I try to be nice.
I help you and i save you when They hurt you.
I try to be helpful
Why do you always run from me?
"Your snout is much too short."
"You walk on only two legs."
"You're too scary."
"You speak too loud."
"And where's your tail?"
"You're the problem here. So go away, human."
You find me terrifying. Disgusting. Wrong
So I stay out of your way.
But every moment i glance at you, you stare back and whisper.
Whisper about me.
i don't know what I did wrong.
it was something They did.
but i'm not Them.
i try to come back and make up for the mistakes.
mistakes that i didn't make.
but you don't forgive me.
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First, I like your font too, especially the colours. 💗
Second, are you into other fandoms?
First, Ty :3
Secondly, so. Many.
Fnaf and tf2 are the first things that come to mind, especially fnaf:Security breach since the new dlc come out recently (by the time I’ve posted this I have probably already drawn art of Eclipse, I love my boys). I tend to fixate on characters and I’ve always loved the tf2 comic so Medic has been on my mind with Engineer also making his way in there. Oh !! And Deltarune :3 love deltarune, especially Spamton. I love seeing AUs about it too, people are so creative. I really love HLVR:Ai too, just recently I got the Frenrey Pink-to-Blue fan Zine! In that series I heavily fixated on Benrey, my sona is actually heavily inspired after my own design of him!
Other offhanded fandoms I’m in are Call of Duty, Spooky Month, the ARG and Analog horror community, homestuck, Steven universe, and probably a bunch of stuff that I’m missing. I love a lot of things !
Ever since I got into tsp (over a year ago) Ive mostly been paying attention to that and not much else so I haven’t given my other fandoms much attention. However I still do love them dearly
But anyway ! TLDR: Tspud has taken over my life, I can’t focus on much else, it’s a problem but we’re still living laughing and loving
Despite that, I like video games (like fnaf, tf2, and portal) and webseries (like HLVR:AI, Spooky Month, and ARG/ analog horror stuff)
And I love to ramble
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A young explorer travels around the world in search of magic in a world that demands magic does not exist.
The young explorer travels across mountains, deserts, any insurmountable challenge, simply to reach their goal and find magic, any magic.
The search goes on. Months. Years. The explorer is not so young anymore. And their hope is fading, not fast, but fast enough to cause doubt.
One fateful day, the explorer travels to a spot of the world long forgotten by, if not all, then most. And there they find their magic. Be it a genie's lamp, a pixie's hollow, a great fairy, a god, none but they know, but the story they tell is that they met a grand being. And after a bout of formalities and excitement, they asked a question.
"Would you grant a wish for me?"
And the grand being was impressed by the tenacity of the explorer, who had found the most remote of remote, who had found this place after millennia of it being hidden. And the grand being saw the passion in their eyes, the fulfillment of finally being so close to the goal they had ached to reach. And the grand being relented, "I cannot promise anything, but I will try."
And the explorer responded. "Can you change me?"
"From what, to what, for what? Would you like your youth back, that you had spent trying to find me? Would you like wounds healed that you had gained over your journey?"
"No. No, I'm afraid it's nothing as simple as that."
"Then...?"
"I would..." The explorer hesitates. "I would want to change a part of me. A barrier that I worry I cannot cross on my own. I have sought you out for years because I fear what would happen, what could happen, and what hasn't happened yet."
"I believe I understand you, and I believe I can help. But if I am to help you, you must know that everything comes with a consequence."
The being continued. "I am no trickster, as many would like to believe, so I will not turn you into a newt, nor will I cause something horrible and drastic to happen to you. But if I do this, it will rob you of your journey. And I fear that will make it seem unearned, and it will leave you dissatisfied for the rest of your days. Would you accept me taking your journey from you, to help you reach your goal?"
And the explorer pondered for a moment. And when they were ready, they responded. "I have lived for years. I have experienced turmoil due to the parts of me I could not change. Strife. Struggles. To one such as you, I am not sure if it compares, but this is all I have known. And I have fought to find you, this is my journey."
"But," the being retorted, "was the journey to change yourself, all this time? You fought, to your hardest, simply to find something you didn't know existed. Was the journey to find me, or to prove you had the strength to do what you had to do?"
The explorer hesitates.
"I have been here, hiding away for...much longer than your cities have stood. But I have seen what has been accomplished. Medicines that those who walked this planet mere centuries ago couldn't have dreamed of."
"So then," the explorer says, shaking, head turned down, "what huge joke is it that I haven't access to the medicines I need?"
The explorer continues, tears forming. "What divine joke is it that, though these medicines exist, I need to fight to prove that I have these problems in the first place? A fight I cannot put up on my own. A fight against a system stacked against me."
The being hesitates for a moment.
"And what a joke it is," the explorer, wheeling around, unrelentingly goes on, "that the challenges and difficulties can be so easily solved by these medicines, that they are held for reasons I am not told, and then go on to research, only to find no good reason! What a great laugh it is that I have to worry that people will think of me differently, that I am at risk of being looked down upon, or worse yet, attacked for how I am!"
And the explorer looks back to see the being's reaction.
But there is no being there.
And there is no explorer.
The fantasy fades.
And I get up, and go to my computer. And I start typing.
"There's a flaw in there, you know." A voice rings in my head, persistent. "In the story, you portray the explorer to be alone. Now that's not very fair, is it? You have people in your life who want to help you, who are willing to help you."
"And what good is it if I cannot help myself? I don't have a lot of money. I just started a new job after not having one for months. I can't do the things I want to do because I'm always so far in my own head," I think back to myself.
"And what good is your head if you do not allow yourself to use it?"
And I struggle to come up with a more meaningful end.
But the struggle, I tell myself, the struggle is the best part. It shows you want to keep going. That you haven't given up yet. That because - not in spite of you having to, no - because you fight, things will get better.
I promise.
I promise.
And I hit post.
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