The grand hall echoes with the ticking of thousands, maybe millions, of golden clocks. Glowing eyes watch Forzen from every angle, watching from between the gears of the clocks or in the shadows of the entity sitting on the throne. The hands of the clock reach out for Forzen. Shadows reach towards the entity crowned in light. It’s made of darkness, something that has never seen the stars.
Tommy as Forzen knows him is just a man with odd eyes. He’d called it scleral icterus, but Dr Freeman, the man in the mixology department, said that it wasn’t.
Now, the entity speaks, and truth molds itself to its words. Time is guided by its hand, raised in punishment. The gentle hand of it reaches out to Forzen, pulling him closer. Eyes once yellow now see through any lie told. Forzen wants to throw up, to tear out his brain, to wipe any memory of it from his mind. Forzen wants to kneel before it, to worship it, to stand in its presence until Time finds him. This must be God. This must be the Devil.
The entity looks humanoid. The entity bears no resemblance to anything, living or dead. The entity loves Forzen. The entity wants him dead. The entity has no face. The entity has the most beautiful face Forzen can imagine.
The man’s life melts away in the presence of this deity, this mind-bending entity. He has no purpose but to serve it. He’s always served it. Whatever it desires, the man will do. Hands that once were brown reach out, begging to touch the entity for even a brief moment. Hands that shine with gears and liquid gold fall back upon the entity looking upon the man. The only thing in this void of ticking and watching is the entity and the man. He sees through the entity’s eyes, how puny his body is. How pathetic he is, to think such a beautiful thing would ever want him. How kind the beast is, to desire his slavery.
They’re part of everything. They can see through Time’s lies, they can see the world as it should be, they can see what never was. They don’t want to separate from themselves. They want to get their freedom back.
The man staggers away from the entity. It peers down at them. The man is sick. The man is lovestruck. The man is running away. The man stays still. The man needs to escape. The man needs to join the entity again.
Doctor Hayden Bubby laughs as the prone man fights, twitching on the ground.
Professor “Coomer” points his gun at Dr Bubby.
Mr Darnold wants to scream at the two.
Officer Benji Reymond watches as anarchy breaks.
The man is dead. The man holds a gun to the entity.
Forzen won. Tommy lays in a growing pool of his own ichor. Yellow tinted eyes look up at Forzen with a mix of disbelief and sorrow. A burned hand reaches up to touch the hole in his chest, the hand coming away stained with gold.
“...Tommy?” Forzen rasps out, dropping to his knees. He tosses his gun aside in favor of holding his friend close. Forzen feels numb as he watches ichor drip onto the tiles.
“It’s okay, Mr Forzen!” Tommy smiles weakly, reaching up to pat his friend’s face. Gold is smeared across Forzen’s cheek where Tommy touched him. The military man breaks.
“I-I didn’t mean to! I, I just thought…” Forzen’s face feels hot as tears drip down to mix with the ichor. He holds Tommy close, knowing there’s nothing he can do. He’s seen too many good men and women die to be fooled.
“It’s okay.” Tommy repeats. “You didn’t know. You never knew.”
As Tommy goes limp, Forzen screams. He screams until his voice cracks, then screams more. He calls for whoever made fate to kill him too. He weeps until his voice is lost as well. There’s no coming back this time. The entity known as Tommy isn’t coming back.
@inkzectz here's a poorly made tomzen angst fic because I've hit block in the longer, fluffier one
I wish I had money 😢😢🥺 I get so excited when there's plushie merch!! I love the soft creatures!!
Hey, Half-life community! Do you like plushies? Do you like half-life merchandise? Then, are you in luck!
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The goal for it is 1,500, with around 1,030 already pledged, so go pledge, if you can, and spread the word! Like and reblog to help spread the word!
This Kickstarter campaign is going on until October 13th, so pledge what you can and spread the word!
As of right now, all we need is $462 left before the campaign is fully funded! Hurry before this little goober gets sent back into stasis.
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Old man yaoi...
This is actually just me figuring out my design for old men. I hate it so much I hate drawing naked people but I had to do it. I didn't even put anything under the censor I just felt uncomfortable without it.
Details about details under cut thank you
"Bubby" canonly has no gender according to Gir. I am politely ignoring that "Bubby's" Canon age is 6 because he just? Doesn't really do that? He said he was injected with knowledge tubes for 12 years (I think), so I'm pretty sure "Bubby" saying he was 6 was just another lie. "Bubby" mentions that he has a bionic heart when he uses the HEV charge station one time, so I added that in as a plate over his metal heart. Besides that, he's just a guy who can float to space sometimes.
Coomer is just a forgetful old man. I actually enjoyed drawing him, he has such a cool design. I added in some Power Fists™ to go along with his Power Legs™.
Also I'm bad at faces so I just snagged some scientist faces from Google thank you bye
So I'm doing a durge run with Legion and I'm trying to do a resist Bhaal but I can't resist the unique durge dialog. So I've already accidently killed Gale and broken my oath within the first 30 min.
Anyway Legion is an actual himbo that is Trying His Best
I haven't seen anyone say this before, so:
Frumentarii means grain farmers in Latin (according to google translate). Vulpes Inculta is the leader of the Legion's farms.
Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!
Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.
It makes me so upset when a comic takes this perfectly fine man and makes him a teenage twink. That man was an attractive assassin. He was training when he was a teen. Why is he a twink, webtoon.
Let me have my damned man. He can become a force of nature as a bear.
I don't want to see more twinks. Every single male protagonist looks the same. I wanna see every single male protagonist look the same, but as a bear.
Yeah, I get that nobody expects the twink to kick ass, but still. Let the bear have more than two frames before he goes back in time or gets reincarnated.
(This post was inspired by me scrolling through recommended webtoons and seeing the exact same twink over and over. And also I'm still mad that the mad demon became a twink, that man was FINE)
It's a he/they situation. I take commissions for art and fics. I'm not going to respond to anything that's not an actual ask.
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