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purgatory-is-life · 1 month ago
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Mechtober day 6/prompt 6-Songs
@mechtober-2024 and posted on ao3 as well > Songs of Past Prophecies - Reality666Rift999 - The Mechanisms (Band) [Archive of Our Own]
sorry this is a bit later than the others i had some life stuff that meant i couldn't finish this yesterday ahead of time kalfjkldf
tw just i think?? lack of control/references to lacking control, typical Prophecy shenanigans are mentioned, not being listened to in the past, dissociation/implied dissociation, mentioned sleep walking (sleep-playing the violin?), let me know if you need me to tag something else too!
Brian wandered around Aurora’s many corridors, twisting and turning and warping as time passed. It was cold. He didn’t think he’d ever like the cold again, after being pulled from the freezing emptiness of the Void. And yet here he was, relishing the cold against his metal face, walking around barefoot to feel the cold, steel floor against his cold, brass skin. Brian couldn’t–didn’t want to–sleep. Whatever sleeping technically looked like for him. It’s not like he was tired, anyway.
And if he went to sleep, he’d just be subjected either to that horrible, overwhelming heat, an overwhelming warmth so strong he could barely register anything besides it and pain and then-nothing, before the cycle restarted again, and if not that dream it would be something else. Mordred walking into Camelot from Annwn, Galahad sitting on the Siege Seat and being overwhelmed by the visions it showed, Mordred launching his father into Camelot, Arthur refusing to heed his warning because he couldn’t tell Arthur that Mordred was once his daughter and now his son. Gawain and Mordred and that final slaughter of everyone in Camelot and everyone from Annwn. That frightening image from Arthur’s perspective, of holding a gun to Lancelot and Gwen’s head (sometimes, if he was really unlucky, he’d see one or two of the crew in Lancelot and Guenivere’s spots, and the drumbot didn’t want to admit how much that scared him. It happened all the time on the Aurora, after all.) There were just too many things churning and churning around in his head to sleep, too many images burned in his brain from his spot as a helpless observer.
He’d done everything he could to prevent what he Saw in his dreams, he’s always done so. But no one ever seems to listen, no one ever actually wants to listen to his warnings. Not even his crew, and they should know that he doesn’t Lie. The fate he’d Seen for the station was grim, and so he naturally did everything he could to prevent it, anything that his setting had allowed. (That dreaded Switch had been on the fritz a bit, since they pulled him from the sun, but he wouldn’t complain. It finally allowed him some moniker of control, even if it kind of hurt sometimes.)
He’d done everything he could, and yet he wished he could’ve done more. He should’ve done more. He should’ve tried harder, if he’d been able to do anything maybe the station could have been saved. Maybe–
Brian stopped as he ran into- something, something that was loud. The sound–violin music, now that he registered it–stopped abruptly as something crashed onto the ground. Marius blinked up at him, eyes hazy and almost empty, before suddenly clearing. Marius grinned widely at Brian, jumping up and disregarding his violin that now lay on the floor. Brian blinked, and it disappeared. Probably to that same hammerspace that the rest of the ‘doctor’s violins lived in.
“Good morning–or, well, night– my dear Drumbot!” Marius declared. “What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you around at this late hour?”
Brian did not feel like talking about it today. Ends Justify Means, he decided not to answer. “Were you playing in your sleep again, Marius?” He responded instead. Marius, every once in a while, would fall asleep like normal, only to start wandering around the ship playing a variety of haunting melodies on his violin. That particular… ‘habit’, of his, typically didn’t disturb anyone else, so they usually let it happen. There were a few times where his music would get so frantic and loud it’d wake up Aurora, or someone else in the crew, but that usually just ended with Marius getting killed in one way or another.
“Oh, who knows,” the not-a-baron responded, shrugging. His flesh hand had steadily healing blisters that answered for him, though. Marius grinned up at him, raising an eyebrow. “You dodged the question! Is something the matter? You’re clearly on Ends Justify Means, because you only ever dodge questions on that mode, so something is likely bothering you. So-”
“Marius, I’m really not in the mood right now,” Brian interrupted.
Marius paused, a brief moment of confusion and hurt on his face, before he shrugged and nodded. “Well, what are you doing up? Normally at this hour, should you still be awake and not in the midst of being used as a weighted blanket or pillow, you’re on the bridge.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Brian explained, “so I decided to take a walk.” He left out that he decided to take a walk after realizing that Aurora had locked the bridge off from him. But that wasn’t something Marius would need to know. It would get him on another tangent.
“Ah! Yes, that’ll happen. You were in a star for a while, I personally would imagine that would just leave you more tired, but I don’t know how your circuitry works. Would you like some company? It can get so lonely at night when no ones up, and I know you don’t like being lonely. Though I suppose you’re never truly alone on Aurora? With the spiders and the stowaways and the octokittens–though I personally just don’t like the octokittens that much–they’re just so off putting to me. Maybe it’s the fact that they have beaks and teeth? Or maybe their purrs, because their purrs are just off…”
And he was off on another tangent. Naturally, Brian should’ve realized that he could get started on anything and everything with very little prompting. At least he wasn’t asking about him anymore, poking and prodding and prying into what he’d experienced on the Station. His woes over not being able to do more to help, his pain at never being listened to.
(Arthur, my sheriff, I’ve news to cheer you, You’re son yet lives he’s drawing near you!
Faulty old thing, I’ve never had son)
Suddenly, just as quickly as he started talking, Marius stopped. Mid sentence, he just… Stopped. Brian was pretty sure he stopped breathing.
Marius looked at him, a grin slowly spreading across his face while his eyes fogged and lost focus again. Well, to Brian, that always seemed to be a misnomer. It was like he was finding something new and far away to focus on.
“Oh,” he said, in a quiet voice so small and quiet that Brian wasn’t sure he’d said anything at all at first. Suddenly, Marius was holding his violin and his grin grew even larger. “You have a Song,” he said, like Brian should know exactly what he meant.
With his metal hand, Marius grabbed Brian’s and started dragging him along to the music room. Brian decided to let him, curious as to what the pretend-doctor’s plan was.
When they arrived, Marius gently sat Brian at his drumset and put down his violin, before sitting down himself. He stared distantly at Brian, ears twitching like he was listening to something despite the only noises being Marius’s own breathing and the quiet creaks and groans of Aurora. “You have so many Songs, Brian… They’re all so pretty…” Brian wasn’t sure if he even knew that he said something, Marius didn’t seem very present.
Marius jumped up again and ran over to where the paper was kept, stumbling and tripping over one of Gunpowder’s guitar cases. He grabbed a couple sheets of paper, and ran back, tripping again as he ran back. He tossed the papers down haphazardly, and pulled a pen out of thin air and set it down equally haphazardly. He took a few minutes to stare at Brian again, before moving to pick his violin up again.
Marius closed his eyes, and started playing a tune that Brian almost recognized. Did, recognize.
It sounded incomplete, without other instruments, but it would be rude to wake everyone else up for an impromptu music writing session. They can figure the other parts out later.
Brian followed Marius’s lead, closing his eyes and let himself follow the music Marius was playing.
“Gawain I know you fear the underworld, hate the Ghouls that live in it’s thunder,
That hunger for carrion torn asunder, by blades that glint in the dark…”
Jonny would like to hear what they end up writing in the morning, anyway. It’ll probably make a good story.
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chloesimaginationthings · 2 months ago
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Glamrock Freddy feels betrayed by FNAF Roxy..
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purplecatghostposts · 18 days ago
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Chat Noir: Hey, my lady? Quick question: why was Argos multitasking during patrol and trying to solve a cryptex? He said he got it from you.
Ladybug, casually: Oh, it’s from my latest treasure hunt I made for him.
Chat Noir: …You give him treasure hunts? Why?
Ladybug: I still don’t totally trust him not to pull another ‘Red Moon’ incident so I figured if I give him enrichment, he’s gonna be spending his time solving puzzles and figuring out clues that take him all over the city instead of potentially becoming a supervillain again.
Chat Noir, who watched Félix spend several hours to solving riddles last night: …Huh. Does he know..?
Ladybug: 90% sure, yes. I don’t think he cares that much, he’s pretty invested in it and I’m great at creating complex systems with clues to follow so— it works out. Plus usually there is something to find at the end of the trail. Usually Kagami.
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galaxystt · 2 days ago
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new scar skin goes hard btw
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evgar · 2 months ago
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guess who's back in her wenclair era
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milktrician · 24 days ago
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(what the. who threw a wife plot device in the middle of a peak lord meeting)
i thought about this bit at the end of the airplane extras the other day. bro why are you looking at your coworkers like that rn
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theribbajack · 4 months ago
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"Now, the vow will be honoured, and my Lord brother's soul will return."
Radahn stans keep winning, but I personally am in Miyazaki's walls rn
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supd00dle · 23 days ago
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alright I finally drew him (ft @clownputo ‘s fankid doodle on the punching bag)
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dilfmobius · 3 months ago
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bovineblogger · 11 months ago
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hes a grain of rice so i. i put him in the rice
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feminetomboy · 1 year ago
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IX of PENTACLES
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This has been a long time coming, but finally, here is the card I drew for @dsmp-tarot. I couldn't have been more proud to get my hands on Technoblade and despite all the hurdles, I couldn't be prouder of my finished piece. Technoblade never dies.
(+two sillies under the cut 🧡)
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verflares · 7 months ago
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i thought i felt your shape, but i was wrong. really all i felt was falsely strong, i held on tight and closed my eyes. it was dumb, i had no sense of your size. it was dumb to hold so tight.
also on inprnt :]
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chloesimaginationthings · 2 months ago
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Why did Charlie Emily say all that in fnaf UCN
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duckdodger · 6 months ago
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SEASOM TWO HYPEE RAAA
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birrdies · 7 months ago
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carry yourself through the frozen desert, empty your thoughts into the well of pressure (x)
finally tried my hand at some 3L desert duo designs (ft. matching back scars) !!
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soldrawss · 2 years ago
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Huntlow doodle dump including 3 different aus so yeah enjoy
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