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It's been like 5 days now i think I'm safe to post this. If i tainted your deltarune playthrough I'm genuinely sorry, play it anyway it's bangin. ALSO, filter out everything deltarune if you absolutely need to use the internet for anything.

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May or may not have started writing my first fanfic ironically yesterday and now I'm at 2500 words. Is this a common occurrence?

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put these bitches in a blender. and you get the extract of me.

:)

I need help but don't know how to ask for change in something i cant even fucking define. thats why i love characters, they only need to embody a fraction of the human experience, a fraction of the true emotional range to be convincing. to be real. i don't feel real, i feel like i'm wholly disconnected from reality. even when I find myself outside of this prison i call a house it still all feels like looking into a window into a world i was never a part of. i try to feel real by acting as some character thats easy for me to play. one people recognise. and i cant lie that i at times have wanted to play a different role, to be a different person. but to do that would be to subvert peoples expectations in a way that draws far too much attention to myself. and yet that attention is something i thrive on. why did how complex and stupid culture and life as a whole need to become clear to me? i was comfortable living in this fog of no past or future. all that matters, has ever mattered, and will ever matter is now. It's one of the only times i have full control over myself. but now so easily becomes the past. pleasure so easily gives way to pain. the curtains rise as quickly as they fall. and i'm given no choice but to keep up or be left behind by the rest of my cast. their characters care for me. but i may never know if their actors feel the same.

for now its back to the stage. let your truth become cloaked in a facade of your choosing as you leave your past to rot.

And maybe take notes or something because damn rambling me can write some damn good prose, like ok it's kinda emo and rambling but who gives a shit, that stuffs back in fashion anyway. At least it is for as long as I tell myself it is!

Vibes for Characters #3

Who Wear a Mask So Well, They’ve Forgotten Their Real Face

(The ones who are always what other people need and don’t know how to be anything else)

⛧ Mirrors the energy of whoever they’re talking to. You like jokes? They’re funny. You want quiet? They’re calm. You want deep? They’ve got metaphors. ⛧ Looks in the mirror and always thinks something feels… off. Like they’re wearing skin that isn’t quite theirs. ⛧ Doesn’t have favorite things, only the ones that make other people smile. ⛧ Says “no worries!” while bleeding out emotionally behind their back. ⛧ Knows exactly what to say to make someone feel seen, but has no idea how to ask for that in return. ⛧ When alone, they go silent. Like the absence of an audience erases the performance—and there’s nothing left. ⛧ Changes tone, style, even posture depending on who they’re with. ⛧ Has friends in every circle, but no one they call at 2am. ⛧ Desperately wants someone to look past the glitter and say: “You don’t have to do that. You’re allowed to just be.” ⛧ Tells stories like they’re happening to someone else. ⛧ Always “fine.” Always helpful. Always on. Until they’re not. ⛧ Has a dream version of themselves they only let exist in daydreams. Somewhere where they’re messy, soft, real and still loved.

Who Would Die for Everyone but Don’t Think Anyone Would Mourn Them

(aka the quiet martyrs, the ones who love big but feel forgettable)

⛧ Always offering to help. Always the one who stays behind to clean up. ⛧ Doesn't ask for favors—not because they don’t need them, but because they don’t believe they’re allowed to take up that kind of space. ⛧ When someone thanks them, they brush it off with “It was nothing.” ⛧ Treats their own pain like a footnote. (Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.) ⛧ You could compliment them, and they’d smile, but their eyes would still say Why are you being so nice to me? ⛧ Constantly afraid of being annoying, even when they’ve barely spoken. ⛧ Hides their breakdowns by being “the responsible one.” Always smiling, always functional, quietly unraveling. ⛧ Finds comfort in tasks. Dishes. Errands. Anything that gives them purpose. ⛧ Would take a bullet for you and apologize for bleeding on your shirt. ⛧ Thinks no one really knows them, but blames themselves for that. ⛧ Their phone background is a quote that hurts. (“You are enough” makes them cry a little in the dark.) ⛧ If someone did tell them they matter, they’d cry, and then probably never believe it again.

Who Are So Emotionally Numb, They Don’t Realize They’re Already Breaking

(For when burnout becomes a personality trait and disassociation is just Tuesday)

⛧ Says “I don’t care” a lot. Usually means “I can’t afford to.” ⛧ Lives in a weird fog, can’t remember what they had for lunch or what day it is, but somehow still functioning. ⛧ Never first to speak in a group. Often doesn’t speak at all unless directly asked something. ⛧ Laughs at the right times. Smiles when expected. You wouldn’t know anything was wrong unless you really looked. ⛧ Hasn’t cried in a long time. Not because they’re fine, because they forgot how. ⛧ Avoids mirrors. They don’t recognize the person looking back. ⛧ Can’t get excited about anything anymore, but keeps pretending like they can. ⛧ Keeps busy to outrun the numbness. Lists, routines, always moving. ⛧ Their sleep is either 12 hours or none at all. No in-between. ⛧ Gets caught staring at nothing, often. Blames it on “spacing out.” They’re not. ⛧ Doesn’t think about the future. The idea of hope is exhausting. ⛧ Still shows up. Still tries. That might be the most heartbreaking thing of all.

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the trollsona..............

they a little silly

Also holy shit

Don't stop because this is a great waste of time for me & great practice.

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slides him onto the table….…ur art is super neat btw….

according to all known laws of aviation, there is no way this troll should be able to fly. Their wings are too small to get their lanky body off the ground. The troll, of course, flies anyway. Because they don't care what humans think is impossible.

They also a bit of a goofy goober

(Im gonna be flip flopping between the most recent and earliest submissions so peeps just finding out about the post don't need to wait a stupid amount of time to be gotten to. Peeps trapped in middle ground limbo will get randomly chosen too so they aren't just stuck [you know, like the home])

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* ask me anything about monsters and I'll show you around New New Home! I'll be like your own personal tour guide and document our life here!

[You can now talk to: Frisk ]

[ASKS OPEN]

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here are mine

Rest assured that I'll get to drawing your troll at a later date. Im just taking a break because the submissions are like 3/4ths troll and 1/4 kid. in other news, open mouth chewer.

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UHHH I SAW THE HS COMMUNITY POST

could you draw my baby xylerr please? :>

thank you i love you youre awesome

Im assuming on the murderous part I'll be frank, but they're undeniably silly.

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you should draw my creature....

they a little confused, but they got the spirit.

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I know this stuff isn't my usual mo, and if it does come off in any way that I'm somehow making fun of or dishonouring this living tragedy then I'm genuinely sorry. But I do want to support people like this somehow, even though I don't have the means to do so monetarily. If any you guys do have the means; please support Abdelmajed and the many others caught in the middle of the shit show going on in Gaza.

War is fucking ugly and kills real people with real lives that never wanted any part in it.

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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unstoppable force (wanting to be the kindest version of myself) vs immovable object (all the anger and hatred I have inside myself)

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ENA-sona because self indulgence and cringe is radical as fuck

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i fucking need him so bad.

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whats this little motherfucker gotta say?

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i need this triangle shades motherfucker off my dash NOW

All fanart of dirk strider I see always is like

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I swear I get like 20 notes on my posts at the most, but the one day I decide to dirkpost it's fuckin

And this was in like a day.

it's still going as I'm writing this.

I'm worried

All fanart of dirk strider I see always is like

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All fanart of dirk strider I see always is like