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the similarities between Hornet HollowKnight and Harrow Nonagisimus are just. both are the last surviving rulers of their homes. both are tasked to guard a tomb, one they grew up knowing would be theirs. both prodigies. both constantly forced to see the living reminder of their parents' infanticide. wired relationships to Gods. the corpse motif. from a secretive, feared underground group. having to watch over the corpses of their mothers. lesbians.
every bird is afraid of storms
taako would spend the night in his tent, arms curled around himself shaking for no reason while searching for comfort he didnt remember,
magnus would light a fire and stare into that light until morning, julia always thought it was strange but she never said anything, just made him lavender tea and sat near enough that he would feel her warmth and see the red of her hair and know he was not alone
merle would drink, and drink and drink and sit in it and listen to the thunder above him and the sound of the waves wreaking havoc on the shore, he would laugh almost maniacally at some great evil he had escaped and in the morning he would go back into his house, dripping wet and not making a sound
lucretia would shake, and distract herself with paperwork, davenport would stop speaking, stop moving, just looking at this darkness as it soread and try so so hard to think of something anything, but all he could hear was his own name echoing so so loudly in his head that he would hold his hands to his ears and lucretia would play music loudly in an attempt to drown it out, trying to make up for her mistake
and barry would sit in the dark and ache, look at the robes with a symbol he couldnt see, pace his cave, look at a paper he couldnt read, try so hard to remember who he had lost and the hands he once hekd and he would pour over his maps and try to finally remember, he jumped every time the thunder clapped
REMINDER TO MY PEEPS THAT CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS AND GET A REAL TREE TO KEEP THAT BITCH WATERED!!! IF SHE GETS DRY SHE CAN CATCH FIRE VERY QUICKLY!!!! K THANKS LOVE YA BYEEEE
I know it’s been a while. I’m gonna be honest, I forgot about you. After the farm, we were always moving. But something happened. Something good. Finally. We found a prison. Daddy thinks that we can make it into a home. He says we can grow crops in the field, find pigs and chickens, stop running, stop scavenging. Lori’s baby is just about due. She’ll need a safe place when it comes. The rest of us, we just need a safe place to be. I woke up in my own bed yesterday. My own bed in my own room. But I’ve been keeping my backpack. Keeping my gun close. I’ve been afraid to get my hopes up thinking we can actually stay here. The thing is, I’ve been starting to get afraid that it’s easier just to be afraid. But this morning daddy said something. If you don’t have hope, what’s the p o i n t o f l i v i n g ? So I unpacked my bag and I found you. So I’m gonna start writing in you again. And I’m gonna write this down now because you should write down wishes to make them come true. We can live here. We can live here for the rest of our lives.
the walking dead » season four; episode ten » inmates
it’s hard to feel so strongly about small tragedies when such massive tragedies happen all over the world every day but like.. wow