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how something so terrifyingly powerful could sound so frail with chained limbs linked to the floor of his cell—a sin of his father, one he must now bear along with many others. he listens for the voice in aleksander’s head now, the one matching the truth of his words. so much rage must be set underneath his skin—but blame was towards the alchemists. simon’s jaw clenched as he turned the lock on the door, the metal clink sounding off into the darkness. his stomach lurched with what he saw. never had he felt any empathy with those who were given a chance at immortality, until a page from his past is ripped out and placed in front of his eyes. this… boy turned to man… a fragile shell of who he once was. simon felt his chest grow tight with an old ache. he swallowed hard and went to aleksander’s side.

❛ you remember me… even though it has been so long. ❜. he leaned down and aided the darkling to his feet. ❛ come see the world now as it is unmade… you will not recognize it. ❜ simon unchained darkness and bid it welcome into the light of the new world. he would feel the pain of knowing that the sinner had perished while he rotted away, and simon wondered who would carry those sins now and if it should be him. it should be him. ❛ my father is dead. ❜ simon lets his words settle into aleksander—he wants him to feel them reverberate through him like a shock. ❛ the petrification disease would have killed us all… and then the puppet frenzy would have ended us… ❜ simon inhaled sharply, ❛ i have created an elixir to evolve humanity, and i am at the peak of becoming more than my father saw in me now. ❜ simon’s eyes fill with fervor as he glances back at aleksander, ❛ you have already surpassed humanity… you have become akin to a god… and you have been made to suffer inside a mortal prison. ❜ simon’s eyes fell down to the ground and that pain in his chest returned. ❛ you must have hate for me… somewhere inside of you… you must have… ❜

darkness had eaten the sun long ago — a darkness that had been in him since birth, this engulfing darkness that emanated from him, seeping from every inch of him, devouring light in its touch. his mother had warned him of trusting strangers, had warned him of the alchemists — his madraya...  his mind lingered on her for a moment, trying to recall her face,  her name,  her scent.  she was long gone,  like the sun, she had been devoured. he knew nothing but midnight - black,  it had become him.   

the footfalls echoed throughout pitch black,  a low growl emitting from his throat,  he felt feral in a sense,  yet calm still. a familiar voice calming the raging waves of his emotions. ❛ s.... simon? ❜ he whispered, voice soft, his face twisted with scars from wounds never mended.  hearing his true name, something etched into his heart, a promise to never forget it, left him near breathless. pushing himself to his feat he controls the darkness, absorbing it into himself, the room immediately brightening,  his ankles and wrists still shackled, eyes abyss black, glinting with unshed tears. ❛ you... have come for me? — you have come to release me? ❜   

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Decided to show the Worst Science Guy some love today. The buttons on his coat are a nice touch!

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the depth of the ruin harnessed more than just power— secrets were etched into the stone and there were far more dangerous being laying in wait to be released. ancient primordial beings held under lock and key, to be poked and prodded until their use was expended simon's father had saw to many experiments in his time as an alchemist. he went so far as to experiment on his own son, alongside other children. simon was deemed a failure long ago and cast aside. most of the children perished, but the few who survived were kept to rot until their purpose was served. the child who bore darkness was special, simon had heard his father say. the darkling they had named him, shedding him from his experiment number, allowing him an exalted place among his chains. 

now that the former leader of the alchemist had perished, simon ventured down those familiar halls. ❛ before this world came to life, it knew nothing... only darkness, and then creation was born from that. ❜ simon's voice echoed throughout the hall as he stopped in front of the door that held back darkness. ❛ i knew you once... your eyes like pools of deep black water... aleksander, can you hear me? ❜ simon placed his hand on the center of the door and listened for aleksander's thoughts, the quiet voice in the chamber or the one in his head... simon would settle for either one, ❛ perhaps it has been so long that your name means nothing to you... i used to hear your thoughts when you suffered... but they have long since quieted. ❜ simon's eyes were cast to his own hand as he let the silence fill the air like a rush of water, ❛ you must partake in the new evolution of humanity... reach out to me... come and see for yourself the chaos and revival of a new mankind. ❜ / @sovrenyi

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❛ i predict that there will be a change that will shake our very essence of reality soon. ❜  simon 's fingers tapped rhythmically, one after the other hitting the top of his cane so delicately that it almost couldn’t be heard even amidst the growing silence that threatened to stay longer than welcomed, ❛ you have much to gain with picking a side instead of standing idly by as the winner ascends… ❜ simon’s eyes rest on lumacchio’s mask clad face. stalker’s and their love for masks made it hard to determine what they might do next— though simon was confident that lumacchio would see no need to be neutral and grasp at the power that was being offered to him. ❛ if you need time to think it over i can offer you that as well… but be mindful not to take too much time—our plan is already being set into motion. ❜  ( @nowking / lumacchio )

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𝐩  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞.     𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐦𝐞𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭  𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐧𝐞𝐰  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.     𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐞𝐚  𝐨𝐟  𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞  𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐰𝐡𝐨  𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐨𝐫  𝐰𝐡𝐨  𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧.     vague  images  swimming  up  from  the  black  pools  of  his  mind.     yet  here  he  was  faced  with  darkness  in  a  new  way.     it  spoke,      it  breathed,      and  it  felt  more  than  the  cold  blackness  he  had  come  to  be  familiar  with.   

❛  i  have  heard  some  talk  of  one  that  conjures  the  shadows,      but  i  had  not  expected  for  them  to  appear  so  fair.     ❜  his  voice  was  almost  without  emotion  as  he  spoke,      though  he  had  not  been  devoid  of  it.     he  was  simply  tired  after  a  long  journey  into  ravka.     the  land  was  new  to  him,      and  he  had  seen  the  land  ravaged  and  it’s  people  burned.      there  was  a  minor  understanding  of  why  the  folks  born  into  what  was  deemed  to  be  normal  in  ravka,      hated  and  feared  those  who  wielded  what  he  learned  to  be  small  science—grisha,      as  they  were  called,      did  not  create  that  which  did  not  already  exist  in  the  world.

p  came  to  know  humans  capable  of  much  when  led  by  fear.     he  had  watched  his  own  home  fall  due  to  the  fear   and  greed  of  humans.     now  it  was  but  a  mere  myth  on  the  lips  of  those  who  once  heard  of  krat.     memories  all  but  forgotten.     p  did  wander  if  any  remnants  of  krat  would  pull  themselves  from  the  rubble  and  venture  off  as  he  did,      leaving  the  island’s  destruction  in  the  past. / @sovrenyi

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𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬… 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. should he have coveted those words and kept them as the grand covenant is forced upon puppets. but geppetto is a liar… he has not been honest and good to me. his name… carlo, lost in the flames of the city. his existence, the life he was meant to replace. the friend that he recalls from stolen memories. he feels them surge through him from the ergo. the beauty of the city, the sounds of joy from its people, all these blur behind a locked memory, but romeo’s face is clear. romeo’s voice. my first, my best, my truest friend… my first love. the faux heart beats with the same fervor as it’s mirrored image. is this what it feels like to be human? to be more than human. something stirring quietly beneath the metal. he was meant to soar above humans, the true evolution bounding him to the ergo that set his ego free. free to choose. free to become.

❛ romeo… ❜ his name said like a pray, a unsent love letter meant for only one, a wish… how he wished he could return to those days. alas, they were as lost as his memories of self were. romeo’s existence clung him to a past that was meant to be forgotten when he was made anew. ❛ i… i now feel as if the choices i have made to meet you have been fated so that i could awaken at the sight of you. ❜ he places his hand over where is heart should be, ❛ those i slayed will continue to live on through the ergo that i have absorbed… i hope they are able to find forgiveness… i was lost in the darkness of my mind. ❜ his eyes felt heavy as they sought the floor for the comfort he felt would not be shown in the eyes of his beloved. for how could he, when he was forced to mourn them. he stole those lives away. there was no way to bring them back, and even still… romeo outstretched his hand, welcoming him to join him. to be at his side. p was overcome with joy, his eyes wide as he met the gaze of romeo. ❛ truly? ❜ / @nowking

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↪ 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ; ᵀᴼ ᴮᴱ ᴿᴱᴮᴼᴿᴺ . ( a collection of lyric starters from ᵐᵉˡᵃᶰᶤᵉ ᵐᵃʳᵗᶤᶰᵉᶻ'ˢ 2023 album , 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰 . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

my body is dead , but i'm still alive .

your words mean nothing , so take them back .

you're always on my mind , i can't help it .

my mind wants to control me .

i fear i won't live to see the day tomorrow .

there is no other choice .

i hate who i was before .

lay all your burdens to rest .

you're no good at acting , it's obvious what you're after .

i know how to make you go crazy .

you are the light , i've been searching for forever .

i never once was treated right .

you make me feel like i'm on drugs .

i'm feeling too scared to sleep .

i'll wreck you if you chase me .

i'm done , i'm done .

why do you always act so serious ?

i don't give a fuck , 'cos i'm so strong .

you're messing with my cycle , that's dangerous .

be the manic pixie dream girl you fucking ought to be .

i won't lick your wounds today .

don't treat me that way .

i won't be ashamed for loving you .

i never knew what it meant , to be content with you .

if you bite my hand again , i will never feed you .

it took me way too long to put this to bed .

every time you tell a lie , i'm praying that you choke .

i won't be mistreated .

it's all a game now , but once i'm in the world it's lost .

i know what's coming .

all of the planning , yet i still feel unprepared .

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˹   𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦   ˼    a  portrayal  of  𝐏.  𝐂𝚨𝐑𝐋𝐎  feat.  more  written  by  yana, inspired  by  source  material,  meta,  greek  mythology,  and  other  forms  of  consumed  media.    ˹   𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬   ˼ 

˹ 𝐈 ˼  profile.   ˹ 𝐈𝐈 ˼  verse.   ˹ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ˼  study.   ˹ 𝐕𝐈 ˼  prose.   ˹ 𝐕 ˼  lore.   ˹ 𝐕𝐈 ˼  other muses.

𝐈. be a decent human being. we are all writers just trying to enjoy some time away from the stress of reality. this is the least you can do.

𝐈𝐈. i do not do follow for follow all the time. i apologize if this offends some people. i want to keep my space as safe as i can for myself. that being said, i am more likely to follow back if you make an attempt to speak to me.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. i do not practice exclusivity with people i hardly know. however, i am much more open to mains. and when i take on mains, it will only ever be limited to three of a character. that being said, when i am writing with a certain character i do not seek out others writing that character. i also will always be respectful to my writing partner.

𝐈𝐕. i admit that i love writing ships and shippy things. however, i do not ship easily unless we are friends. also, our muses must have chemistry. sometimes that is only discoverable after writing back and forth a few times.

𝐕. everything that i create here is mine unless i have stated otherwise. please do not copy or steal anything from this blog.