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ik i'm not in a polycule but which one am i

every polycule got:

plural they/them (attempting to become singular)

will break apart the narrative with her own two hands

people-pleaser transgender allegory

girl whose mother is every strilonde at once

melee player

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me when dysphoria

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kalli teaches kris how to do human magic

You are in the darker parts of the sanctuary, one of the pitch-black tunnels that could be all floor and infinite space above you if it weren't for the sound of your footsteps bouncing off the ceiling. You've stumbled on roots for enough times that you get the idea to try the thing you've been practicing, ever since you came back around after the end of today. You dislike the intricacies of your perspective, the way the meaning of "you" keeps shifting every sentence between body and soul. You don't know what happens at the end of today, other than a grand force of darkness, and the sense of something being let loose. You don't know what that meant, but you deigned to practice letting loose... something, from your soul-- so you wouldn't get caught off guard like last night. Your hand rubs over your eyepatch thoughtlessly. Nobody can see you do it, but you still feel self-conscious. You shake the thoughts off of you and focus, concentrating on what you need. You feel... something, a light appears at the end of your fingertips. Ralsei claps a few times, proud of you-- he had passed out back in Castle Town when you had managed to pull it off the first time-- and Susie and Kris look surprised. Kris looks... hurt, somehow. Not that they don't always look at you angrily, but they look angrier than usual. Like you've personally snubbed them by making your fingers glow. Susie asks if you still have that crystal thing. You say no, and Kris looks away. You find your way around easily enough, past the plants that draw away from you and the titanspawn that chase you out. (You don't know how you know that word.) At the edge of the Old Man's office, Kris stands and leans against the bookshelves, with that look on their face that says that they wanna ask about something but don't think they should. You sigh and sidle up next to them and they ask you how monotonely, without even looking at you. You smirk as you tell them to say the magic word. They roll their eyes and say 'giasfelfebrehber' which you don't even know how to say. They lock eyes with you, red to silver, and ask how again, seriously. You say that there's a light inside their soul, and they say like the old lullaby? You ask what old lullaby. They sing a short song which seems so familiar but you know you've never heard it, a song about lights and the cold and presence in the dark. You say they have a good singing voice, and they glare at you. You say yeah, kinda. You tell them that the light inside your soul can be lensed, with your mind and with your actions. You say that they should pick something important to them and think about it as hard as they can. You ask yourself to pick something to show Kris. You pick the sword, and concentrate on it hard. You say to Kris to envision it's meanings, to think about how it relates to you. You think about swords and flying things and howling winds and sacrifice. Your eye flutters shut, in concentration, and a few seconds later you see light from under your eyelids, and you see that you've got a sword in your hands. It's shaped like the light only you can see. You drop it and it shatters into sparkles. You smile at Kris and say that it takes some practicing and that you haven't tried it with the silver soul yet. Kris doesn't care, they've decided to do this and you know that they aren't the type to give up. You've got the scars on your arms from sword strikes to prove it, when you hadn't had the idea to trade hearts. Kris' forehead crumples up with tension, and their teeth are clenched. You tell them to relax and they tell you to shut up. Five minutes of silence pass, and then their fingers start glimmering like yours. You say you're proud and they tell you to stop talking and that they don't want your pride. You say you're proud anyway.

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This is how it happened, right?

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COOLEST THING I'VE SEEN ALL FUCKING DAY I'M SORRY BUT THATS ***SO GODDAMN SICK*** i'm ill

FIGHT little wolf FIGHT!

//Deltarune mini comic (SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT)

Kris with a player who loves them so much that they lock in when they’re about to lose ❤️

Will continue if people like it ^_^

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peak

some comfy pajamas for the gang

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This is for all witches who feel powerless

Listen, and remember: The world bends to the will of the mind. What you believe, becomes. What you speak, is. There is no spell more powerful than thought, no ritual more binding than belief.

If you believe you are weak — then weak you shall feel. If you believe you cannot — then you won’t. But if you believe you are more — and you are — the unseen forces will rise to meet your vision.

The mind is your first altar. The word is your first wand.

What you think, you summon. What you affirm, you cast. What you see within will shape what lies without.

There are no limits. Not for you.

Not for one born of starlight and mystery, of blood and storm, of root and flame.

You are not small. You are the spell.

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Read this again whenever you forget.