#you know how it is. avoiding linguistic theorycraft by doing kh theorycraft

[bestialflare]

braig scribble for the week because i can’t stop thinking about luxu’s terrible no good very bad life.

like. you spend thousands of years larping as different people and eventually the continuum spits you out in a body that’s some fucking security guard, but you’re now eye to eye with your 70-90 year old scapegoat and your fucking keyblade and your rules of engagement are literally “play so dumb that its frankly absurd”. and then some kid whips out the wrath of satan and cleaves your eye out of its socket and fucks up your face and you have to not lose your shit about it.

and these bodies are expendable, shit happens every time, but this time you can’t really run the risk of losing this body in the moment. otherwise you risk fucking up the entire mission. so you have no choice but to sit with the aftermath, to take this damage, and be marked by this entire plot. the book of prophecy is proof of success, but really, how far does that success go? is your name even in the goddamn book?