i've been remembering some very short and particularly mundane things with this durge i remember, but the silliest one so far is that we were, ah, canoodling, and, in trying to get more comfortable, we... got our horns stuck.

I hate having multiple kintypes from the same source. Like, yeah, I'm Jaskier (twice) AND Geralt AND the Lion Cub of Cintra (not Ciri because I was transmasc but that was my deadname so source-me is cis-me which is weird), but like I didn't know the other versions of myself as in like it's not all from one or two canons. My Geralts when I was Jaskier weren't me, neither of them were, nor was my Geralt from when I was the Lion Cub of Cintra, my Jaskiers from both that life and when I was Geralt were not me, so like... If I ever wanted to reach out to other Witcher kinfolk, Idk what I'd do. And this also goes for other sources, BG3 (Gale, Astarion, several Tavs, and a Dark Urge) being another really notable one, and one where I know for a fact I didn't know myself because of the Tavs (they were definitely not me because of very notable features like being a very tall tiefling fighter, which I never was, and not the same one, when there was one at all). It feels weird and I'm kinda glad I'm a very antisocial person (extreme introvert, whatever you want to call it) still.

no one really considers how your balance is affected when you lose your tail. which is to say, i think i? lost mine?? (<- jokingly drew myself with a stubby tail and felt a strong sense of loss)

any other tiefling out there remember their horn care routine? i find lotion to be very comforting these days (#🔨🙏🏽, ockin, tavkin)

maybe this is a little silly, but i remember having really strong legs, and i miss it! i think i've got to use my bike more often these days

i really do miss my own horns!!! i doubt i'd be able to support the weight anymore in this life, but even the idea of having little horns that match the shape and color of my old ones... ouuu that would be lovely

one of the things i miss doing is buffing my daughter's horns. she never properly learned to take care of them, so that had been one of the first things i showed her how to do once she was ready

feeling a very specific sort of grief for being a tav tonight. like, i will never find my daughter, or my siblings, or this dark urge fellow i’m parsing out memories of to try to understand who he was to me