Chapter I... PART 1 of 8!!! lots more to come. update: now we're cookin with fire
In case you were wondering (you weren't), Oleander's poem was actually written by my late grandmother. she wrote literally hundreds of poems during her lifetime, and earlier this year my grandfather published them in a book in light of her passing. I did all the typesetting and cover design for him. here's the full text of the poem, which had a rather on the nose thematic relevance:
Neighborhood Deer
They do not know that they will die,
these deer, peaceful in this little glen
behind our home. They see us unafraid,
and we are blessed by their beauty and grace
as they walk toward their place in the pines,
leaving us to wonder: in primeval genes,
do they recall Adam as their friend —
how they came to him in the garden
as he gave them names and blessings?
But man— no longer their friend, even though
they do not know that they will die. They
startle at a sudden sound as if they sense
a danger, but know not why — as if it is
an alien thing not meant to be, yet is,
warning them that they must flee.
They do not know that they will die,
and sometimes seeing their own kind
unmoving on the ground, they must
think it strange and do not understand.
And man, is he less fortunate in this:
he knows that someday he will die
but lives denying it is so— for him.
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About the countdown..i realized it's taking longer than a regular countdown. -Im not saying im impatient though! (• ▽ •;)
But more like i noticed that after you announced the countdown counter at 05 or V, the next posts were mostly recordings and transmission logs...then we also got more info about how the AU was built! .....so it made me wonder...
If after countdown 05 we got recordings and transmissions and info about the true AU...then what happens when the counter reaches 04 or IV?
....
SORRY FOR THE RAMBLES GAHH IDK IF THIS MADE ANY SENSE EITHER HUEHUEHUE (• ▽ •;)
Well well isnt your timing perfect lol XD and yess your analysis is actually correct.
The countdown also represents a phase in my storytelling. I had to introduce first the structure of the World and how it was built along with other early clues + references so you all would at least get an idea how the flow of the story could be.
I actually still have much more info about the World to add but I decided it would be best to input it after the comic finally starts as to not 'spoil' too much (—yall know how Piper is about 'spoilers' shsvshvs "some are best to be discovered on your own~")
...and now that, Phase V —Introduction to Project Genesis is finally complete.
Now let us move onto Phase IV —Chapter I: Tale of The First IV
"Mal, for the last time, you just have to-- ugh why don't you listen to me?!"
Carlos closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Ben and Mal had come over to his and Jay's apartment in Charmington for a nice Sunday picnic...
They had packed half a basket, Evie was already about to snap, Doug had straight up walked out and Jay was busy trying to call a mystery date on his phone.
And Carlos loved Mal and Ben, he really did... But god, do they need counselling. Carlos felt like he was going to be sick. Yelling, yelling, yelling, just like-- No, he would never compare them to her. And besides, this was their marriage, it wasn't his place to intervene to complain about the pain in his chest...
"-los.... Carlos!" Mal's worried voice rang out from the kitchen. "Hey, you good?"
Carlos nodded, clearing his throat. He had completely zoned out, and Dude was worriedly muttering reassurances against his chest.
"You sure, man?" Ah, that was Ben. "You kinda just..." He made a powering down sound.
"Yeah, yeah... Uhm... Heatstroke or... Something like that... Uhm... Leather and all..." Carlos mumbled. "Uh... Where's Evie?"
"Back garden, getting the blankets."
"Thanks Mal. Be right back!"
He forced a smile and patted Ben on the back. He then made his way to the back garden where Evie was muttering about what kind of pattern would fit best with their clothes.
"Pinstripes? No, not pinstripes, no one here even wears pinstripes, Evie! Oh, Carlos... what happened?"
Evie tilted her head, her long blue braid slipping from her shoulder. She was trying to hide it, but Carlos could tell that she was as affected as him by all the fighting.
"Evie, can I call girl-talk please?"
"Oh! Doug, shoo, shoo! You're not one of the girls!" Doug let himself be pushed away, wondering how Carlos could be one of the girls, or if Evie had outed Carlos right there and then.
"So.... What happened."
Carlos sighed, feeling mentally exhausted.
"Mal and Ben are at it again, courses are kicking my ass, there are several people who still think I want to murder dogs, my hair's a mess and Dude is sick. What do you want to tackle first."
Evie sighed somehow louder than Carlos.
"Uuuuuhhhhh.... Dude. How is he, is he getting better?"
Carlos nodded and grabbed Evie's hand. "He is, but he's still all sleepy and that scares me a bit." Words kept flowing out of his mouth and by the time he noticed the tears flowing down his cheeks, Ben and Mal had come out of the apartment. He hurriedly wiped his cheeks and mumbled a miserable excuse of "looking for Jay" just to avoid looking at Ben.
Yes, Ben. Because Mal has seen him at his worst. He trusts her with his life. But it still feels embarassing when Ben is involved. Chalk it up to growing in the Isle, but letting anyone else close, especially a man, felt... Wrong. Either way, he made his way to Jay's room and threw a shoe at him.
"Get up loverboy, we're leaving!"
Jay flipped him off and got out of bed.
"Yeah, yeah, comin'... Hold on!" Jay, observant as he was, roughly wiped Carlos' cheek. "Did you have girl talk? Why didn't you call me over?"
"Hah, and ruining your discourse with your mystery princeps?"
"Oh shut up, Your Crybabyness."
"Fuck off!"
"You fuck off!"
"You--"
"Ahhhem!"
Evie broke up their fight with a clearing of her throat.
"We're ready, boys. Let's go."
Hi! I hope you like this, especially since the benlos well is so fucking dry. It would suck if the new content is something you don't like :/
So yes. Benlos is endgame and so is Malvie and Jane with Lonnie. Jay... Well, you're gonna have to find out on your own. No hate to Benmal, though. I'll try to make them not assholes and have a decent breakup/divorce and not make them look like they were emotionally cheating on each other. I hate that trope personally, but I'm till a beginner in writing so...
I'm also gonna project A LOT onto Carlos because he's just like me fr so he's definitely going to be OOC and slightly more feminine (because I'm more fem myself. So. Carlos in Corsets.)
OH also Carlos obviously lives, so I'm not counting the Wedding Special and everything afterwards as Canon
Either way, this is the
Masterpost!
@ramiesie I think you can comment now I hadn't realized you couldn't
where it truly lies. | a star wars tale
chapter i - prologue
revelations came early to the youngling, if only he knew.
full work
[Anakin Skywalker x Reader]
From the very moment the twin suns’ pink and orange hues illuminated your face, a young Anakin knew.
It was the kind of feeling that lit a gentle fire within the soul, the origins of which unbeknownst to the wandering yet growing minds of children. The kind of feeling so grand it engulfed his very being from within. A sentiment, sense of belonging and excitement he did not yet know how to describe, but oh, could he feel it.
It made his heart falter, skip a small beat. It made his baby blues sparkle internally, rays reflecting out into the world of chaos around him with a fresh breath of happiness. His hands were just a bit faster, just a tiny bit more nimble as he worked with spare droid parts at his master’s shop.
He knew.
Just like he knew he would see the suns rise again. That he would see his mother that night with open arms and heart, beckoning him in to share a meal.
Like he knew, from the bottom of his heart, that he would be free one day, his family slaves to no one.
If only you knew.
A merely nine year old boy, albeit an exceptionally wise one, but just a little boy, knew he loved you.
How could he? How could a small boy know about love, let alone feel it?
That must have been love, right? The kind he heard whispers and stories of on the streets of Tatooine. The feeling that made all the beautiful things in this world appear - hugs, kisses on the cheek. Blue skies shining back at him. The sparkles on his red and orange speeder. The gentle beeping sounds of a functioning droid.
A dreamland full of water and beautiful trees adorned in all shades of green, the ones that existed in the better half of his dreams.
Love was happiness to him. The kind that made him laugh and smile even after being exhausted all day. Ever since you beamed into the shop looking for some scrap sensors to fix your passion project, it had been nothing but happiness when you were around, so much so that he lately did not mind his master’s ordering around.
He wanted nothing more to understand that little gentle light within him, to make sure it never disappeared from his life.
He wanted to find a way to keep the twin suns from setting. That would make it daylight forever, allowing you to stay with him.
That would convince your parents to let you stay out with him just a bit longer. Anakin was very confident that he could make that work, even if it took him forever.
He would not let go.
The gentle hum of buzzing machinery and a certain girl whispering a shallow profanity after a series of mechanical thuds took him out of his thoughts and back to reality of the desert.
Back to the sand that kept hitting his skin no matter how much he covered.
“Do you have it yet?”
“Almost,” came your voice from a bit afar in the scrapyard, knee deep in all the spare parts, screws, scrapped metal of all sorts around Watto’s shop. His master being gone to the outpost to scour for his necessities meant a certain relief, finally being able to work on something a bit more fun. A few more broken rotors and springs thrown out from the pile followed by an “aha!”, you quipped in excitement to the newly discovered part.
The slightly rusty body of the partially disassembled protocol droid stared at him, waiting to be granted life. With a clear intention in mind, the little Anakin had worked on the droid whenever his master’s watchful eyes were not all over him, and sometimes overtime after he was dismissed. Working on the manmade creature also gave him an excuse to tinker with you.
He had worked hard to dig for spare parts in the vast scrapyard, his talented fingers tightening each bolt and screw that connected the limbs together, the network of wires originating from the motherboard to each corner of the machine to grant energy to the droid when all parts were tied together.
Up until then, he had been missing the servomotor, if not the most crucial part of it all. He had been searching for it for the better half of a week now, and had requested your assistance as a second pair of eyes and hands.
How else was the protocol droid supposed to move to help protect his mother, if not for the motor?
The smile stretching your lips was contagious as your running legs carried you towards a waiting blond boy, clutching the motor tightly in your small hands as you skipped occasionally to avoid the leftover parts, sand flying around under your boots with each stride taken. An excitement ran through Anakin, as he readied the metal opening to, almost ceremoniously, tie the missing piece altogether.
“Let’s do this.”
Sounds of metal clinks, wires strapped to their place, a few huffs following the cutter as the motor clicked into it’s place. The moment he had been waiting for for a while now, as he made sure to securely attach all the mechanical limbs and double check the circuits. With his heart thumping and you crouching next to him, he hit the switch.
He shot a smile mixed in with a laugh, catching your eyes with the biggest joy when he heard the whirl, focusing back when the droid’s eyes lit up a calm yellow, head turning with a screeching sound - but moving nonetheless.
The two little troublemakers found themselves laughing with content, celebrating their creation. Now, his mother had someone to help protect her against the heat, even if it required a bit more maintenance, polish and oil.
Your eyes found Anakin’s light blue ones, partially shaded under the fabric of the tent, yet the sparkles in them were enough to light the galaxy.
“You will do great things, Ani.”
The words flowed out as if they were the most natural. You always had meant everything you said to him, it made him believe that yes, one day, he would indeed do great things.
To that, he responded with a wide smile, laced with a child’s innocence and pure hope.
While he believed your words, he found himself only hoping for them to become true if it meant seeing you smile.
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Today only goofing around with the camera.
Also, I have hand kink, hence always making photos of Arthur's hands (I wish I could make a photo of his voice as well, since that's another one of my kinks)