#“within every building made with pride the architect is trapped inside”

[chocolatespyro]

thinking abt the amv again....

[nostalgic-muffins]

who wouldve thought that trying to remember the writing on the wall by will stetson lyrics while listening to usseewa would be difficult!! /silly

[an-inspired-eternity]

within every building made with pride, the architect is trapped inside bleeding paint, a shattered heart / that’s what makes a work of art

yeah, amia doesn't have a fun time in the second half of og's storyline, with the amount of having the people they care about in mortal danger they have to deal with

[NO REBIRTH SPOILERS IN NOTES]

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[sotogalmo]

8 (5? days ago) — 9:48

Honestly. Writing on the Wall by Will Stetson, makes me think of lots of our Alnst OCs, but like. I dunno how to explain it- (I'm dissecting them all like frogs)

Song (Writing On The Wall, by Will Stetson):

“Palaces of silver and gold, Cannot be designed overnight. It's like the saying I've often been told: "No matter the cost, do things right"

You have to be careful, you have to be diligent. Planning and measuring every detail. Creating is drawing, erasing and drawing again.

And I've never been in it for fame or attention. I only work hard so the structures won't fail. But seeing it finished is worth every Mora I spend

Within every building made with pride. The architect lives on inside

Shining paint, a marble heart: That's what makes a work of art. We build and we play, sculpting dreams out of clay

With the hope that our towers don't fall. That we won't have to see the writing on the wall

The more you work, the higher the stakes, and the bigger the sorrows to drown. 'Cause one mistake is all that it takes for the walls to come crumbling down

You have to ignore them, the echoing voices, that cackle and curse as you toil away. Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines

And the shadowy figures, they're nothing but shadows. Like ink on a page, they have nothing to say... But maybe, just maybe, they're trying to give me a sign

That in every building made with pride. The architect remains inside

Peeling paint, a heavy heart: That's what makes a work of art

We scream and we pray. Sculpting dreams out of clay

As we try not to look at the scrawl. The message of doom, the writing on the wall

Every day we play this game of chance. Whirling through a desperate dance. Sketching visions in our heads, just to see them ripped to shreds.

This road that we share... Doesn't lead anywhere

But there's nothing an artist can do. When you swing your brush, you have to follow through

Within every building made with pride: The architect is trapped inside

Bleeding paint, a shattered heart: That's what makes a work of art

I'll fight for control. But the right way takes a toll

And still, at the end of it all

I can't escape my fate

The writing's on the wall.”

So, those are the lyrics. And now I will be connecting them to almost all of our OCs or the best I can that it, which will be under cut! (I gotten more weird at the end, but eh. I hope you don't mind it???)

"Palaces of silver and gold, Cannot be designed overnight. It's like the saying I've often been told: ”No matter the cost, do things right“." — the intro lyric, which I think fits almost all of our OCs. But it mainly makes me think of Solei ( @solei-eclipse ) and Rose ( @rosedeleca ). Rose has made a gift for Solei, and Solei has made a gift for Azure ( @4listr ).

"You have to be careful, you have to be diligent. Planning and measuring every detail. Creating is drawing, erasing and drawing again." — once again, goes with the top. How Rose and Solei are both very artistic, making gifts for others. But also Himei ( @lookatmysillies ), if I remember correctly, she can make clothes!

"And I've never been in it for fame or attention. I only work hard so the structures won't fail. But seeing it finished is worth every Mora I spend." — Azure, Solei, and others. I mean, it's fitting ain't it? Azure practically says the same thing when interviewed (even though he really doesn't care at all). 'seeing it finish is worth every Mora I spend' can go with how the others react towards being given a gift

"Within every building made with pride. The architect lives on inside." — smth smth, I just find it,, nice?? That like. After para made their OC, we all jumped in to join them. I like to think that para was the starting point on how far we've come; like the glue that holds this community that we build!

"Shining paint, a marble heart: That's what makes a work of art. We build and we play, sculpting dreams out of clay" — The first lyrics 'shining paint, a marble heart: that's what makes a work of art' kinda makes me think of Moran ( @geospiral ) and Tov ( @ivanttakethis ). 'we build and we play, sculpting dreams out of clay', I dunno I dunno. Just the fact that Solei made a butterfly gift for Azure. Maybe they used clay? I dunno

"With the hope that our towers don't fall. That we won't have to see the writing on the wall." — animation with a metaphorical area that only a few characters look towards; it's like a church of sorts. I guess it can be said that the church looks like some vampire castle? Or some abandoned church that is! They look towards it, and just. Stare- like there are words there or a ghost of sorts. Dian ( @rockwgooglyeyes ) and others that share his personality, are half looking at it while also looking towards the future with a relaxed and “cocky” pose if that makes sense. The ones looking back are the ones with the opposite of Dian and others' personality. They are staring right at it, and the ones FULLY optimistic (Flor I would say?) are FULLY looking away from the abandoned church, and looking into the bright side of the wall? Or of the sky.

"The more you work, the higher the stakes, and the bigger the sorrows to drown. 'Cause one mistake is all that it takes for the walls to come crumbling down." — Solei, and their whole escape. Sai vs Vera ( @junebluues ). And others planning their escape or something similar

"You have to ignore them, the echoing voices, that cackle and curse as you toil away. Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines." — Rosca, and others with a somewhat similar mean personality. Ignore them, and just live on. But of course, they are also the same. To ignore them is to ignore the aliens. And that's what they want to do. That's why she (Rosca) likes her (Flor).

"And the shadowy figures, they're nothing but shadows. Like ink on a page, they have nothing to say... But maybe, just maybe, they're trying to give me a sign." — Aliens, are nothing but aliens and observers. Don't they do anything helpful. We are in the garden, and it's nice! .. but what they tell us.... Why is it always repeated?

"That in every building made with pride. The architect remains inside." — 'remains' in many ways. Body parts, no matter the area. Or even no matter the blood that oozes or just bursts out. 'made with pride' is what the aliens share when they talk about them, dead or alive.

"Peeling paint, a heavy heart: That's what makes a work of art." — 'that's what makes a work of art', is what most alien guardians will say when they talk about the troubles that some pets make. 'peeling paint,' faces and facades are falling. 'a heavy heart', Tov. She understands it well. Even if she really doesn't, she does feel it. Others as well- but by her logs and reactions.

"We scream and we pray. Sculpting dreams out of clay." — The stage, that is what this explains. To show our dreams to these beasts who have no souls. To scream 'it 's so much fun!' 'i like this!' or anything they want to hear. To pray? Impossible, the church is crumbling.

"As we try not to look at the scrawl. The message of doom, the writing on the wall." — 'Message of doom', always to know our end; prophesized. It's easy to forget it just for a little moment. But it'll never be enough.

"Every day we play this game of chance. Whirling through a desperate dance. Sketching visions in our heads, just to see them ripped to shreds." —

"This road that we share... Doesn't lead anywhere." — Onyx and Dian, Isla and Monica ( @nottoonedin ), Flor and Rosca, Tallis and Himei, Daiki and Tina ( @teapotuser ), and many others. To be separated. To be gone.

"But there's nothing an artist can do. When you swing your brush, you have to follow through." — As said in these two lyrics. Nothing else to do, but to follow or be gone forever.

"Within every building made with pride: The architect is trapped inside." — Solei, with the whole fact that I just KNOW that their presence HAUNTS the narrative, and how Solei was the.. basically the building block for this whole season and this community that we made together. Moran and others too. They were the ground, why is it now so easy to fall off?

"Bleeding paint, a shattered heart: That's what makes a work of art." — Bleeding. Everything is bloody. I don't like it. ‘shattered’, is my world. Even if not, but for others. “That's what makes a work of art”, bastards.

"I'll fight for control. But the 'right way' takes a toll." — I want to live for myself! I WILL live for myself! ..... But, I'm scared.

"And still, at the end of it all" — No matter how much I don't want to feel it.. or know it

"I can't escape my fate. The writing's on the wall" — I can't... oh God. Two dead bodies, Solei is missing. ... Another one was added.

The flowers always wilting, ghosts to haunt and of different states of minds or feelings.... (~ piano; outro. Along with some Dark Wood Circus lyrics)

[caluupin]

Within every building made with pride, The architect is trapped inside

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

Okay people hear me out

"Writing on the Wall" by Will Stetson but with Malitae, Deltavera, and Fable.

Reasoning is that they're all gods that create! the artists of the gods, if you will

Lyric analysis underneath cut!

---------------Malitae----------------

Palaces of silver and gold Cannot be designed overnight - Palace of light for Vikesh It's like the saying I've often been told "No matter the cost, do things right" - Malitae with Rae's skirt

You have to be careful You have to be diligent - Malitae painting, drawing, etc all the paintings Planning and measuring every detail - Different portraits Creating is drawing, erasing and drawing again - Portrait, portrait smudged, another portrait And I've never been in it for fame or attention I only work hard, so the structures won't fail - invisible hands sewing But seeing it finished is worth every mora I spend - Malitae with Wolf/Fenris's new outfit!

Within every building made with pride The architect lives on inside - sketches of Malitae's Island Shining paint, a marble heart - Frog with hat, dragon That's what makes a work of art - the sun-moon thing! We build and we play Sculpting dreams out of clay - maybe with what malitae is making rn? With the hope that our towers don't fall That we won't have to see the writing on the wall - TBD

---------------Deltavera----------------

The more you work, the higher the stakes And the bigger the sorrows to drown - Delta caring for the nature 'Cause one mistake is all that it takes For the walls to come crumbling down - Delta ascending, eyes glow?

You have to ignore them, the echoing voices - Delta making more animals That cackle and curse as you toil away - humans being confused by the new creatures Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines - Enderian walking up And the shadowy figures, they're nothing but shadows - she looks him in the eye, he nods Like ink on a page, they have nothing to say - he walks away, fades to black But maybe, just maybe - Delta looks up They're trying to give me a sign - the ender dragon looks down

That in every building made with pride - Delta looks upon the bear cub The architect remains inside - He pats it's head, ruffling the hair Peeling paint, a heavy heart That's what makes a work of art We scream and we pray Sculpting dreams out of clay As we try not to look at the scrawl - (I'll figure this out later) The message of doom, the writing on the wall - Delta dying

[ there's a little bridge here- so maybe Delta's soul winding around trees and eventually into the little bear cub! Then it'll go to Fable's portion ]

------------------Fable------------------------

Every day, we play this game of chance - Fable smiles at one of the lodestar grove inhabitants Whirling through a desperate dance - switches to Fable talking to Momboo and Ocie Sketching visions in our heads - Fable talking to Rae Just to see them ripped to shreds - Glitches to Icarus yelling at Rae This road that we share - Icarus and Ven in the Cathedral, Ven's already been hit, Icarus panicking Doesn't lead anywhere - Icarus and Fable flying away But there's nothing an artist can do - Centross walking into the cave, a snarl upon his face When you swing your brush, you have to follow through - Close up of Fable. Blood fades into appearing on it

Within every building made with pride The architect is trapped inside Bleeding paint, a shattered heart - Aurelius's death, Taking Rae's shards That's what makes a work of art - stepping through the portal, Isla and Enderian in the background I'll fight for control But the right way takes a toll And still, at the end of it all I can't escape my fate, the writing's on the wall - Will be decided later on! TBD

[orphic-exe-archived]

within every building made with pride

the architect is trapped inside.

[theobs3ssivepuppeteer]

”Within every building made with pride the architect is trapped inside” (Writing On The Wall, Will Wood)

Without shadows:

Infodump under the cut

Henry’s Fredbear suit went off accidentally. Obviously, he did not survive.

He continued his performances as Fredbear after “waking up”, denying his death and trying to act like everything was normal.

This eventually changed to him denying the existence of “Henry”.

After some time, he completely forgot who he used to be.

He doesn’t actually call himself Fredlock (The name is out-of-universe for people to know who tf the creator means when they talk about Henry post-springlock)

After Charlie dies, she constantly tries to get Fredlock to remember his life, but she always fails.

There was no room for Cassidy in the suit with Henry’s corpse already occupying the space. With no further options, William tossed Cassidy’s body elsewhere (whereabouts unknown, the body was never found.)

Cassidy is Shadow Bonnie and Evan (Crying Child) is Shadow Freddy

In FNAF 3, Phone Dude found both Springtrap and Fredlock in the safe room.

Cut to them both fighting each other in the halls of Fazbear Frights, Michael watching through the cameras, very entertained.

Lefty does not exist in this AU (sad)

Over time, Fredlock did start to remember his life

In Pizzeria Simulator, Michael is the one who came up with the plan instead of Henry.

Fredlock swiftly accepted his death, desperate to finally end his suffering

A separate non-canon timeline of this AU exists where Fredlock and Michael find each other. Fredlock stays with Michael, and he slowly regains his memories there.

In that timeline, he doesn’t burn in the pizza sim fire.

Feel free to ask questions about the AU!

[mccnstruck]

every day we play this game of chance whilrillig. through a despreate dance sketching visions in our heads jsut to see then ripped to shreads this road that we share doesnt lead anywhere but theres nothing an artist can do when you swing your brush you have to FOLLOW THROUUGHGHGGHHGG

WITHIN EVERY BUILDING MADE WITH PRIDE THE ARCHITECT IS TRAPPED INSIDE BLEEDING PAINT A SHATTERTED HEART THATS WHAT MAKES A WORL OF ART ILL FIGHT FOR CONTROL BUT THE RIGHT WAY TAKES A TOOL AND STILL AT THE END OF IT ALL I CANT ESCAPE MY FATE THE WRITING ON THE WALLLLLLLLLLLLL

[lexisism]

palaces of silver and gold cannot be designed overnight, its like the story ive often been told no matter the cost do things right you have to be careful you have to be diligent planning and measuring every detail, creating is drawing and erasing and drawing again. i’ve never been in it for fame or attention i only work hard so the structures wont fail, and seeing it finished is worth every mora i spend. Within every building made with pride The architect lives on inside Shining paint, a marble heart That's what makes a work of art We build and we play Sculpting dreams out of clay With the hope that our towers don't fall That we won't have to see the writing on the wall The more you work, the higher the stakes And the bigger the sorrows to drown 'Cause one mistake is all that it takes For the walls to come crumbling down You have to ignore them, the echoing voices That cackle and curse as you toil away Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines And the shadowy figures, they're nothing but shadows Like ink on a page, they have nothing to say But maybe, just maybe, they're trying to give me a sign That in every building made with pride The architect remains inside Peeling paint, a heavy heart That's what makes a work of art We scream and we pray Sculpting dreams out of clay As we try not to look at the scrawl The message of doom, the writing on the wall Every day we play this game of chance Whirling through a desperate dance Sketching visions in our heads Just to see them ripped to shreds This road that we share Doesn't lead anywhere But there's nothing an artist can do When you swing your brush, you have to follow through Within every building made with pride The architect is trapped inside Bleeding paint, a shattered heart That's what makes a work of art I'll fight for control But the right way takes a toll And still, at the end of it all I can't escape my fate The writing's on the wall

[freylycoris]

[Within every building made with pride, the architect is trapped inside]

[Bleeding pain, A shattered heart.That's what makes a work of Art]

[idk-i-was-bored]

I uhh completely forgot to post it here but I wrote a fic. It’s about a quiet night between Alhaitham and Kaveh where everything is not quite what it seems

[discolesbo]

WITHIN EVERY BUILDING MADE WITH PRIDE THE ARCHITECT IS TRAPPED INSIDE

[imminent-danger-came]

i think writing on the wall by will stetson is an mk coded song lol. something something 'this road that we share doesn't lead anywhere, but there's nothing an artist can do, when you swing your brush you have to follow through' and lbd & mk's to pain scene + i think a lot of the song fits mk's and swk's parallels and also mk's creation in general (ie: 'within every building made with pride/the architect is trapped inside' and 'sculpting dreams out of clay') i have more to say here but this is getting kind of long lol

Bleeding paint, a shattered heart That’s what makes a work of art I’ll fight for control But the “right way” takes a toll And still, at the end of it all, I can’t escape my fate The writing’s on the wall

Okay so this song is literally just "No matter what I do it's going to lead to pain—it's just like the Lady Bone Demon said, it doesn't matter whether I want to help people or not! Everything I do just- it just makes things worse!" so thank you for that.

But I also think it really speaks to LBD who...all things considered, did try to do everything the "right way" the first time. She tried to guide someone with real power, an Emperor, hoping that she could use him to make a "true difference in the world". But after she failed, after she realized those who reigned didn't care about those they ruled, she decided it was best to just start over, to do away with the system entirely. And so it's like, both the "right way" and the "wrong way" to make a better world leads to pain—if you care then you hurt. With the next antagonist trying to bring about chaos, I'm thinking it's going to go the "there's no pain if you don't care! just cause chaos!" route, which would be VERY interesting for MK.

[ispreadrabieslikewildfire]

heavy breathing...huhhuhhh.....hueuhhHH.. . HURHSUAHAHHAHHHHZ.....UAHAUAUHSHSHSHSJEJDJDJDJFJFJJDFJ...GHHEHAHHAHHEHHAHAHHEHHAHHSHS HHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Every day we play this game of chance

Whirling through a desperate dance

Sketching visions in our heads

Just to see them ripped to shreds

This road that we share

Doesn't lead anywhere

But there's nothing an artist can do

When you swing your brush, you have to follow through

Within every building made with pride

The architect is trapped inside

Bleeding paint, a shattered heart

That's what makes a work of art

I'll fight for control

But the right way takes a toll

And still, at the end of it all

I can't escape my fate

The writing's on the wall

[themosthatedbeingg]

Writings on the wall -Pride Drabble/open to interactions

Lucifer was ( rudely) awaken by his staff as they pulled the curtains away from his large window in the palace letting in the sunlight , oh right the second day of pride .. he could feel his body and powers buzz from the heavy dose of sin he was taking in from above .. and yet he still felt worn out , {—- Palaces of silver and gold Cannot be designed overnight

It's like the saying I've often been told

"No matter the cost, do things right" ——— }

He made his way to the breakfast taking the advice of the few people close to him and actually eating a healthy breakfast .

He was nibbling on some toast and fruit when he caught the headline on the paper his staff brought him.

{ Pride goeth before a fall!— why include the king in at all??} a column piece about how he let the exterminations happen, how he abandoned the people .. how he’s just a shut in— the usual remarks he’s heard over and over— although apparently him being active again is just him crawling back for attention . Huh that one was new.

“It’s just a bunch of meaningless dribble sire “ one of his kitchen staff told him as they set down his coffee .

“If they feel this strongly it’s not meaningless they should take pride in their feelings” it was easy to fake a smile now he had gotten so good at it .

—- The more you work, the higher the stakes

And the bigger the sorrows to drown

'Cause one mistake is all that it takes for the walls to come crumbling down——-

He got up finished with breakfast , he ate enough he was sure .

He wasn’t blind or as stupid as he acted, he knew what the others thought about him, how they viewed him.. how he failed them again, their words and voices echoing with others in his head as he walked down the hall towards a different part of his palace .

—— You have to ignore them, the echoing voices

That cackle and curse as you toil away

Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines

And the shadowy figures, they're nothing but shadows

Like ink on a page, they have nothing to say

But maybe, just maybe

They're trying to give me a sign——

He enters a side hallway lit by stained glass depicting , the history of this month, a war and then his fall, arms reaching from above to push him down and arms from below desperate to grab and drag him down .

Another stained glass depicted hell growing and becoming something more as well as skirmishes with golden figures .. heaven . —-

He stopped by one split in half one side showing ‘happy’ demons looking up to him , the other side showing them looking angry as the glass figure of him held the decree of the exterminations . History repeats , his rise and fall all over the windows lighting up the hallway in a myriad of pride colors .

He hums softly and continues walking towards a grand piano it’s Been a while since he’s played .

His fingers glide across the keys as the song comes into affect around him. “Everyday we play this game of chance

Whirling through a desperate dance

Sketching visions in our heads

Just to see them ripped to shreds

This road that we share Doesn't lead anywhere But there's nothing an artist can do. When you swing your brush, you have to follow through “

{He plays harder, the music crescendoing his magic flowing out around him , dancing and writhing along the walls }

“Within every building made with pride The architect is trapped inside Bleeding paint, a shattered heart That's what makes a work of art I'll fight for control. But the "right way" takes a toll. And still, at the end of it all

I can't escape my fate, the writing's on the wall “

He’s draped in all the colors of pride from the stained glass windows as his fingers finally stop their dance across the keys .

Maybe one day he’ll be let off this ride when that last window is finished . It was covered up for now but he knew exactly what it would showcase .

A land of fire and a decapitated dragon with an angelic figure holding up the head in holy light .

“Palaces of silver and gold Cannot be designed overnight. It's like the saying I've often been told. "No matter the cost, do things right" “

he gets up from the piano , he has subjects he needs to take care of , no time for resting.