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i think it's so so so great that beating someone up can actually injure and scar you. like from a symbolic perspective. every act of violence leaves a mark on you, chipping away at you with each blow until you're nothing but hard muscle and sharp edges. the hurt you visit on others shapes you in its image.

[nymph-o-faerie]

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if i was a knight in medieval times i would be the guy who dies a gruesome probably accidental death that ruins the whole tourney for everyone

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getting surgery to give me a second head so i can tell twice as many lies as usual

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"choices made in anger cannot be undone" well i have regrets and nothing to lose. so we'll just see about that.

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you're definitely in too deep with an oc once you start coming up with hypothetical tumblr posts about them

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sorry about the blood loss. do you uh. want it back *holds out my red dripping hands awkwardly*

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ahaha no don't call me heartless... nooooo that's so mean... no really it would hurt me sooooooo bad if you said it again... you should say it again

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[said with all the reassuring sincerity of a campaign promise and all the concerning potential of someone who is nearing the event horizon of instability] babygirl. i can humiliate myself in ways you can't even begin to imagine.

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we need a bruise emoji

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it's good to relisten to the silt verses from the beginning from time to time so that you can feel a deep and inconsolable sadness well up from within when you realise how much more desperate and exhausted carpenter sounds with each successive season

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saw a blood splatter on the ground today

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place your bets on how poorly this one is going to age before the podcast ends

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something i really appreciate about VAL is how utterly mundane she really is. she's not anyone special, her backstory isn't anything unusual even by ordinary real life standards, let alone silt verses ones; in fact there's basically nothing about her that makes her unique. the only times we hear her refer to herself as anything of note are when she sarcastically tells the man she's about to kill to "marvel at me", and when she compares herself to a god in a moment of whimsical vanity the moment is immediately cut short by her stumbling across a mass grave, which undercuts any claims to godhood she might have by proving her incapable of one of the core tenets of divinity as we see her fail to perform the miracle of raising the dead. she's literally just a person. "she can talk, she can listen, she can follow orders, she can snark like you or i can", she sings, she's self-aware; she doesn't even really care about the war she was created to win, she just wants to understand why her mother couldn't love her. but all her choices - her actions, and their consequences - are given the weight of a god's power, the destructive impact of sheer possibility. if you torture an already unstable human being to insanity and then give them a weapon of mass destruction!!

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it really is insane how waking up early will grant you access to some of the most beautiful sights and sensations in the world that will make you want to live forever, but only if you overcome the gauntlet of a thousand razors that is getting out of bed early. truly one of life's little saw traps.

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been thinking about fantasy/scifi rule systems and free will