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Best 2023 FNAF Song: Round 1A
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Back For Another Bite (JTMusic)
Ruined Lullaby (CG5)
Brought This On Yourself (TryHardNinja)
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Just a small update! (This will ALSO be put on my pinned post huehe)
For my Lackadaisy fanfiction series Flowers, Gunfights and Genocide, I am going to align it as much as possible. What I mean by this is that I'm trying to make it a different character-centric fic each time for this series. I wanted to do a trilogy, but my brain decided haha nevermind let's go full blown series.
Below the Surface is Mordecai-centric, I came to terms with, after someone left a comment on the fic mentioning it. With this idea in mind, yes, it is moreso about him. It's moreso about coming to terms with past relationships and new threats, while dealing with being grouped with the Lackadaisy Trio. While it brings some pain to him, he has to learn to push through it. It's increasingly difficult with the Rose Brigade, more specifically Lacrimosa. I won't spoil it for those who didn't read the fic, but she is one difficult woman.
The second fic will be titled Ruined Lullaby. I will try to have this be more Serafine and Nico-centric. I want to give as much characterization and love to all characters as much as possible. A plan of mine would have them, along with Mordecai and the Lackadaisy Trio to New Orleans for a rum-running gig. It would be a two-week long trip, with some dangerous things unfolding. A mysterious figure known as the Shadow Man, an infamous voodoo expert with a charismatic flair to him. He's a secret killer, but has a bigger surprise: he's Serafine and Nico's long lost father. We'll also get more insight on James and Mandisa, as they try to plan their wedding there! We also get more of Silas and Raquelle, but Raquelle's mental state isn't necessary the greatest. Finally, we get a fragment of Lacrimosa's family life...
The third fic will be Lovely Things. This will be more Rocky-centric, but it's more or less a flashback the first couple of chapters, before it settles into the real plot. Somehow, his ties are connected to Roxanna in a way... (for those confused, Roxanna is a new character in Below the Surface!) Roxanna is still a hire for Lacrimosa, but Lacrimosa is going through some changes...with her and the Shadow Man becoming closer, it's apparent that things have gotten heated: not in a good way, however. Roxanna changes targets from the Lackadaisy speakeasy itself to the Marigold and Daisy group.
One fic will be titled Lullaby Dies, which will be the finale of the series. I do not know what will come before this, but it's my plan to keep this title of the fic, and an actual fic, being the finale. It will be bittersweet, but people will NOT go unscathed. It WILL be one of the shorter fics! Just a preference.
Future fics will be Freckle and Ivy-centric, as well as Silas and Raquelle-centric, James and Mandisa-centric, Celeste-centric, and Lacrimosa-centric. It's going to be a lot, in the end.
So far, this is all of what is on my list/my intentions on how I want to have this series to go. It's definitely going to be fun, and I cannot wait to see your reactions when it all comes together! Thank you so much for the continuous support, as well as the friendships I made with so many people. This really means a lot to me.
Take care! <3
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thinkinrealhard · 9 months
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god i love cassie so much. i'm gonna do more stuff with her, because it ended up working so well. -- same with gregory/grimic/mimic, for that matter.
and as always, my love <3 roxy
i've gotta remember to write more on my Sun hurt/no-comfort angst fic. i'll forget forever if i don't
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amphibian-asassin · 9 months
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My favorite line is “hush little baby don’t say a word” was the last song he had ever heard. Poor mother woke up to a long-lost son. The monster’s task was already done
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slugsby-pt2 · 23 days
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(this is specifically for u @violetspetal )
CAL IS NOT THE 988’ER OF THE TWO: ITS ANDRE
andre is the cutter in the army of two. I know we all wanna headcannon! Cal as that because he’s Dylan’s counterpart but no. In my heart of hearts, this guy is not depressed in the way he hates himself and has to punish himself. He hates the world and having to be apart of society, a society that’s so cruel and wrong.
Andre’s different. Cal and Andre are quite alike in the sense that they hate everyone and want to die, but Andre hates himself for not being accepted, for not being normal enough to be liked. He probably hates Rachel because of this reason. Andre knows that him and Cal are one and the same—with Cal being more disturbed than him—and he can’t have Rachel. He doesn’t want her but what she symbolizes. Passing. Normality. Having someone that isn’t afraid of you and likes you even if you’re a bit “weird”.
Sure, I��m probably reading into Eric’s diaries way too much when it comes to Andre, but Andre hates the world and himself for not being accepted and liked. Andre probably tried really hard to make friends and be seen as normal coded in elementary and middle school, and by the time he met Cal, he realized no matter what he could do, he’d never pass. He found Cal and saw himself in him. (The reason why Andre has Cal.)
But yeah, Andre sees himself as the problem and world also as the problem. He’s too “woke” (not in the general sense but in the way that he “sees the world for how it really is”) and self aware to be like everyone else. He’s going to punish the world (the shooting) and himself (the cutting and his death).
Other headcanons:
Andre is really ritualistic and particular about his sessions. It’s always the same way, even when he’s freaking out and pissed as all hell. Turns on a movie, some kind of background noise, locks his door and gets his tools (specific army knife that he’s had since he was 12, and gauze and antiseptic spray).
he isn’t like those cutters that just free bleed and trust they won’t get an infection, even though their bed is dirty and they don’t shower enough (me, I’m talking about me). He runs everything precise and well planned.
He thinks wrist cutters are stupid attention seekers and keeps it to his upper thighs, ankles, and a specific part of his chest (track eliminates a lot of potential areas). He makes fun of cutters even though he does it.
Also, Cal knows about it and is kind of concerned, but doesn’t want to interfere. He probably brought it up to Andre once and Andre raged and basically shittily gaslit Cal into dropping the subject.
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houndfaker · 11 months
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is forever enough, is forever enough
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sec-heriablangel · 6 months
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(Journey's end) Gold ruins Thanksgiving
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fazeruined · 4 months
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New verse added!
.......essentially: Vengeful Spirit Cassie, ahah h.... ouchies
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isasan347 · 1 year
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A while ago I made a poll about which link would laugh during a horror movie.
Tetra. It’s tetra.
I wrote their links in parentheses in case you weren’t familiar with the nicknames of the Zeldas
Aurora is Zelda I ( AoL ) and Dawn is the first Zelda Hyrule rescued (LoZ or Hyrule Fantasy)
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dracolunae · 9 months
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It’s very fun, watching X-Men: First Class again, because they’re really dedicated to making the actors speak the languages of the place they’re in, so you get a lot of German and some French and Spanish. I can’t say much about the quality of the latter 2 but the German is very interesting for me because with a lot of characters you can tell they’re making english speakers do their best (which is actually not bad! I can understand everything!) but with 1 or 2 that only show up for a scene those could very well be actual German speakers!
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Best FNAF Fan Song Loser's Bracket: Side 1 - Round 1
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In The Ruins (TryHardNinja)
Ruined Lullaby (CG5)
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"Hush little baby, don't say a word," was the last song he had e̶̹̙͕̹͎̪͇̹̩͜͝v̵̥̆͋́͗̐̎̒̄̾͆e̶̲̻͕̩͊̽̇͛̆́̾͛̏̓͊̑̅̋̚ͅr̷̭̰͖̳͌̓̑̂̋́̓͛̽̚ ̵̬̖͈̗̟̬̩́̆̔̿͋͗ḩ̶̛̛̬̬̝͎̺͈͈̮͓̜̱̞͓̍̆̔͛̍͐͂̍̀͠͠e̸̳͚̩͉̰͋̎̎͊̽̈́̑̄à̷̢̢̱̝̖̙̼̹̲̜̣͎̼͚̂̏͊͌͜ṟ̴̜̦͕̞͎͕̪̰̖̝̘̱̈́͗͋̉̔̋͌̏̏͋͑̌͂͛͜͝ͅd̸̟͙̫̟̘̼͖̙͆̑̔̾̿͐̐͛̓̋̚͜͠ͅ
Call out your RUINED LULLABY.
(normal txt.: "Hush little baby, don't say a word," was the last song he had ever heard.)
Just a little sneak peek of an upcoming OC I'm designing for Ruined Lullaby! And looking at her, she oddly resembles someone within the Daisygold Group... ;)
Stay tuned for more <3
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zmeydeva-arch · 2 years
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          ˖ °.    CRIMSON  PEAK  PROMPTS  ⥽   (  ACCEPTING  !
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         THE FOREST HAS ALWAYS HAD A SENTIENCE,  A SEMBLANCE OF AWARENESS OF SELF.   the treescape shifts and morphs to suit its bidding and the labyrinth of foliage has claimed its queen.   a woman that sought,   not to tame this terrain,   but to become a guardian of it.  there is a close kinship between the dragon and all manner of beasts    ━    she is at one with them,   at home.   in this cycle she has been awake for half a century cultivating these lands.   ambushes of tigers with their coats of frost began to appear in the thick of these lost woods,  the rivers flowed with a fierce swiftness,   and the air carried a chill ill-suited for this region a millennia prior.   she is crowned in the wilds,   a flower taken from the desert and given the opportunity to take root in kinder soil.   THE GROUND WAS NURTURING YET THE DRAGON HAS FOSTERED A BRUTALITY HERE.  
       i will be the hunter and you the prey.   these are the war games we render   ━   though they would not liken them to the frivolity of competition,  they do nothing for the sake of sport.   for them she exaggerates expectations,   she lets the violence be real.   she was a winged thing pursuing them through mountain laurel:   maw snapping,   singing the promise of electricity.   her claws had made their mark at a certain point,   enough to tear at fabric and just barely snag at skin,   revealing thin lines of crimson.   she dived low and caught them behind the back,  dragging them to the woodland floor.   the canopy is thick here,   the pines crowded around them like inquisitive onlookers.   when she descends now she is a woman with her scales partially shed yet remnants gleamed,  an onyx frame to her face.  
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        she turns them over in the rain-soaked earth and their hair is mired with the grime.   cascading onto the knight she sets herself over his fallen form,   wings eclipsing all the world around them.   ❛   you said you would not flee from me,   not here,   not in all the years to come.   ❜   play acting,   as she does not give voice to the true meaning behind the prick of ire.   I CANNOT SIT THE THRONE YOU SERVE;   I AM NO GODDESS,   BUT I AM THE GROUND BENEATH YOUR FEET AND THE STARS HUNG ABOVE YOUR HEAD.   her thumbs worry away at the cloth of their shroud   ━   a fervent tenderness even in the wake of her strife.   this is a benediction,  their closeness profound enough to claim topography.   ❛   i’m afraid i should go mad if i stay.  ❜  @wrrnth​​ in a rare,  muttered plea rears up at her.   in retaliation palms press into his chest,  nails curling into the flesh…   past armor and past resistance.  
         ❛   then go mad.   ❜   the depravity of her grin is a feat of horrid beauty   ━   THIS IS THE SKY IN MID-TEMPEST;   THE ONSLAUGHT,   THE INVASION,   THE TORRENT.   gore from her last meal split across her teeth,   fringed scarlet.   it spoils the splendor of the sight of her,   it exacerbates the fatalism found in her mystique.   ❛   let me take it from you.   ❜   the fangs lay claim to the crest of skin revealed through her prior sundering,  that edge of a collar bone.   red,  red,  and more red,  red like their vigilant eyes.   ❛   i want to see your face when all the reason leaves you   ━    ❜   another bite,  ivory asserting itself over the hollow of their throat.   with the puncture comes a kiss of a ravenous animal,   it worries away at that wound and then drags upward.   ❛  put yourself in my hands,   hayato.   ❜   a final act of liturgy;   i speak your ancient name,  i call you for what you are.   concluding invocation and her mouth moves over their own as she swallows those syllables and kills them with longing. 
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5nake-eater · 2 years
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Anyways! I saw an absolutely horrendous production of Mother Courage and Her Children tonight that managed to cut out a good 30% of the content (all of which was essential to the play’s dramaturgy and central thesis) and still managed to run 3 hours because they decided to insert a bunch of random shit that attempted humor.
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thefouraboveall · 29 days
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Tag Dump.
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