#but i return

[lambjurk]

yaoi?? in my video games?? i don’t think so

[bitterkarmaa]

Demonize

A short conversation between canon Eclipse and my own rendition, set after the most recent episode

“You know…this whole thing you have going? It won’t end the way you want it to.”

The table has already been marked with endless streaks of regression. Claws score the surface yet again, more as a distraction than a threat this time around. Clasped hands sit atop the other end, claws carefully tucked in on themselves, dented, worn knuckles on display in place of sharp, threatening talons. A singular amber eye gazes steadily at the trembling mass of orange and black metal across the room.

“Eventually, it’s bound to! Who do you think you are in the grand mass of this? You have no control over what happens in my dimension. You’re just another one of those goody-two-shoes copies that share none of my experiences, none of my thoughts, and none of my visions! Just like Solar! Is that what you are? Another Solar?” Twin white flames flash with fury, hands coming down to slam against the poor abused table in front of him.

No claws on him. Just hands. Just fingers.

“Another who?”

The other scoffs, pulling back from the table again with a hiss of frustration. “This is a waste of my time.”

Tattered rays shift, clicking as they retract and then push back out to their original positions. “You have all the time in the world. At least, until you’re brought back again. So…perhaps your pacing is pointless, hm?”

The more rabid of the two whirls around again, a snarl ripping itself from his throat. “You know nothing about me! Stop acting like you do!”

A slight smile, hidden by clasped hands. “I know you’re dead. Again. That’s all I need to know.”

Finally, that seems to hit something. He seems to wither, shrinking in on himself. His fingers curl into fists, as if he wishes to punch someone but knows there’s nothing around him that would give him the reaction he yearns for.

“And no one will mourn.”

A mad laugh rises, echoing around the room, seeming to soak into the very walls, filling the space with an uneasy tension. “And you? You would be mourned?! That’s a fucking jo-”

“I have been mourned.”

He falls silent, expression frozen in a sort of jealousy that some part of him must know he has no right to feel. The hand that he must’ve raised amidst his rant comes back down to rest on the table, this time more carefully. Carefully. Since when has he been careful? Is this alternative version of himself really getting to him this much? Surely not. Surely this is just a slip up of those pesky emotions he’s been feeling amongst his breakdowns.

“How?” He weakly lifts his head, white dotted gaze having dimmed with his fading vigor. His look-alike at the other end of the table unravels his hands from their place in front of him, leaning back in his chair.

“How was I mourned? Hm. Perhaps because my rampage was stopped before someone got killed.” His scarred face twists into a sneer, disgust crossing his expression before settling back into cool indifference.

“I wasn’t- I didn’t-” The other stutters, rays shrinking. He takes a step back, grimacing as if recounting all the things he’s done with a new outlook. Considering how much of it wasn’t required for him to succeed.

“But you did. You were. Was being abandoned worth all the pain you caused others, worth all the pain it caused you?” The faint glow of his single functioning eye is dimmed as he narrows it, stare turned to glare in a matter of seconds.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?! Wouldn’t you?! Or was it only me that was left behind? Was it only me that he cast out like a pesky bug? Only me that became the parasite?!” His shouts of anger quickly turn to anguish, hands coming up to pull on his rays, lost in the torrent of emotions that stir within him, bottled up for far too long.

A frown settles on the face of the more dapper of the two. “We’ve all been parasites. That seems to be the one common denominator between each dimension.”

The room is silent for a few moments after that, the agitated one finally taking a seat in the chair that was provided for him.

“You don’t get it.” He mutters, earning a sharp bark of laughter from across the table.

“No, I do. I understand more than you know. I just haven’t been forced to ‘understand’ as many times as you have.”

The other looks away, brilliant white eyes cast down to the floor. “I didn’t want to come back. Lunar killing me again was a bit of a blessing, honestly.”

He looks up again as the screech of the chair being pushed back echoes around the room, steady footsteps approaching him not long after. His eyes meet the half-gaze of his brutally scarred counterpart, slight horror crossing his face as he takes him in.

“Yet you continued to demonize yourself. Why is that?”

“I…don’t know.” The other answers honestly, face set in confusion.

“Do you wish to change?”

“Some part of me does. Some part of me doesn’t. I just…don’t know how, I suppose.”

“Would you like to try?”

He is silent for only a few moments before letting out a quiet admission. “Yes.”

Slight surprise alights within his chest as a single clawed hand is offered out to him, the other tucked neatly in one of his pants pockets.

“Then how about we get started?”

[bymyblackhand]

Release me... I wanna be free...

[chainsawmascara]

Returning from a six month hiatus as a journalist with the biggest news i can offer my editor and praying I'm not murdered disappearing without a word.

[varilien]

am i blanchin?

girl we blanchin!!

HI HIII happy birthday to everyone's favorite mystery twins!! how did they grow up so fast!!!!

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[fosliie]

College roommates, lab partners, to basically married pipeline

[ofswordsandpens]

directors using colorful or "impossible" lighting to convey mood and meaning and beauty my beloved. directors making night scenes impossible to see for the sake of realism my beloathed.

[hansoeii]

they seem to be very good friends!

[cowboysmp3]

there’s something sooo sickening about how dunmeshis whole energy is like sometimes something terrible and awful happens to you and it changes you forever and nothing can make you the person you were before but there’s still love and there’s still sharing a meal together and there’s still living

[bisexualvader]

[vimbry]

how is it 2024 next week. that's not even a real year that's a caption on an establishing shot in a sci-fi story.

[batbabydamian]

happy booping! 🐾

[edwardbonnets]

how to ask the demon you've been smitten over for 6000 years to dance: an angel's guide

bonus:

[evercelle]

[brucie-baby]

the fact that alfred was the one to put up jason's memorial is so important to me

[wanologic]

💅💅💅