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Independent, headcanon-based, canon divergent Mephiles The Dark
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Shadows just gonna… sneak a little kiss and try to escape his consequences afterward. (For any verse!)
(will be replied to properly on @fragmented-deity)
Your cosmog wants attention. All of your attention. It is shoving itself directly in your face for attention.
(I will be responding to this PROPERLY over on @fragmented-deity)
Contemplating remaking this blog but as an actual separate blog, so that it has its own dashboard and not just like, a conglomeration of every blog I have, lol.
It would still remain under this url, and I'd be adding a "moved" to this one so that I can keep all the posts on here (I have backed it up but it's also for others, and I'd probably queue up all my old posts on here to post to the new one).
Might do it for the other ones too, like @so-many-souls-so-little-time and @fragmented-deity (which I will be reblogging this to those so people know who don't follow this one). Similar to this one, they would remain under the same url, although so-many-souls would likely just have an "m" added to the end bc it's already ridiculously long lol.
No kisses he can’t handle it </3
This isn’t Shadow btw
HI HOLY SHIT I'VE BEEN PERCEIVED.
I love your art of Metalphiles
Pink; love as empathy
I think it fits perfectly!
@silver---linings @two-of-tails @fragmented-deity @sonic-the-hedgehog-91
Blue; love as peace
"I suppose it makes sense for me to be this one. Hmm..."
(Tagging: @a0iakuma, @dealfate, @asktheevilgeniusesson, @shadakai )
can i give you a smooch
"I question why you wish to at all, but I suppose, just... note that I don't want it anywhere on my muzzle near where a mouth should be. The cheek or forehead should more than suffice, so try not to be greedy." The deity fragment responded with some level of caution, keeping reptilian green hues on the anonymous entity who had chosen to ask for a 'smooch'.
reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30.
i received this anon & i just want to make a point.
The cosmog chirps at him and just kinda. Settles into his hands. It seems deeply content right where it is.
Oh. It...actually likes him. Huh. Lior continues to hold Cosmog with a sort of fragility, like he's afraid if he doesn't he might accidentally hurt it. He curled slightly around the pokemon, petting the top of its head quietly besides a small 'krrr' back as his chest rattled in an incredibly rusty, awkward purr.
You know what I'm a slut for? When a character visibly drops a ruse. Like, the way their face changes the moment they give up a facade and reveal themselves.
This applies to revealing love, apathy, anger, evil intent. I mcfuckin love it.
true to his word, lance provided a place of respect for innerste in the kingdom. it was not something lancelot was entirely proud of--he had wished he could provide something grander, something that spoke to the kindness and mercy of the deity, but he could not. not when camelot tries to appeal to all gods equally.
he sits down on his knees in a prayer in front of the altar once he had finally completed his duty. perhaps, after this, he would make his own personal space in his quarters for innerste, one where he could actually place more than the allotted offerings given. but for now, he stops to take a breath, and he can't help the soft clicking of purrs.
"i apologize that i cannot do anything more for you in the square," he murmurs, eyes still closed. "i assure you, once i am done for the day, i will gift you something better. give you all that you deserve."
It's... cute, sometimes. How the other does this, and then proceeds, in some fashion, to think it needs more. He is more than satisfied with the modest offering place within the kingdom he's given, but the idea of an altar within Lancelot's own quarters that is more personal to the knight is not something he will deny the other. Hearing the prayer with a flick of an ear, he preens, just a little.
"Nothing to apologize for, treasure. Everything you do is well appreciated and welcomed. But I will not deny you the ability to gift more, if that is truly what you wish to do." Innerste speaks through the other's mind, choosing after a little bit to appear properly after a moment once assured there won't be passersby staring at the two.
"I have never even had my own altar without Iblis being beside it, before. So having even something so modest so that no God stands out above another... it is something I am grateful for and delights me... immensely." The next words are whispered softly into the knight's ear as he kneels next to him.
*gifts mephilis a cosmog*
He looks down at the Cosmog, his awareness of pokemon is... interesting, to say the least, two hands holding onto it with a low hum.
"Thank you?" He thinks that's the appropriate response to receiving a pokemon as a gift...
He holds it carefully, just in case.
At least he has something other than himself in his blank space or prison. Something he... can't be angry at.
Innerste has decided based on the earlier given how adorable are you meme, to pick Starline up to. Well... snuggle him. There's very faint clicking sounds.
He's purring.
- @fragmented-deity
What in the Geiger counter was that noise- Oh! It was him! And Starline feels the... Warmth of the deity that holds him. He feels.... Safe. And he hates to admit to it, but he'd hate more if Innerste didn't know he's grateful for the comfort. So his arms wrap around him and he rests his head against him as he tries to focus on the soft clicking the hedgehog shaped creature made.
"... Thank you." He says so softly. Just a little whisper.
"Of course, little star. You are quite welcome." Innerste replied in a soft, low tone of voice. He's not sure why, but the nickname feels fitting, in a way. The platypus was named Starline after all, surely star themed nicknames were not out of the realm of thought.
Innerste is warm, feeling the platypus rest his head against him as he purred in the way hedgehogs tend to with a clicking sound to it. He's in his organic form as it's softer and generally fluffier, so the soft fur is well felt given the height difference as he makes sure he supports the other properly.
“Hm. How ironic, that a god is talking to me on this sort of subject. But, i know better than to deny myself the wisdom of gods. Afterall, you and others like you will be the only thing constant and staying. As.. distant as you all are.” Shadow let out a soft hum, his voice ever so slightly muffled from the pillow, since he was laid out on his stomach for comfortability.
“While you have a point, Oh dark one, i know myself i wont have the motivation or desire to upkeep a house that would, over decades, just feel more and more hollow the more mortals stay and leave. Therefore i risk loosing all i have of them if that were to start being the case. A cave will not wither. I can keep every reminder of them safe and sound here.” Shadow began, his tone gentle as his voice soft and understanding. Eyes fixated on his own shadow. “I dont do this on purpose, but you can imagine it to be hard for someone with no godly ties to try and be around others after already experiencing loss at such a young age. But, i dont expect a god to truly comprehend what grief loss brings. You and the rest like you arent.. well. You dont seem very social, ill say that. But i cant blame any of you for it, mortals can be cruel.” He took a deep breath and sigh, shaking his head and fussing with his headquills in a small stim motion.
“My point is, i stay here to keep their memory from fading due to my own negligence. And i try when i can to make the effort to be around them, to be there for them- to do what i can. But its just.. hard to find the motivation when i know that, thanks to my father, i am forever bound to the fate of loneliness. It doesnt mean i dont value their friendship and companionship any less, however.” Shadow tried to explain the best he could- but he knew his fate. No matter how many eons when dark gaia would awaken, it would leave him standing and wipe out the rest. He’d watch friends and family rise and fall, dont even get him started on thinking of the possibility of a lover- that was.. that was too painful to think of. He could love this potential partner for years, and years. But in time it would end with them passing on, leaving him to walk alone. Its why he didnt dare put his heart out there like that. He wasnt going to hurt himself, and the other, that way. It would be cruel of him to seek that from a mortal. The short hedgehog gave a heavy breath as his head sunk into the pillow. Finally after some silence, he spoke up again.
“..tell me, if you may. When you gain your energy and such back, what do you plan to do?, naturally given your nature i’d assume you’re already planning how to kill me as revenge for what ive done to you, hm?” It wouldnt be the first time someone wanted him dead for his mistakes. But he wouldnt press on that.
He listens, waiting patiently for Shadow to run through the various words. It does hurt when he says he doesn't understand loss. He does, he wished he understood it less. He had experienced a loss of self, a loss of those he trusted. He'd seen generations upon generations of Soleanna peoples before his erasure and his split...die despite his hard work to protect them. To the point, perhaps, he had become numb to the loss sure.
But he knew loss, still. Even if it didn't seem that way.
"Humans... or Mortals, are the reason I exist as I do. I was once whole, once something else than this. That something else witnessed much loss. I... in this state. Have lost... my other half. The other side of myself that made up that something else." He murmured lowly.
"...I don't know. My original objective for such a thing is no longer attainable. I have no intent of killing you. There would be no point." Mephiles rumbled in a soft mutter, his ears folding back in slight annoyance.
"...I suppose stay around, for now. Until I do figure out what I wish to do now that I can't do what I used to have in mind."
Pain. Awareness was often spotty of where he was, but he could tell they were inside... somewhere. He heard voices. Feminine. But not the bat that the ebony hedgehog typically hung around most often, from the murk of the other's shadow, Mephiles cracked open glowing mint-green eyes, trying to focus his vision out of the bleary, blurred state of his semi-dormant self whenever he could manage it.
Rabbits. The two feminine voices, one young, one older, were from two rabbits. Clearly mother and daughter from appearance. He just barely dragged himself further out of the hedgehog's shadow. The other had been aware of him for a while now after the Metal Virus incident had occurred. He hadn't wanted to reveal himself so carelessly, but it had greatly irritated him to see the Ultimate Lifeform (supposedly) succumbing to the virus that should have been no problem simply because he was being overly arrogant and stupid.
His head forms, the crystalline appearance his preference normally, but unable to muster the strength necessary to adjust his physical form to such a state, he's left in his more organic shape, head hung slightly so the smaller rabbit can't quite see he doesn't have a mouth. Just in case it bothers her. He didn't want to unnerve an innocent child. He just wanted more awareness to... observe. Even if it might cause awkwardness.
"... Greetings."
( @fragmented-deity - Erased Verse! )
♪ it had been a well-needed check-in after the seemingly never ending torture of the metal virus. cream had been so excited to see everyone again--worried to see everyone again, and vanilla would be lying if she said she was not in the exact same boat.
♪ the friends cream had made were rambunctious, sure, but they had meant a lot to cream. they meant a lot to vanilla, most of them being her honorary adoptive kids. if they called, she would be there--most of them were young, too young in her opinion, and barely any of them had any sort of parental figure.
♪ vanilla did not mind being the matron. everyone respected her, as she did them. it was a balanced lifestyle.
♪ as cream continued to fawn over shadow, excited to see him safe and sound, vanilla noticed a shift. it was subtle at first, a shift of shadow's own shadow, but it slowly formed into something else entirely. and soon enough, yet another being was in her home.
♪ she stares him down. it's calculating, a sharp look seemingly piercing into his soul--but a smile continues to stay on her face. it barely shifts into something softer as she seems to have gotten an idea of the other.
♪ he reminded him of her older days: tired, confused, scared. but he was still clinging on, using any means to do so.
♪ and when she notices him shyly watching from behind shadow, careful to not show his entirety... well. she can't help but feel the same as she did with cream's other friends. cream gawked at him, enraptured by the sudden appearance of a supposed copy of one of her favorite people.
♪ "hello there," her voice is warm, inviting, "you've missed the debriefing on the metal virus. i'm vanilla--this is cream." a hand gestures to her daughter, who waves excitedly. "would you mind introducing yourself? i'm afraid we haven't met; shadow is quite quiet about his own adventures."
Had he all of his limbs currently formed, they would have frozen mid movement, as it is, reptilian green lock with Vanilla's gaze and hold it, almost frozen.
They don't know him, of course they don't, no one does anymore, but in their case... it could be... forgiven. Of a sort. They weren't there in Soleanna when his erasure happened. They were not supposed to know who he was... because they hadn't yet met him.
It stung a little less, the not knowing, when he thought of it in this way.
"...I am known as Mephiles." He began, then paused, hesitant to truly give his full title, given its connotation. But he powered through the matter, deciding that it's not worth the effort to hide what would surely be spoken in full eventually anyways. "... Mephiles The Dark. The... Mind... of what was once... Solaris."
It still hurt to think of themselves... just himself now, he must remember that... as not only unknown to those around them... but no longer capable of becoming what he once was. He was a Mind of a God. Half of a deity.
Who now could no longer ever be whole.
"... I... assisted Shadow. During the Virus. To... attempt to prevent his infection. Within Sunset City." He felt the need to explain his role, to explain himself to the older rabbit. Forcing more of an energy drain to form enough of a mouth so that when his head tilted up, it was not a smooth, blank muzzle as an arm formed from the darkness and waved in return.
There had been no need for acknowledgement, but really, he'd invited it upon speaking. His gaze is careful, as he makes no move to completely exit the shadow just yet even if he does form the rest of his 'body' enough that he could. Some of it still such a deep black it blended with the shadow thrown from the ebony hedgehog.
That sounded.. cruel. No wonder he’d be screaming that he wanted to exist the last they thought. The timeline had been trying to eject and tear him apart.. and he just- denied him entirely of that. The guilt squeezed his innards like the doom morphs had. Where he could feel his entire insides shifting and squeezing to change and adapt. But this was more painful, dare he say. His promise to maria.. and he’d possibly failed to uphold it denying the deity the right to exist. He had no excuse. No matter how mad he was in the moment nothing could excuse that.
He sent a silent prayer, mentally, seeking forgiveness from his dear sister and creator, before he took a breath. Moving carefully, he stood infront of the other, holding his shoulders properly to keep him from collapsing. His expressions were hard to read, but there was an obvious look of guilt to his ruby-red eyes that burned throughout his face. “..if i were to refuse you the right to exist a third time, maria would surely be disappointed, or worse. She said it best. Everyone deserves a chance to be happy and live. Or, in your case.. Exist. Consider this a way of my forgiveness twords you for the chaos you’d caused, great one.” The small hog spoke gently, slowly kneeling down to the other. Simply keeping himself still to allow the other his shadow. “..do whatever you need, Mephiles. I doubt you could kill me, so i dont see need to fear of betrayal for allowing this.”
In any other situation, Mephiles would have bristled further at the implication that he was anything except strong and capable of slaughtering anyone he so chose where they stood. In this case, however... he knew the opposite to be true, even if he didn't want to admit to that.
He was so weak he could barely keep himself upright, the constant fight just to stay in the timeline and not be ejected to the timeless space he'd been sealed in known as White Space where he couldn't even heal anyway was draining on him, rendering him perhaps should he have pushed it, only capable of one greater feat before he lost that sort of fight and was shoved out regardless of his wishes.
Forgiveness.
It was such an... interesting choice of wording. Did this version remember him more than he realized? He'd said the third time. But to his recollection, his denial of existence had been once. The blue blur had been the one to lay the blow that had eradicated their whole self from existence. Rendered all the more painful when he found he couldn't feel nor find Iblis this time. He'd searched nearly every timeline that there was a Shadow within. And none held even a hint of Iblis. Nothing.
It had been the hardest blow to take, knowing that he was a mind of a god without its power, either doomed to hollow existence, or to possibly be twisted into something else as he continued to exist in this permanently fragmented state.
"...I thank you, Shadow The Hedgehog." Mephiles told him, the expression both a sense of deja-vu for him and how he had thanked him once for his resurrection upon breaking out of the scepter, rendering him, at least at the time what he had thought, to never have to go back into that blasted device again.
Time however had a way of being cruel in that fashion. As upon erasure, he'd been trapped in it until Shadow had fought with him as he tried to restore himself to the timeline in a way he had thought had been the means to do so. And nearly again if he hadn't managed to half latch enough to Shadow as he fought Devil Doom and the resulting distortion had been enough for him to just barely pull himself into the timeline, no matter how painful it had been.
"...I will not let your... generosity... go to waste." He added, before sinking and latching tightly to Shadow's own shadow, feeling the other's form and powers flow into him as he shifted to look much closer to the other before becoming formless and vanishing completely into the shadow.
Shadow wasnt stupid. He knew of his immortality. Something he grew to hate. Because no matter how happy he might be, how joyful he was surrounded by his peers, friends, his team.. he was going to be alone eventually. It would be a cycle of just.. him meeting and loosing people decades and decades. Only he and the gods and deitys of this world would stay permanently. The only way he could die was if these gods saw him unworthy of life or wished to mercy kill him. Or if someone was batshit enough to find some loophole around his life expectancy— so.. he.. wasnt scared of the deity sharing his shadow. Dare he say he might welcome death if he got enough energy to snuff him out when he was done. He’d done what he could to fulfil her wish. He’d do it as long as he could. But gaias, solaris.. every god, be damned. He was tired. He was so tired because he knew he would know no rest. Doom never gave him rest. The power of the alien race he was made to lead wouldnt either— it was so exhausting but..
If he could do what he could to help mortal or god, he’d do it. For her wish. For her happiness. It wasn’t ever for himself, he knew he’d be left alone again in due time. But the gesture was worth it, was it not? He gave a heavy sigh as he watched the other disappear into his shadow. He supposed if this might take awhile then.. better get him somewhere comfortable.
Aka, a cave. One he lived in. The ultimate lifeform, living in a cave despite having a team, friends who’d help him get a house? Their efforts would be wasted anyway. Like their mortal selves the house would wither and decay, a cave, would not. Forever stood like he was. It didnt even take a second, an easy ‘chaooos.. CONTROL!’ before he was inside the spacious natural home. Decorated with what little he had left from the ark, gifts from others, pictures, albeit not framed, and loads of lavender to keep the place smelling alive.
Settling into the area he deemed a ‘bed’ even if he never needed the sleep, which was a slated rock, shaped well for resting on or sunbathing, considering natural sunlight broke in from a cracked opening right above it. A singular pillow, large and comfortable, rouges gift, laid ontop of it. He settled onto the depressing yet homely ‘bed’ and waited for the deity. He was unsure if he’d emerge and try to kill him or stay comfortably in his shadow for who knows how long. He could wait. He had all the time in the world… literally.
He could sense the others emotional state. And as much as it was immensely satisfying to finally have Shadow be miserable after shiving him so many times in that god forsaken Scepter... He knew it really wasn't something to encourage him to continue.
He knew how that pain felt. He was always in pain. Even without that fight and hopping from timeline to timeline, he was still in a constant state of some variation of pain. The hollow feeling had never left, only growing deeper with the lack of assurance of Iblis' presence in the tether between them, the ends now frayed to the point it may as well have been cut.
"...Eternity might be a curse, Shadow The Hedgehog, but you should not spend it wallowing in sparse accommodation simply for the fact that something may wither and die. Houses can be fixed, improved, and grow with you. And companionship, no matter how fleeting it might be, is something to cherish and experience fully, not be drawn away from for fear of attachment and more loss." Mephiles speaks in a firm tone of voice, a huff to it as he offered what comfort he could manage. Trying, in his own roundabout way, to get Shadow to stop lingering on the concept of death.
