➡️ @Draekos@yiff.life @Draekos@awoo.space

"Don't encourage the Paladin towards genociding the elves"

He didn't get to genocide the goblins.

You know, I never really like celebrating someone's death.

But the world feels like it has the potential to be better place now. I will admit!

So like, if there was a modern edition, would you have to tap the condo's office for white mana?

MAOW!
MAOW!
YOU'RE A SNEP NOW!
YOU'RE A BLEP NOW!
You're a Snep! You're a Blep! You're a Snep! You're a Blep!
You're a snep now!
Fluff it all, maow!
Up the wall, maow!

gods hi hello shameless fangirling but also kinda weird about the fact I did it because I don't normally do that and hi hello you're online and fuck hi I wish I wrote like you and please fuck my brain thanks <3

<_<; why no, my character has ALWAYS had this dark hair with blue highlight and lips, I don't know what you could POSSIBLY imply with this.

when the gays are waiting for the new player to finish the cutscene

A silicon arrow
for the quiver.
👀

seeing people favoring that chain from last night and having a mix of embarrassment and validation?

Brain still in weird weird places.

Tired: xXx Sepharoth420 xXx

Wired: ~OwO~ Sephathot69 ~OwO~

Kintsugi always interested me as soon as I saw it. Maybe that initial interest was from this feeling? My soul being the metal making the pottery whole, and well, it feeling like it's not there???

Gods I need to put the phone down before I just don't sleep.

Also, no. The metaphorical vase pieces aren't ME. I don't think.

Okay one more thing, since now chatting with a friend who has similar "hole for a soul" feelings.

It's a loneliness that doesn't... loneliness is just the best word for it.

It's not being alone. I have a lot of social interaction, too much for my introverted tending self. And (as embarrassing as it ever feels to talk about) it's not loneliness in my skull.

No it's the loneliness that is the gaps in a object that seems like it should be whole.

.... And I want to be clear because I've had the talk before. "Productive" in a "this is making me feel like I've done some good in the world for myself and people I care about" way, not like... Partaking in capitalism and heading volume as the only important factor.

Time to get back to trying to sleep.

Sorry for... All that. Maybe I shouldn't be? Sometimes it hard to know how far the mask slips or which way it even faces sometimes.

Gonna... I dunno. Gonna hope I have the energy in me to do something productive tomorrow.

I've always been one to be behind a mask of some sort. It's just a lake back here after all.

Let me be confident in being open about it. Let other lakes form rivers and fuck it okay I'm getting either too tired or even this is starting to finally lose my focus for this metaphor.

Put a mask on me we both want me to wear. Let there be a give and take and don't let us have to feel alone.

Come gods, synthetics, horny it otherwise (but horny honestly preferred)

Wrap me in an embrace that lets me feel like the shattered pieces in this lake of a being can be a soul. Let me be comfortable offloading my suffering at times, and be able to take on that of others when they need.

I want to feel and care and love and be loved, enjoy the creation and emotions it causes. Share my crazy, and let it spurn others onward.

Not to say those things don't help, everything needs water to grow, but eventually it's all just a nice decorative fountain. Endlessly cycling water.

This thread keeps wavering between depressing and.... Something. I wish I could grab that, run with it. Just embrace my own brand of occultism and not care for the judgement of others, 'normies' and other occult folks.

There's been a progress in my words over the last few years.
"I feel this in my heart"
Turned to "in my soul". Turned to "where my soul should be."

It's not as much of a joke as it feels like.

There's a whole in me and I don't know what fills it. Video games, friends, creative endeavour, sex, drugs. They all work for a while then boil out. The hole is still there. It's a lake where my soul should be.

I want to be able to feel... confident. I keep coming back to that, it's the closet word I have.

But I want it. I want to help people and not desperately need their confirmation of my action in return.

I want to have self worth. I want to help others find it too. I want to be able to make something that will have someone else. Up late, unable to sleep, pouring their soul out to find how it ticks.