Honestly Christianity Really Hit The Jackpot With "jesus Christ" Rolling Off The Tongue As An Expletive

chapter 3 probably

oh my god all the deltarune kids are so fucking lonely

what if deltarune is about lonely childhoods and being misunderstood while you really just want to be a kid

or what if the world is made of pudding idk i could be spewing gobbledygook

I taught my mom some fandom terms and recently when we were watching S2 of Arcane, when Caitlyn and Vi came on screen she just looked at me and said 'ship.' lmaooo

You know shits ab to go down when they hit you wit this look

The remorseful player

Papyrus using Twitter

a undertale yellow scenario/au idea:

Mettaton, in Undertale canon time, post UTYellow pacifist, goes into the abandoned Steamworks to see if there’s still anything fun in there to “repurpose” (steal) for Alphys’ projects.

however, he stumbles upon AXIS going on a date with their metal spouse. Mettaton leaves immediately since he doesn’t want to be rude or be seen, but he wants to know more, such as:

who is this other robot

who made them

why were they made

why are they living in the steamworks

do they have a soul? if they do, he’s not unique by being a robot with a soul anymore

were they made before, or after him? if they were made before him, he’s DEFINITELY not unique anymore

and he just goes on a wild chase trying to figure out the how and why of things and slowly discovering secrets that get crazier and crazier and more awful every time. by the end of it, Mettaton ends up having a conspiracy board covered with string and pictures and Alphys actually gets kind of concerned for him.

i wonder if flowey spent the equivalent of whole days killing and reloading. killing and reloading. just to prove to himself that he could bring people back. just to prove to himself that no one had to die again. he controlled it all. no one could die. no one was allowed to die.

i wonder if that’s why he brought frisk back, every time he killed them. they were a playmate. they reminded him of an old friend. their courage, their strength, their determination… it all felt familiar. like if he just reached hard enough, it was them. even if it wasn’t… it was. he told himself it was entertainment. that they hadn’t learned the truth. that they needed to be put in their place before they could be absorbed.

he was lying.

even as he fought them, he knew they couldn’t be gone forever. with just a thought he could bring them back. he was the one in control. and the way blood coated their corpse, the way their body slumped and turned cold when they died, it felt the same as watching the light leave chara’s eyes. and every time he brought them back to life, it felt like he was bringing chara back, too, not just some human.

flowey could bring back the dead. but he had to bring back the dead. if he brought back enough, he could almost pretend it was chara he was resurrecting. and he couldn’t just leave someone dead. because that meant losing them all over again.

Fit them so well so I drew my sillies

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