Sometimes I think about the people that just go "haha its just fiction who cares if they killed people" and like on one hand it's true but as someone who's kin with people who ACTUALLY killed people its like...not so simple like. Sometimes it was for love and either protecting someone or being asked to do something for a greater good but sometimes I was just a silly woo woo mentally ill kiddo who did shit I really do regret and man do we need therapy that specializes in kin life/therian trauma because holy crap is my therapist not ready to hear that I blasted an orc's face off as a Breton because I was trying to scare him off of my little sister who was "exotic" to him because she was Khajiit and I missed with my fire spell and hit him instead because I was a dumb 8yo who had too much magical talent and not enough skill to control it, or the horrors I suffered as Heather Mason, or any other life. I'm a mess, man (#♦️🐕🎪) I wish there was a different emoji but it's whatever ig lmao
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