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paratise (pt. 2)

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You can’t tell me Frisk WOULDN’T have a field day trying to get these two together

(Audio: Game Grumps - Arin injures himself on some of the worst kitchen tools ever)

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superhero birthdays 🎂

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A castle frozen in time

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everyone asking who the Knight is and forget to ask how the knight is

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writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.

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let’s defy the prophecy together.

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Oh….

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Amazing. He's five years old and has never had a single thought in his entire life.

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i saw a comment on the official upload of hammer of justice from someone talking about how gerson had been their favorite undertale character for YEARS, and how happy they were that he was finally being appreciated. i'm happy for them, but i also cannot even begin to comprehend how insane things must be from their perspective.

imagine your favorite character from a game is a semi-obscure glup shitto type that has some interesting lore tidbits, but not enough for people to talk about him at length compared to more popular characters. he says some cool stuff and is involved in one of the main characters' backstory, but that's about it.

then a spiritual successor slash sequel slash Thing comes out that takes place in some sort of alternate timeline, and your favorite character is dead in it. there's some info about him scattered throughout the first three chapters, but that's it. damn. that sucks.

then all of the sudden, out of nowhere, chapter four comes out. not only does your favorite character appear again, but he is not only INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT to the chapter's story, but is also THE CHAPTER'S SECRET BOSS. your glup shitto is now a JEVIL AND SPAMTON TIER CHARACTER. not only are people finally talking about him, they're hyping him up to be the single strongest character in the game, which considering the fact that he helps you take out a TITAN, isn't even that absurd of a concept. "I'M OLD!" has effectively become chapter four's "Kris Get The Banana". it is very likely that there has been more art of gerson boom drawn in the month since chapter four's release than there has been for as long as undertale has existed. in the span of 24 hours, your random, kind of obscure favorite guy has not only become EXTREMELY popular, but is being worshiped like a living legend. which is really funny because he's still technically dead.

imagine being that guy. i wouldn't know what to do with myself. i may have encountered the single most vindicated person in human history.

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characters raised to be tools

Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential

Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all

Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done

Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?

Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.

Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart

Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.

Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?

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“labubu” sounds like a word your auntie would use with your baby cousin to mean “vulva”

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Heavy rain warning

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outing myself as the worlds first shuttah fan

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look what they did to four 😨

they juiced him...