oblitusglacies
Soft Reset on the End of the World
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Private, literate roleplay blog for Philza Meusartis, as originally inspired by SMP Earth. Lovingly penned by Oliver / Zelie Member of The Curtain CallersPFP and banner by ilomiart
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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Send 馃樁 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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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.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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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.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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Vagari domum, fili.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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Super fucked up that I can鈥檛 be a master-level expert in knitting AND woodworking AND silversmithing AND embroidery AND soap making AND spinning AND -
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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you'll kill him eventually
You've got some fucking nerve, saying that. He's my son.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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Are you sure? Gods can mould mortals as they wish, and its god is waiting.
It's spoken for.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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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.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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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.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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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.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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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.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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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.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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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.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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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.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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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.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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Do you even like birds????
Yes.
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oblitusglacies 1 year ago
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Do you ever think we鈥檒l ever get to space? To reach the stars, and the moon
I've learned better than to speculate on the cleverness of scientists.
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