Young Neil Is Aromantic And Accepting Of His Friends

a frantic drift towards nothing, biology doomed to an infinite recursive loop. teeth with teeth with teeth. take a bite.

(text taken from cruelty squad)

FINALLY

Marcy Marcille Marceline

Constantly thinking about the Heisenberg pride flag they sell at the Breaking Bad store/museum in Albuquerque

munch

and another poisonous plant

Young Neil is aromantic and accepting of his friends

soup reblogh mk2

happy autism awareness day (deltarune and silksong announcement)

point and hearts come out !

also goodmorning frog followers. i'm still on that amphibia pill. it's been 428 days but i havent forgotten about you

You were created by humans to protect. They died, so you continued to protect—protect everything they hold dear. You rest in the corners of hell that make mockeries of their holy places and tell yourself that you, you are the last bastion of everything they held dear. You are more than a machine, you fight like man—with honor—as you still bow before the thing that claims to be you. It fights like a dog, and you flee. You can't bring yourself to go back and see what has become of the temple.

You have a new purpose now. If it seeks to destroy, you will give it destruction. You use everything that humanity taught you to create, study the curvatures of their statues to weld together a new arm out of the remains of a sentry you mangled (what a worthless, worthless warmachine—knowing nothing but itself) resembling their own. You settle, once again, in a faux temple—this one of golden stone—and you wait.

It arrives. Of course it does. And you rend it apart. Piece by bloody piece. You take apart everything that you hate, hate, hate. It takes until your chest is dented in for the red haze in your vision to clear, to realize the scrap lining the floor is your own.

So you flee. Not in cowardice—you are not human enough for cowardice, you have always known this—but for the most mechanical thought of self-preservation. You flee and it follows, and some sinking feeling knows that the only thing the two of you feel is hunger.

You were never human, nor did you truly seek to protect anything but yourself. You will never know peace, for you were nothing more than a leftover of war.

It hardly matters. You were created by humans to die—and you die like the machine you are.

GO MY CRACKSHIP YURI

Based off them I think I may have a type...