In The Face Of Fear And Plight And Yet We Hold Our Ground GAMES. - Tumblr Posts
‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤOOC + Fandom tags !
‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤOnce you’re stripped clean , what’s at your core ?
flightless bird
the thought of your found family is what motivates you in your own little world. you touch the clouds, and the soil gives way under your footprints... this is utopia. if you were to erase one thing, it would be your memory. experience is important, but ignorance is bliss. identity, in heaven, should give way to happiness. you'd give anything just to sit by the swings and eat ice cream, but this isn't that kind of world. you have to get up and wash the dirt off of your scraped knees. i think you have an escapism problem.
resounding truth
you have a goal in mind, and others brush it off right away... why does everyone always tell you to follow your dreams when it's actually their dreams that they want you to follow? your memory is weak, and your conviction is even weaker on days when you're reminded of how alone you really are. it's hard to go on without someone pushing you forward... is this what life is? a cycle of monotony, fueled only by the desire not to trouble anyone too much with your passing? it would be nice to have something, or someone, to spur you on. i hope you find them.
cauterizing rage
the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.
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‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ?
you sacrifice yourself
what drives you is the fact that you feel beholden to others. you protect them, at the cost of your own safety. maybe it's one specific person you're weak for, maybe it's anybody and everybody -- you jump in front of that sword, that bullet, that cracking whip because you would rather be the one to hurt. you think that pain is most beautiful when misdirected. you believe that this makes you strong, a hero. danger doesn't faze you anymore. you learned not to fear fire or drowning; you don't love them, but sometimes you think you love the call of death. you were waiting for a reason to meet it, really.
pyrrhic victory
is this even a happy ending? you don't, technically, lose. but what did you have to sacrifice? how many people are no longer standing at your side by the end? how can you move on, knowing that all of your effort was mostly in vain? did your actions even matter? perhaps it would have been better to do nothing at all. perhaps you would have hurt less. you will not be protected by your legacy. you will not be honored by future generations. and before you even get to leave behind a name so hollow, you must live, and die, and try to understand why you were placed at the center of so much war.
you help the enemy win
you truly think that you are doing what's right, up until the very end. the path you chose set you apart from your friends, your loved ones, your place in society, but you insisted that you were only protecting the things and people you care about. you were tricked. or, at the very least, you were manipulated. it is partly your fault for being naive, but obviously you will not be forgiving yourself for that again. perhaps if you had been given the whole truth, you would have acted differently, and the blood of your friends would not be on your hands. but time is a hard rule in tragedies. you get one chance. this was yours.
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