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Oh. Easy question to answer.

I would have to say my shot of an F5 tornado approaching Arcadia Bay is my most favored. You could feel the electricity in the air. Hear the roar of the wrath of mother nature as it approached the small town. Never in my life have I ever felt or witnessed something so out of control, yet so... so beautiful, powerful, and raw.

from-arcadia-to-haven is a multimuse Life is Strange RP blog featuring muses from Life is Strange 1, Before the Storm, True Colors, and Don't Nod's spiritual successor Tell Me Why.

Est. June 2022, but roleplaying in the LiS fandom since 2017

Note: Does not acknowledge Double Exposure as canon

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An Independent Multi-Fandom, Multi-Muse blog with muses from Persona, Kingdom Hearts, Life is Strange, and Ace Attorney.

Written by Shelby

Not very active (but hella fun when active)

Mun is 30+

Arcadia, u absolute shithole of a town, why do i always end up finding comfort in ur plainness? maybe it’s because u radiate everything i don’t and it makes for an interesting contrast. sometimes i have no fucking idea where “home” actually is...but my favorite hippie snapping pretty pictures and shyly gushing about our future together comes pretty close.. //picture taken and tattoo by: @evasuniverses

In one lifetime, Chloe Price was a girl labelled a failure, a punk-ass bitch, a nobody, and a loser; who died on the floor of the girls’ bathroom in the school she hated and who hated her just as vehemently before they expelled her; and someone who desperately believed that everyone she had ever loved had always chosen to leave her.

In one lifetime, none of that happened. She was saved and reunited with her best friend. They relived memories while focusing on her problems. They broke into places and trespassed. They kissed. They found the body of her ex-girlfriend-and-friend deep in the depths of the junkyard they had called their hideout. She died over her body after being shot in the head by her best friend’s teacher who gloated over the story he concocted to get away with murdering her, a known nobody.

In one lifetime she died after living the past three years as a vegetable barely clinging to life thanks to the help of machines while she watched her parents struggle to afford her treatments.

And, ultimately, in one lifetime she begged for the first lifetime so that she could save those she loved from a fate that none of them  deserved. She begged for her life to be ended to save the ones of thousands, making peace with the fact that the week with her best friend had been worth everything. They kissed here, too. 

But ultimately, none of those lifetimes had been the one that Chloe Price was living right now.

Right now, Chloe’s conscience was laid down in a slumber, a deep one that had gone on for weeks. After a long surgery, a longer recovery period, and weeks of careful monitoring, she was keeping her vitals steady with the help of oxygen tubes through her nose and the coma she was in. For now, Chloe Price swam in darkness, unaware that her life had almost ended in this lifetime, unaware that there had been other lifetimes when it had been snuffed out without mercy, but the bliss was rapidly coming to an end. Slowly, as if waking up from a night’s rest, Chloe’s eyes started to open. The brightness in the room was near blinding, so her eyes squinted painfully as she tried to open them. She felt slow, sluggish, like the world and time around her were walking through jello. What was weirder than that, though, was that she didn’t recognize where she was. She didn’t recognize it and she couldn’t will her body to move or think fast enough to figure it out. Instead she stared at the ceiling while the world came into focus nanosecond by painfully slow nanosecond...