#i wrote this rambly thing about it and then tumblr fking ATE IT and i liked it so much i rewrote it

[sparring-spirals]

After very careful consideration I've decided: I don't trust The Traveler but I'm just so fucking amused by the happenstance of it all that. Goddammit. I'm here for it. The Traveler as a stressed out, panicking millennial with imposter syndrome up the fucking walls and the ever present I DIDNT SIGN UP FOR THIS OH SHIT. This whole thing as the god version of those looney tunes clips with the characters building traintracks right as they pass over em. Leading Jester and giving her calm, reassuring godly guidance while furiously flipping through How To God For Dummies books because oh fuck he can't let her down!!!!

Like, goddammit, Artagan, you better not have malicious intentions because this is all so hilarious if its this level of unintentional.

ps: my decision may be influenced by the sheer amount of fantastic shitposts about the traveler being produced by the fandom. yall are wonderful.

pps: also might be influenced by my eternal achilles heel of Relatable Content™ of panic improvising out of a crippling sense of How The Fuck Did I End Up Here. Because sometimes you're out there being like haha :), and someone takes you a little too seriously, and you just keep slip-n-sliding until suddenly you have Responsibilities And Expectations, You'll Do Great!!!! Why Do You Look So Worried

ppps: no, I didn't watch C1. yes, i learned about the dick-booty-call culminating in Curious Asphyxiation. yes, i am still confused.