AquelonDungeonMaster and stuff

me trying to remember what newfoundlands are called earlier: big dog he's an island

today someone asked me what my favorite even-toed ungulate is… god, who could decide?

this was ignorant of me to post. of course its the muskox

there is something pretty fucked about angela specifically using the word “dolls” to describe the forms humans and abnormalities take under the cognition filter for ayin because he is the architect of this awful place he puts his employees and sephirot through, a hellscape he cant even look at without risking losing his mind. all that suffering and horror sugarcoated down to mere playthings, it feels horrifyingly disrespectful and disgraceful, yet its the only way he can keep going. it is a dollhouse made of his own guilt that he plays with in the act of penitence. does he taste the bitter irony especially when the monsters look particularly colorful and childish? fuuuuuck

wait but if i have a self-destructive relationship with guilt and responsibility and you have a self-destructive relationship with guilt and responsibility then who's sacrificing themself to ensure that this plane stays flying long enough to have a chance of landing safely

oh. we. we made it. we're still alive. both of us. wow. yeah, no, it's fine i just... wow. i did NOT see that one coming! did you... no no no this is great!!!!!!!!! it's perfect, actually. couldn't be better. well, what now, huh?! i don't suppose you made any plans for what to do afterwards if you... no? no, of course not. well, that's fine. everything's fine. isn't this great? aren't you happy? i'm SO happy. there's no one alive happier than i am! because i'm still alive. yep. that's right! still here. still right here. hey, isn't that funny? after all that, it just... worked out in the end. almost as if nothing ever happened at all! isn't that just crazy? doesn't it make you feel crazy? i don't even know what to do with myself now. i don't know what to do. i don't know what to do. i don't