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Guys I just applied to be an artist for Sally Face 2

Just figured other people might want to apply too, so:

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Random HC #147 4/3

When the Mormons/Jehovah's witnesses/vacation Bible school/evangelistic religious folk come knocking on (Adult)Sal's door, he answers.

It's not that he wants to answer. He hates when these people come over and get pushy about things like religion.

But someone is at his door and he must answer it. He doesn't like the idea of someone he doesn't know just hanging out by the door, doing fuck knows what. So, he steels himself and opens up.

At first, Sal tries to politely excuse himself out of the interaction. But most times these people don't care that you were about to get in the shower, or that you were cooking, or about to leave for something. They have✨higher calling✨

So when they start asking what Sal knows about whatever sect of zealotry has landed on Sal's stoop today, Sal has armed himself. He knows little factoids about most of the religions that come calling. The not so nice ones. And he asks the visitors if they know their religion didn't accept poc's in until the late 70s. Or why their religion won't allow lifesaving medical intervention. Et cetera.

This mostly results in the evangelists not returning to Sal's domicile. But occasionally, some will stay, and listen, truly listen to what Sal has to say.

He has deep theological discussions with these open minded lingerers. The perceptions of both parties are changed during these talks.

Sometimes Larry and/or Todd will join in. Depends on if they're feeling it

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Kris and The Player

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My feed was at least 3/4 Deltarune. One reblog later, here we are.

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Deltarune theory that I need people to think about for a moment.

Monsters don't bleed.

You can probably figure out where this is going yourself, but if you want to hear my thoughts and evidence, it's all going under the cut.

Monsters don't bleed. We're reminded of this at the start of and throughout Chapter 4, through interaction with the bunny kid when you knock their door, and the funeral book about monsters turning into dust.

Conversely Susie has expressed a lack of understanding about this concept, implying she's bled before and doesn't find it weird. Implying she's used to a culture where blood is normal...

...but not dust? She didn't seem to put the pieces together that the dust in the 'snowglobe' (horrific implications btw) could be Gerson's body until Kris pointed it out to her. After which point she reacted with horror, as if she hadn't expected it, or didn't know that's how it worked?

Let's think about Susie for a moment. What do we know about Susie, now?

We know she bleeds. They made a point of showing it even though Kris bleeds in the same chapter and it's not visibly shown. We know she's considered a brute, more monsterish than those around her. She lays into this fact, playing it up. We know she had a rocky childhood. She's moved houses multiple times in the past. She's given up on trying to make friends.

She doesn't have a tail (or at least, her tail is a nub), and she feels embarrassed about that fact. When equiped with the jevil's tail, she'll say "figured I'd grow one eventually."

Kris used to wear a horn headband in the hopes they'd grow horns like their family, eventually. When Susie sees a picture of them with the headband, she quietens uncomfortably once she realises why.

Susie HATED Kris's guts, even before chapter 1. (From the spamton sweepstakes:)

Whatever they said made her back off and leave. I think she saw herself in them. The outcast. The odd one out in a town full of something else. Something that can't be understood. Is it any wonder she changed her tune when she found out Kris was not her enemy, but understood her? That Kris would leap to defend her, instead? That she thought, surely, this kid hates me for what I am just as much as I hate them for what they are? They don't hate me? They don't think I'm disgusting, a freak of nature, better off abandoned?

Why have we never seen her parents?

Why is it that, when we look away from Kris, we can only imagine "what Susie is up to"? Why no one else? Why can we see her, but not exert enough control to impact what she does? Why is our soul able to fight on her behalf without Kris's involvement? Why does she seem to exert control over the story even when it's clearly trying to be bent in favour of the player's decisions?

Monsters don't bleed.

Susie is a hybrid.

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Fine. I've arrived, Deltarune fandom. I tried to hold out for the complete game. But y'all have kinda made it a bit impossible 😅

Kris and The Player

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Just Toby being a chaotic bisexual 😇

Whenever someone tells me that ticcijeff makes no sense & that they would both hate eachother, I just remember that Toby canonically felt up Jeff’s ass + complimented how tight it was 💜❤️💜❤️

But like regardless who gaf I love toxic yaoi happy queer month guys

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Mochi, you've forced my hand

anyone up late, right now?

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Thank you!!! I'm pretty sure I sent that ask in one minute after requests were open 😅

Go everyone else, get your request while they're still open

You know who I'm here for 😂

May I request some lovely Toby fluff?

Softest, and Silliest of Dreams

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[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: This is such a love letter to what me and my boyfriend do after work bc the pool kicks both of our asses. ALSO, bad writing because I've been out of it for a while. Whoopsie.]

Reblogs are appreciated!

You squint ever so slightly as you walk just slightly behind Toby. The sun shines through the emerald trees and bees buzz around you, pleasantly bumbling from flower to flower as you trek along the dirt trail. The air is ever so slightly tinged with a sweetness from the budding flowers now that summer is on the way. The scent of the woods clings to your skin, your hair, and your clothes.

You hesitate for a moment as you reach your hand outwards and lace your fingers with his. He's slightly cold to the touch, at least, his surface is, but underneath you feel a blossoming warmth that reminds you some part of him still is, or used to be, human. A shy smile curls on your lips as the world begins to even out, and the sun no longer blinds you. Being stuck in the darkness of Toby's tinted car that he highjacked hasn't been the best for your eyes.

But, now that you've adjusted, you can see him in full, the proxy you're really not supposed to be loving but can't resist all at the same time. As a proxy yourself, you know the dangers of this. The Operator could decide to strike down the both of you for daring to feel the human emotion of love despite him trying to train, and beat any humanity out of you. Still, you love him.

Toby smiles down at you. He's taller than you, not by too much, but it's hard for anyone to say they'd be taller than him except for the Slender Man himself. Toby is tall, gangly, lean, but has muscle from his years as a proxy. He doesn't have his mouth guard on. Instead, he's relying on his glamour to hide the part of him that might turn regular folks running to the hills screaming. His boots lightly scuff the earth, but he makes no sound, another testament to his years of having to work in silence.

"Something on your mind?" He inquires as he grips your hand a little tighter. Toby takes in a deep breath, another feline like smile dotting across his face as he leads you through the woods. The trail here is well maintained, and that's something he's thankful for. He's an expert in traversing the woods with no trails, but when one is available and he doesn't have to slither around, he finds it a rather pleasant change. Toby lifts your hand upwards, briefly interrupting the swinging the two of you had built up, and plants a kiss on the back of it. His lips are cold too, but you've learned that he warms you so easily.

You shake your head as you walk with him, taking note of where he's currently taking you. The trail keeps winding, but in the distance, your trained ears can hear water. Must be near a river. You ponder over the past few days you've spent with him and change your mind on your answer, "just thinking about the future."

Toby shoots you a look, but he does not stop walking. "We have a rule about that," he says nonchalantly, but with a slight edge of warning.

Right.

Proxies don't have a future.

Inwardly, you cringe. "I know," you begin, "but, I was just dreaming the softest and silliest of things," you trailed off. Your mind begins to wander as you head deeper into the woods. There is no Slender energy here. No proxy presence or independent signs, nothing. This is just the earth, just the woods, and nothing more. In these moments, you like to pretend you're a normal human, living a normal life, with the normal man that you love so deeply. You feel another kiss planted to the back of your hand after Toby lifts the both of you once more.

He sighs softly, the water finally hitting his field of view. It's a beautiful lake, and now with summer right on the doorstep, the waters are blue and full of lively fish and plush algae, floating duckweed and home to many creatures finally ready to play once more after a long, hard winter.

"What were you dreaming about?" Toby sits down on one of the benches overlooking the lake. He takes in the fresh scent, the flowers, the sweet air and invites you to rest with him. Once he feels you rest beside him, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close to his side. It's not too often he's able to be gentle with you like this, soft and sweet and like a normal partner to you. But these few moments, he treasures them deeply.

"The kind of house we'd have. A wedding. A cat, maybe," you list off softly.

It's a silly, soft dream from you he's heard before. The kind that makes him consider what he could have done differently years ago to potentially attain it. Normalcy was never really an option for himself, for you, for anyone in this life but it was something yearned for all the same.

You sigh once more and close your eyes. You can feel the warm sunlight on your face and take in the sound of the sweet breeze rushing over the lake. "I was dreaming about a better life for us," you say as you look up at him and cutely grin. Your lips plant onto his cheek, and you enjoy feeling the slight heat rise to his face as a result.

Toby briefly nestles his nose in your hair and feels his eyelids fall. "I like those dreams of yours," he mutters. His eyes open, and his gaze gets cast to the side for just a moment. He doesn't want to tell you it won't ever come true. He doesn't want to tell you that your dreams have to stay dreams. Proxies are never allowed a normal life. Never. "Y'know," he says, "I dream about those kinds of things too."

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HAPPY PRIDE, ONE AND ALL!

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HAPPY PRIDE, ONE AND ALL!

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Mercy me! God bless catastrophe! There's no way in hell we'll ever live to see through this; so, drive yourself insane tonight. It's not that far away. And I just filled up your tank earlier today

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i know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches; call it home

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when you're in black slacks with accentuating off-white pinstripes, everything goes according to plan

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Hear hear!

the truth is that everyone should shut up about whether or not gerard is on ozempic because it's NONE OF OUR FUCKING BUSINESS also maybe STOP TALKING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLES WEIGHT?????? (ESPECIALLY WHEN THE PEOPLE IN QUESTION HAVE STRUGGLED WITH AN ED BEFORE) anyways thats my opinion

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Moving my MCR content to @kid-fr0m-y3sterd4y

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This is the spirit animal of someone who's forced to smile all the time when she doesn't want to