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The reunion is going to be awkward isn't it?

Team Wildermount will be like oh hi friends we missed you so much 😊 Do you like our new fits? 😜 We became champions of Uthordurn! 😇 Here is Deanna a follower of Dawnfather!🌞 ( She's Chetney's ex, but not really ex, because they just had a threesone with Fearne 😳) And here is F.R.I.D.A. they are fucking with F C.G.🤖💖🤖

And team Issylra has just been through the fucking trenches

god orym confided in him. he specifically called out to him from the tree and invited him up, right after he told all of them that ludinus had killed his husband. he looked down at him and saw a half-elf around his own age. and he invited him up to talk, to reflect. he shared space. and all along, this man has been lying to them. he was working with the people who took orym's family away from him.

and so when laudna hunches over him and drains his life away, he nods to her almost imperceptibly.

we're at war.

Having your own personal blog is honestly quite a nice change of pace compared to Reddit. I could put a funny GIF of George Bush getting hit by a shoe on here and the worse case scenario is that no one even notices.

You put that on a big subreddit and you get your eyes gouged out and a heap of political discourse underneath your post.

YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE??? I’M A LIL GECKO BOY

I will never stop this

Every season I have to make a post about how indescribable D20 related grief is.

There is such a wildness to it where I feel my heart like sinking as I process it all. And like you find these beautiful stories about cycles, about loss and love and the things we do for secrets and for the things we love and the things we want. The sacrifices we're willing to make. The way war and death and grief takes people apart piece by piece and never rebuilds them. The way we are changed when we're left behind in a world without someone we thought we'd have forever. The feeling of finally having something to want, something that's yours, that's solid and something that's beginning only to have it ripped out from beneath you. The people we turn into when there is nothing to do but to run. The way fear and trauma and torment can make a person do things they wouldn't otherwise, how they influence decisions and desires and how freedom becomes a blessed commodity. The way we find that people need each other but sometimes they just can't. The way ambition blinds and ruins. The way the people who are gone leave ripples in their wake, something new as they die, something blooming from their decaying.

Like there's this deep story about the cyclical nature of the world and the way it's all so unforgiving. A narrative about how life finds a way, among the struggles of a girl who should be dead growing up too quick in a war and learning to want instead of just need. A plot about a man who loses everything trying to find something to prove that there is a purpose to his torment, that he can be saved.

And it's beautiful

And then you have to explain to your friends that you're crying because the radish grandpa and the chili pepper satanist died.

Like how the fuck am I meant to explain the profound grief of a mango? Or the way that ambition has absolutely crushed a pastrami sandwich who, even more than greatness, seemed to want love. The way greasy provolone cheese tells a story of regret and atoning for one's mistakes.