Greetings. Chara Dreemurr fictive. Immortal ghost child. Will probably not possess you.Potential sexual content.Follows/interacts from @watercolormagicalgirl.
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i am playing uma musume . video game
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Capitalism killed the funny pizza hut building. Remember that.
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Technically I’m the one who made this, but we’re all excited about it!!
Look at her! Isn’t she amazing? =D
everyone look look look!! look at my oozer
look at her go!! she spin!!!!! waow!!!!
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more thoughts on chara and frisk as asriels college buddies in deltarune
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Are any of you fans of wendi ratbuchet's charisk college au bc you should be
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love the way you talk about frisk and chara btw in that like. my undertale file is "irrevocably" associated with my deadname, and although i would usually clear out the files to fix that, it feels really weirdly thematically resonant for me to keep it as is because the whole story is about a kid learning to be a new person without discarding all of the experiences that originally shaped them. by the end of pacifist, they assert themself as frisk, the person they are now, and yet the voice of the narrator continues to show the thoughts of chara, the person they used to be. those experiences will never go away – no mercy will always lead to a "flawed" pacifist run – but the past and future can coexist.
i feel like that serves as a reminder to me that even though i don't identify much with the identity i used to hold, and i don't necessarily even "like" the person i used to be, i don't need to rebel against that. i can just be who i am and hold those past experiences with me, being a bit gentle with myself as someone who's always changing, which is something that's really come to light for me with how you've been posting about chara!
THAT'S RIGHT!!!! this is what makes UNDERTALE so important to me, it's a game about growing into a new self but not discarding the old self, still looking out for your inner child... it's so important to hold on to all of yourself, not let any part of you be lost, even if they try really hard to make you want to abandon them. you have to care for yourself...
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>The year is 2053
>Be me, fictive
>It is 8:50 AM and I have not slept well
>Engrave own name onto share-a-coke can with needlessly fancy vending machine
>”We’re sorry, due to our content policy we would like to ask you not to use copyrighted content.”
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>Receive $700 fine for property damage
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The thing about growing up with undiagnosed autism is that you’re a bad kid. And you don’t know how to stop being a bad kid. But you’re pedantic, you hate hugs, you’d rather be alone than attend a family gathering, you play by yourself instead of with friends or family, you make mealtime impossible, you can’t even look your parents in the face, you lie to get out of going to school and when you’re there you complete your assignments correctly but in a way that is somehow inherently wrong. You’re wrong. There is something wrong with you and you can’t identify it or fix it. You can’t begin to explain it. You pull for justifications and apologies. You were a bad kid and there was nothing you could do to be better.
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The thing about growing up with undiagnosed autism is that you’re a bad kid. And you don’t know how to stop being a bad kid. But you’re pedantic, you hate hugs, you’d rather be alone than attend a family gathering, you play by yourself instead of with friends or family, you make mealtime impossible, you can’t even look your parents in the face, you lie to get out of going to school and when you’re there you complete your assignments correctly but in a way that is somehow inherently wrong. You’re wrong. There is something wrong with you and you can’t identify it or fix it. You can’t begin to explain it. You pull for justifications and apologies. You were a bad kid and there was nothing you could do to be better.
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The thing about growing up with undiagnosed autism is that you’re a bad kid. And you don’t know how to stop being a bad kid. But you’re pedantic, you hate hugs, you’d rather be alone than attend a family gathering, you play by yourself instead of with friends or family, you make mealtime impossible, you can’t even look your parents in the face, you lie to get out of going to school and when you’re there you complete your assignments correctly but in a way that is somehow inherently wrong. You’re wrong. There is something wrong with you and you can’t identify it or fix it. You can’t begin to explain it. You pull for justifications and apologies. You were a bad kid and there was nothing you could do to be better.
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The thing about growing up with undiagnosed autism is that you’re a bad kid. And you don’t know how to stop being a bad kid. But you’re pedantic, you hate hugs, you’d rather be alone than attend a family gathering, you play by yourself instead of with friends or family, you make mealtime impossible, you can’t even look your parents in the face, you lie to get out of going to school and when you’re there you complete your assignments correctly but in a way that is somehow inherently wrong. You’re wrong. There is something wrong with you and you can’t identify it or fix it. You can’t begin to explain it. You pull for justifications and apologies. You were a bad kid and there was nothing you could do to be better.
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