living for a long time, even though I technically wasnt dead. I had my friend. That's what we had that the others didnt. That's how we held on. But when she left... I had to stay for her to, as well, and I was stuck. I couldn't see my family. I was living, but I didnt want to be. I was living, but didnt have a life."

Evan glances up, and sees Gregory's own face looking back at him, eyes sad. Evan frowns, feeling decades of memories creep back up on him. He shoves them down. "All I did was watch tragedy and death occur for years, while I was alone. And I couldnt do a thing about it."

"You were done just watching." Gregory mumbles.

Evan nods. "...I was. So when you came along, and you survived, and dodged death, and saved everybody... you didnt deserve to die. More than the others. After all youd done, you deserved to live."

Theres a stretch of silence, after that. Evan has patience to spare, so when Gregory just stares, probably turning Evan's words over in his head, he waits.

After a while, Gregory tries to set a hand on Evan's shoulder, but it phases through. Gregory frowns, eyes downcast as he stares at his body dissipating at Gregory's touch, falling away like sand. "You havent felt alive in a long time, huh...?"

Theres that connection, again. Evan's gonna have to get used to this; he hasnt been connected to someone this way since Cassidy.

He nods, but in the melancholy, he smiles, and looks pointedly at Gregory. "Yeah," He agrees. "but that changed."

Gregory understands quickly. Evan pushed all of his feelings and earnesty towards that seemingly now permanent sense of Gregory presence, after all. He looks suprised, if his wide eyes are any indication, but then he finally sees the undeniable smile on Evans face, and Evan can sense that Gregory believes him.

Tears swim in Gregory's eyes, and he wipes at them half heartedly, grin on his face. He chuckles wetly. "Would you believe me if I said nobody has ever said something like that to me?"

Evan fractures, smiling. "Not really. I doubt you've met a lot of other dead people."

"Youd be right." Gregory replies. "Man, I wish I could hug you. It doesnt feel right just letting you sit there and be all... ghosty after saying something like that."

Evan chuckles at that, smile wide. "Put your arms around me."

Gregory raises a brow, but does it anyway.

It's funny. How Gregory, a boy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time saved the ones at the heart of the tragedy. He saved everyone without being involved himself, and Evan cant help but feel like Gregory saved him as well, in a way.

And Evan, who shuts his eyes and brings forth every ounce of power he has as a poltergeist, let's his body fall against another solid one, and sink into the hug.

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#i kinda just wanted to explore evans character.#he isnt present in the day of security breach (he finally got some rest thank god)#but i imagine it would be even more miserable than before.#before #he had cassidy after a few years of being completely alone #but he had to watch the others become like animals #save for charlie.#now #he knows his family is dead #and that theyre waiting for him. but he has to stay tethered to the real world because of cassidy #shes determined to keep afton in hell #but when glitchtrap was created (its what we thought before ruin. w glitchtrap being afton but not actually him) he rained hell upon the pi #and hes forced to stay miserable and away from his family for her. plus he has to watch other children die without being able to do anythin #i just think it would be really awful. hes lost his tether #he probably felt empty for a long time. years and years. but then gregory comes along and he has somebody again :)#imagine 3 star fam happens as normal but now with evan!#he and gregory are soul bonded now and basically brothers lol. remnant brothers. golden duo just became golden triplets #flashlight duo #my fics #pandas writes #gregory and evan #evan afton #fnaf gregory #fnaf fic #blood warning #death warning #knife warning #stabbing warning #stabbing mention #implied death

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puppsworld · 8 months

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a lot of ppl really liked my soggy rain, so have more rain (ft sodo bc they're!!! matching!!!)

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghost #sodomizer ghoul #sodomizer ghost #rain ghoul #rain ghost #they just painted their nails. the reasons for why rain is soggy at the moment are unknown (something dumb perchance)#they also have!! opposite eyes. rain has the most beautiful big dark eyes you've ever seen and dew has staring into your soul husky eyes #i also think im happier with dew's hair this time. it was going to be a lot wilder but i tamed it down a lot more. rip cunty ass wild hair.#its still wildish i just cannot draw it the way it looks in my mind ykn???

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nutria--oscura · 5 months

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[looks at my 9 kickworthy soulmates au fics.] so... if Hermie doesn't have a soul...

#CAN HE STILL BE A SOULMATE?#DO MY AUS HAVE TO BE “HERMIE HAS A SOUL AU”/ “SOUL!HERMIE AU” NOW????#cause this just clicked for me and i screamed #the soul and the goof - a kickworthy soulmates au saga #<- RIGHT??#kickworthy #hermie unworthy #herman unworthy #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads spoilers #whispers of the raine

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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year

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I can't express to you how much I adore Weaver Márquez. The ghost in the static. A mystery not a puzzle. A person gone but still taking up space. A thing still leaving marks after it's gone.

#i love her i love her i love her #one of the very very very few characters i relate to across any media piece. i can only think of 4 that i relate to even a little #shes more unteathered to reality than i am but shes an odd person with bizarre niche extremely academic interests #who just drifts through places like a ghost. more memory than person #she makes me so sad but i guess everyone in kr0 is a tragedy #but weaver is like thr 2nd big anomaly u meet. standing in her farmhouse where a grave out front reads marquez even though as far as #Shannon knows its not a family member and her one last echo of impact on the world is seemingly to guide Shannon to a place where maybe she #can make somwthing better once the rain has washed everything away #uuuuuugh its such a beautiful gorgeous game that i love so so so much #as an Appalachian i feel it in my soul Even tho im not from Kentucky and i was lucky enough to grow up not in poverty the town where i went #to school was better than a mining town but still poor rural America #its just a game that changed my brain chemistry #kentucky route zero #krz #kr0

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diorsbrando · 3 months

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i am having fun rewatching bleach, and i honestly don’t remember it being this emotional & deep so early on?????????

#i love having a bleach brain rot <3 #ʬʬ.sosa speaks.com #i’m like wasn’t it supposed to be more serious later on????#man it has been a while #granted i don’t remember it being this funny either like the silly moments be taking me out #but damn some of this other stuff makes me wanna cry (my eyes got teary)#like the thing with orihime’s brother #chad bonding with that kid yuichi when his soul was trapped ina bird #ugh and what GOT ME? what made me had to pause for a moment #was the first time they talked about masaki and what happened to her #it rained the day before her death anniversary 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#thinking about ‘everything but the rain’ and i fell to my knees crying get me outta here #this is so sad

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tickfleato · 10 months

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sorry for all the fungerposting actually not sorry but i do think its been really funny that like. i watched that video abt it was like wow that sounds really hard and frustrating i’m not good at games i probably won’t get far in it but i’ll play anyway. And then i played it and i was like oh this is just genuinely an enjoyable game and nowhere near the most frustrating ive ever played! and ppl were like ‘you have something wrong with you’

#granted i REALLY havent gotten very far in it so far but ive definitely had annoying deaths in it #however my soul has been hardened by playing hollow knight and rain world and roguelikes.#tick biz

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deathbind · 1 day

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Serot's own arsenal of spells and generally how he applies necrotic magic differs from modern day Anactaci. You can clearly see the foundation he laid, but it has been over a thousand years. The order has evolved considerably in that time. There's also the fact that he was reborn at level one and has structured his skills to suit his present needs, but [hand waves]

There are different sects and roles within the Anactaci who call on the Plane of Death in different ways, but certain generalities can be relied upon. Their magic is largely geared toward what would be considered divination. They are the bridge between this life and the next, the messengers of eternity. They commune both with the souls of the dead and with spirits — chiefly spirits / entities on the Plane of Death but spirits of all types, including those like Refhremmit. Indeed, every City of Eternity has one Anactaci dedicated to communing with their patron. It is a sacred office.

Beyond that, their magic is deeply focused on the soul and the threshold between life and death. They are adept at identifying and countering curses or maladies of the soul. They are adept at identifying and addressing possessions or spiritual attachments. The skilled can manipulate the ravages of time on a body or object (a skill shared with the Manthu). The most skilled of all can leave their bodies behind to inhabit ritually prepared objects; these become the teachers of the Anactaci and keepers of the deepest mysteries.

Yes of course, they animate and preserve corpses, either directly or by calling a spirit to inhabit it. This is part of Meketi funerary rites. But, simply making dead things move is only part of their skillset. Indeed, it's the most basic part.

Anactaci are bound by sacred oaths to turn their magic to holy purpose and with a thought for balance always. However, a truly irate or unscrupulous Anactaci could do serious damage. Particularly if they are skilled. Insidious curses and nigh-undetectable possessions (i.e. slowly driving a person to madness with ill luck or nightmares; far worse curses are possible). Yanking a person's soul directly from their body, either holding it captive or causing it to become lost. Learning secrets from spirits or from souls that can utterly destroy a person. Causing them to rapidly age, turning to sun-bleached bone before their eyes, one limb at a time. Or causing them to wither, then return to their correct age, then wither, then return to their correct age — over and over until they don't know whether they're alive or dead. If capable of severing their soul from their body, they can possess others directly, influencing or totally overriding their will. They might not touch a person at all; they might sap all life from their home instead.

Fortunately, such corrupt Anactaci are rare — and swiftly dealt with.

#META / HC: WORLDBUILDING.#RE: ANACTACI #this isn't a polished meta #but I'm reading about Chosen so obvs magical abilities are on my mind #Serot's rain of blood and animate blood he learned as a ghul lord have the fucking pizzazz #but modern Anactaci are frightening in ways you don't think to fear til it's too late #or rather they have the potential to be if they forsake their oaths #which has consequences. Anactaci and Manthu both are literally bound by their oaths. those tattoos aren't merely aesthetic #but that's a discussion for another time #Serot getting angry enough to yank someone's soul directly out of their body tho . . .#he would have to be beyond incensed for that #and would feel absolutely disgusted with himself afterward. like might vomit type of disgusted #still. if Serot wasn't a moral man. he could be horrifying #he could make your blood boil you alive from the inside #he could make your own body turn against you while you're trapped inside helpless #he could keep your soul in a jar while he puppets your body #and allows you to learn whether the incorporeal can feel torment #he could call the Plane of Death into your very soul and watch it consume all life within you #and leave your body to infect anyone else nearby with the same fate #he could banish part of you to the Plane of Death so that the part of you on the Material Plane experiences that torment without reprieve #and must live from then on missing something with a searing ache that was swallowed by death itself #or he could banish you there just briefly and pull you back before you exploded. dangling you just above death like a pot of boiling oil #he could call down plagues. he could raise droves of undead their ranks replenished by their victims #he could drain life from the very earth itself #he WON'T but he COULD #well also it's gonna take time to get back to the power level he was at before dying in his first life #and frankly he doesn't want to be back at the level if he doesn't have to be #but y'know. first life. if he'd been a cruel man.

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fearforthestorm · 3 months

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it is such a shame that rainstorms are a consistent migraine trigger for me because I love the rain so much but especially I love the way that the rain makes my city look. it goes all gray and lit-from-within at civil twilight and the skyscrapers at city center stretch up so high that the shapes lose definition and it's something that I am just so so fond of.

#not to mention the classic streetlights and wet pavement. thats always been a particular little thing that ive loved #it feels more like autumn than late winter today which makes me a little upset but driving in rain is better than driving in ice at least #im in a bit of a really strange introspective mood now that ive finally cleared the worst of the migraine #a lot of stuff has happened for me lately that i havent talked about on here at all just to a couple of close friends.#and im kind of. actively trying? to stop caring so much about telling people about things.#a couple weeks ago i did something that not a soul on earth knows. and they never will. and it was SO FREEING.#<- not anything bad or whatever just. a regular thing that happened that i didnt tell anyone about.#idk. im trying a lot more lately to worry less about sharing my life and more about just living it. its good i think.#youll probably still get luke. hyperspecific emotional/contemplative oversharing in the tags sometimes #but ive been doing a lot more things that im not telling anyone about. that exist just for me. and im gonna keep doing that.#.lyr

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sunlessea · 10 months

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FINALLY. AT LONG LAST. GODS TAG DROP. FREE ME.

#` ✞ sapphir’d king. ⁞ white light fades to red as i enter the city of the dead.#` ✞ king of hours. ⁞ if the pen is mightier than the sword‚ how is war so adored?#` ✞ dawn machine. ⁞ they let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled.#` ✞ clockwork sun. ⁞ but the time to forgive is gone‚ the day has passed‚ the night has come.#` ✞ salt. ⁞ done with my graceless heart‚ i’ll cut it out and restart.#` ✞ stone. ⁞ sanctus espiritus‚ redeem us from our solemn hour.#` ✞ storm. ⁞ convicted for my faith‚ addicted to my fate‚ i was drowned in waves.#` ✞ flowermaker. ⁞ weaved revelations like the flowers through his hair.#` ✞ moth. ⁞ recognize that i could be the eye of the storm.#` ✞ velvet. ⁞ if i drown in the river‚ will my soul be delivered?#` ✞ wolf divided. ⁞ holy water cannot help you now‚ i’ve come to burn your kingdom down.#` ✞ mare in the trees. ⁞ deep into the woods with you‚ a creature with no god in you.#` ✞ witness. ⁞ touch my mouth and cut out my tongue‚ i will never be your chosen one.#` ✞ crowned growth. ⁞ when you become untouchable‚ you're unable to touch.#` ✞ andromeda. ⁞ forgiving who you are‚ for what you stand to gain.#` ✞ orionis. ⁞ just know that if you hide‚ it doesn't go away.#` ✞ red grail. ⁞ one misstep‚ you're mine : better stay clever if you want to survive.#` ✞ sun in rags. ⁞ hanging by threads of palest silver‚ i could've stayed that way forever.#` ✞ nymphesse. ⁞ i dream of rain‚ i dream of love as time runs through my hand.#` ✞ beachcomber. ⁞ he’s such a charmer‚ all the bugs and their larvae follow‚ a modern desperado.#` ✞ watchman. ⁞ i am the observer‚ i’m a witness of life‚ i live in the space between the stars and the sky.#` ✞ thunderskin. ⁞ i know i'll never reclaim your love‚ all those nights you made me swoon.#` ✞ flowergirl. ⁞ they thought they heard a voice that said‚ come and take me away from here.#` ✞ cassiopeia. ⁞ our chains were meant to break‚ you'll never change me.#` ✞ comtesse. ⁞ and can't you tell the way i reach for you‚ i wear my halo in disguise.#` ✞ waste waif. ⁞ follow me into the endless night‚ i can bring your fears to life.#` ✞ the unseelie court. ⁞ don't be afraid‚ the shadows know you.

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littleblueberryartist · 2 years

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GLITCH MULTIVERSE MASTERPOST

SLAPS THIS AU: This crack idea can split into so many fucking layered variants

Anyway remember how I mentioned that me and @raindropcroptop have generated so much content for the glitch au that it's split off into multiple variants? Yeah we finally got around to compiling them

(#glitch au is the overarching tag but you can use the variant names to narrow it down)

Glitch!Ingo au

In a time of need, Giratina reaches out for a friend.

In an unavoidable tragedy, Ingo is ripped from his life and distorted beyond repair.

He wanders the Distortion World, ultimately encountering a frenzied Giratina. Eventually, Ingo seeks answers to the nature of his identity while learning to cope with his new life, breaking out of the Distortion world after Volo tries to frenzy Giratina again. Realizing he can leave, Ingo discovers a new life in Hisui, surrounded by strange occurrences and new faces that remind him of things he cannot name.

Hisui, on the other hand, is not at all prepared for the monstrosity from the rift.

Glitch!Emmet au

Emmet, driven by grief, leaves his home to search for any clues regarding his brother’s disappearance. Eventually he finds himself in the volcanic corpse of Cinnabar, and his life is changed forever.

In the same space in a different time, Mew calls from its place in captivity. Emmet does not get a choice in answering that call.

However, Mew’s powers are not meant to move a human being through such an ordeal. Emmet emerges in the past, forever changed. He sees the suffering Rocket has brought to this world, and knows what he must do. With a new purpose, Emmet sets out to end an evil team and hopes to regain what he has lost.

In Lavender Town, a young trainer feels a hand on his shoulder.

M&M au (cross dimensional glitch fusion)

In which no one could predict that two anomalies meeting would fuse them steven universe style

Mindscape & Mindscape, the manifestations of glitch!Ingo and glitch!Emmet’s psyches meet!

Together Again au (*non*-cross dimensional glitch fusion ;-;)

A tragedy they could not avoid, the bad end fusion au.

In which it was take the risk or die. Ingo glitches Emmet and the resulting being is neither yet both of them.

Radio Station au (Previous All Together, renamed to avoid confusion)

"It was supposed to be a tragedy, but it changed into a sitcom, we're fine" - Aqua

Update: Well that was a lie! Much like Together Again this is so much worse than expected.

Info!Ingo au

Remember the crack idea that started it all? Yeah this is it babey!

Ingo falls through the space between worlds and distorts. But this time Arceus notices. He’s too far gone to be returned to how he was before but not too far gone to become untouchable by god. The solution? Punt him into the most stable pokemon body available (Porygon Z) and trap him let him live in the Arc-Phone! Shenanigans ensue, especially once they find out how to get internet access >:)

Rotomphone!Ingo au

literally the same as info!ingo except he can possess appliances to do chores (and cause chaos)

Info!Emmet au

Starts off much like the glitch!Emmet au, however this time Arceus is a little more attentive. Knowing the future that glitch!Emmet leads to, they went “none of that thanks” so now he’s a porygon z. Wait fuck doesn’t Team Rocket catch porygo-

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