being shunned has destroyed me
and maybe...
the tears that moisten my notebook pages
the tears that get lost between my piano keys
the tears that drip off my fretboard
the constant pressure in my chest
my notebook filled with lyrics of grief
my gallery filled with undeleted photos
the times i torture myself by looking at them anyway, out of fear of forgetting what they all look like
the growing number of blades i have scattered about
my gradual obsession with sharp hunting knives
my frequent walks through the woods, imagining what tree branch would hold my homemade noose "just in case"
gripping the steering wheel as i drive over water
forcing my eyes to stay on the road as i drive over a bridge
afraid to take walks on a busy sidewalk, in fear of impulsively jumping in front of a vehicle
the lack of color present in my appearance
my entire wardrobe being black
only feeling like myself if i have jet black hair, no longer wanting to see my eyes without dark eyeliner obscuring them
the same songs about loss playing in my ear
the songs getting heavier and heavier, where you can hear the vocalist's pain, and the instruments scream in sync
the lack of energy to attend simple online therapy, only attending for a sense of friendship and support
feeling lost once again as soon as the meetings end
the anxiety that surfaces, having to introduce myself
the fear of being rejected again leading to self isolation
the sleep deprivation from forcing myself to stay awake
because i know i will dream of those i've lost
and wake up feeling torn apart and left for dead all over again
the shame exploding in my mind at the sight of me feeling anything besides it
the unpredictable anger outbursts where i break items
the lack of love and intimacy towards anyone
the indescribable urge to turn to drugs and alcohol
having to punch myself and cut my face to make the thoughts stop, to shock myself back into the moment
the never-ending self sabotaging and second guessing myself
...all of this will be enough to prove it?
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the vibe of each of the flora's themes
adele, adele's oath: a sacred, but mythical feeling befitting the virtuous knights from the old stories that used to be told to children. the choir is singing the knights' praise, perhaps symbolizing their initial glory days, serving the god-king during his heyday before ultimately betraying him and breaking their oath to protect him. however, it continues to have a non dominating presence in the background, symbolizing the present. although the knights of the einherjar was replaced with the militaristic high flora army, the flickering flame of a noble knight has not died yet. it was alive in adele, who remained loyal to her oath to the god-king to the very end.
khali, oblivion: the drums and choir ramping up throughout the song symbolizes her bubbling feeling of deep anger boiling over. she has a strong yearning for vengeance against ypsilon for the undeserved death of her family.
illium, death of asylum: the choir is singing to the metaphorical revival of the god of the verdent flora; illium's fusion with the elder crystal symbolizes him inheriting their will and carrying on the burning passion of the verdent flora race through the pride of their invention of mechanical wings. there's a sense of determination, but a quiet anger festering among them as well.
ark, recollecting memories: i miss my wife tails, i miss her a lot
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YOU ARE OFFERED A DEAL
Give them your determination, they spare your life.
Do you accept?
Honestly this is not how I imagined their dynamic but the characters kind of took over, so enjoy the art and lil audio script. :)
Error: Well well well... If it isn't the human themself. Did you really think you could escape me?
Iro: *ahem*
Error: Us... You ruined my speech!
Iro: I was the one who captured them, idiot!
Error: You wouldn't have if I didn't tell you to do so!
Iro: Y'know whatever, just finish them already.
Error: *looks at human* As I was saying, hand over your determination, and I will spare your life. I will get it either way, which way do you want to play?
Iro: That rhymed.
Error: The urge to throw this chair at you right now~
Iro: Chocolate?
Error: *grabs it* This is the only reason I keep you around.
Iro: Sure boss, sure...
Error: Just hand over the determination already. I'm getting bored. Huh? You're not gonna hand it over? Alright... I'll let you choose who gets to kill you. Me, or my partner, Iro.
Iro: Partner? I'm not your subordinate anymore?
Error: You know what I mean! Don't be difficult!
Iro: *leans close to Error and whispers something*
Error: Fine...
Iro: Now, human. Let's play a game shall we? *Pulls out buttons and spins them, landing on OVERWRITE* I'll give you one more chance to give over your determination, or you're gonna have a bad time.
Error: Huh. Not bad for a girl.
Iro: I SWEAR IF YOU CATAGORIZE ME BY MY GENDER ONE MORE TIME-
(End)
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penalties are only fun when i’m a completely neutral third party with absolutely no interest in the matter!!!
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Listen ok th. The concept of an AI- a digital person, a computer, a series of ones and zeros, a creation that cannot create itself but CAN (depending on design function and purpose) develop and have choice in growing beyond what originally was expected and therefore beyond original purpose- keeping a human being- a person, a living thing but with a physical body, for lack of a better term, a flesh and blood being without outsource or inputs to be able to fix externally the internal problems- well, *human*......... ough
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