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I’m in love with how they are giving so many subtle hints about Alhaitham and Kaveh’s relationship and how important it is to Alhaitham, despite the way they always seem to be bickering.
Throughout the 3.2 archon quest Alhaitham tells us that the reason why he is so interested in helping Sumeru is because he doesn’t want his daily life to change. After that Kaveh starts being mentioned very frequently by him or we hear other people in the akademiya complain about how they daily argue.
Then, of course, we meet them both arguing with each other in the House of Daena, which was quite the argument. We also know many of their casual interactions and how they go to the café/bar frequently together. Furthermore, Alhaitham pays all of Kaveh’s bills (something no one would do for someone they don't care for).
And now, during Alhaitham’s quest, their tones were so soft (At least in JP and CN) and also domestic. Kaveh seems to worry a lot about Alhaitham and exchanges glances with him, which made me melt inside. I also love how Alhaitham is constantly smiling while bickering with kaveh. Remember, we dont see him smiling like this that often. Which means he really enjoys it. I really liked how after the second time Kaveh asked him if he is okay, he replied with a tease about the painting Kaveh had mentioned before. Also smiling.
But most importantly, something I see no one talking about: the moment when Alhaitham was explaining why he resigned from being the Grand Sage to being the scribe again and he tells us that “It’s important to keep your priorities straight”, the camera points at Kaveh.
I know this game will probably never have any canon ship because they need to make everyone happy, but we do get hints like this from time to time and I think this was one of them.
After all, why would they bother to add all of those scenes with Kaveh when the quests had already concluded, if not for showing us how is what is Alhaitham’s daily life he wants to protect that much? We saw how happy he is, how eager he was to get home and go have dinner with Kaveh. We also see how Kaveh had been waiting for him as well.
I’d like to know more about their relationship, even if it ends up not being romantic (though how do you explain that face Kaveh made when paimon asked if they are friends).
#genshin impact#haikaveh#kavetham#but anyways yes I write this and yes its 11pm and yes im obsessing over them#im so happy ngl Its like a fever dream#its so happy to know all of what I predicted from the message boards being true#I hope we see more of them#and yeah really sorry this is really long#i never do meta posts and probably there are some mistakes there im no expert i just ship two very gay men#anto’s rambling#i have to scream everything here because Im probably driving crazy everyone around me with these two#imagine me writing all of this to them#I needed to let this all out because omfg#LIKE LISTEN THIS IS WHERE WE SEE HOW NORMAL PERSON ALHAITHAM AND KAVEH REALLY ARE#LIKE just see how worried kaveh is over a messed up investigation from somebody at the akademiya who has already been arrested#no wonders Alhaitham avoided telling Kaveh the details from the archon quest and no wonder Kaveh didnt believe the little he knew#because they are just normal persons trying to get on with their lives#i understand alhaitham so much I would also want to keep that life
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rewatching En/canto yayyy
#rambles#Abuela/Alma has always been soooo compelling to me she’s one of my favorite parts of the movie#also. Isabela *coyly tucks hair behind ear*#ALSO THE HOUSE/CASITA IS SO MUCH FUN#my s/i actually doesn’t find the enc//anto until after the events of the first movie!!#I can’t wait for a sequel/series!! so I have more to work with hehe
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do you think the actor they pulled for that split second hologram of Anto Kreegyr was an actual actor or someone from the production team
if it’s the latter than oh, to be working on Andor and then canonized as a soon-to-be-dead background character
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they should invent a philosophical writing style thats not boring or incredibly hard to understand
#thinking about reading lyotard again and also delueze but im not smart enough to get it#downloaded the ccru writings only because of mark fisher and jesus christ..jesse what the fuck are you talking about#well i mean its more like esoteric ramblings than philosohphy#still i find it really interesting#i need to read anto-oedipus to understand libidinal economy better so i can finally make that d.e. post
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Regarding Andor. I was pretty surprised to see his blaster pistol be a Bryar pistol. The weapon itself has been canon for years, but to see Cassian using one is subtly reinforcing in my head that he is D!sney’s stand in for Kyle Katarn... and in so doing, further dwindling my hopes of seeing Kyle be canonized.
#anto's ramblings#honestly hurts a bit can't lie#i like cassian but i grew up with kyle lol#and it's not looking like luke ever had a strong academy running on ossus#so i think its safe to say we won't see luke having other masters with him
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If i vomit on this drive ill actually lose my shit
#i took like 4 anto nausea pills#anyways see u guys in 9 hours#in the meantime COOOOYS COYS COYS YNWAAAAA#sham!s rambles
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ahora que tengo una cantidad decente de reblogs me puse a revisar cómo se veía mi tumblr y se ve re tierno felicidades yo por lograrlo
#increíble cómo dejé bonito el theme aún no lo creo#tengo puros rbs de ptg y pokemon ahora tho..... fascinante#eee como taggear mis rambles#anto says#(?
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I am very seriously considering buying WoW... Should I?
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The Stache Fic
Anto grows a mustache. You like it… a lot.
a/n: Happy Saturday, y’all 😊 How are we liking Manhunt so far?
Warnings: mature content (oral (f receiving), swearing, Anthony Boyle’s JWB Mustache (genuinely how the fuck did he make a Civil War-era stache look hot. I’m upset. Anthony how dare you.) (This is an 18+ fic! Minors begone!)
Word count: 1.5k
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“Got it!”
Your boyfriend drops the dramatic pose he had pulled with a laugh, his smile widening as you turn your phone so he could see the result.
“Oh that’s goin’ on Insta for sure,” Anthony declares with a grin.
“Just remember to give me credit,” you tease with a playful poke at his arm.
“Wouldn’t dream of doing anything else, darling.”
He grins at you from across the table, the midmorning sun turning his brown eyes the prettiest shade of amber.
Your eyes latched onto the one new part of his appearance you hadn’t quite gotten used to yet.
The mustache he had grown for his latest role— a period drama miniseries on Apple TV.
“What is it, darling?” He asks, stroking the aforementioned facial hair nonchalantly.
“Nothing,” you say, pressing your thighs together.
You were out for a nice brunch with your boyfriend, you were not going to disrupt it by getting turned on by something as silly as a mustache. Even if it did look… very, very good on him…
You don’t realize you’re almost melting in your seat, bottom lip caught between your teeth, until Anto’s fingertips graze yours from across the table and you snap back to reality in time to see his eyes darken.
“Nothing… you sure about that, sweetness?” He says, and the way his eyes flick down to your lips then back up let you know you’ve been caught. “Y’know, I don’t think I’m quite that hungry anymore.” He says, briskly snapping his menu shut and setting it aside. “I’m thinking we should head home.”
“What—? Honey—”
He ignores your protests as the two of you stand, tossing a few bills onto the table to pay for your drinks and leaving you to give frantic apologies to the waitresses as you rush out.
“Anto, my love, what about breakfast? You need to eat—
“I’ll be fine,” he assures you as he leads you to the car.
“Besides,” he adds, scanning you up and down with a predatory look as he leans to whisper in your ear, “I’m sure I can find something much better to eat at home.”
A shiver runs through you at the implications of that, and you find yourself scrambling into the car despite your now-wobbly legs.
When you arrive home, you barely have time to toss your purse on the counter before you’re slammed against the now-closed door.
Anthony’s hands are firm on your hips, his body pressed flush against yours though his mouth remains frustratingly just out of reach.
“I know you said you liked the mustache before, angel,” he murmurs softly, “But I don’t think you were clear on exactly how much you liked it.”
He steps back for a moment, scanning your face as he taps your hip twice— a check-in.
You tap the back of his hand twice in return; you’re very okay with this, you want to keep going.
His mouth twitches up into a smile— as does that damn mustache— before stepping forward to cage you in once more.
“So,” he continues softly, pretty brown eyes locked on yours, “you gonna tell me?”
A soft whimper escapes you at the heat in his tone, and you find yourself rambling.
“Fuck, I like it so much, Anto, I like it so fucking much.”
“Hm.” He scans your face carefully, then lowers his mouth to hover just above your bare shoulder where the strap of your tank top has slipped off, “So you’ll like it when I do… this?”
His lips brush your skin, the coarse hair on his top lip adding to the sensation in ways that has wetness pooling between your thighs.
“Yes,” you breathe, “yes.”
“And this?”
His lips land on your neck next, and you once again respond in the affirmative as he leaves a series of pretty purple marks on your skin.
“What about this?”
His lips brush along your collarbone down to the tops of your breasts peeking out from the neckline of your shirt, accompanied by the light scratchiness of his mustache.
You gasp, nodding frantically as you momentarily lose the ability to form words.
His hands find the hem of your top, peeling you out of it in one swift motion. If you thought you were losing it at his lips on your neck, you were entirely unprepared for the feeling of his mouth latching onto your nipple, that fucking mustache brushing at the sensitive skin around it.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you keen, throwing your head back as his tongue swirls around you.
He pulls away with a pop to tend to your other breast, your legs turning to jello at the heated look in his eyes as you moan his name, your fingers raking through his soft curls.
Once you're almost completely weak in the knees from his ministrations, he pulls away and you barely have time to suck in a breath before his mouth crashes onto yours.
Your groan turns into a gasp, quickly swallowed by his mouth, as he effortlessly lifts you into his arms. Your mouths clash hungrily as he carries you to the bedroom, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
“Fuck, Ant—” you groan as he lays you down on your bed, hovering over you as his lips travel deliciously over your body, peeling off your shorts and panties as he goes.
“What is it, angel?” He hums, pressing kisses to the valley between your breasts.
“Need your mouth on me,” you whine, trying to grind up into him to release the pressure in your core.
“My mouth is on you, darling,” he says, and you can feel the smug bastard smirking as he scatters kisses all along your stomach.
“I— shit, not— you know what I mean, Anto, please.” You beg, his lips traveling even lower to brush against your hipbone, his mustache tickling your skin as he moves.
He hums, his mouth moving lower, lower, lower…
You whine, fisting the sheets, as he stops just above where you want him.
“I like hearing you beg, sweetness.” He murmurs against your skin in a low tone that has every part of you turning to pure liquid, molten chocolate eyes meeting yours, “I think you should do it again. Just so I know exactly what you want.”
With a desperate moan, the words come tumbling out of you.
“Fuck, I— I want your mouth on my pussy, baby,” you whine, squirming under the heat of his gaze and the heat of his mouth pressing chaste kisses up and down your thighs, “Want you to eat me out, please.”
“Good girl,” he mumbles against you between kisses, working his way back up your thigh, “That’s all you had to say, darling.”
There’s a flash of something predatory in his eye, and then his mouth is on you— really on you.
His name leaves your mouth in a cry as he dives in, licking deep through your folds, that fucking mustache tickling at your most sensitive parts.
You gasp, hands flying to his hair as his thumb comes up to circle your clit, licking into you like a man starved.
He lets out a groan as you tug at his roots, his hand that’s not preoccupied with making you cum digging into your thigh to keep you still.
“Fuck, you taste fucking amazing, sweet girl,” he gasps against you, breath catching as you try to tug him impossibly closer, “Shit, you really wanted this, huh?”
You can only whine in response, rendered speechless by the tension building in your core. Anthony lets out a soft chuckle at your wordlessness, making your hips buck up at the feeling.
The only sounds in the room are Anto’s murmurs of praise and your gasps and whines and moans, until his tongue brushes a soft, spongy spot inside you and your world goes white.
You come back to yourself a shuddering, gasping mess, gripping your boyfriend’s hair like a lifeline.
Realizing the strength of your grip you quickly let go, chest heaving. Anthony presses a quick kiss to your overstimulated clit, making you jump, before lifting his head to face you.
A soft “fuck” escapes you as you take in his face: pretty mouth glistening, mustache damp with your release.
He climbs back up to lay next to you as you both catch your breath.
“So,” he asks, a cheeky grin lighting up his face, “you like the mustache, huh?”
“Shut up,” you swat playfully at his chest. “Yes, I do,” you say genuinely, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.
“I’ll keep that in mind for when I’m between projects,” he laughs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. “How about I go and make us some breakfast? As an apology for dragging you out of brunch.”
You shake your head, nuzzling into his neck, “Let’s just stay here for a bit.”
“Alright, my love,” he replies, smiling as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, “Whatever you want.”
#this man has actually ruined me#who does he think he is getting me to write smut about his fucking mustache dkhgksh#anthony boyle#anthony boyle x reader#anthony boyle fic#anthony boyle smut#manhunt apple tv#manhunt 2024#manhunt#my writing
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long and ramble-y post about persona 5 tactica and politics below the cut. spoilers and all that jazz, thou hast been warned.
persona 5 tactica has Interesting politics to me. because, well, it talks an awful lot about revolution and that jazz. and in the Kingdoms, you do a fair bit of revolution-esque stuff, complete with mass movements which are necessary for the overthrow of tyrannical rulers.
(the rebels are tbh one of my favorite parts of the game, especially with how they could very easily have been relegated completely to background noise, but instead at multiple points they are key for the success of the Phantom Thieves. it's great!)
in the cognitive realm, the game seems to come down pretty solidly on the side of "revolution is worth the accompanying violence" -- see the scene of Yoshiki presenting the Thieves with footage of the rebels suffering against the Aizen Squad, and, of course, the final boss being a god of peace who has decided to crush the revolutionary impulses within the hearts of humanity to ensure peace and tranquility.
Salmael is actually pretty interesting as a criticism of that general mindset of "peace over positive change." he's kinda (or at least can be read as) a symbol for the same thing Disco Elysium represents with the ideology of moralism. the thing that's most striking to me about him is his second form, wherein his appearance changes to be partially composed of bullets and other symbols of violence. with this, not only does p5t argue that the maintenance of peace over positive change is bad, but that it is, under the cover of gentility and nonviolence, itself fundamentally built upon violence and force.
it's not that hard to construct a leftist reading of this, even without the influences of Soviet constructivist art on the menus and UI, and the presence of Che Goddamn Guevara as a heroic Persona in the form of Ernesto. it's a game where the heroes organize mass movements to overthrow tyrannical rulers based on, respectively, a wealthy corporate heiress and a corrupt politician. (i'm not really counting nakabachi because he's not a real ruler and also Kingdom 3 is just less political than the others, it's very heavily focused on Toshiro as a person without really even a political surface level.) then, the heroes fight against the God of Liberalism, revealing the hidden violence underneath its guise of peace and moderation, and ultimately defeating it.
but you kind of run into an issue of like, what are the Thieves' revolutions for? ultimately, they're basically just all against what the tyrants do. in kingdom 1, they're against a wealthy aristocrat forcing people to set up a wedding for her and her forced-groom. in kingdom 2, they're against a ruler running an all encompassing surveillance system and forced labor camps. in kingdom 3 they're against school staff blackmailing students for personal gain.
and i think it's notable that both Marie and Yoshiki are mainly presented in settings that distance them and their wrongs from modern day capitalism. Marie's Kingdom is based on vaguely-revolutionary France, and she herself is fairly clearly based on the pop culture image of Marie Antoinette, from her name to her behavior and aesthetic in the Kingdom and even how in the real world, she makes reference to "the poors" and "commoners." if there's any class being criticized through the character of Marie Anto, it's not the bourgeoisie -- it's the old feudal aristocracy.
Yoshiki is also distanced from modern electoral politics by being predominantly shown in a world based on Bakumatsu-era Japan. it's also notable that, in the Kingdom, he is described as being a general, not in any way elected. so while in the real world, his power comes from the edifice of liberal democracy as it stands in Japan, the system that you actually lead a revolution against is a feudal-military dictatorship.
this is all without mentioning that, underneath the political veneer, the Kingdoms are all in-universe metaphors for what's going on in Toshiro's head. in the end, everything's very personal! and ultimately, after Toshiro has gone through all his character development and unleashed Che Goddamn Guevara as the manifestation of his true self, what does he do in the real world?
he gets two specific bad actors arrested, apologizes for his personal role in their corruption, and then restarts his career as an electoral politician.
as soon as p5t retreats from the cognitive world, so too does it retreat from the idea of revolution against prevailing power structures. i cannot recall a moment where anyone, really, even considers the thought of revolution against the systems that produced Marie and Yoshiki and Nakabachi; they have defeated Salmael and gotten the bad actors arrested, so it's all good.
so, i guess in summary, p5t presents pro-revolution (even pro-revolutionary violence!) and borrows aesthetically from communism, and though you can certainly read certain parts (i.e. Salmael) as fairly pointed criticisms of liberal capitalism, but. considering the game as a whole, it's structured in a way that distances its arguments in favor of revolution from those modern power structures both by limiting them to the metaphorical realm of cognition and by structuring the most political cognitive realms as historical oppressive structures.
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The archon quest was such a ride I enjoyed it so much. By far Sumeru has the best story from all the game
#also kaveh’s and alhaitham’s bickering had me 💀💀💀#THE CYNONARI WAS REAL TOO#Oh god#I loved everything#genshin#anto’s rambling#ALSO IM TAGGING SPOILERS AS GENSHIN IMPACT SPOILERS
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Blank Space, ch 2 Snippet
player: antoine griezmann
words: 2036 Snippet words: 500+
series warnings: sex work, single mom, swearing bc it's me, unrequited love (OR IS IT?), angst (bc apparently i like to put Anto through the fucking wringer.) probably more but i can't think straight rn.
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Contacting Antoine was easy. You’d received an automated message quickly and a genuine message not even 10 minutes afterwards. He’d been polite in the initial contact, asking how she would rather contact - direct message, text, call or in person to discuss everything. The options were appreciated, showing from him that he understood that each client, because that’s potentially what you’d be, is different and has different needs.
You’d opted for a call, eager to almost get it over and done with but found yourself stammering and rambling to yourself to the point where you needed to apologise and wished you hadn’t opted for this choice. You could hear the smile in his voice as he told you not to worry and he immediately got to work making you feel calmer.
“Do you think you’d benefit from a face to face?” He’d asked after a while and though your nerves were through the roof, you found yourself agreeing, finding it better to bite the bullet than finding out you’re not the right match for him on the night.
A meeting place was agreed, a local hotel room to give you both a little privacy but had promised that if you needed or wanted to leave, you’re more than welcome to. Though the thought of being in a close space with him felt daunting, it made it easier than meeting for coffee or light lunch and having to try and make up an excuse to anyone you might see who could later ask questions - especially if you found that he wasn’t right. Too many people had too many questions and you weren’t ready for them just yet.
He has text you the room number by the time you get there, and for some reason, knowing that he was waiting for you made your stomach flip but at least the reviews were right - he was more than punctual. You’d arranged it at a time when your little one is at nursery, to save you having to rush off but then again, you might need that excuse if it doesn’t go well and you need to get out of there call.
The hotel is nice but you also can’t help but wonder if he frequents this one with any of his other clients. It’s a thought that leaves you momentarily nauseous before you push the thought from your mind again. You can’t think of him with anyone else when you’re about to decide whether or not you want to take this man on a date. Hesitating before you knock, you take a moment to pull yourself together and finally three knocks sound as your knuckles finally make contact.
The man that opens the door is taller than you, with bright eyes and a welcoming smile. His pictures do nothing in comparison to him in the flesh and you wish you’d been more prepared for this. “Can I?” he asks before gesturing to lean in to greet you properly, something you can only nod in agreement for and feel the way his arm wraps around your lower back and a light kiss is pressed to your cheek.
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so i went through and reblogged ALL of your top posts which means i’m now literally obsessed with you. i adore your styling, your reshade preset, and the look of your sims.
i’m jealous. 100% jealous. and i also really want to know where you get your hair cc from? i try my best to keep up with all the new cc releases and my best wasn’t good enough apparently because when i saw your cc i was the human embodiment of the pikachu face. just pure amazement and also ??? where the fuck did you get them because i’ve NEVER seen any of them. until earlier today when i found ONE(and only one) while stalking wingssims. i usually like to rely on myself for these things(the thought of asking others to waste time to help me makes me wanna puke) but i was wondering if you could link some of the content creators you get your hair from? like literally all of the hairs i see you use are gorgeous and unattainable to me because where the frick did you find them? ignore this is it’s a waste of time, sorry to be a bother in advance. and i adore your sims like holy shit. they’re the realistic kind, you know? like highly beautified but i can imagine them as real people which is my favorite type of style for sims. okay bye before i ramble more 🥀♥️
holy moly, wow! thank you so much for the compliments <33 you're so sweet!
as for the hairs, some of them are SL conversions. But the ones I tend to use a lot are Aurum Musik, sclub, leahlilith, nightcrawler, wings, and sometimes anto.
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that screenshot slksfklj but your sims are so pretty! i tend to like the maxis matching stuff most so it all goes together but there's so many pretty hairstyles and clothes out there too. what's your fave cc?
omg thank you! i love spending times making over sims in cas lol
excuse the incoming rambling but i love talking about cc jdfs
i actually have a mix of alpha and maxis match hair cc. with clothes, same thing, i have both and kinda go off the vibes of what i'm feeling for the sim i'm making over
as for favorite cc omg, lets see: for hair definitely anto if you go for alpha hairstyles (so many colors + a lot of different styles) but if you want variety for short hair, i recommend moood - they make such good short hair that fit both masculine and feminine sims! then my other go to for hair: sclub, wings, nightcrawler, simpliacity
if you are looking for poc hairstyles, def check out sheabuttyr (maxis match), xxblacksims, ebonix, brandysims, badddiesims
for eyebrows/make up/eye colors, i use a lot of goppolsme cc
for skin details, i use a lot of obscurus, nothernsiberiawinds, sims3melancholic, i also use the 3d eyelashes from mmsims, they look so good omg
for outfits, my go to are gorillagorillagorilla, clumsyalien, adrienpastel, lazyeyelids, madlen, rimings, newen, casteru specifically for toddler outfits - for kids i tend to go for simiracle bc she makes conversions of adult meshes for kid sims frames!
i'm so sorry for the paragraph but i just get excited, i'll stop now 😭
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TAKE IT UPON OURSELVES
Fraglance
It was nearly nightfall when it started. I finally felt the effects of the day, sluggishly moving to the kitchen to the living room where Antonio, my older brother, sat. He'd been staying over with our parents for a limited amount of days, as was I. Somehow, the topic of life came up.
He sipped on the bottle of moonshine that'd previously been in Mama's china cabinet and wondered aloud: "I'm never not asking myself if I should be doing something else with my life, and withal, that ends with teary-eyes and a bottle of rosé. Or champagne. Or—"
I tuned him out there and was eventually able to tell him that I was gravely tired of wasting time. I asked if he really did feel the same; of course, he said yes and then rambled on about time, the world, and how everything works. Even though he isn't particularly wasting it, but using it to work and to provide for his family, he feels as though it's in vain. All of life isn't just work and inadvertently stressing, so it shouldn't be spent that way for the entirety of it.
Majority of people have this feeling, I see that now. I decide to remedy this by making more than enough memories to convince myself of fulfillment and hope that if the memories I recall when I'm old and gray (still a lover of poetry and looking at life through rose-colored glasses or lenses) are moreso good — decent, even — then it wasn't utterly fruitless.
And so, I move with meaning. I create lists and make sure I don't leave empty-handed. When at the mall, I treat myself every now and then, and when I window shop, my hands are never void of touch. The keychain of my brother's name (it's sort of common) has more meaning than it would without a home. This is another transient understanding I experience: things do not have meaning until you give it meaning. A locket is simply a locket until it's a precious gift from your late father.
Also, I move with purpose. I purposefully give people compliments, starving for a smile, and am ecstatic when I receive one; I purposefully take the extra road so I can watch the sunset a little while longer; and I purposefully give and take fairly.
Spontaneously is an option too, I have yet to remind myself; when Antonio calls me up almost three hours after he's left to see his friends and asks if I want to come along, I'm unusually hesitant to say yes despite my incessant thoughts.
"What for?" I inquire back, eyeing Père as he taste-tests the soup he's made.
"Forget that, sœur. Didn't you wish to make so many memories that they're the first thing you remember? And uh . . . I promise to hand you the Twix bars I've got in my car? Well, what's left of it, at least." One of his friends cackle in the faint background, voice antonymous with the sound of slow-moving water, and I grin.
I give Père a sneak attack by hugging him and kissing him on the cheek, all the while saying I will be back whenever. When I'm there, at the specific location Anto sent by message, I'm met with beauteous scenery, grass-ridden bicycles, and sunny smiles. Immediately, I take it upon myself to make memories that will occupy my heart for a lifetime.
#short story#creative writing#excerpt from a book i'll never write#poetic prose#prose poem#prose poetry#writing#flash fiction#poetic#love prose#vignette
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Coltons of the Dark Times
More lore about Gage that no one asked for
His parents are Gaen Colton and Deena Colton. They had three children; Ishale [eldest, girl] Gage, Zak [youngest, boy]. They are (as of 0BBY) 25, 21, & 19, respectively.
Their family was never really wealthy, and both Gaen and Deena worked to provide for them.
Ishale is the overachiever of the family and her parents were always very proud of her. Zak, being the baby of the family was always doted on and given as much as they could give. Gage fell somewhere in the middle and while his parents loved all their children equally and fiercely, he was caught in the middle. Which in some ways suited him as it allowed him to fly under the radar a bit.
at 18, Isha applied to join CorSec which, at the time was heavily integrated with The Galactic Empire. Her parents voiced their concerns for her safety but Isha insisted. After completing her training, she joined the force as an officer. Meanwhile, Zak was the first of their family to apply to university, he studied engineering.
Isha siding with the Empire strained her relationship with her family, particularly with Gage who had seen how much Corellia and it's brother worlds had been struggling under it's rule, making life difficult for people like their parents. He considered it a betrayal of their family to support the Empire but Isha had countered that she had been using the money she earned to help support their parents who were struggling to pay for Zak's tuition.
The tension between Ishale and Gage would break when CorSec conducted a sting operation against Black Sun and Isha almost arrested Gage. She let him go only out of respect for her parents but made Gage swear to leave Corellia or she would turn him in. This event kick started his journey around the galaxy, which began in 1 BBY.
After this, Ishale quickly became a lieutenant. She was later offered a chance to join the Imperial Military as part of the military police. She accepted and would go on to be headhunted to join the ISB by the year 1 ABY.
Zak would go to graduate from university and was hired by Kuat Drive Yards. Gage had wanted to return to Corellia for his brother's graduation, but the threat of running into Ishale kept him away. A choice that Gage would regret making, and which hurt Zak slightly.
#anto's ramblings#oc: gage colton#galactic civil war era ocs#important to note; a lot of my basis here for lore draws from the expanded universe/legends timeline#as most of my star wars ocs/fan-creations are#with sprinklings of canon where i feel like it#however i did try to keep their lore vague enough that it could easily apply to either timeline#and will likely continue to do so#i am also only coming up with a lot of this as i post it#some things might change#but i definitely think a large part of why gage leaves corellia to go wandering#is because of ishale
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