Caden

ive talked about "childhood friends gone wrong" on here before right

there's probably already a name for this but it's a trope i coined for a very specific type of dynamic that im consistently obsessed with. give me two people who grew up together and played together and were each other's best friend and then Something Happened and now everything's fucked up but they're still friends. or they want to be at least. you look so different now and everything is so much more complicated now than when we played in your backyard but literally who else knows me better than you. who else could i ever call my best friend

haha dude that was an excellent knight kink post. you know you don't have to be useful to be worthy of love, right?

friendship addicts will be like “i just need one more hit of your infectious laughter and zest for life”

that's enough myself for today

okay fine well if you dont wanna play dissection or mind control then what else is there

I appreciate that people also liked this one

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happy this guy's day, everybody

I love being a nobody. No special destiny for me, no sirree. No secret magical bloodlines, no prophecies, no omened stars or pure souls here. Just an ordinary person living my ordinary struggles. No dragons to kill, no soulmates to rescue, no journeys to any underworld of any sort. I just get to live my life setting reasonable goals and feeling elated and disappointed at my successes and failures that don't impact the world at large. God this shit rules.

hey can you hold this mysterious sword for me real quick?

Nope! My hands are full with my mundane, everyday life! No room for anything else, especially not mysterious swords!

nobody warns you adulthood means craving physical contact like it's a vitamin deficiency