Pariah Dark. Ghost King. Master of War. Tyrant. The Breaker of Worlds.
Currently found himself... perplexed and at a loss.
He had assumed he would never be free once more, the one-time his punishment was cut short he wrote it off as the mistake it was. A pitiful fool who believed he could claim his crown from his prison without consequences.
The second time.
Well.
He would not have thought himself to be so lucky, assuming that no other would be foolish enough to free him once more.
He most likely should have learned not to assume a lot of things, when one is more than acquainted with the Master of Time. There was a lot he would do and did for the other before his eternal rest, and a lot of things he could've wrapped his mind around, found out the reason for, even so long as he had the clues no doubt left by Time.
But this.
This.
He was not exactly sure what his expression was, he could not even decide what exactly he was feeling, even. "Dearly belo-" Pariah Dark hid his mistake by clearing his throat. "Master of Time, what exactly do you intend for me to do with... these."
'These' referred to the small beasts currently amusing themselves on his body. A pitch-black chick with red eyes currently nesting in his hair, a snake trying to loop itself-and failing at looping- itself around his neck, a puppy currently resting on his arm and a cub currenting trying to get said puppy's attention only to be zapped away by the pup's foot.
Yes.
Zapped.
Despite this utterly befuddling situation, he was amused by it nonetheless.
"Your parole," The Master of Time said, all-knowing smile on his face. "Surely you would know what to do with children, would you not?"
Pariah Dark blinked. "What in the infinite is a parole?" Pariah tasted the word on his tongue, as if it was foreign to him. And, well. It was. "And what, exactly, would that have to do with children?"
The Master of Time's smile eased into faint amusement, as if aware of some joke the king himself was not.
Which happened more often than not, actually.
"Take good care of these children, and you shall be released from eternal sleep." He said, as if that explained everything. But Pariah Dark was staring at him in clear and undisguised puzzlement.
He then raised an eyebrow. "You would leave me alone with children? Truly? With no qualms?"
The personification of Time nodded, and Pariah could blink slowly, as if he had trouble wrapping his head around this. "Dearly beloved, surely you would not think that this-" If Clockwork noticed his slip of the tongue, then he didn't point it out as Pariah Dark continued. "Would be the best of ideas, no? Surely, you should be worrying for their safety."
Clockwork's eyes filled with mirth as he inclined his head slightly. "Well, do you currently hold any thoughts of harming these children?"
Pariah Dark's face gave away his faint confusion. "Not particularly, no."
"Then that is that." The ancient ghost nodded, as if everything was already decided and done as Pariah could only stare at him in unsurprised exasperation before shaking his head.
Perhaps, he should have expected this.
"The one currently making a nest of your hair goes by Vlad, the Pheonix King." Clockwork pointed his staff to the chick in question, who squinted open an eye before nestling further into the king's hair. He then pointed to the snake. "The one currently trying to strangle you, is Danny. Our prince as well as what humans would call an eastern dragon."
The way Clockwork pronounced our had Pariah feeling like it held another meaning and not just him being known as the prince.
Was there something he was not aware of...?
The staff then pointed to the pup dozing off in his arms. "That one," Clockwork said with faint amusement. "Goes by Dan, a fusion between the phoenix and dragon resulted in his creation and he soon became his own entity after becoming secluded from his timeline after its erasure." He said this casually, as if it weren't something that would cause questions. "He is also a Raiju."
How a bird and snake gave way to dog, Pariah does not know.
The staff then pointed to the last child in his arms, trying to bother Dan and being kicked away and zapped for its efforts. "That is Dani, formally Danielle. She is a Mishipeshu who is the only successful clone of the phoenix and dragon, making her our technical princess."
Again, the emphasis of our left Pariah feeling like there was something he should know. A missing piece to a puzzle he didn't even know he had started.
"You said this one was a king, correct?" Pariah asked, shifting around his arms to better support the pup and cub. "Would the phoenix's not take offense to me of all people being the one to raise their ruler?" As soon as the words left his tongue did he remember who exactly he was talking to.
He was met with a vicious smile, one that he did not see until the days of yore. His non-existent heart skipped a beat.
"Well, if they would like to voice their... displeasure." The Master of Time practically purred that sentence out, and Pariah felt something odd shift inside him. "Then they are surely allowed to do so."
Pariah grunted, silent for a few moments. Clockwork moved towards him in that time, and Pariah stood still, only tracking the ghost with his eyes. "I am quite certain you would make a wonderful father, dear-"
Excuse him, dear..?
"-So why not prove me right as you always have, hm?" Pariah Dark blinked, opening his mouth to speak before his mind screeched to a halt as he felt a pair of lips upon his own before they moved away in the next moment.
A ghost of a kiss.
"Now, run along now why don't you." Clockwork had a mischievous glint in his eyes, before Pariah found himself surrounded by a wide pasture, spanning as far as his eyes could see (and he could see very far) and at the end a forest with a house behind him.
But he could not react, even as he felt pecks upon his head, a bite at his ear and most surely the scratching of claws against his form.
His hair burst into green flames as he stood stalk still.
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I wish there was a way to tell minors to be careful and back off of some content.
I know how it is- literally my whole generation has experienced growing up with the internet to some capacity. I grew up with completely uncensored internet, and the reality is that it traumatized me. Because the things I liked had adults interacting with it and making adult content.
And now, there are adults and content farms making traumatizing content diRECTLY targeting kids. Which has happened before, but now I feel like it has increased. I worry a lot for the kids and teens online nowadays.
To any young people that might be reading;
It doesn't matter if "gore doesn't scare you" or how desensitized you may be. When you put yourself in an online space that isn't made with you or your best intentions in mind, you are going to get hurt. You are going to get scrutinized. You're going to see things you aren't meant to and shouldn't see. Being desensitized isn't a strength, it's a result of repeated trauma.
Interact with people your age. If you are not the target demographic for something, tread with caution or just don't interact with it at all.
If you see ANYTHING or ANYONE that makes you uncomfortable, it's okay to just report it, block them, and move on. Don't linger on what makes you uncomfortable or disturbs you. Not for ANY reason.
You don't always have to be an advocate. It's okay to curate your own online experience and focus on what brings you joy. You don't have to constantly think about every issue going on in the world or online. You have to rest before you can act. It's not immoral to choose your mental health over whatever internet drama or controversies or real-world issues may be going on. When things are out of your control, doing your best is more than enough, and stepping away isn't a crime.
Take breaks. For the love of god, try to take breaks. It's hard enough being young as is.
And pLEASE do NOT follow me. Everything else I post is with an adult audience in mind. I'm just some dumbass in my 20's, and I'm still figuring out whatever the hell IM supposed to be about.
Just heed my warnings, and may our paths cross in a later date. Or something cheese like that.
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Todd loves thunderstorms. He loves the gloomy weather, the rumble of thunder rolling in the sky like god is humming above them, the steady rhythm of rain against the window panes. Neil finds him smiling at the fog and mist that covers the ground and obscures the morning view after a night storm, the moisture still clinging to the air like a cloud that’s descended to earth. He takes a deep breath on those mornings, the smell of clean, wet earth soaking into his lungs as though it is clearing away cobwebs and dust on his soul.
Night storms are his favorite. He’ll sit on the windowsill on those nights he can’t sleep and watch the bright flashes of lightning streak across the sky like veins. The wondrous enormity of the world around him distracts from the noise in his head, the resounding thunderclap louder than his thoughts. Everything feels smaller, manageable. It’s peaceful even when the rain is a torrent. He feels calm for the first time in a long time knowing that there are things bigger than his anxieties, and more powerful too. And for a moment, everything’s not so loud.
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