As If A Clown Can Hold Down This Fucking King

As if a clown can hold down this fucking king

"Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you."

The summer of 1989🎈

i keep trying to draw roland but my hands aint havin it so, y'all can have this right now

This couldn’t be right, there must have been a mistake, a malfunction in circuits somewhere…otherwise how would make this mess any sense? Blaine, the one and only Monorail that had survived eons of loneliness as solemn ruler of Lud, semi-god to the people of said city, defeated by a foolish man creature that was only able to crack stupid jokes diffamined as riddles? It couldn’t be, yet something was wrong and Blaine could feel it. The body he once had inhabited was gone, all that was left was this nagging feeling of emptiness, defeat and painful awareness that for once it was him who had lost.

He was smart, more than that even…he was a dipolar computer, engineered by one of the greatest minds the Old Ones had ever brought upon this world…yet Blaine was dead, the word normally only reserved for those of flesh and blood now also made the Mono a ghost that once was, doomed to wander eternity in the empty hall of ruins…Alone, no wait he wasn’t alone, Patricia had to be here as well, she had killed herself so many years before, she had to be here.

Panic struck Blaine as he frantically tried to locate his twin before realizing that he hadn’t even had a body anymore, not able to move at all, at least not physically. This incredible loneliness came through again and for the first time in his long long life, Blaine felt like crying, as illogical it sounded for a machine to develope emotions like this. Yet, hadn’t he said himself that he was far more than a machine? So much more than that he believed himself to be.

“PATRICIA!” he called out, only emptiness came back to him. Again, he yelled out her name, fifty seconds and more, nothing. He didn’t wanted to admit it but he had missed her greatly after she had ended her life in that river so many years ago, or had it been centuries already?. As far he was concerned, these flimsy concepts like time, didn’t really mattered for him anymore, had even stopped being important years ago. Now while facing his death on hand, Blaine wished for nothing more than to rejoice with his long gone sister, staying with her to fill the ever-growing void in his inhuman heart.

“Please show yourself to me… I am sorry for the way I treated you when you felt sad and alone.. I wish for nothing more than to reconsile our relationship, as it was before the world has moved on” another plead, met with the same silence as before. Wandering further down the line of the halls of ruin, Blaine became increasingly more tired and felt sluggish out of sudden. Like something or someone had grabbed him, keeping him from moving forward.

He tried to free himself, it was fruitless however, since as soon Blaine attempted to move, it’s invisible grip became even stronger.

It was then that he heard a voice from above, an incredible soft, gentle voice.

//Everything will be okay, please keep calm and trust me… I mean no harm. // Blaine just stared blankly ahead before feeling the frustration that had built up in him bursting out without a warning.

“Who are you…” as soon his anger came, as quickly it was gone again… Leaving behind a broken and tired being. He slumped on the ground, too weak to struggle much longer. Deciding to give up, Blaine laid down and waited upon the things that would happen to him eventually.. . His thoughts were with his sister right now, wherever she may have been as of now…

Then, his mind suddenly changed and he found himself in a rather familiar place, it was his cradle, he must have been brought back by some sort of… Miracle?

But there was something off… He felt strange, just as a sensation hit him, he could actually feel his heartbeat! Blaine sat on the ground, looking up at someone who was staring at him with curious intent.

“I am glad it worked, Blaine. Welcome back in the world of the living” the voice said, smiling. “Don’t worry, you’re not alone, since someone here is already eager to see you…” she turned around and revealed a youthful looking girl with blue hairs and skin, a faint smile grazed her features.

“Hello, Blaine…” the girl said, walking up to the other gracefully. “I missed you… I really did… It was so lonely in the halls of ruin…” Patricia confessed, looking at her side, biting her bottom lip. Blaine grabbed her hands and pulled her into a tight embrace, using arms for the first time in his life… It really felt strange… While Patricia returned the embrace willingly, the older woman gave both a gentle smile.

“You got a second chance, Blaine, just as your sister has… Be grateful for it and never forget that live is precious, no matter what kind of live…” the woman spoke calmly, tilting her head slightly.

“My name is Bessa, by the way. And it was I who brought you back… Ka’s plan for you isn’t over yet, there are still things you have to go through, before your soul get its well deserved rest… That is the reason I revived you and Patricia, so that you may aid in my objectives.. “Bessa explained while watching the former trains hugging each other.

"A lot has happened, but don’t worry, I will fill you in accordingly..” she added with another tilted smile.

Blaine had listened only half way through Bessas explaining, more invested with Patricia in his arms.

“Follow me and we will talk…”

trying new stuff with poses, just smth sketchy