°❀⋆. Holds you gently ࿔*:•

Imagine you leave your mark upon the niche gt community, whether it be making art or writing stories. It's not much, but you enjoy it and make it for the love of the game.

You've grown up, and you have less and less time to create, and you stop, tired of the reality of adulthood. Your passion is still there, but the spark is barely a flicker of what it once was.

You are a lurker again.

You grow older, eventually, and settle for the role of parenthood. You have a happy family and life is perfect.

Your blog is pretty much inactive save for the reblogs you make. But one day, a user commented on the one unfinished story you wrote 15 years ago.

It's a simple "i love your story, i can't stop rereading it! Do you plan on continuing again?"

You never planned to continue it. But touched by that one reader, your motivation lights up again, and you write, just for that one reader who you know will care for your words that come from the very essence of your soul. You've loved gt since you started having memories after all.

Behind the reader's screen, your child bonds with you in the secret interest you both share.

Your child loves you, and you love your child, in a way neither of you both expected.

Every time I heard the intro to this stupid show I would be so disappointed when it wasn't that episode and it's forever one of my awakenings to this obsession

Imagine you're running because something's spotted you. Something big. Huge. Its eath-shaking footsteps follow you, and you know it wants to catch you. You don't know what it'll do to you once it has you, and you don't wanna find out.