#overly poetic

[y-rhywbeth2]

Wyll is the only character I feel bad about turning down on playthroughs where I'm not doing his romance.

He makes that sad little 'oh' noise and I die inside.

And then he apologises for making you feel uncomfortable so I can feel terrible again. I can hug Astarion and Karlach, but where is my option to hug him? Unless it's been added in which case I retract my statement.

[i-know-the-endss]

i love tragedy.

i love when a story is sworn to end horribly, no happy endings. it’s fated to fail, and everyone within it will either be dead or go mad or lose everything they love and then some. if only orpheus hadn’t turned back. if only achilles would have listened to patroclus. if only romeo had received the second letter. if only they weren’t all doomed right from the start.

but they’d do it anyway, every single time. to continue to go on knowing something will end in pain is the epitome of love.

if we didn’t love so much, there would be no tragedy. if we don’t accept tragedy, there would be no love at all.

[asterlark]

i could literally go on and on about the last few comics of sophomore year but this kiss is- god the domesticity of it. the ordinarality of it. the moving boxes and unmade bed, the half-made blinds, the lamp without a shade. this is not a grand location, but it feels grand, because jack has just run all across campus for this, because there was a moment he thought he was too late, because he found bitty listening to a romantic song and crying over him, because of the way jack holds him. because it's them! because the small moments are often the most grand. and because this is a story they'll be telling for generations, with all its drama and embellishments, turning their story into legend.

[sp1resong]

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be the most pretentious and irritating person in a 10 mile radius

[essektheylyss]

It took me like two hours to process that Caleb's description of dunamis actually was somewhat new information and then go back to grab the transcription because, uh, both "form of magic that exists between the fabric of all of forces of power" and "one of the oldest and most fundamental forces" are far more confidently firm descriptions than we ever got in campaign 2.

Was I actually roughly correct about what dunamis was??? HELLO???

VINDICATION?!?!

[marzipanandminutiae]

please. for the love of god. talk to your kid who enjoys reading classic children's literature about phrases like "pride comes before a fall" and what they do and do not mean

or else they will end up 30 and mentally ill and convinced that being Too Content/Confident/Happy will make bad things happen to them or their loved ones

[romanceyourdemons]

you know, mr. iggy pop and mr. david bowie, if i had a crush on a beautiful vietnamese woman and wanted to write a song about her i might say something like “i remember how her fingertips huddled around the coffee cup, i smell her warmth alone in the frozen foods aisle, her smile turns my heart sky blue” you know something like that. i don’t think i would have done it the way you did probably

[last-lorekeeper]

[resssistance]

Happy 25th birthday to Shoma Uno! To all your smiles, and many more that are yet to shine. Thank you 💙

[xlmibby]

just thought about lumine saying something like "who cares about peeling oranges? (i want to bare your heart and see the darkest parts of your soul. i want to unravel the bits of yourself, one by one, and strip away all of the facades you've been hiding behind all those years.) i want to see you, xiao. the most honest and raw version of you, no matter how ugly and wretched you think it is. and i want you to let me love you." to xiao

[y-rhywbeth2]

Turning that encounter with Booal over in my head this morning (I do not chose the topics my brain focuses on). Once again; me reading into things and frowning, and content warnings for discussions of sexual abuse and co.

Larian doesn't go into this side of Durge much, so it could just be a poetic way of saying you're betraying your god? But that sexual trauma is there, however far it went, so it could be tied in? I literally cannot tell.

Firstly, it occurs to me that this could in fact be Durge calling themselves a slut there, considering they're described as feeling guilty. I don't know if that's better or worse than Bhaal accusing them in their subconscious and Durge feeling guilty in response. That line "I love you" from the released feral ending springs to mind again; honestly, I think that might be worse for me than the gnolls. Just one of the million things about their abuse Durge probably needs to unpack.

And also it's hard to tell if I'm reading into this, because with the Dark Urge origin the writing seems to veer from black comedy and then touches on very heavy topics and then carries on like nothing happened. I can't tell if the line "tart of a false god" is simply supposed to be poetic (probably?) but considering Bhaal absolutely does plan to use Durge as breeding stock, and the fact that the note is in the same area, and just... the things Sceleritas comes out with that are definitely creepy in an almost definitely sexual way? Is this supposed to be creepy, or is it a joke, Larian?

And if he were a company head or something, instead of a god, Bhaal would in fact be getting a million HR reports for sexual harassment: He's impregnated possibly hundreds of his own followers, apparently gives all of them serial-killer orgasms, and plans to sexually exploit his kids and his Chosen. The concept that Bhaalists would consider giving their allegiance to another god as some kind of infidelity doesn't sound far off.

[random-letters-i-just-thought-of]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody Additional Tags: Mentioned Luke Skywalker, Mentioned Leia Organa, CC-2224 | Cody and Obi-Wan Kenobi on Tatooine, secret tatooine buddies, Planet Tatooine (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody on Tatooine, Obi-Wan Kenobi on Tatooine, Force Meditation (Star Wars), Tatooine Husbands, Early Mornings, Sunrises, First Kiss, Unnecessarily poetic but ok, Grief/Mourning, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 5 of My works for Codywan First Kiss Bingo Summary:

At first glance, Tatooine may seem like a hostile, barren and uncharitable planet. A place of struggle, despair and death. A depressing setting. No place to live. And yet, when you learn where to look, when you learn to look past the endless desert and unscalable dunes, you can find the first glimpse of light at the horizon. The sun is starting to rise. If you persist long enough, the sunrise will come. And then, no place will be brighter than here on Tatooine. These are Twinsuns after all. (You know that one Codywan Comic panel? Where Obi Wan's waiting for the sunrise and Cody is there to comfort him? Yep, it's that but make it Tatooine)

I shamefully neglected Tatooine Husbands in my works for @codywanfirstkissbingo​ so far, so this is me trying to make up for that with my fill for the prompt "hopefull kiss". Enjoy! The title is from the song "Flares" by The Script. Go check it out, it's amazingly Star Wars coded!

Woohoo, first bingo! I actualy have wips for like at least two more rows, but we'll se how much i'll actually manage to write, haha.

Deep in his meditation, Obi Wan felt Cody approaching long before he heard his careful, well-trained, nearly silent footsteps on the sand. He smiled. Even though it hadn't even been two weeks since Cody showed up at his doorstep, his force presence was already as familiar to him as it could be. It was somehow different now than it was back in the Clone Wars. Duller. Where there had once been a burning, warm sun radiating light, there was now only a small flickering lantern, whose housing had been broken and dulled, had been crudely fixed, and was now barely being held together by some miracle and pure will alone. But it was still the same light. Still his wonderful, beautiful Cody. 

And who was he to talk. He knew how broken he was inside. He was the one who sneaked out in the early morning hours to meditate in the soothing, cooling darkness, shaken from his sleep by the nightmares once again. 

He hadn't wanted to wake Cody, even though he knew the other would probably notice him missing soon. They slept in the same bed, after all. For one thing, because Obi Wan only had one and desert nights were cold. He would not have Cody sleep on the ground. And for another, because they had done it so many times before anyway. Countless diplomatic or undercover missions. Battle campaigns with shrinked resources that left them with only one tent to share. It would feel ridiculous to start being sensitive about that stuff now. And somehow, it just felt so right. Having Cody next to him again. Like a part of himself that had been missing had returned. 

So, of course, Cody had noticed, and of course he had come to look for him. Normally, Obi Wan would have worried if he would find him, after all, his little meditation spot was a good way from their little hut. But he had been pretty sure Cody knew the whole area well enough, judging from how long he had loitered there, before he finally brought up the courage to reveal himself. And it seemed he had been right.

He sensed Cody coming to a halt right behind him, waiting for something. For him. Obi Wan smiled. He remembered the first time Cody had walked in on him meditating in his quarters on the negotiator. It had been a scary experience for both of them. For Cody to see his Jedi motionlessly and unresponsively hoovering in the air, and for Obi Wan to be forcibly shaken out of his meditation by someone suddenly grabbing his shoulder. Well, now they both knew better. Like so many times before, Cody just waited for Obi Wan's senses, which were much more attuned to Cody know, to alert him of his presence and for Obi Wan to return from his meditation. 

So that was what Obi Wan did now. Not because Cody bothered him. Quite the contrary, Cody's presence behind his shoulder was incredibly comforting. Obi Wan knew he would wait as long as he needed. But it had probably been a while already, anyway. 

When he opened his eyes, he saw that he had been right: The first dawn was already showing on the horizon.

For some time, they just sat in silence, Obi Wan on his slab of rock and Cody standing behind him, facing the approaching sunrise in front of them.

"What are you doing out here?", Cody broke their silence.

Obi Wan hummed something incomprehensible while shifting on his rock, so Cody could sit down next to him.

"Hm, oh, I'm just watching the sunrise, my dear."

"You're a bit early for that" Cody remarked dryly.

Obi Wan smiled wistfully. "That's the fun part. You can't be too early for that. No matter how long you have to wait, no matter how dark the night seems, sometime it'll always get brighter. The sun will always come. Light will always prevail." His voice faded out, and it was quiet for some time. Obi Wan didn't look at Cody. He didn't need to. He felt his presence by his side as if it were an extension of his own.

"And here I was, thinking they reminded you of me", Cody jokes.

Now, Obi Wan turned to him and looked him in the eyes. "They do."

Cody blushed and turned away. A wonderful sight that only made Obi Wan's smile grow.

For a while, they just sat in peaceful silence and waited. It was getting brighter now. Soon the first one of Tatooin's suns would scrape at the horizon. But Obi Wan felt that something was still troubling Cody. He had that look in his eyes when he had something on his mind, but wasn't sure if he should bring it up.

"What's wrong, Cody?"

Cody shot him a surprised look and already opened his mouth to brush it off as nothing. Then he closed it again and sighed. He looks down at the ground and takes some time to find his words. 

"Where is our sun, Obi Wan?", he asked then.

Obi Wan turned his head to see, for the first time in days, the pure pain and despair that they both carried within them, openly on Cody's face.

"Where is our light? Cause to me, everything still seems pretty dark. Don't get me wrong, I'm not mad. You're right, we shouldn't give up hope and everything. I just..." Cody's voice broke. When he continued, it was barely a whisper. "It's so hard. I don't know how you did it. How you're still... sane. Still hoping."

Obi Wan closes his eyes and prepares himself for the by now familiar wave of pain. He let it wash over him, took the feelings in, and then let them go. 

He turned to look back at the horizon, not quite ready to look Cody in the eyes, but it was time to tell him. He took a deep breath.

"You know the boy I'm watching over?"

"The Larsens' kid?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, I've seen you talk to him."

"His name is Luke Skywalker. He's... he's Anakin's son."

Cody took his time to process the information. "Senator Amidala?", he asked then. 

Obi Wan nodded. "She had twins. The girl, Leia, is with Senator Organa. You've met her, I believe."

"Oh yeah", Cody chuckled quietly. "That checks out." He paused again. Then he added, from the bottom of his heart: "Sweet girl."

Obi Wan smiled. "She is. They are both wonderful. You should see them, Cody." He turns to the other man now, desperate to let his answer be enough. To give him something to hold onto in his despair. "They shine so brightly in the force", he tries to explain. "Like a beacon. Like a sun. Twinsuns." 

Cody can't feel them like he does, but something in Obi Wan's eyes seems to convince him. "They're the future", Obi Wan adds. "They're our new hope. I just know."

They're holding hands by now; Obi Wan doesn't know since when. But when Cody smiles, he can't help but cup his cheek in his hand. Cody's eyes glow, and his other hand comes up to clasp Obi Wan's.

"Well, then there might be a sunrise after all", he murmurs.

Obi Wan brings their foreheads together. "There will be." He whispers. "Trust me."

And then, when Cody kisses him, it feels like the real sunrise is not happening behind them, where the twinsuns are now painting the sky a spectacular red and orange, but here, right beside him, where a small flame in the force starts to grow again.

(Listen, I know the sunrise aligning perfectly with the plot is not realistic. But they deserve a poetic and chinematic first kiss and you can't stop me.)

Important lyrics:

Did you lose what won't return? Did you love but never learn? The fire's out but still it burns And no one cares, there's no one there

Did you find it hard to breathe? Did you cry so much that you could barely see? You're in the darkness all alone And no one cares, there's no one there

But did you see the flares in the sky? Were you blinded by the light? Did you feel the smoke in your eyes? Did you, did you? Did you see the sparks filled with hope? You are not alone 'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares

- "Flares" by The Script

[aerithisms]

does taylor remember you said the way my blue eyes shined put those georgia stars to shame that night i said that's a lie does anyone remember please i need someone to remember

[plantdad-dante]

not to go completely off-topic insane about a trailer for a TV show I haven't watched in ages but you cannot just throw Gang Of Youths' Heroes cover at me like this. I click the fucking trailer and the violins come in and I'm like WAIT A MINUTE-

[bethmeds]

I still see their face in the reflections of the parts of me I let them handle. like an old TV screen, imprinted and burned with the title card of my grandmothers favorite sitcom

[longshrimp]

I once mourned the death of the stars. Light pollution has made so very few visible. And yet...

Perhaps they have simply migrated. If you've flown over a large-ish city at night, they look so much better in person. Hey, kinda like stars...