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mrswagtastic · 7 months

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can you explain what about outliars reminds you of cartman? i enjoy south park but ive not seen enough of it to understand that post lol

Sorry for such a late rely but of course I'd love to!! To me atleast alot of the lyrics really remind me of and match his character, so I'll go through some here:

- "Did you know that the hole in the apple didn't come from the outside in? It was eaten from the core and out to the skin and that's why you'll never find the worm in it" - this one makes me think about how alot of the reasons Cartman is the way he is is because of his family, such as his mom being an enabler for his bad behaviour and self-centered attitudes, or the rest of his family just being AWFUL like dude didn't have much hope from the start. It could also symbolise how on the outside, Cartman can play an innocent kid act to get his way if wanted, and so it's harder to see him for he truly is.

- "Well this disease is defined by its treatment You people make me sick" - Cartmans just genuine hatred for pretty much everyone around him and how he constantly blames others instead of taking responsibility for what he's done

- Why's you come into this world Or come out that way? - Cartmans narrow view on the human experience and how he's unable to understand perspectives or people different than himself, such as him hating other races or cultures. I imagine him saying this to someone lol

- "I am the shadows cast aside by gallows And you, the red-hot sky" - Cartman is a very yknow shady guy and is usually told by others to go away or excluded, such as when they all ignored him after he ate the chicken skin, and the red-hot sky is Kyle because well he's Kyle

- "And if you're believers, then why Would you grieve for the dead Instead of a devil that you never prayed for?" - reminds me of how the other boys complain about Cartman being awful, yet its shown that in post covid he gets better because he left them, showing that they make him worse and are the ones causing said issue here.

- "You've become immune to my toxic fumes, my Dose-dependent presence in your life" - how the other boys have all become somewhat used to Cartman by now, that his toxicity is pretty normal for them and so they're just not surprised anymore, almost tired of him, and so usually able to wuickly shut down or refuse his tactics when he tried to get them all involved in a scheme.

- "Too weird to love, too scared to die" - Cartmans too awful of a person to ever truly be loved, and despite trying to act scary he is quite weak in reality, as shown with how easily he gets injured and starts sobbing when given a light tap

- "Horrified at the sight of my reflection in your eyes" - this makes me think of moments that other characters have acted or been called Cartman-esque, such as Kyle when he joined the cracks baby athletics association and kept trying to justify it, or Heidi after she'd turned into basically the girl version of Cartman.

- "Who'd want to belong to anyone? I mean, what do people even do?" - this line makes me think of how when Cartman git an akexa, he started falling out of love with Heidi, since his desire to have control and love was nor being fulfilled by a machine, and he didn't need her anymore

- "I doubt that you would Even if you could change" - Cartman is seen as. A lazy irredeemable monster that's unable to change, and especially I the new post-covid timeline, he peibably never will even if given the chance now

I hope this has helped you to understand my vision!! Obviously you don't have to agree with this it's simply my own interpretation and a product of having both a South Park special interest and a Will Wood special interest at the same time lmao. Honestly even just the music itself feels very like Cartman to me, something that starts off quite innocent but as it goes on you see more and more of those dark undertones, and it could be seen as quite comedic yet villainous music if that makes sense? Heck even the title of the song reminds me of him because of Cartmans often hypocritical and deceitful nature lol. Anyways hope this helped! Sorry if it's confusing I'm awful at explaining my thoughts so lemme know if you need any clarification on anything!!

#this was so fun to do thank you anon #spreading my south park will wood agenda #ask #south park #southpark #sp #cartman south park #sp cartman #cartman sp #south park cartman #eric cartman #eric south park #will wood

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blackwoolncrown · 1 year

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Will you talk a little bit abt your process moving to a new country? Not like the laws and stuff, just like how it happened… I have the means to do it too but I’m really scared about selling all my stuff and leaving my house and everything. I love your blog, thank you in advance! 💛 ✨💛💛💗💗🌙🌙✨🌼🌼

Aw, thanks!

Okay ummm

Apart from the procedural process, the shift has been fairly easy for me. Well NOW though- the mental and emotional leadup to doing it was HUGE and took many months. I teach manifestation so I definitely spent all the time ahead of it using those kinds of techniques and keeping my mind really centered.

As I've mentioned before I had a relocation specialist so having meetings w her about the process gave me a lot of confidence and then ofc I made a short trip to my target country to meet w her and get a tour which was like microdosing the experience itself.

The few weeks right before were the hardest bc I was under a sudden and unexpected time crunch and it was really heavy having to pack my life up, get rid of things and prep without really a lot of time to grieve or anything. Then I had to make the first leg of my journey out, alone, and even once I had help from a friend who joined me the whole thing was really stressful and intense and I was just like kind of emotionally 'locked in' and in survival mode for a few more weeks.

But, after that I was able to rest and start to readjust and that part was honestly easy. it can get tiresome not knowing or not being fluent in another language- when I first got there I basically always picked up a pizza I could order online or just shopped at the grocery store to avoid having frustrating interactions.

But I also had a language teacher and my partner and his family and that really helped me acclimate. I honestly don't get homesick; I did not like living in the US it was such a place of violence stress and trauma. Nice to visit my friends but I'm happy to be here and every week I get better at talking to people. The only thing I miss are certain foods bc central FL is very caribbean and asian and where I'm at rn lacks a lot of those flavors. It's hard to find good canned coconut milk.

I left my home, my friends, my food, my language, my birthplace, my whole life. ANd I'd do it again.

My life has more time in it now, I'm not as stressed and rushed. It was a huge hurdle but like I told my partner- I ran away from home a few days before 18 so this is not the first time I've jumped a wall like this in order to be safe and free.

10/10 highly recommended, I wish you all the best in your journey too.

If there's anything I can say advice wise it's this:

A) You feel attached to your stuff now but the attachment or the grief of its loss is temporary. Now I'm not one of those who says 'get rid of everything!' bc if something is really core to your routine just know that SOME items are very hard to replace in another country. But the pain of loss is temporary in most instances.

B) Some of the stuff we have and love living in The Imperial West we love bc it soothes the ache we feel from living here. Remove the ache, and the need for the soothing is gone, too.

It's not that bad. Generally the gain is greater than any losses just make sure you've done your research.

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wreywrites · 11 months

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Tiger Shark

Part 7: The Sail

Chapter 38

Cecelia is in the shower. She lives with us now. I think. Actually, she and I live with Finnick, and Alvan and Gloss live with Cashmere. The shuffle has been shuffled. Not like it really matters. Nothing matters.

That’s not true. Things matter.

The fact that Finnick is here matters. The fact that Cecelia and Cashmere and Johanna and Peeta are here matters. It matters that Johanna is getting better and that Katniss is in Two helping win the war and that the propos really are helping all of us grieve properly.

But it doesn’t matter that people are starting to stare at Alvan and Cashmere. It does matter that he can get her to laugh when the rest of us can barely get her to talk. It doesn’t matter how they found each other, only that they did, despite the odds, and despite how funny it looks to see Cashmere, who is almost as tall as me and acts my age, smiling at Alvan like he’s the world, and Alvan, who is at least eight inches shorter than her and acts like he’s older than Haymitch, staring at her adoringly. It doesn’t matter that District One’s golden girl needs a cowboy from District Ten to talk her down in the middle of the night. It only matters that they do, in fact, have each other.

And it is very funny to watch Gloss experience it as a crisis, torn between being happy that his sister has some semblance of something normal and happy, and being sad that no matter what he did, it wasn’t enough. But he’s become such good friends with Alvan since the three of us came to Thirteen that he eventually does decide this is all for the best and is nothing but happy for them. Though he insists on continuing to sleep in 2110, to keep them from doing anything “untoward.”

As if Alvan is even capable of that.

So Cecelia lives with us. Mostly because she needs a bottom bunk. Her leg is taking its time healing. It was broken in multiple places, and the doctors here had to do some major surgery to get it even close to right.

But right now she is in the shower, and Finnick is telling me about the one time Beck let him borrow his boat and why he was never allowed to take it out alone again.

I am almost asleep. But something, I’m not sure what, reminds of talking with Augustus and Megary, on that day that feels so long ago, a lifetime ago, not a few short years. I roll my head over to look at Finnick. “Did the Capitol tell you you couldn’t get married?”

“Several times.” He rolls onto his side, smiling, so we are face to face. “But they don’t own me anymore.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

We tell Johanna first. The next morning, when everyone else is down in Special Weaponry blowing off some steam, Finnick and I visit her in the hospital.

She’s looking better. Still outrageously skinny, but starting to fill in a little, and her hair has started to grow back, and her eyes have that fire again. She grins when we tell her we’re getting married. “Good. That’ll stick it to Snow. See his victors disobeying direct orders and being happy and not being his anymore, and there’s nothing he can do.”

None of those things were my motivation, but I can’t argue with her logic. Those are just nice bonuses.

We catch everyone else down in Special Weaponry. I can honestly say it’s the first time I have seen all of us genuinely happy in… maybe since I’ve known them. There is no Capitol breathing down our necks here. No Snow with his lists, telling us to play nice or else. I may hate pretty much everything about Thirteen, but it has finally given us a kind of freedom that was unimaginable after I became a victor.

I want to tell Posy too, but I suspect telling her will then prevent us from being able to break the news to anyone else ourselves. She’ll be so excited that all of Thirteen will know by bedtime. So Finnick and I make the weird choice to tell Plutarch and Fulvia next.

Plutarch is ecstatic. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it!” he says to Fulvia, who is already scribbling madly on her notepad.

“I do,” Finnick mutters out of the corner of his mouth.

I snort.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

True to form, Posy shrieks when we tell her at supper that night.

Finnick’s hand clenches mine and he hauls in a too-sharp breath, but then Posy leaps from her chair to hug both of us and he evens out.

“I’m safe,” I whisper.

He nods.

Posy runs laps around the table, whooping.

She still hasn’t eaten a bite when the rest of us are finished, so Hazelle finally makes her sit down as we leave.

I hold Alvan back in the hallway as everyone else starts the nightly room shuffle.

“Somethin’ botherin’ ya?”

“No. Well… a little… maybe?” I frown. “I wanted to ask you… I don’t know how you do weddings in Ten, but in Four…” It hits me. It really hits me. I suck in a shaky breath, blinking back a tear. The words tumble out. “My dad’s not here.” It’s not that he isn’t here, it’s that I don’t even know if he’s still alive. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. They just drew my name for the Quarter Quell and ran me on the train. And I don’t even remember that last part.

Alvan looks both very sad and very happy, but says nothing.

“Will- will you walk me down the aisle?”

He nods and smiles. “’Course I will.”

“I promise I won’t wear heels,” I say, trying to force myself to laugh because if I don’t I’ll cry.

Alvan takes my hands. “Annie, wear whatever ya want.” His smile broadens. “You’re gettin’ a day most of us don’t bother to dream about.”

Alvan has hit the nail on the head.

It didn’t occur to me until he said it, and even then it doesn’t sink in until I am almost asleep, and then I laugh so hard I can’t even explain myself to Finnick, just wheeze and giggle.

Finnick has no suit. I have no dress. And the only fabric to be found in Thirteen is the gray stuff that everything is made out of.

The next day, during a literal wedding planning meeting in Command, Coin says this will be fine. Plutarch says this wedding will be televised, and under no circumstances will he dress us in anything but the best. He has no idea where to get “the best,” but he assures us he will make something happen.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

It is actually Katniss who solves our problem one afternoon. She has been deemed well enough to leave the hospital after getting shot in District Two. We are sitting in Special Weaponry, watching Gloss throw knives.

“There are dresses in Twelve,” she says quietly, not looking at me. “Lots of them. They were mine, so you might have to make some alterations, but… you’re welcome to use them.”

“Are- are you sure?” I ask. I heard about what happened to her stylist, and I know she liked him a lot more than I liked Marius, though I have to admit, he maybe wasn’t the worst. It was his idea to put us all in our crowns for the interviews. And he did make me look perfect on every occasion. Maybe I don’t dislike Marius. The idea confuses me, even more so when I realize I have no idea what happened to Marius after we got out of the arena. I’ll just add him to the list of mysteries. Him and my crown.

“Yeah,” she says, yanking me out of my wonderings. She turns to look at me, dangerously close to smiling. “Yeah, I’m sure. Can’t have you wearing this horrible stuff on the happiest day of your life.” She picks at her gray shirt.

“Thank you.”

Then she waves Finnick over and tells him her idea. “Peeta has suits, too. I’m sure you could use one. He won’t- he wouldn’t have…” She trails off.

Finnick nods. We both know what she means, what she can’t quite bring herself to say. Instead we thank her, then the three of us go looking for Plutarch to tell him the good news.

We find him in the control room, talking to Beetee and Haymitch.

He snaps his fingers, eyes lighting up. Fulvia is already scribbling furiously.

“Yes! Katniss, it’s perfect! And with a little work from our favorite style team, we’ll have the best-dressed bride and groom in Thirteen!”

We all glance around at each other, wondering who will be the first to say it.

Unsurprisingly, it is Haymitch. “I don’t think that’ll be hard.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

We have to wait a few days for a flight to Twelve to get cleared, planned, and assigned a security team. In the meantime, we go back to making the propos.

There’s one we haven’t done yet. One she’s never brought up. And it’s horrible, but I hope she forgets. I hope they all forget. I almost hope I forget. I hope Fulvia’s list is somehow missing this one name, because I can’t do it again.

I can’t.

And then after lunch there is a lull. They have been talking about the kids from two years before me, so I haven’t been any help at all.

Like she always does, Fulvia lets us sit in silence for a while after we seem to be done. She says we need a chance to grieve. She’s right. Talking like this helps. It hurts, but it helps.

I fade out less. Cashmere talks more. Not much, but more. Sometimes Alvan does impressions just for fun and by request.

Fulvia gives us our grief pause, then she takes a deep breath and glances at Finnick and me. “I want to talk about Mako,” she says.

“Take it from my rescue day footage.” I shrink down in my chair. Now I can hear it. The cold slice of metal, the thump, the thunder of the stampede…

Nobody questions my request. They are all watching Finnick. I wonder what we look like from the outside. Cecelia takes my hand.

Finnick is quiet for a long time, staring off into the distance. It’s like he’s forgotten the rest of us are here as he drifts through his memories.

“Mako?” He speaks quietly, looking through the far wall like he can see all the way home. “They’re always hard to lose. Not because I want to win, but because they’re kids. They’re somebody’s kid, somebody’s brother or sister, somebody’s…” His face is expressionless, lost. “I picked her from the beginning. I knew she could win and I knew he’d have to die for that and I- I didn’t think this would happen. It’s been five years now and I fall asleep next to her every night and wake up next to her every morning and I… I feel like I stole her.” His voice is barely a whisper. “Mako Silther was one of our best, and I had to let him die. I owe him the world and then some.” He stands up, breaking the trance, making us all jump. “We all do. My little sharks walked so Katniss and Peeta could run. And the sharks walked because they remembered Alvan and Cally. And on and on and on it goes, back to the beginning! And if we don’t win, it’ll go on and on and on forever!”

He's out of the room before anyone really knows what’s happening.

I lurch out of my chair after him.

He didn’t get far.

I sit down next to him in the hallway. “You’re not good at hiding, are you?”

“Not like you.”

“Well that’s not fair,” I lean my shoulder against his. “You can’t compare yourself to someone who won by hiding. That’s like saying you’re not good at throwing axes because Johanna’s in the room.”

He frowns at the opposite wall.

“You didn’t steal me.”

“That’s not how it feels.”

“Finnick…” I take a deep breath. “It wasn’t your fault. The Capitol did it. All of it. You couldn’t get us both out. That’s how it works.”

“Shouldn’t be.”

“Well it was.”

He finally turns to look at me. Maybe that came out a little harsh.

“I don’t blame you. I never have. I thought you knew that. You didn’t kill Mako, and I promise you didn’t steal me. You snuck up on me, but you didn’t steal me. I picked you too, Odair. Remember that.”

He chews the inside of his lip. “Why?”

“Because I found out what the real Finnick Odair is like. He is caring, and funny, and a good cook, and a terrible liar, and a very normal person who has somehow managed to be bullied by every kind of marine wildlife there is. And he would never steal someone’s girl.”

Finnick slumps against my shoulder. “I think you see a little too much good there.”

“I promise, if I thought you’d done all this on purpose, I would have left you for Gloss. You’ll notice I am still here. I’m staying with you, because you stayed with me.”

That night he doesn’t tell me stories about being bullied by marine wildlife. He talks about the house he wants to build. He doesn’t want to live in Victor’s Village anymore, and I don’t blame him—I wouldn’t, if Dad wasn’t there. Finnick has a spot all picked out for the house, right on the beach up by the Traps. He knows who owns the land and he’s been working on them for almost three years now. He doesn’t say who it is, but it must be someone in the Capitol. People in Four have money, but no one has that kind of money.

He talks and talks and talks, and for once, I stay awake for a long time. I can’t help it. I’m even tired, but listening to him explain exactly how he wants the kitchen organized and why he wants the upstairs layout the way he does and where he wants to hang all my drawings of that stray cat from down by the pier is so enthralling that before long it is well after midnight and we are still laying awake, talking about this house that neither of us have any of the skills to build or the land on which to build it, this house that we will make spicy shrimp rolls in, have big New Year’s parties in, dance in, laugh in, learn to make cream cheese rolls in, read books in, raise our children in. This house that will get us through the rebellion.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Katniss’s prep team and a handful of guards go with us to Twelve. Katniss and I have spent enough time together since first getting to Thirteen that we could almost call each other a friend, I think. And she knows how my mind works. Or doesn’t, depending on the day. So she starts talking as soon as we board the hovercraft even though I can tell she doesn’t love it. She tells me inconsequential stories about her sister and about hunting in the woods outside Twelve. After a while she gets quiet, then asks, “What’s Four like?”

I smile. And I tell her. And like my rescue day interview, I get carried away with the memories, but in a good way. I tell her everything I can think of, and soon I’m not talking about Four, I’m talking about my dad and Jade and Coral and Mags and Beck and even Mako.

Fulvia is right. Talking does help us grieve and heal. And Finnick was right, a few days ago, when he frowned, a confused but pleased frown, and said, “You’re better. You’re a lot better.”

The soldiers from Thirteen do a full sweep of the area before letting us off the hovercraft, and even then, they don’t go far away.

I follow Katniss into her house. I know I would want space if it was me leading her into my old house.

She leads me into her upstairs study. It’s in the same spot as mine, except hers is full of clothes rather than drawings.

We start going through the dresses. Katniss discounts some immediately. One reminds her too much of Cinna, she says. Another is her favorite, and selfishly, she just doesn’t want to share. I understand that. We also pass all the dark-colored ones. There is too much in Thirteen that is dark and drab. We need something bright, colorful, something fit for a wedding. I try on a few, but it is when Katniss pulls a long green dress out from the back of a closet in the third spare bedroom that I know we can quit looking. I say “long” because it must have been long on her, but when I put it on, it hangs just below my knees. Which I like.

I smile at Katniss. “This one.”

She smiles back, nodding.

On the way home, having retrieved what her prep team called “the perfect suit” for Finnick, Katniss and I talk like normal people our age might talk. We talk about our favorite foods, our favorite colors, our favorite childhood memories. She tells me about deer and I tell her about dolphins.

And then she talks about being the Girl Who Was On Fire and I talk about being the Tiger Shark of Four.

Yes, Katniss and I would have been friends, chatting and laughing and eating carrot cake and making fun of Augustus if only the Quarter Quell hadn’t pitted the victors against each other.

But Katniss and I are friends now, talking and smiling and rolling our eyes at Plutarch’s need for a Capitol wedding celebration and Coin’s determination that no fun will be had.

For a long time, I wondered about Katniss. Wondered if she was acting, if she was a rebel or if she was just what I would have been if I had only had a way to keep Mako alive and make them let us both win, if she was desperate or in love or just a scared kid like the rest of us. Now I know.

Katniss is like me.

We could change places so easily.

If I had been born in Twelve, to poverty and starvation and a need to escape to the woods for my very survival, I would have won. They would have called me the girl who was on fire and I would have fallen in love with the boy with the bread. And I would have broken when the Capitol took him away. I would have never come back.

If she had been born in Four, to money and food and my father’s fishing business, she would have won. They would have called her a shark and she would have mourned Mako Silther without end. And she would have walked herself off the pier when she came back.

The girl who was on fire would have smothered her own flames, drowned her feathers in salt water.

In another life, Katniss is the shark, and I am the bird.

In that life, neither of us would make it far.

I would have done anything, up to and including turning myself over to the Capitol, for the hope of getting Mako back after we both survived two stints in the arena.

Katniss would have laid down and died after losing Peeta in the arena.

But not in this one. In this world, we are two girls who have lost too much, clinging to what little is left. We are neither of us equipped to deal with the other’s grief.

I doubt Katniss knows any of this. I still don’t think Katniss knows how much she loves Peeta. Everyone with eyes can tell. Everyone but Katniss. And now she doesn’t even have Peeta. But she’s still going on, pushing through, staying as strong as she knows how.

And that I couldn’t do. If I was their mockingjay and the Capitol sent Finnick back trying to murder me, I’d find the tallest stairwell and I’d jump.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Finnick involves himself deeply in the wedding planning. He and Plutarch have finally found something they wholeheartedly agree on: this wedding will not be a District Thirteen wedding. This will be a District Four wedding. At least, as close to it as we can get.

The only musician anyone can find is a man who managed to escape Twelve with his fiddle. He comes in and plays a few songs for us one day, and I am sold. “Perfect, it’ll be perfect. Thank you!”

Plutarch bullies President Coin into letting us (him) invite three hundred people: everyone who we want to be there, and then the rest drawn reaping-style to insure fairness. Though when he produces the guest list, I can’t help but notice it heavily favors the District Twelve refugees. Fine by me. I made sure to include all of them I could name on my invite list anyway.

Plutarch also bullies Coin into letting us have a real wedding supper, complete with cake for dessert, though still no alcohol. I’m a little disappointed by the stipulation, but cake is what matters.

We recruit all the willing children we can find, which is all of them we ask, to learn the Wedding Song. Thankfully, Fulvia knows it, because I can’t imagine Finnick teaching anyone how to sing, and I’m not much better. I don’t know how Fulvia knows the Wedding Song, but she’s a pretty decent singer, so I don’t question it.

I catch myself wishing Augustus and Megary could have been here too. They probably would have gotten married on about day two of living here. Broken the ice for the rest of us. Told Gloss he was being stupid thinking that Cashmere wouldn’t have the time of day for him anymore. Told Alvan it was perfectly acceptable for the poor districts to marry up, though Augustus would have insisted he was the one marrying up, not the grain farmer from Nine. Told me I would have to spell it out for Finnick that I didn’t blame him. Told Finnick I was telling the truth when I said I didn’t blame him. Told Johanna it gets better.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

“Got cold feet yet?” Finnick asks.

“Not a chance. You?” I say through the toothbrush.

He grins from the bed. “I have been waiting for three years for this. I’m not about to back out now.”

“Three years?” I spit into the sink. “I can’t match that.”

“You don’t have to. As long as you love me.”

I crawl into bed next to him. “I will never not love you.”

“Even when I have gray hair?”

“Even when you have gray hair.”

“Even when I look like a wrinkly old moray?”

“Ew, no, not then.”

Finnick laughs. “Good to know you draw the line somewhere.”

“You two are adorable,” Cecelia mumbles from her bed.

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edalynn · 2 years

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I’m just done with this show. Willow finally gets to express her negative emotions and break down and then they literally use her breakdowns as hl fuel and use it to push her into a relationship, not to mention while Hunter is still in mourning. I’m tired of “love heals all” tropes. I’m just dropping the show. Not watching the rest. Dana has lost my faith and my favor.

I totally understand. I'm extremely disappointed with the nose dive in writing. I know they were probably stressed from the whole season/show being shortened, but come on. I know you can do better than some half-baked romance that one side of hasn't shown any interest in up until this point suddenly. I haven't watched yet, but I heard that it was in response to Willow finally expressing her emotions. Which is even fucking worse imo. It's telling the fans that Willow's feelings and emotions as a character don't matter unless she is in a romantic relationship with the main pretty white boy. It's telling kids watching the relationships fix all :-))) and that you're only worthy of your emotions being considered if someone finds you attractive and you're in a relationship with them. It's disgusting. Hands down its fucking disgusting and I despise the entire crew AND Dana for allowing that to happen. I thought it would be Hunter that was "healed by a relationship" that was the concerns, but apparently it was fucking both of them. Instead of it being bad enough with it only magically "fixing" Hunter, they dragged BOTH characters down with them. They made all of that loss and trauma Hunter just experienced- and should be grieving for instead of chasing after some girl- an entirely moot point. Oh, Flapjack died? That doesn't matter. Here's a boring relationship with a boring girlfriend to fix it :) all better now. The fact that this is the writers' response to putting Hunter through all the trauma. That this is his fucking consolation prize as a character to become so blandly written and 2 dimensional. It's fucking unacceptable honestly. They made Hunter kill his best friend by his own hand and then IMMEDIATELY shove him into a relationship with him not seeming to care at all the Flapjack is dead now. I haven't seen the ep, so I'm sure it comes up, but either way. There is no excuse for this. I really, really don't blame you for dropping the show. I wish I could, but I'm too invested in the other characters to drop it completely.

Additionally, something my partner suggested last night was that any of us with major complaints like this, should write to them if we're able. To Dana specifically. Tell her how hurt and disappointed we are and how the show has lost a huge chunk of meaningfulness to it from how they treated and discarded to of the main characters for shipping fodder out of the blue. Tell her how the message they've sent by doing this is harmful and disheartening and how the writing has entirely fallen flat just to pull a pair the spares. I'd have way more to add obviously, but you get the gist.

#taako talks #toh spoilers #toh leaks

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askaborderline · 2 years

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I had an abusive ex-friend end our friendship abruptly about a month and a half ago. Six weeks later, I’m tired of dealing with triggers she’s given me as well as “bad moments” (like thinking about something awful she did and feeling bad about it). These moments make me feel as though she’s still “taking” from me even though she isn’t in my life anymore. I’d like to “reclaim” my time/thoughts/feelings/etc. so that it no longer feels as though she’s “taking” from me. Do you have any advice? -🎀❤️‍🩹 (using a sign off because memory issues 🥲)

Hey anon,

I definitely relate with everything you've said... really does feel like all the shitty people in my life continue to tear away at my mental health even when they've been gone for years. It's not something that ever really fully goes away, but it becomes manageable, it just takes times. I think the best thing you can do right now is move on and find better, healthier relationships - easier said than done, I know, but having something healthier to compare the past to is what helped me the most to stop sitting and sulking about the past all the time.

Find some new hobbies, also? Do something creative? Double down on something you enjoy? Find some fun way to distract yourself, something by yourself most importantly, so you're not relying on other people to keep it "happy".

I don't have a lot of solid advice bc honestly it's a grieving process and healing from trauma takes its time for neurotypicals, much less borderlines, but it WILL ease off over time and you WILL be able to live without her, that I can promise.

I hope everything goes well for you.

#mod jane #aab

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dorksideoftheforce · 8 months

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I realize how overwhelming that must have been and so I unsaved, not deleted, it but not because I took it back but because I didn’t want to overwhelm you and it just so happened that the leaf broach got there the next day after I messaged you, it wasn’t suppose to come until the 7th but it came early and I had to tell you about it because you are always gonna be with me. I remember for Valentine’s Day, the only Valentine’s Day I’ve ever spent with anybody and the only valentine I have ever had besides my dog, because I got to keep Leia and found out on Valentine’s Day…I remember you held my hands when the waitress called me ma’am and that shit gutted me and you saw my face and held my hands and squeezed them and I’ve never lost that feeling when something has come up that really made me want to leave my body…I hold my own hand now but I remember you and if grieving you is all I’ll ever be able to do now that you are gone then I’m happy to be able to carry you and those memories that helped me make it through. I’d still show up for you because in my heart, you will always have a friend in me. You really are gone and like you said, there’s a new world now and it sucks without you being here because I so, so love you and I care about you and I feel alone in this world…like I got dropped in the middle of the ocean and I am just floating out in the middle of nowhere. But you wanna know something that I can’t shake…something that makes all of this bearable in a way where I just start to cry? I feel like this is happening so you keep me safe, in a way. Like you don’t want me to be hurt too so it’s like it’s better that things happen this way and you go off to heal in the best way you can and let me go so I can figure my shit out too because it’s truly so painful how healing can hurt people we love but it’s important that we heal away from each other because the last thing either of us wants to do is hurt each other. That’s what I feel in my heart and I can’t help but to cry. I might be hurt but I’m not mad or angry at you. I feel like I understand and I want to, you know. I want to and be here for you and love you up close and support you and everything and if all I’ll ever be able to do is do that from a distance then you got it. I hope you know this. I would be honored to be your friend and you are a hero to me and I’m also grateful and like okay…All these things are happening and I’m here for it but I miss you and being able to talk to you. Knowing that you were somewhere out there in the world gave me this level of peace that I can’t help now but to bawl my eyes out as I even type this out and think about it. Knowing you were out there gave me peace. Like it didn’t matter how fucking awful things were, I would see you and just thank God so much. I always hope you are out there and you just keep taking good care of yourself out there too. That the people you love are loving you and taking care of you too. Valuing you. Respecting you. Holding you close without any other intentions for as long as you need. I know I won’t feel this bad forever… I know that with time, the grief I feel will be more like a friend that wraps its arms around me like a hug instead of a ghost that goes in through my mouth, consumes every fiber of my being and explodes into little pieces. I really did need God after everything that happened. I couldn’t do it on my own and now that you are gone too, I need God more than I honestly needed him then because I am not okay. I am holding on and pushing through, every single day. I am not okay and I’m just gonna have to live with feeling that way for now until I’m okay again. I guess that’s how it all works, huh? I’m okay with that. Thank you for all the love and care that you ever gave me.

#Amanda

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bubsub69 · 10 months

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21/11/2023 00:01 Well, I guess its official now… alone again… or im gonna be her ocasional booty call, which i guess isnt bad, i just have to manage my expectations with her, have a purely sexual non romantic relationship…

I honestly took it better than i thought it would, i dont know if i remembered to mention it but on the day i made the booty call realization and i was running late to school i got angry at traffic as per usual, and after straight up screaming at a dumbass driver in the middle of the road i started crying really hard in my car, and i guess i got all of my sadness out at that point, which i guess is better than suffering for a long time. Still it makes me question if i actually loved her if i got over her so easily… i guess love is a strong word for someone ive talked with only on a couple days on pretty much exlusively sexual topics, maybe i grieved on thoughts of what could be maybe i was really sad for losing her and im overthinking it

its not like all hope is lost though i guess, theres still that slight chance that she suddenly got 1 morbillion surgeries back to back and when shes done with those shell have time for me again, or maybe i should stop making fanfics in my head and accept ive been ghosted/only being used for sex with increasing rarity.

I really wish i wasnt the one that has to start conversations with people, i talked to a couple people for non sexual purpose, and it kinda sucks that i have to be the one that starts conversations, or else theyll just die off, i wish i could have someone text me… asking about me… caring for me… I hate grabbing my phone and seeing no notifications, except for reddit comments and shit I changed the notifications for J and the 1 (one) time i got to hear it made me so happy. Maybe i really should talk with my cousin again, even if i was not her first option someone to talk to/only when everyone else was busy and was just used to just go talk about her problems..ugh nvm im not really remembering those memories very fondly..but still maybe i should send her a text.. or wait for her to try to call me again, though it has been a couple months since we talked, and even if going out just to talk isnt exactly my cup of tea i guess its still healthy of me to talk to her instead of just stewing on my sadness alone

I wish i could go back to being happy while alone. I dont know what happened to me for me to get fucked up like this… Ive been talking a bit with some guys in college, but its very little social stimulation, and is really boosting my impostor syndrome, maybe i should just get a job and get off this fucking place… what am i saying, how could me relocating and leaving the confort i have here help in any possible way… I gotta learn to be more independent as well, I cooked by myself the other day, which was easier than i thought, so thats good news at least i guess… though it was just boiled pasta and scrambled eggs, but its a step in the right direction.

i wonder how long itll take for me to find someone again… another half year? maybe a full year this time? would i even be able to manage that? im starting to get really sensitive to any cute couple stuff online.. seeing this https://www.reddit.com/r/RoleReversal/comments/17xfnhx/daydreams_of_being_able_to_pick_my_partner_up/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3 really ruined my day when i saw it…

Maybe i should just bite the bullet and try to meet people irl.. as scary as it is and as clueless on what to do as i am. thing is i suck at talking face to face with people, im so fucking akward, and its hard for me to make conversation on normal topics. but i dont think an online relationship would be as good as a physical one, especially with how touch starved i am. Ideally wed meet online first and then go irl, but its rely hard to meet someone from nearby on the internet… besides D i guess

I should just jump off a fucking bridge shouldnt I? what the fuck am i even doing here? im just in college because i dont want to work, i probably wont be able to function as an adult when i graduate, I got no friends to enjoy life with and im sick of living under my parents roof but i wouldnt last a day outside of it…what the hell do i even do? all i want from life is happiness and for some reason i cant even have that, i dont even know if its socializing thatll help me. sometimes after leaving classes and having conversations with people im anxious to run off and be left alone, so if its not that what is? have deeper conversations? have more casual conversations? have conversations that arent school related? well i guess that could help, the one time i talked of a non school topic it was enjoyable. But its hard for me to do that as well, i cant initiate it because im scared of being annoying, sometimes when i crack a joke with my db group it falls really flat, which obviously doesnt mean i should stop making jokes overall, i should maybe just save them to a diferent audience, but my self esteem is already in the shit and this doesnt help, plus theres a really funny guy that for some reason i really want to try to be as funny as, maybe i just want to be as confident as him, it definetly wouldnt hurt to be a sad sack of shit that constantly pities himself.

Wow just realized i mentioned all the women that hurt me this year lol…well majorly hurt because i trusted them, ignoring the fucking findommers and the people that ignored me and the infamous we dont vibe based on the opening sentence you sent me. why did i go look at my fucking pathetic chat history, what is wrong with me, i know itd just make me more upset and i went to check anyway

I might repost my ad again when im 100% sure J has ghosted me since its been the most successful experiences ive had, even if they ended in hearbreak, maybe third times the charm. I should probably try to change it this time, its a miracle a shitty ad like mine caught any attention at all especially from 2 wonderfull girls like them. Ill just keep trying more femdom personals and stuff, though ive really lost a lot of motivation for trying to talk with people

Fuck me i spent an hour and a half writing this shit when i was suposed to be writing the db report, god i hate my useless ass

#diary #digital diary #online diary

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calloftheuniverse · 11 months

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One of the WORST things to come out of a patriarchal, christian, capitalistic society is the way it has damaged nearly every member to their core...

By making them feel not good enough.

By reducing their value to money and appearance...

And making sure nobody ever feels quite good enough or worthy.

Not enough money, not handsome/pretty enough...

Too different,

Too weird,

Flawed,

Faulty,

Sinful,

Shameful,

..... Worthless.

The truth is... The energy of Divine IS love.

There is no space for judgment or condemnation.

And Divine mourns, grieves for those who have sunk beyond the reach Divine love...

Those who live in shame and self loathing and self-disgust.

And..honestly, I feel that too. More so than I would usually admit to, as people already don't know how to take me or perceive me most of the time.

Because the reality is the religion they sell you (Yes. I said SELL, look at the profits last year and tell me it isnt a business, and a hugely wealthy one?) is nothing more than to control your mind, keep you stuck in shame and judging yourself and others.

And it is set up by design to target and devalue women, who over time may grow into something shamanic, or sagely ....

Because the feminine aspect is the aspect that is by default wired for spirituality, and a true connection to Divine.

Christianity, and patriarchy both specialize in devaluing feminine qualities in both genders, labeling women as seductive, sinful, labeling men who display fem qualities as less masculine, weak.. "Pussy" "Bitch" "Simp".

And we are also going to graze the subject of how every woman who ascends, evolves, and finds enlightenment as anything OTHER than Christian is labeled as a witch.

Lucky the Bible already has a way to deal with anyone who threatens their mind control, eh?

"Shall not suffer a witch to live."

And that pretty much takes care of the competition, doesn't it?

After all, they killed a whole lot of people in the name of that control, and forced conversion at sword point and under threat of crucifixion and being burned alive....

Google says anywhere from 2-6 million.

Wouldn't be able to KEEP the control they killed to get without a way to silence and intimidate opposing perspectives...

And what better way to silence a whole group then by calling them evil, and essentially justifying murder.

But the truth is this... God is within you. As is the devil. Heaven and hell are mindset...frequencies of thoughts. You can think of them as "love mindset" and "fear mindset" if its easier to see it that way.

If you lie and manipulate others, you will live in fear and anxiety of being caught and held accountable. Same if you steal. Choices will literally leave you in a living hell if you choose selfishness, greed, and lust. Because hell is a mindset. And no amount of scapegoating a great teacher who tried to teach everyone this will free you from that hell.

Spoiler...the same bunk religion Jesus spoke against and flipped tables about is the same religion, reskinned that told you that he died for our sins... truth was they killed him for threatening their system of control. Then stole his words, his name, and rebranded their oppression, destroying whole cultures by forcing them to convert.

And no amount of following their false promises and destructive methods will get you to heaven.

That only comes when you silence your fear, realize that all is provided in Divine grace and timing, and quit idolizing a great teacher and an ascended master as your Creator.

Because I have great faith...Jesus himself would be horrified at how he has been scapegoated for an entire planet for the last 2 millenia. Especially when that let's them fully off the hook to continue hurting themselves and others, unrepentant. It allows them to focus on him, and never look within, effectively blocking them from the ascended mindset he was trying to teach, that would allow them a personal and close relationship with ACTUAL God, rather than the vengeance driven, blood-sacrifice demanding, dark deity of the Bible.

I know what I believe. I know what he believed. I know why he was actually killed, and I also know if he came again today, he would likely be crucified all over again, or mown down as a cult leader.

And I think it would be a good time for people to examine what they thing is right, and why.and ask themselves which team they really serve.

Do you serve love, peace, growth, creation, and abundance?

Or do you serve fear, hatred, oppression, judgment, blood sacrifice, systematic murder, and intimidation tactics?

And are you listening to the pull of Divine and doing what you know and FEEL is right?

Or are you just going with the crowd, because they told you what to think, never taught you how to think for yourself, and shamed you for asking questions or deviating..

#deconstruction #christianity #spirituality

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moondonky · 1 year

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Broke bitches

How the government always fucking broke,, they just had more money than the last 80 years combined,, like why, where's there audit,, and they take 40% of everyone else's money, inflation is controlled just a hidden tax, where the fuk is it all going , why do they keep raising the debt ceiling,, they suck at money, look around there not fixing anything, there not really building anything,, they toll everything make u pay for parking,, idk if it's just me but things seem dirtier.. like we just pulled out of a war that costed billions daily,, shouldn't we have more money, thy keep printing it I don't see a mountain of money... 30 trillion what are they buying,, is there even enough things to buy, would u b able to buy every single thing on this planet,,, thats alot of fucking money, where is it? U could buy all the gold in existence twice with that much money.. maybe not Ugandas recent discovery of like 13 trillion dollars worth of gold,, thats the other thing wouldn't the price of gold be declining,, didn't the supply just double... this is why I say everything is rigged and imaginary,, they don't really need money, there just keeping people poor at this point,, like people are peasants and they are bloodline royalty... isn't that like the opposite of why America became America,, or did I miss something studying history,, was it all bs where they lying, were they teaching us a bs story.. wasn't our money suppose to b backed by silver.. wasn't that in the constitution... everything happening,, did we vote for any of this, I'm pretty sure our founding fathers would yell treason... where the fuk is all the money... Money is worthless now why even keep working, they don't why should i, I ain't touching there cars rn.. lets see them do it.. let's see them do anything.. its there luxurious world thats burning, how we serve them is what's degrading, in no way are they a majority, they are there own tiny useless community..

I'm just gonna float,, I feel like I can tread longer.. I'll watch it I'm in the water, I'll watch it all burn down I'm not firefighter, even they are too busy fighting overdoses.. I don't think cops give af either, and that might be that people at the top arnt doing there job, they made things dangerous, they made things impossible, i wouldnt get in plane with those new pilots.. if ur gonna sit on the pot u better b fucking shitting,, if u gonna manage u better b good at it,, unlike the rest of the world,, u do not let the American people catching u fucking slacking,, if ur gonna be important show that your important that shits annoying... I really feel the world would be better off without them,, I honestly think it would immediately improve actually.. where the fuk is the money... and I know, I'm not stupid, I'm just stubbornly asking.. I already followed the money,, they were suppose to pay off the debt, they were suppose to balance the deficit... instead they put in there pockets they gave themselves bigger pensions, not to mention all the frivolous bs lawsuits that we end up paying for, they even took half of everyone's retirements,, that people worked thirty forty fifty fucking years for, they worked there entire lives for... I'm srry I'm not fucking doing that,, I'd rather live in a cave like wtf is that,, who tf does that, what a waste...

Effin millenial I'm urked,, I'm disappointed af,, when my grandma died I wasn't even allowed to go to the funeral, because of covid, because of liberal division,, even in my own family, I didn't know they were so weak,, I had to pray to pay respects.. I had to grieve by myself, that changed me, all that shit was for money, I ain't putting up with no fake shit no more,, I'm glad it's collapsing i hope it all dissapears... its all an illusion that's not gonna affect me.. I hope all that money melts like wax and I hope they get stuck in it.. I wanna see them work, I eanna see them struggle, I wanna see them sweat, i wanna see them carry shit, i wanna see them skip meals, I wanna see what they look like when there fatigued and exhausted, I wanna see them with sum dirty hands,, I wanna see them do what I've been doing for the last twenty years.. and I wanna see if they can keep a smile on there fuckin ugly faces. They look like demons, they act like demons, they think like demons, they do shit demons do.. so to me they fit the definition, they are demons

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inmamawords · 2 years

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2022, A year of grieving expectations. I never thought I would find myself on the Barnes and noble floor searching for books to better understand my child while holding back tears. I never thought it would be hard to connect to the very life that came out of me yet here I am. I didn’t know i had expectations until I experienced anger of failed ones. until I experienced confusion of why our relationship felt so hard. 2022 was a year of accepting that my almost 7 year old doesn’t function like a “typical” 7 year old. She learns slower but she learns at her best pace. She struggles with expressing her emotions properly or what the world expects of her emotional level. But for her brain, for where she’s at, for who she is, her expression is what makes sense inside her. I’m done being embarrassed or ashamed that my child has outbursts. My new years goal is to exude peace with her in every situation so that in time she will be able to conquer the outbursts with the peace she finds inside herself. The peace she learned from me. The peace that only God can give. She doesn’t understand things the way I want her to but in due time it will come. I grieve not being able to have the same conversations with June as I can with Andi. June is a deep thinker, and what may seem like she processes slower I think she is actually absorbing more detail than the average kid. In the moment of conversation with me she may seem absent and honestly maybe really is but inside she’s figuring it out on her own time. Her own perfect time. I’m learning to learn her, it does not come easy for me. I desire so deeply to connect deeply with her but maybe the desire to connect just looks different, maybe its not via deep conversation but in just being present with her. As I learn her desires and I lay my desires down in order to fulfill hers, her desires will eventually become my desires because her joy ultimately is what I long for most. she’s 7 now and yet I’m still having to remind myself that she is who she is, perfectly created, a masterpiece. If i expect to see her progress on a typical level i will be highly disappointed and at the same time eliminating the grace she deserves. The same grace I crave in motherhood she deserves in childhood. As I’m learning her I remind myself she is also learning herself. Aren’t we all still on a journey of learning ourselves anyway? Of learning selflessness. Selflessness is the gateway to joy and I pray this year my very breath would be peace and grace and selflessness would become my lifestyle.

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veggiesforpresident · 2 years

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tough week. tough day.

i keep doing the thing where i feel a little better, so ill try to do something more than ive been doing (like going on a longer walk, doing some exercise) but then that totally nerfs me and the next few days are ass... like... i KNOW i need to like, stop doing that bc its not actually helping me get better, but its hard. i want to feel normal again.

blah. understanding it intellectually doesnt help me understand it emotionally... what i need is to get used to a "new normal" and focus on what i can do presently rather than lamenting what i can no longer do... and stop pushing mysef.

i am my mothers daughter etc etc

honestly, even thinking about the "light at the end of the tunnel" that i may eventually get better doesnt help me deal with my limited abilities /now/. i guess i get scared about like... i dont even know. not being able to do things ever so i try to like "prove" to myself that i can do them, even when i literally physically cant.

blah.

i guess theres a grieving process too... admitting that i cant do something. or lately, cant do a lot. it sucks. but its also a relief, yanno? like i can stop trying so damn hard.

i dont know. it sucks and its not getting better and i need to like... accept that.

#health stuff #long covid #first officers log #sorry these thoughts are all over the place ahah

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anime-grimmy-art · 4 years

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What do you do when there’s not much to an AU? You make up your own stuff, ofc. And as is per usual when I make Character Designs, I make up a shit ton of lore too.

The ramblings under the cut, but what I’m really interested in, is what you guys think. Do you guys have any headcanons/ideas for this AU? Let me hear them! Also, if you don’t wanna read on tumblr, here’s the Google Docs link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/151yshHxnb_--P6eMKkwkI2dee9xC_Llb/view?usp=sharing

Before I get into the characters’ roles, here’s some general facts and backstory of their town:

- Basically, it’s Undertale meets Harvest Moon / Stardew Valley. Well, kinda. I at least used that approach for coming up for the jobs for the characters. You know, how there’s always a general store, a doctor, a smithy, etc.

- The usual story of a HM game is that you come to a town that’s way past its glory days and you, as the player/farmer, help them get back to that. The “backstory” of the town is that that already kinda happened. I’ll get into it more in the character description, but basically when Asgore was still mayor, the town got really popular. Then yadda yadda, a certain tragedy happened, two kids died, and the town suddenly got very bad publicity. There was a lot of stuff going on back then, bad reputation being spread and also a lot of law stuff, cos, you know, supposed child murder ‘n all, so Asgore made the decision to shut off the town to ppl from outside. This was in the interest of most monsters living there, because as fun as it is to have a lot of people coming there, most just wanted to live a quiet life. Not everyone was happy with that though, so many moved away from town and some others are trying to get the town back on its feet. But more on that later.

On to the characters:

I’m just gonna start with the skelebros, cos it’s their fault in the first place I got so invested.

Basically, they are what the player is in hm/sdv. They just showed up one day, took over the abandoned farmhouse and began their life there. The two came to town way after it was “closed” and since then a new mayor has opened the possibility for new residents to move in. Their farm helps the economy of the town a lot and the mayor, like usually in hm games, is trying to use that to make the town more known again. The skelebros aren’t really working towards that goal however.

So, now a bit more detail on them individually.

Papyrus:

- The design is mostly based on what’s “canon” in this au.

- He works mostly on the fields and is in charge of the crops. Their fields aren’t spectacularly big, but still big enough to plant a few dozen rows of veggies.

- Paps also helps out a lot in town when he has the time. He helps Asgore with his plants, he goes fishing with Undyne, helps Toriel carry crates around and so on. This is inspired by the part-time job mechanic in HM ToT.

- Unbelievably, in this AU Pap is not an absolutely awful cook. Since he helps out at Muffet’s and Grillby’s a lot, they tend to show him some tricks to cooking. Even though Pap’s not a big fan of the greasy or overly sweet cooking those two do, he picks up a lot.

Sans:

- Again, design mostly based on the “canon” look. Maybe a bit more baggy.

- This is finally an AU this dude gets to rest. Since there are no resets and he doesn’t have to see his bro die again and again, for once in his life, he’s not a sad ball of depression. He’s just a chill and lazy dude that loves to make puns. Though, since he’s not too experienced with the feelings of loss, helplessness or grieving, he still tends to hide behind puns and fakes smiles if he does feel bad.

- Sans is in charge of the animals on the farm. Papyrus begrudgingly gave him that role since Pap’s loud demeanour and hectic movements usually scare the animals. Sans’ relaxed attitude draws the animals to him naturally and even if Pap mostly finds him sleep against a tree, in a stack of hay or on one of the sheep, the animals are always fed, healthy and relaxed, so Sans seems to be doing his job.

- Sans always has a small chic sit inside his hoodie or hat. Is it always the same one? Who knows, maybe.

- Sans also, somehow, can produce eggs out of thin air. Grab into his hoodie pocket, in his pants pocket, in his hat, in his slipper, there’s suddenly always an egg there. On good days he can even make butter or cheese appear.

Gaster:

- He’s literally just a scarecrow in this. Though, if you ask any of the bros why they designed their scarecrow that way, they won’t have an answer.

Frisk&Toriel:

- Frisk is mostly based on what I wore myself as a kid in summer. Just a loose shirt with a cappy. Toriel basically has her ut gown, just with an apron on top.

- Frisk just appeared outside the “magical” forest one day. Napstablook and his cousin found them and brought them to Toriel, who has been taking care of them since.

- Toriel runs the general store in town, but also often takes care of the few kids that still live there.

- Frisk usually helps out in Toriels store, plays with the other kids or sits around at Asgore’s. They’re notorious for nabbing small snacks, mostly from Asgore’s plants. You’ll always find them munching on something.

- Frisk was in town before the skelebros. Since they’d moved in, Frisk often went to spy on their farm. After a small incident with angry chicken, Frisk got to know the two better and now they see them as something between brothers and uncles.

- But Frisk honestly gets along with everyone. Just like in UT, they’ve not only been adopted by Toriel but literally everyone.

- Toriel and Asgore’s relationship is not as bad as in the main game, since, you know, Asgore didn’t kill literal children, but there’s still tension between them. Back when Asriel and Chara died and the whole thing with the bad rep for the town began, Toriel felt betrayed by Asgore focusing more on the town than giving their deceased kids the grieving they deserved. They’re not divorced, but Toriel still moved out and said needed space to think. Now that Frisk is in the picture though, the both of them are slowly coming to even ground and may even be able to talk things out and clear up the uncertainty of their decisions.

Asgore:

-Asgore has his UT Ending / Deltarune clothes, just with a gardener’s belt.

- He’s the previous mayor of the town, but after all the crap that happened, he stepped down from the position. Now he has his own little shop and sells seeds, saplings, homegrown veggies and fertilizer. So, basically what e.g. the Marimba Farm is in HM AP

- His main customer is Papyrus and they’re on friendly terms. Asgore is worried about how much and how hard Pap works, so he often gives him a discount.

- Since his family’s past tragedy, Asgore is kind of nervous around kids. So, when he first met Frisk, he hoped they’d not visit him too often. But to his chagrin, Frisk took an instant liking to him and spends a lot of time at his shop (and steals eats the fresh grown veggies). Now, he’s really grateful for that, because for one, he loves Frisk as dearly as he had his own children, and also because now the tension and mistrust between him and Toriel seem to grow smaller day by day.

Undyne&Alphys:

- I gave Undyne a pretty basic fisher’s outfit. Alphys basically has Elli from HM’s outfit, just a bit more doctory stuff added. She still has her canon lab coat too.

- In essence, Undyne and Alphys have 2 completely different jobs. Alphys is the resident doctor and Undyne runs the fish market.

Two things. Yes, I know Alphys is more a mechanic than a doctor, she fits the aesthetic though, so she’s the doc now. And no, Undyne being a fisherwoman is not cannibalism, think of it more as a shark hunting smaller fish.

- The reason I lump them together is because they act as the local “smithy”. Alphys is still really tech savvy in this (I mean, Mettaton is still part of this AU), so she takes on most problems with electronics and stuff. For Undyne, I didn’t want to lose her Royal Guard’s Captain image, so she’s really good at handling tools (and weapons, but Al doesn’t let her make them anymore). So basically, if there’s a broken tool, you can be sure that either Undyne or Alphys can fix it.

- As for relationships, those two are still an item. Alphys is still really shy and a shut-off, but since Undyne and Pap become best friends, she gets to know the skelebros better. She and Sans especially get along well, since most of the time Undyne and Papyrus are let loose, they sit back and talk about science-y stuff. (no, Sans doesn’t have a background in science but he’s still into sci-fi)

- Alphys has a bit of a strained relationship with both Asgore and Mettaton.

Back when Chara and Asriel died, it was because of “illness” (maybe poisoning?). Alphys feels awful because with her back then limited knowledge on medicine she couldn’t help the two. Asgore doesn’t hold anything against her but Alphys can’t help but feel guilty.

Alphys still built Mettaton’s body in this one. The two had a really big disagreement, because Mettaton hated the fact the town was going to close, and he couldn’t understand how Alphys could feel otherwise, even more so endorse the idea.

Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy/Mew Mew:

- Napsta and Dummy are pretty self-explanatory, they got straw hats. Mettaton’s outfit is a bit of a joke cos it’s a play on “work at the top and party at the bottom”. The tie has two different sides, one with the yellow red pattern, the other completely red. His “top part” is the business part, because when he’s on tv or in the mayors’ office, you don’t usually see his feet. The bottom is his party/dance part, cos his dancing/entertainment channels mostly feature his legs.

- Mettaton, still a robot, Napstablook and Mad Dummy are all still cousins in this AU.

- Originally, they all lived and worked at the Blook Farm, the Animal Farm of this AU. Mettaton, however, despised that simple live and after befriending Alphys and her building him a body, he left the Farm to pursue bigger things.

- Mettaton runs the local tv network. From weather to game shows, he does it all. He also runs the tailor shop in town that sells his designer clothes and merchandise. After Asgore stepped down, Mettaton also took over the role of town’s mayor and now works towards making the place more known again. Not everybody is happy with him doing that though.

- One of those people is the Mad Dummy. He can’t stand people anyways and he always claims that history would just repeat itself.

- Since the whole family is made of ghosts, they have different dummies and scarecrows they can use to take care of the animals. To mock Mettaton and kinda get back at Alphys for giving MTT such an opportunity, Mad Dummy found the blueprints for the Mew Mew robot and now modelled one of their scarecrows after it.

- Napstablook isn’t fond of taking over obejcts like his cousins do, so he mostly takes care of the snails. Somehow, he can interact with them even when incorporeal.

Muffet&Grillby:

- The two of them run the Inn together. Muffet cooks in the daytime and makes desserts, Grillby manages the bar in the evening.

- The two still can’t really stand each other but working together like this benefits them both because their rivalry just spurs them on more.

- Even though Grillby is a patient person, somehow Muffet is the only person who riles him up enough to retaliate. (Well, maybe except for Sans, he’s a strong second).

So, basically everything between those two is a challenge in some way. Even if Papyrus doesn’t notice, even his cooking lessons are a challenge for them.

- Even though they’re constantly bickering, after working together for so many years, there’s a strange level of respect and trust between them. Even if back when they first started this business, they’d pour salt into an already open wound, nowadays they’d know better and just take a step back from the other or even comfort the other (on very rare occasions only).

Asriel&Chara:

- They be dead. Kinda.

Some Characters that’d live in that town too but that I haven’t made designs for:

- Gerson is the original smithy of the town. He’d grown up in a family of smiths, but he’d always had an appreciation for the sea. That’s why, when the town became more deserted and Undyne had a good enough skill level as smith, he took up the Captains hat and now mostly spends his days out on sea. He also ferries people to places if they need him to. Oh, and just like in canon, Undyne learned most of her skills from him.

- Burgerpants is a poor dude Mettaton basically kidnapped when he was trying to get fame in the city. Now Burgerpants works wherever MTT needs him to, be that as cameraman for the tv shows, cashier in his tailor shop or his slave secretary in the mayor’s office.

- MK is Frisk’s best kid friend. MK’s parents are in charge of shipping the goods out of town and paying the individual people. MK’s the one that usually collects the goods at the end of the day.

- Other than that, there are only a few people in town. I’d imagine the older folks or the really young families stayed in town after it was closed. I think the librarby dude would still run the library. Some Snowdin residents like the stone family or the dogs also might still live there.

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