Soft Reset on the End of the World

RETIRED. if you want this url message me Private, literate roleplay blog for Philza Meusartis, as originally inspired by SMP Earth. Member of The Curtain Callers PFP and banner by ilomiart

[oblitusglacies]

art by @/ilomiart

sometimes we don't want to heal because the pain is the last link to what we've lost

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blog-wide trigger warnings for dysfunctional families and death.

[rpmemesiwanttosee]

Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it

[oblitusglacies]

I hope you get stabbed by someone you trusted. That you see the world fade into cacophony and the world ablaze

If my friend ever sees fit to put a sword through my ribs, I'll have deserved it. And if the world takes fire, it'll fade to ash.

Everything works out in the end.

[oblitusglacies]

Do you even have even some remains of that wretched thing? Have you held a funeral for something that doesnt deserve i?

Ignem te pro eo mittam.

[oblitusglacies]

Vagari domum, fili.

[captainjonnitkessler]

Super fucked up that I can’t be a master-level expert in knitting AND woodworking AND silversmithing AND embroidery AND soap making AND spinning AND -

[captainjonnitkessler]

“Who would ever want to be immortal? Can you imagine the loneliness, knowing that there’s no one else like you, cursed to outlive -” shut up!! Some of us have shit to do and aren’t cowards!!

[oblitusglacies]

you'll kill him eventually

You've got some fucking nerve, saying that. He's my son.

[oblitusglacies]

Are you sure? Gods can mould mortals as they wish, and its god is waiting.

It's spoken for.

[oblitusglacies]

A sentinel is made only of the imperfect flesh of the impressionable. It's a shame the thing you call a son is perfectly that.

He is ramlin. He is thinking. He is nobody's tool. He never will be.

[oblitusglacies]

I'm sorry that you will rage at the truth of the thing you call son

He is not and never has been a sentinel. You cannot make him one. Nobody can.

[oblitusglacies]

Sorry Mr Minecraft but it seems I have stolen your wife. So sorry. There's nothing to be done.

Yeah, I'm sure you haven't. You're alive to tell me this, after all.

[oblitusglacies]

Do you ever regret it? Do you ever regret not being there sooner? Do you ever regret leaving them to their own devices?

Of course I do. No parent could ever see this happen and do anything but regret.

I know they had to leave the nest. I know I gave them the best childhood I could.

That's what I have to comfort myself.

Don't even have my wings anymore. Suppose there's some irony in that.

[oblitusglacies]

te dare vitam telum. cito fortuna tua decurret et veniet tibi.

(You gave life to a weapon. Soon your luck will run out and it will come for you.)

Amorem puero dedi. Quod sequitur, separatum est. Percussit unus filiorum meorum cor meum. Alium, opinor, experiri potest pro pulmone meo.

[oblitusglacies]

what's it like seeing the world reinvent itself over and over again?

You learn to live with it. Believe it or not, it's not the strangest thing I had to get used to.

The world's only really remade itself once. The rest is just... I dunno, evolution.

[oblitusglacies]

Have you a made funeral for that wretched thing?

There will never be a world where you can understand the pain or agony of what he or I have seen. Fututus morere in igni, irrumator.

[oblitusglacies]

Iuq elam taref Rubliw otan ereulf senma. Amina te snem suie rutelumut, taedra te tacsebat tucis iutrom. Mauqmun rutauqol euqen taedes euqen terips enis itnatsnoc, sutnelucurt murer muratseg aitnegilletni te odomouq artnoc metatinamuh te menoitidart tedra. Tnaicifed ie susnes suie te ni merevlup rutnatrever, tucis te nemon iilif iem ni ero suie rutetrevnoc. Espi te senmo iuqniporp suie ni amixam etatissecen tnucsetumbo.

[oblitusglacies]

Do you even like birds????

Yes.