Obi-Wan's feelings about Anakin after Revenge of the Sith and especially once he finds out Anakin didn't die give me such a precise feeling, one that I've otherwise only ever felt in Andrea Gibson's 'Photoshopping my sister's mugshot' (which is a beautiful poem but big cw for substance abuse and addiction themes and having a loved one in that situation):
not me falling off the wagon of my unforgiveness
running to the police station
begging them to replace your photo with the negative
the dark side in full light
. . .
it isn't the right exposure
because you were also the kindest person I ever knew
and that in itself has been its own dark room
considering the ugliness is to scale
considering our family tree
and how there isn't a person who loves you
who isn't dead on the branch
how loving you less might have been the sweetest gift
I could have given my own life
but how that sweetness would have rotted God's teeth
when every Christmas morning
you woke me at four am
more excited for me to open my stocking
than you were to open yours
how do I say that to a judge and not sound insane
how do I say the truth isn't the right filter
the truth knows nothing of who you almost were
but I do
I do
'loving you less might have been the sweetest gift I could have given my own life'. like. yeah. if only it worked like that
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I watched an mdzs animatic with a song from wicked, and something in my mind finally clicked and now I want to scream about how similar my current and my past hyperfixations are.
"Good news, the witch is dead!" like
"No good deeds" is such a "character pushed to their limits" song. Imagine it before the nightless city. The first scream, as Wen Ning and Wen Qing walk away. The chanting as he lies there, unable to move, praying for them to be well. Memories of people he loves: Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli, Lan Zhan, the Wen siblings.
"Was I really seeking good, or just seeking attention?" -- as he looks at the burial mounds and leaves.
"If I cannot succeed, Fiero, saving you, I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again." -- as he learns about Wen Qing and Wen Ning's death.
Ending with him arriving at Nightless city and pulling out the flute.
I want to see it animated so much!
My skills are so annoyingly not up to the task. Maybe if my hyperfixation survives long enough that I learn drawing and animating things well? It'll be the third mdzs animatic I really wish to do one day. Maybe one day.
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Tiavel: I learned something very surprising about wardens. They purr! At least, Yugoth does! When I came to visit it, the warden came right over to me, and was actually acting affectionate! I am beginning to think the warden actually enjoys my presence. It actually seemed like it wanted to follow me home... though it stopped right at the edge of the ancient city and didn't follow me any further. You're probably going to think I'm nuts, but... honestly? It's kinda... cute. In its own way... even if it keeps putting that weird mushroomy goop in my mane!
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So im still exhausted. I keep making dumb mistakes and doing stupid shit like leaving charging cords at work or at home. My coordination is gone, im tripping and knocking into things. My eyes feel sore??? All i want to do anymore is lie down and try to sleep. :/
I think i was running on pure adrenaline last week...and now that 'panic' mode is done my body is paying me back for all the stress. :( i barely slept the entire time i was traveling, i regularly drove for like 10+ hrs on next to no sleep which...yeah. I know. Dangerous. The constant tension of whether or not snow was going to make my next route passable, and worry over keeping other people's schedules. And then to get to my grandparents house and to find out they're not moving till may and the 'end of march' deadline was an arbitrary schedule that didnt actually matter. Im not mad, i cant be mad at them they're moving which is stress enough, im just...mourning my exhaustion and inability to function lol. Had they let me wait even one more month the snow and the insane storms would have been gone.
Anyway, just thinking about that feeling of 'safety' or 'comfort' and how precious a thing it is for me (and my sleep) . After my anxiety started growing worse it takes a LOT for me to feel 'safe' with someone or somewhere. My italian grandparent's house would be one, nick's sister's house would be another. And then my friends house in the mountains of oregon, who are just the kindest, most generous people. The two nights i spent there were literally the only times i slept last week.
Back in the fall of 2018, six months after grandpa died and still unemployed, i helped grandma travel by train to ohio, flew back to seattle, stayed with sanjeev for a week ish, and then started south to los angeles because i literally couldnt think of anywhere else to go. And these friends in oregon - they were off traveling at the time - let me stay in their house for over a week. I was so scared about the future, i was still grieving and feeling like a total ghost, still processing my dad's very friendly comment (when i asked him why he hadn't offered to let me stay in his house after i flew back from ohio) about how if i couldn't afford to house myself i deserved to be homeless.
(honestly that wasn't even the part that bothered me - i knew that about my dad from the time when i was a kid and he would point out homeless people to me and jokingly say 'that will be you as an artist!'. Instead of instilling fear in me though this backfired and all my charity work in high school dealt with homeless shelters lol. But no, the part that bothered me was how he tacked another comment onto the end - that life 'couldn't go back to how it was'. THAT was when i broke down crying in front of him because i think stupid me still genuinely believed that if i moved back to seattle my dad would go back to being my best friend and it'd be us against the world again.)(i saw him for five minutes in sac last week - he refused to even have lunch with us)
Instead in 2018 i was anchorless, emotionally disconnected from reality, and instead of comdemning me like everybody else in my family, my friends were like 'dont worry about it, the house is empty, please use it.' And i did! I was nervous at first. But then i started exploring the area - went to a bunch of state parks out in the middle of nowhere hidden in the high desert. Ended up LOVING one of them and collected those tacky tourist maps and just scribbled all my observations and tips on the best roads to drive/things to do/see onto the margins. And i collected all the brochures and compiled a kind of guide, and left it on the counter just in case my friends hadn't found that particular area to explore yet. And sure enough, they hadn't! To this day they still talk about how happy they were to have all these suggestions and things to see, and how that particular area is now one of their favorite places to visit. So what im saying is that's the only place i got any rest last week. Also those pancakes. I need to make those pancakes.
Anyway i'm just so fucking tired, man. This is the second 'vacation' where i've come back more exhausted than when i left, i think i need to do something differently. (also fuck you dad, five years in LA and not homeless once)
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He remembers the day his childhood died. Time off from class, a game of Lunaro played among friends as another noodled away on the shawzin. Some well deserved time off while the jump to Tau got moved again.
...ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇᴄᴋs, ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, sᴛᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇʟɪǫᴜᴀʀʏ ғɪᴇʟᴅ ᴅʀɪʟʟ.
Kids rushing over to the window, Saturn looming over them all as the countdown began. The stars outside slowly getting drowned out as the ship geard up for the jump
ғᴏᴜʀ...ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ...ᴛᴡᴏ...
Looking back on it now, he wonders if the stars knew just where their lives were all about to turn in that moment.
Fuck. It all went downhill...so, so quickly. Something went wrong with the jump, leaving them all adrift. The longer they were all out here...something about the air seemed to shift. An erratic sense of wrongness spreading through the adults, the children all starting to lock themselves away in different corners of the ships as the adults started growing increasingly violent.
He just...had to grab something. Spare supplies that the classroom he and the others locked themselves in didn't have. There were some abandoned dormizones nearby that had to have what he was looking for and-
A knife dug into his shoulder from behind, pulling a small yell from the boy. Barely getting time to get away before a hand wrapped around his throat, forcing him to stare into the empty eyes of what should have been his father.
The next moments were all a blur. An unsteady swing of the object in his hands, a broken off piece of the ship, now internally greatful he had chosen to pick it up.
And he swung, knocking the man off his feet. And then he did again...and again...and again. The snap and crunch of his father's bones, the way his arm screamed in agony, begging for the boy to stop. He couldn't he...he'd die otherwise.
It was all a blur but it all stood out so brightly in his memory.
Blood pooled around his feet. The clatter of the hunk of metal slipping from bloodied hands rang in his ears. His father, dead on the ground in front of him. His breath escaped him in soft pants, his hand reaching up to his shoulder, applying pressure to where he was still bleeding.
He needed a moment to steady himself, eventually stumbling away from his father's body.
That was the moment the kid he was died. Left bloody and broken on the floor of the Zariman. Lost to the void, just like so much of his past.
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I wanna stick my head under his shirts and pop up at his neck facing him or just bury my face in them smelling his scent and clean linens. bye what do you hc his scent to smell like?
I WISH TO DO THE SAME ANON I'm gonna canon ball into his laundry basket
I'm pretty sure aki would smell like cigarette smoke most of the time.... but I also imagine him to wear some kind of natural-smelling cologne, like a rich cedar wood kind of smell
and his fresh laundry smells like wild flowers
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i kinda just have to put my thoughts somewhere cause... idk
so I've been raiding an ancient city in one of my worlds recently, I've done it before enough that I have a system, but this time... i don't know.
I play with the sounds off (cause college & my phone hates headphones) and i'm used to it enough, so i crouch practically everywhere in the deep dark, constantly on the lookout for mobs/water and lots of wool for chests. I'm used to playing the game in utter silence/with background music but for some reason while going through the city today I was struck with this odd feeling of just ... displacement almost. how if it were in real life the actions i was taking, sneaking through this abandoned/ruined city and prying open chests to take what got left behind would almost be sacrilegious in a way, a warped mirror of grave robing whatever the intentions. and i know it's a game, but sometimes you look at a ruin, one inhabited at least twice, and you look at the books and crystals you carry....
i know it's a game, that the ancient cities are there for you to explore, but the story says something lived here, in a world you now live utterly alone in, something lived here, and something happened. And the loot you get feels a bit heavier, a bit dirtier, a lot older
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