Psh, This Party Sucks *teleports To The Cactus Dimension* Oh I Don't Like It Here

Not all construction work is equally enjoyable. For example, enlarging a drilled hole is boring, but fastening pieces of metal together is riveting.

i wish everyone who purposefully misgenders nonbinary characters goes to hell no matter what

“chara is determination incarnate” “chara is a demon” “chara is destruction” ALL ARE WRONG

CHARA IS “BALL GAME”

Screaming crying throwing up wondering when my darling husband (my fav character Asriel from the hit indie game Undertale) will return from war (finally appear in Deltarune) because the military (Mr. Toby Fox) promises me that he'll be home but never tells me when (he will likely appear in Ch. 7 but the idea of waiting that long gives me pain), violently force feeding me false hope as I wait in utter despair wondering if he's still alive (his depressed ass is suffering in college)

"i'm going to initiate a social interaction!" i lie, confidently, as the entire thought of approaching another person makes me so scared i immediately walk away

yoga...

whisk's favorite thing in the whole world is standing in odd positions in the middle of her terrarium that make me think something's wrong with her but no she's just like that. such as sticking exactly one leggy out into the air and holding that position for several minutes. why? idk, she won't tell me

Over time, ASRIEL and the human became like siblings.

The King and Queen treated the human child as their own.

The underground was full of hope.

2024 is the year where everyone relearns that shadow the hedgehog is cool as hell

You see, ever since I was a small child I've always HATED Valentine's Day. Or, not so much hated it as much as I never really understood it.

If you make a holiday all about love, why be expected to do the least lovely, most annoying, most humiliating things? Like go on uncomfortable dates with strangers, or buy ridiculously expensive chocolate for someone who doesn't even like chocolate that much! No one loves that! Why not do something you actually love? Like sit at home and listen to niche Bulgarian techno bedroom shoegaze. Or buy some nice aged stinky cheese.

See, none of it ever made sense to me. Until I realized I was aromantic! I just don't feel romance. And nobody even told me!

You'd think that with something that significant and annoyingly present in life, someone would've at least given me a heads up. Like a doctor telling you that you're lactose intolerant, or allergic to wild parsnips. It's nice to have the info. Like, yeah, I'll probably still eat ice cream from time to time, but at least I know why it rubs me the wrong way.

Which is why, Perry the Platypus—

The second I get a halberd in my hands it’s over for one specific individual. Haven’t decided who yet, but I figure I’ll know once I have the halberd.