I...don't know what I'm becoming.
I'm afraid to say what I think is happening.
More and more I get these shifts where I can feel my body changing. I know it's not physically but I feel my paws and teeth and claws and my body feels larger and trying to escape its confines.
They differ from my coyote shifts. These are inherently distressing. I've spoken about them in several posts, about this werewolf thing that started a couple or so months ago despite me never identifying as one.
I'm scared.
When December of last year came around my life changed drastically as I realized that my parents' relationship had disintegrated. My family was going to split and since then I've been under a considerable amount of stress and anxiety.
These shifts are out of my control. I'm terrified. I've told my therapist about it, but I feel it grows worse with passing time.
I don't know what I'm becoming.
I hope this all passes soon.
(Note: I am not trying to offend anyone, and I apologise if I have. This is just how I feel right now. I'm not looking to argue.)
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Visions Of A Downfall
I've always headcanoned that Ezra had visions about his “death” in rebels and he knew for weeks about it… poor boy. Anyway, that’s what this is about! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Feel free to drop by my inbox with your ideas!
Genre: Random???
Characters: Ezra Bridged (mentions of Kanan Jarrus)
Warnings: Mentions of death
Ezra slowly rose from bed, groggy from the lack of sleep, his feet shuffling unevenly on the floor of the Ghost. His blue eyes were squinted as if they did not want to open, but Ezra wouldn't have been able to sleep anyway. Sometimes, there were downsides to being a Jedi. Sometimes the nightmares were too much for him to handle.
Hands stretched out in front of him, feeling the wall so he wouldn't fall in the dark, his raven hair was a mess from the tossing and turning he’d done in dreamland.
The cool metal of the door handle brushed against his bare palm, and he grasped it, not quite used to lacking the feeling of his usual gloves on his hands.
The Jedi apprentice opened the door slowly, as to not make a sound and awaken the rest of the crew. He’d never hear them end of it from Zeb if he did.
Now, the stars above seemed infinite, beckoning as they traced out a thousand different stories across the blackness of the sky.
Grass swirled around his ankles, stirred by the light breeze, as he gazed up at the stunning night, the two moons casting his face in a silvery glow.
Ezra had always wondered how the stars got to be in the sky, when he was little. At first, the Jedi thought that they were guiding beacons for the ships above, lighting the way so they would never be in the dark. Then, when he was a bit older, he assumed that they were ghosts wandering among the planets in search of each other and freedom.
Now, he had less fantastical guesses, as he’d travelled from planet to planet and spotted the firey spheres that the stars really were.
A loth-cat stalked through the grasses ahead of him, fur seeming to meld with the landscape around it. It darted away as the raven haired boy continued his walk.
So much had happened during theses last few weeks. Some things were miracles, others almost too far from it to be possible.
But he didn't want to think about their losses now.
His eyes reflected the glow of a passing ship overhead, some imperial transport that didn't even give Ezra a second glance.
In the dark and lacking his usual attire, he probably hadn't even been spotted.
Ezra reached the crest of the hill that the Ghost had used for cover, and settled himself in the grasses.
He didn't mind the silence as the ship sped too far away to see, the wind finally dying down. It was far more peaceful them the dreams he’d been having.
The Loth-cat circled back towards the Jedi boy, but he didn't notice.
He knew, from the dreams, that something just as bad as Kanan’s death was coming for him, too.
His own downfall, possibly, but he couldn’t tell.
Jedi visions were always like that. Clear but unclear, like water blurred by the stirring of a sandy bottom.
He knew that he was approaching the end of his time, though in this life, this crew of even this galaxy were details he hadn't been given.
Maybe he’d see Kanan again.
Ezra was ready for this fate, whatever was coming for him or whatever would finally being him down.
He’d done enough for the galaxy to finally rest. For as long as the forces of the universe could keep him asleep, anyway. Ezra had a knack for getting out of the strangest of predicaments.
The galaxy might fade, he might fade, but he’d done enough.
Ezra returned to the ship, silent as the ghost he was doomed to become.
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Question: my shoulder was a little sore this morning. (I spent a lot of yesterday crafting, and experienced Beginner's Hubris.) My shoulder feels fine now.
I was planning to do art today, but I am torn between "...I should probably rest my shoulder, actually" and "but it feels fine now."
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person invited me out for coffee before they went to Oslo. was excited about someone taking interest in me and potentially gaining a new friend. Over the course of them being in Oslo started to get depressed and went to get antidep. person came back and scheduled the coffee. was anxious about it the whole lead up. had to cancel bc i was on the verge of tears on the day of. said it was ok, I asked to reschedule next week. still actually really don't wanna do it and now I've just kicked the anxiety ball further down the road. why is this happening? it's not like I don't like her , if I wasn't interested then I would just blow it off for good instead of cancelling but I've just started to feel more and more depressed again, and it doesn't feel like a good time to meet new people. I don't feel I can cancel again shell think I don't like her and I do . I kind of low-key hope she forgets about it bc i dont know what else to do .
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