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planarhead · 9 months

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Primal Guardian: Echoes of the Male Psyche

In this artwork, I present an exploration into the depths of the male psyche, drawing upon ancient instincts and primal desires. Central to the scene is a warrior, a symbol of the age-old compulsion in men to protect and shield. His left-hand holds a shield, emblematic of defense, while his right hand brandishes a spear, signaling readiness to face impending threats.

The T-Rex, though historically inaccurate in its juxtaposition with humans, serves less as a literal representation and more as a metaphorical one. It embodies the myriad challenges and dangers that might have confronted our ancestors—whether in the form of wild beasts, natural disasters, or other humans with ill intentions. This creature stands as a testament to the chaotic elements that have always existed, challenging humanity.

The environment, with its dark waters and stormy skies, hints at a world in its formative stages, echoing tales of creation and genesis. The tumultuous atmosphere, painted in shades of purple and red, suggests a world that's raw and unpredictable.

A woman emerges from the waters, her posture a blend of vulnerability and determination. Her presence and the warrior's protective stance aim to evoke thoughts on the intrinsic male drive to safeguard. The composition, with its diagonals and contrasting colors, is designed to guide the viewer's gaze but also to leave ample room for personal interpretation.

The chosen color palette, with its warm sands and cool waters, is intended to create a visual balance, further emphasized by the reddish mountains in the backdrop.

At its core, this piece is an exploration, an attempt to delve into the inherent wiring of the male mind. It's not just a depiction but an invitation for introspection, urging viewers to reflect on the deep-seated instincts that, perhaps, still influence modern behaviors. Through this canvas, I hope to spark a dialogue on the timeless interplay of protection, vulnerability, and the inherent nature of humanity.

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respectthepetty · 8 days

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Dunk and Joong could have offered me anything in 2024, and I would have taken it, gladly, no questions because my ass is a Jaidee fan first and a human second. But to hand me The Heart Killers? Oh! Let me list all the reasons y'all gonna hate me when this comes out.

Joong plays Khao's older brother

Khaotung is older than Joong, but in BL Land that doesn't matter because Khao is playing the hopeless romantic little brother while Joong is playing his stern older brother. Someone already wrote it was 10 Things I Hate About You/The Taming of the Shrew, and Shakespeare would be thrilled to know one of his masterpieces is getting the queer treatment and it's not Twelfth Night.

Dunk is playing the crazy seducer

Boy wants a car and is willing to go to great lengths to do it, including distracting some dude, so his buddy can play house with that dude's little brother. But the whole point is they had to find a guy who was crazy enough to accept the offer in the first place >insert Dunk's character< so the guy isn't just wanting the car. He is doing this for the thrill of getting tied up, stripped down, and threatened.

And I respect that.

Jojo is apparently directing

I wanna have beef with Jojo after Only Friends, then I look at his resume and remember this is the man who gave me puppy play in The Warp Effect, poly in 3 Will Be Free, and a chaotic stripper named Judo in Dirty Laundry PLUS the YinWar trailer for their Partner in Crime concert which has now lead to YinWar doing Jack & Joker, so as a vegetarian, I'm gonna be like Elsa and let that go.

Which means Rath is probably the cinematographer

I don't give men compliments easily, so when I state that Cinematographer Rath has never disappointed me, I mean it. The man knows what he is doing, and if he is in on this series, I know if anything, it will be visually stunning.

First and Khao being the Beyonce of GMMTV

I'm in Jaidee's corner always, but I have eyes and First and Khao could really do whatever they want and I'd eat it up. I have believed them with whomever they have been partnered with in the past, and if they want to play high schoolers in an oppressed school system or a banker willing to see his ex and his ex's new man just to flirt with the boy from the market, I'm buying the tickets, I'm sitting in the front row, and I'm holding up homemade posters. Basically, I'm shutting the fuck up and experiencing whatever they want me to experience.

First and Khao tears

This is its own category because when they cry, they are in a league of their own. They claimed this series was going to be lighter than their previous work, but what is a First or Khao series without tears? I hope they are drinking water right now because someone is crying in this series, and JD's faces are already wet for other reasons.

DUNK'S BODY!

Not to objectify the man's body, but . . . it's a banger, and he has been done dirty by wardrobe for two solid years. His face card never declines. His arms are solid. His waist is snatched. His hair is perfect. Even Tay, New, and Jan were talking about him in the BTS for Peaceful Property because they were saying how New's character was based off of Dunk - pretty, fashionable, and COCKY! But wouldn't we all be that cocky if we were walking around looking like this?! Like shut up fives. A ten is speaking!

It's high time that man got to stunt like Force always does just taking off his shirt for no reason. Good for him. And good for us.

Oh, yeah, and the plot

Sorry, I mean the plot.

SHIT, THE PLOT!

You know what? Nah. I honestly do not give a fuck about the plot. Joong and Khao are hired killers. First is out to get them. Dunk gets involved (although, I think he knows a lot more than he leads on), and . . .

All will end well.

Because if anything, Jojo ain't never been allergic to a happy ending *wink*

So just know this show hit its target audience

ME!

¡Salud!

#the heart killers #gmmtv 2024 #joongdunk #firstkhao #this was meant for me!#rath and jojo save me!#give me chaos and visuals #I'll take whatever you give me #I'm still gotta talk smack about everything else #but I'll be quieter about it

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the-gaping-wound-of-christ · 4 months

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recommendation of the best non-visual novel denpa gems

1. anonymous agony (coded emotions, 2014)

dont let the edginess deceive you; anonymous agony is disconnected from reality in every single aspect of its existence

2. cabelas dangerous hunts 2013 (cauldron, 2012)

this game takes place in the mind of a truly deranged individual, can he let go of the past?

3. chaos;head the animation (madhouse, 2008)

"man if shes as hot as they say she can perpetrate a crime on me!"

4. league of legends (riot games, 2009)

makes me feel fucking insane when i play it

5. house md (fox network, 2004)

#denpa #visual novel #anonymous agony #house md #cabelas dangerous hunts #chaos;head #league of legends #chip and jude greatest hits #x

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year

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Clown to Equine communication failed; They are separate species.

[First] Prev <--> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #season 1 #bonus comic #wei wuxian #little apple #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #This bonus comic is for all my fellow little apple lovers #she doesn't show up for quite a while after this so I need to wring out every bit of screen time for her #That's what feminism is about. Equine visibility.#Women need to remain mysterious + unknowable + untethered by rules #Women need to canter across the plains and sleep standing up #Women need to be hand fed apple slices 4 times a day #joking aside I do love the co-chaos of lil apple and wwx #though the new duo dynamic that follows (with LWJ and WWX getting way more time together) its *obviously* iconic #god...to be two cultivation partners following directions from a severed arm...#anyhow. I think this might be one of the jokes that is only funny to me #my realism studies are still in that uncanny/awkward phase but I love the 'detailed version of a very stylized character' visual gag a lot #Taps my blog name again. Don't forget the name on the tin #oh wait lwj should be in this scene too...let's retcon it and say he's bending down to pet his bunnies goodbye

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jet-teeth · 9 months

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Another concept/sketch batch I have been sitting on for a while, suppose I could toss this out into the aether now haha Basically it's a whole chaos space marine warband based around mimicry and infiltration - they look like a suspiciously normal space marine chapter from the outside but OOPS! It's all mimics.

(And not just the space marines/power armor, but everything is game: crew fused with their vehicles, transforming weapon "familiars," etc. It gets silly.)

They stem from the Raven Guard but can end up anywhere, and will take on the colors/appearance necessary to pass undetected. there is a catch though: their presence has a tendency to cause things around them to start to warp and glitch and in extreme cases, essentially cause little warp micro-rifts that end up mimic-ifyng things around them - so they pretty much have to operate solo to have the best chance at keeping their disguise up.

This CAN work to their advantage though if they are attacking in full-force as a warband, and some older members might have fallen too far to Chaos to keep up a normal "shell" anymore, so the overly mutated fellows have to be put to different uses (in fact, there a degree of hierarchy of mutation stages that influences how they organize themselves as a warband & determines everyone's primary functions. And it's not really one over the other either - there are not all that many of them, so they have more luck spreading their influence clandestinely versus relying on brute force of any kind, that would have to be for emergencies. So, some of the more senior & mutated fellows might be more powerful on a physical/psychic level, but it is also like a forced retirement from their infiltration role, so it limits what they can do to further the warband's interests.)

#Just weird little guys living rent-free in my brain #False Ravens #Wh40k #Jet art #chaos space marines #also the “beakie” helmet just begs to be made into a critter #still need to name this specific Guy tho but I'll get to eventually #This is also the “base unit” for the general visual look I'm after with these #disguised helldrake and “tank amalgam that is fused with its crew” are examples on the list tho

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gracebethartacc · 3 months

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say it with me everyone: Heart is not A Baby, Mind is not a Jackass, and Soul is not Crazy. (or alternatively Cool/Laid back 24/7)

They have layers like onions or however the quote goes idk

#This is not to anyone in particular btw I was just talking abt cccc w a Mutual ans had to visualize a specific part of the convo into art #Cccc #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #This is so messy sorry lmaoooo like I said it was on the spot for a disc convo but thought it was fire enough the post tbh #kys joke #These characterizations are ok if it’s a silly or fluff interpretation/fic but if it’s a serious fic and they act like this I explode

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immortalsins · 7 months

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HANNIBAL (2013-2015) — SEASON ONE

Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in God's image? Depends on who you ask. God's terrific. He dropped a church roof on thirty-four of his worshipers last Wednesday night in Texas, while they sang a hymn. Did God feel good about that? He felt powerful.

{inspiration}

#hannibal #hannibaledit #l.gifs #flashing gif #will graham #no way am i tagging all the characters actually #magnum opus. if we're going by effort alone #some of the choices here are as ugly as hannibal's interior design but we move #:/ started off trying to make it pretty and it's dissolved into chaos #pls enjoy my visual clutter i spent hours&hours on it #jumping between serious creepy gifs & then making things objectively so silly #homage to s1 of my favourite silly show <3 #small explanation: the typewriter text is what appears to be the situation (to the fbi). the gifs obviously show the truth that we know #so if ur thinking e.g. tobias budge did not kill franklyn. yes but thats what is believed by everyone but hannibal #idk if thats necessary to say #sometimes theres a dichotomy between the text and gif. sometimes not #so idk if it was clear #anyway #there we have it #good lord #im done #there are so many things i want to say abt insignificant details sjdbjhsb e.g. hannibal not being in the final few gifs is deliberate.#hes menacing in a ghostly background kind of way #the same way he is in s1 #okokok im going to post thsi now my procrustination is getting ridiculous #pls if you see a mistake i would love to have it pointed out #so i can fix it early on #i am sure there is one #ANYWAY posting & logging off . this was hours and hours worth of work holy shit

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anastasiiaosypova · 13 days

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Nightdragon Man-of-War Vigilant

“I am Admiral Ar’alani, currently in command of the Vigilant and Picket Force Six of the Expansionary Defense Fleet."

Star Wars: Thrawn Ascendancy: Chaos Rising

Csilla

Team Vigilant

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chaoticspeedrun · 10 months

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Screen use-IMYAM

Development update

Hey guys! I've been focusing on the story script for the dating sim, but I also wanted to show you how the characters will be used on screen and what I've been learning to move around a bit in ren'py, I also plan on making my own dialogue box, choice box and a much prettier design for the main screen once the illustration for it is done.

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #rise donnie x reader #rise leo x reader #rise mikey x reader #rise raph x reader #rottmnt dating sim #tmnt dating sim #dating sim #rottmnt visual novel #tmnt visual novel #visual novel #chaos shut up #imyam #i made you a mixtape

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stimmystimming-archive · 9 months

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neutral chao themed stimboard for anon !

[x] [x] [x] - [x] [x] [x] - [x] [x] [x]

#stimblr #stimboards #stimboard #character stimboard #neutral chao #chao #sonic stimboard #chao stimboard #stimmy #stim #stimming #visual stim #visual stimming #visual stims #slime stim #blue stim #blue stimboard #stim gifs #stim blog

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garbashedump · 3 months

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Valentines special!

How TFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF DID I MAKE THIS!?!?!?!?!?! i have no mf clue cause either I was given God's hands or I sold my soul to the devil and forgot

tsk, tsk, tsk! look at the mess they made! how are they gonna get those lipstick stains off thier clothes! Man teenagers what to do with them

Dw, dw i made sure there was enough to go around for everybody so take ur pick!

I guess you can say... they got the KISSES THE HOLIDAY AFTER

yall know the drill, oc's belong to @chaosaliien! go check them out they're an amazing artist and should enjoy lots of chocco along with other mutuals!

also the refrence used:

#lawful joke au #valentines day #p #a #lawful joke #scrabby lawful joke #prohibited wish #prism lawful joke #how? how did i do shiny buggy texture??? how he shiny buggy?? HOW???HOW???#i made this i am in disbelief i need a moment #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #look at the marks and see where they take youuuuuu O///O #not responsible for any tears today ⬆️#poor chaos acc srry bro got a nibble and i ripped it away/gen #didn't know which one i liked better so i was like fuk it imma post em all!#YALL HAVE NO IDEA THE REFRENCE (not the pose)#I DID IT I DIDN'T FORGET ANYTHING YES I WIN!#will send bloopers of the sneaky spots tmrw #man i had to write a whole ass description again for the visuals after the accidental post #was debating weather or not on giving Prism a flat ass bc it would've been funny #but at the same time giving him a bubble ass is funny bc it's prob flat af being flattened in the wall #NO NOW IM THINKING OF THE “why everyone so mean 2 me” thing😭😭😭😭😭#good food #hyper fixated on the chocolates too long #whenever i draw them⬇️#SCRABBY CLINGING ONTO THAT DAMN SPIT HAIR PRISM HAS I CANTTTTTTTTTTTT

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itsnotjustgibberish · 2 months

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Wake up chat, Gibberish writing dropped!

Soul and Whole centric fic :] written with platonic intent for clarity

Warnings: General angst, unreality/depersonalization, mostly unhappy ending. Let me know if there’s anything else I should add; I’m not too experienced posting and tagging writing

^Can be read here, or below,

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They always met at the beginning of the loops.

Soul knew the ‘Whole’ he met within the rainstorms wasn’t really Harmonia, or even fully real. Still, he would always take the time to sing their duets. It would always repeat the promise to revive Him. His hope would be renewed from the spring showers; hydrated so that it could hold on long enough to eventually blossom when the song regained its harmonies.

Whole was just a human being.

Soul had to remind himself of that. Over and over he reminded itself that Harmonia was not a god, not his god. He hated Soul’s reverence.

Except when he saw Him this time, it was difficult not to humble himself.

The voice of the silhouette always sounded familiar, even if He was rather blurry, but this meeting wasn’t during the beginning. Heart and Mind had already harmonized, and begun to work together. If anything, they might have already formed a Soulless-Harmonia.

So how could he come face-to-face with his Whole, now?

He had to be real. This wasn’t the beginning, he couldn’t be just a promise. He was a person, He was here. He was here with Soul. He was finally, truly meeting The Whole.

What the fuck.

The mechanisms behind his eyes began to spin out hundreds of different worries. Had it respected Him correctly? Would He be proud of The Soul’s work to reform? Would He be proud of Atlas himself..?

Soul felt his hands reach out to The Whole unthinkingly, but he did not fight it.

“{Whole?}” Despite the tone, it was no longer a question. His hands were solid against Soul’s. The touch was real. His body was real. Whole was real.

“Hello, Mr. Eclipse.”

“{How…}” He tore one hand away to cover his mouth as tears escaped his eyes. Whole squeezed the hand He still held for a moment, briefly attempting to offer comfort, before pulling His Soul into a hug instead.

“I don’t know.”

Soul leaned into the embrace, face pressing against His shoulder. The curls of His hair were an uncomfortable tickle as they brushed against him, but he could not care; it wasn’t an artificial feeling. Atlas clung on to His back, and the soft cloth of His shirt folded between his fingers. The pressure of His arms around it was like a weighted blanket keeping him free from harm. Whole did not have the same metallic coldness of Mind, nor the feverish scorching of Heart; He was a human being with a natural warmth, He was a real person. Whole was real.

Whole was real as He held the sobbing man, who’s hands shook as he clung on to Him tighter. Atlas’ nails would have drawn blood if the other’s clothes had been any thinner. Still, Whole refused to move away. Even as tears drenched His shirt, surely leaving some kind of stain, He stayed still as a comforting constant.

Suddenly yet hesitantly, Soul pulled his head away; his eyes were wide and terrified, as if he was worried the other might disappear when he let go. “{It took so fucking long for you to finally show up here. You haven’t always been able to, right?}” Soul sniffled. “{You haven’t– please tell me you haven’t left us forsaken intentionally–}” The words wobbled before splitting apart into another wave of sobs.

Atlas brought its eyes back up from the floor, tears blinked away. The terrifying thought of what His answer could be was replaced with a guilt worse than a thousand sliced nerves when its gaze met Whole’s; clouded with sadness.

“Do you think I would?” His voice lowered.

Soul felt all words leave him. He had upset Whole. They had only just met and he had already fucked up and hurt Him. What was wrong with him? What kind of vessel was he?

Whole silently hugged him again. Atlas let his arms fall to his sides; it didn’t deserve His comfort now. Of course He wouldn’t have meant to leave. He couldn’t have wanted to leave. Because what would that say about Soul? About all of them; that they were part of something so quick to push their own self away?

But He was here with him now as he cried until his head hurt. Whole eventually gave him an awkward pat on the head; which was met with Soul giggling through his sobs, wiping at his cheeks. He glanced up at the other to see him mirror the movement. Soul hadn’t noticed when Whole began crying, but there was something oddly comforting about seeing the tears on His face as well.

Whole backed away, eyes finally breaking from Soul’s to take in the room. Awe grew in The Whole’s face as He wandered around, with Atlas following right behind like a lost duckling. The impossible space of Soul’s bedroom was really the only structure in the psyche that hadn’t formed based around his house.

Harmonia looked back at Soul, and it seemed to set in that this was the place he had already spent hundreds of thousands of days in. Soul found the wonder charming, but the one wondering was not aware of that, and so he shifted his attention to avoid boring him.

“It’s rather dark in here, don’t you think?” He turned to the window, making his way over slow enough for The Eclipse to easily catch up if needed. Atlas watched a mix of sun and moon highlight His quintet-colored nails as Whole pressed the glass panes open, observing the clouds outside. “Perhaps we should cloudgaze? It’s certainly been a while.”

All the times he had spent laying beside ‘Whole’ to watch the rain clouds pass felt emptier now. It hurt, but maybe that was okay; he had the real Whole now, didn’t he? But the thought of watching the clouds together was terrifying. They would be tempting fate; disrespecting this current Parousia to return to a fake one. Soul reasoned with himself that the tears making another attempt at escape were just a remaining irritation of his eyes. It certainly could not be fear overtaking him again.

“Hey, Dawnlight,” Atlas nearly jumped as Harmonia’s hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder. “I’m sure it’s okay.”

“{What… What if somehow–}”

“It will be okay.”

“{But you appeared so quickly, what if you leave just as suddenly? How can I know you won’t get lost in the rain? How can I trust you not to abandon me again?}” He took a deep breath, and avoided His eyes for fear of having to see that pain-filled expression once more. “{I’m sorry, I don’t mean to blame you– you can’t be the one to blame for this– but I have never been this fucking terrified before.}”

“It may be partly cloudy, but the rains cannot reach us today.” He motioned outside, “Look at the clouds. They’re paler than a certain Akaryocyte, aren’t they?”

Soul couldn’t help but smile at the– probably unintentional– jab at Heart, and carefully crept up beside him. “{The clouds have no rain.}”

“The clouds have no rain.” He echoed.

“{You can’t get lost.}”

Whole patted his shoulder, again, rather awkwardly. “I’m here, aren’t I?"

“{You’re real, and you are here.}”

Soul guided the other through the patch where the roof turned to smog. After a short hike, the duo settled in a low altitude meadow of cloud; lying against the soft ground.

Whole hummed a tune that Soul quickly recognized; a zeroth track the trio had already sung. He grinned, looking up at all the variations in the puffs enclosing them from above.

“Isn’t it so very fascinating to see how the clouds will form differently from such simple changes in the environment?”

“{Yes.}”

“Do you have a favorite cloud?”

“{I’ve always found interstellar ones really lovely.}”

He raised an eyebrow. “Those aren’t the ones I meant, silly.”

“{You should’ve specified water molecules. I bet you’d hate to find out my favorite color is technically a value.}” He laughed, and paused. “{…Your favorite color is still pink, right?}”

“Yup.”

“{Do you dislike how we connect you to gold, then?}”

“Nah. I think it’s fun to see the symbolism you three have made. Besides, Atlas, don’t you think I would get sick of it if everything around me was constantly pink?”

Soul laughed again, and sat up. “{Fair enough.}”

He grabbed a clump of the cloud beneath him, and carefully began to shape it. Whole rolled onto His stomach, watching His third before looking back at the sky. Giggling to himself, Soul set the flower he had created atop His head, catching His eye before focusing on creating another. A few more flowers joined the first, as well as a sun and moon, before either of them broke the comfortable silence again.

“{What are you gonna say to Heart and Mind when you meet them?}” He asked.

Harmonia looked at him thoughtfully before eventually giving up on an answer with a shrug. He carefully sat up as to not let the clouds fall from his hair, and moved to sit beside Soul. It leaned against The Whole, and closed his eyes. His shoulder was solid and comfortable beneath his head, and so were the clouds holding them up.

“Soul?”

“{Hm?}”

“I’m not real.”

“{I…}” The vessel opened his eyes, trying to steady its breathing before looking at the void beside him.

“You know that, don’t you?”

“{…The lie was comforting.}”

“I know.”

Soul could barely see into His eyes anymore.

“You have to join them, Atlas.” The name once held so much tranquility, but now it felt like a toxin ripping apart each and every molecule of his being. The sweetness of it left a bitter aftertaste now; it was a horrid reminder that Soul could never be its own person to truly meet Whole. If the trio intertwined and formed Whole physically, Soul would no longer exist to see Him. If the trio became Whole by harmonizing and working together as individuals, the Harmonia he wanted so desperately to meet would never exist.

Soul would never meet Whole.

“{I can’t lose you.}”

”You won’t—“ Whole was cut off as the other yelled.

”{I know that! I know the three of us will form you again. I know you and I are intertwined; the real Whole was what we repaired along the way, or whatever cliché shit, but I can’t lose the presence here now. I can’t lose you!}”

Whether the wetness on his face was caused by tears or rain, Soul wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. It was already too late. It clutched its arms around himself, and sobbed harder when the only response was a cold zephyr carrying the smell of storms. He tried to dig his hands into the ground beneath him, desperately searching for something solid or something real, but the clouds only dissipated with the extra pressure. Soul brought its knees to his chest, and let his head fall forward as he cradled them.

Eventually he ran a sleeve across his face in a half-hearted attempt to clean it. Taking a heavy breath, Atlas looked back down at the empty space beside him, and forced his legs to stand and walk. The Eclipse spoke to the void one final time.

“{Stratocumulus.}” Was the only word to break the silence before he started the path back home to his other halves.

Soul would never meet Whole, but Harmonia was still waiting for him.

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