Sometimes, It Dawns On Me Just How Incredibly Happy I Am That Fanfic Exists As A Medium. Like, The Amount

Persistence

When you see it, you will think it strange and pitiful, but you will flee all the same Because it stares And flight has always served you well before. You will run for awhile, and it will be gone so you will return to your business.

When you see it again, you will think it foolish. How can it be so optimistic? But you will flee again, as before Because it still stares and Because running is easy for you.

You will run fast this time, and far. You will run until you are tired, and think Surely that is all. And you will return to your business You may even forget, for awhile.

But there it is, again And it stares, again. So you run, again. And run. And run.

You run until you have run farther than you’ve ever run. You run until your blood is fire And you cannot take another step. You cannot know, how could you? You were doomed from the moment it saw you.

do you think haunting is requited?

In the right stories, the house and the haunting are the same. It's requited in the same way self-love is requited. Or perhaps more accurately, self-hate

look on my works, ye mighty, and despair

Urban ghillie suit (it would probably work in the wilderness, with all the shit laying around...)

I’m really enamoured with the way most of the CR3 player characters approach the life-shattering events in their respective pasts. There’s a quiet, understated acceptance to it that really depart with the usual “epic” feel of fantasy backstories, and it lies not in what happened but entirely in how what happened was processed by the characters.

A robbery goes wrong. Your friends have to skip town, leaving you behind with a hole in your skull and terrible debts to pay off. And it sucks, sure, but what would have been the point of everyone going down when one could take the fall ? Shit happens. Life goes on. You get back to work and people greet you in the street.

Your husband dies during a surprise attack on your home. It’s probably the worst loss you’ve ever experienced. For a while, you may even feel like this should have been the end of your story too… and yet, life goes on. You both knew the risks when you signed up as bodyguards. Your time together was good. You say his name, and you smile.

One day you’re a woodworker - though perhaps a rather shady one - the next you’re a bloody werewolf. And it’s not an easy experience to navigate ! So yeah, you’re looking for answers, guidance, but to be honnest you were always a bit of an outsider, and you may have gained more than you lost. Anyway, life goes on. You craft a wooden toy ship for this new friend you made.

You’re killed in someone else’s story and awaken hanging from a tree. You’re dead. You’re not. You hear your killer’s voice inside your head. No one should have to live through that, but you did, and after the terror and confusion and emotional turmoil fade, well, what can you do ? You design a puppet out of dead things, you make yourself at home in abandoned houses, you meet this strange girl and the loneliness dims. Against all odds, life has gone on. So why shouldn’t you ?

I don’t know. I just think it rings true.

the dubious philosophy of salmon

you can pay for what you did to me

also guys... take my advice. im thrusting it upon u im forcing u to take it.

ADVICE : go outside fr. go LOOK at things. SPEND a little money that youll regret in hindsight. maintain a little notebook and write about the things u see. click a photo fo trees and bugs and strangers u meet. GO OUTSIDE. no need to touch the grass u can also step on it and sit on it . eat well !

Ok ok ok I knowwwwwwww I won't shut up about Stray but I just realized that the Slums was my favorite part of the game and lot of other players favorite part

Because that was the lowest tier of society, both robots and humans, and it's dirty and poor, and it's where all the trash from the upper levels gets tossed

BUT it's the most beautiful in that both societies formed a community despite the horrible conditions and dreaming of it all someday being better

Both robots and humans filled the darkness with light and songs, they nutured plants that would never see sunlight, and they loved each other 😭💕💕

The robots remembered the good things about humans and adopted that as part of their worldview, and all that love was passed on. It was never wasted and it was never in vain.

Despite the horrible conditions down there, they found a way to still continue on with hope, they found meaning in each other and making the best of what they had, and that makes the Slums more beautiful that the upper city

oooo if you‘re taking requests can you draw Ranboo?

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