#bones cw

What religious minecraft roleplay does to people

Limbus Company CBCs but they are a little fucked up because I think Demian deserves being creepier

And I think about our distant ancestors, how before language they strengthened relationships by grooming, like our nearest cousins still do. How the basest, most instinctual expression of love seems to be a sort of gentle pampering, a correction of appearance, a gentle hand to return you to your best self. I think about how the first thing I do when I see my dog is stroke her head, and then check for extra tufts of shed hair clinging to her body which might make her itch. About plucking bits of dandruff off my cat. About how badly I wanted to tuck my childhood crush's hair behind her ear. About how my girlfriend and I kept our relationship secret at work for 4 years, only to be undone by someone seeing me silently fix her collar, pluck an errant hair from her shirt. My mom licking her finger and using it to rub a spot of dirt off my face. My brother fixing my hat. And I think about bones, how when the archeologists find prehistoric graves, the bones arranged just so, that they say, this. This is how we know these people were human.

1: The interior of a stone, domed building, sparely carved. Light comes in through two small windows / 2: A small stream running amid grassy banks / 3: Domes and a tower against a greenish night sky / 4: A metal statue's hand on the hilt of a sword / 5: A drooping white flower in the dark / 6: Stacked skulls / 7: Gothic towers lit from within with green light, looming against a dark sky / 8: A rough stone stairway leading down into darkness / 9: An avenue of columns rising from a floor covered in water //End ID]

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