HoO BOI! Now that was a dishearteningly long hiatus 👀 But good news! My brother and I were finally able to move back out after 6 long months, the week before Christmas at that! It’s been such a whirlwind since then, recovering from the holidays and ensuring the new house meets all my tricky needs took longer than I’d have liked but goodness-
It feels good to be back 💖
Thank you all for being so patient with me, I’d regretfully fell into my “recovery mode” to deal with how consistently sick I was from the stress and effort of trying to move back out, which made the ordeal take oh so much longer- a vicious circle indeed @v@ But I got my Christmas Miracle and here I am!
I missed you guys so much ;C; 💖
The time off did give me a lot of time to think, and I realized I need to be lot kinder to myself in regards to my own expectations, I always want to give 110%, to my art and to each and every single person I talk to, to each one of you, but I have got to learn to accept that’s just going to drive me into the ground time and time again ‘cause I just don’t have it in me no matter how much I want it, my heart too big for my got dayum good- I can’t stand the idea of anyone feeling left out or forgotten but I force that to be the inevitable by pushing myself too far time and time again and crashing 9v9″
I try, try again, this time as OKKennyMay, ‘cause it’s good enough to just be Okay and I need to remind myself of that 😤
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psst hey
hey
go onto cogs.ink
type a singular quotation mark for both the username and password
hit login
YESS THE "im not mad just disappointed". I actually did a redraw of that image a while back! its kind of old though
I also lovee the commodities hidden index page . i love the fact that winn loves to doodle/add things (commodities index page and the password papers )
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It is a strange thing, for a fighter to be so full of words. Having known a fuck ton of them, they’re usually either too quick-witted or too damaged to have any. But I have so many.
Chock full, some would say. I’ve stored them up for years, months, weeks, days. Hours. All the moments it was expected to say them, I missed. All the moments it wasn’t, I seemed to grasp onto and yet- still- they remain. Even when I manage to get them out of me, they’re the wrong ones: excess that built up over time and spilled out before I could fix them into what they were supposed to be. Cataloging the moments where I could have. Should have. Said anything at all and I couldn’t.
When Maelo said he had it,
When Wol decided to leave,
When Cog tore out her heart,
When Clay made his choice,
When Nilos first floated joining the board,
When Adiane leaned into her godhood,
When Cog destroyed the church,
When I killed Wol,
When Jack killed Dennis,
When Jack died,
Again, again, again,
When Nilos did leave to join the board,
So many times I’ve written speeches in my head to match you all, discarding them back down to where they could live safely. Knowing they could never match what any of you say without even thinking about it. Knowing that none of your goals align to my own, not really. I kept thinking the time would come, the stars would align, the world would sit still long enough for me to explain. Long enough that you would have time to listen and parse my plodding inanities to hear the point that I hide.
Clumsily. Easily visible to anyone listening, I know. I am not skilled in words the way y’all are, so I have to assume you choose not to hear, and I understand. In your shoes, in the end, given the selfishness of what I ask, I would make the same choice.
My words will never match the ones you all spill forth so easily, handing them to the rest of us like they’re grains of sand and not precious gifts to be hoarded and turned, over and over, until they lose definition with love. Not the ones I hand over, not the ones I hide and perfect, and perfect again and again and again.
I supplement instead with what I can give: a hand, a shoulder, a punching bag, a presence, a whetstone, a shield, a pillow. All of my words, folded and compressed, and shaved of their edges until they can be handed away in a bomb that you will never recognize.
Not a bomb, perhaps. You see? Even now, my words cannot compare.
Allow me to rephrase.
We all know what a milkshake is. We could easily describe it. But there is so much more, for us, held inside the word that we could never describe.
For me, anyway.
I hope that you have always understood my actions for what they are. A milkshake for the words I was never able to say. I hope you know that I would never you are so I have never I could never if you were to s
I hope you know it’s a milkshake for only one word, really, that you can and should interpret in all its forms.
Stay.
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Thinking about that scene in the wasteland epilogue again when Cog had just gotten back and Adiane calls for Ace, but AJ beats Ace to the living room and he looks JUST like his dad did when Cog left and there’s a split second where Cog starts toward him before catching herself because she knows that can’t be him, but at the same time
And then he just sorta nods to her, says “hey, mom” to Adiane and Cog’s breath catches because oh. Oh. Oh. Of course, these are their kids, but he looks so much like his dad and
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