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#and I am super sad
gruvu · 1 year
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Super sad, full of despair, and my hope for a happy ever after for our heroes is dying SO to defend my fragile heart here is our frog. That heron had it coming.
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nesperus · 10 months
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prometheus
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alish-artie · 5 months
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Super Mario RPG is inspiring me !~
I was sad when I learned I accidentally skipped Booster's fight…
But I mean, the cake one was pretty funny so it’s okay-
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russilton · 1 year
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There is something sad but objectively hilarious about p7 this race breaking George’s spirit enough to say “Redbull are going to win everything this year it’s over”
Meanwhile Valtteri in P8 is cracking open a beer and going “yay! Points!”
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deoidesign · 12 days
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important distinction.
Testing a few different things with this one
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ex0toxin · 3 months
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but you've only just got here
jsys week'24, day 3
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cosmosnout · 1 year
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“This is a city of the remembered and the forgotten”
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shimmershy · 11 months
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Old doodlessss
These are the outfits I referenced:
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Miss Pevensie, they say, can you identify these bodies for us? And you try, gentlest sibling, you try your best. But the tears are thick in your throat and the grief is bitter on your tongue, and when you shut your eyes you see fire and steel, twisting together and crushing the breath from their bodies.
You look at your father, and mother, and cousin, still and silent on their backs, bruised and bloodied and unsmiling, and their faces are anything but familiar. Were their eyes open you would be looking into the face of a stranger. You press your hand over your mouth, and you do not cry, and you tell them what they want to know. These are my parents, you hear yourself say. This is my cousin. They nod, they thank you, they direct you forward. More, more, more corpses to identify. More losses to count.
You look at your eldest brother, golden blond hair spread across his forehead, thick like the mane of a lion. There is gravel in his skin and soot on his cheeks and his face is pale, hands folded over his chest and blood threaded into his yellow sweater. Red against gold. For a moment the combination brushes your brain, touches a distant memory of battle and clashing swords, but you blink and it is gone. This is my brother Peter, you say, in a voice choked with grief. The sky looks black outside the window, and your brother’s arm still feels warm when you touch it a final time.
You look to your younger brother, dark hair tousled, blood leaking between his lips. His skin is frost pale, like snow, so white he appears to be made of stone. Shrapnel cuts into his cheeks and sends crimson trails across his face. His hands are clenched, cap askew on hair smeared with blood. They tell you he died with his sister in his arms, body curled around her in a vain attempt to keep her safe. You stare at him with a lump in your throat, and for a moment you seem to see him, silver crown upon his head, smiling with quiet gentleness. It fades, and you whisper, This is my brother Edmund. The tree outside the window seems to wilt a little as you speak. Your brother’s cheek is like ice beneath your fingertips.
You look last at your sister. She is peaceful, lips lifted in a smile, hair tangled beneath her head and shoulders. She grips something in one hand— a tiny wooden carving. A lion. Your throat clenches to see it, but you do not know why. Her skin is warm, like sunlight, but there is such coldness in her face. Such emptiness. Blood smears her sky blue dress, and you weep to see it. Blood does not belong on your baby sister. For a moment the red makes you remember her, dancing wild by a fire with berry juice smeared on her hands and mouth, but surely not. Surely such a thing never happened. This is my sister Lucy, you murmur, and are able to say no more. For a moment it seems as if a mist touches the window, and your sister’s skin is hot against your palms.
You turn away, raven-dark hair falling over your cheek, and stare out the window with tears burning your throat. There is no sun, and you think that perhaps there will never be sun again. It has been taken away forever.
(For a moment you seem to hear a voice, deep, gentle, loving. To the radiant southern sun. For a moment you feel the weight of a crown in your hair. Perhaps you are losing your sanity, bit by bit. Perhaps it was shattered the moment you heard the news).
They asked you to identify the bodies, and you did, because they are your family. They were your family. You loved each and every one of them. You loved your mother's soft fingers in your hair and your father's deep chuckle. You loved your older brother's fierce kindness and your little brother's quiet demeanor and your baby sister's merriment. You loved them all. And now you stare through the window at a sky that is heavy with rain and think of flames and twisted metal and the blood on your siblings' skin.
You close your eyes. For a brief moment you think you smell lilies, and salt, and Lucy is laughing and Edmund is smiling and Peter's arms are slung around their shoulders, and then they are looking at you and beckoning and there is a lion with golden eyes and the sun is rising into a damp new sky.
Your eyes open slowly, glazed over with tears that spill down your cheeks like rain.
And for a moment, just for a moment, you remember.
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marymekpop · 19 days
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⟢ highlight of the hour: lovely runner [01/16] ⟣
life-changing
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somegrumpynerd · 20 days
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Poor angsty lil oreo 😟 maybe he could need a reboop of his installment... or preferably a nice comforting hug from New Rat friend?? UwU seriously, would be sooo cute omg! 2 cuties hugging it out is just soo awww~ pls?? ✨🥺🙏
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Well, the rat is me (hello!), so I guess I could give Cross a hug if he needs!
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But he should be warned, I am a bear hugger >:3c
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And while I'm here hugging skeletons, if I could be serious for just a second (because any longer and I'll die of sillyness deficiency)
This is the anniversary of a really sad day for me, and if I hadn't had undertale to be obsessed with and distract myself I can't imagine how much worse it would have been. So I just wanted to say thank you for letting me jump into the fandom and make stuff and have fun, it really means a lot <3
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sleepanonymous · 5 months
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Is it missing III hours for anyone else? Jic it is, here's some photos of him wearing nifty honeycomb socks.
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why-the-heck-not · 1 month
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I have a handle on my procrastination
…. I accessorized Elvis (the sourdough starter)
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lucxien · 1 month
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i didnt make as much as i wanted to but doodle page
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Do you know this (noncanon) ADHD character?
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Evidence under the cut!
This is my own submission with the help of some Discord friends <3
First friend's evidence:
tbh adhd zagreus is largely vibes to me but for more specific evidence:
inability to work a desk job properly no matter how much he tries. ability to run marathons thru the underworld 24/7. one is not an interest of his and the other is a thing he got obsessed with in 0.5 seconds. man struggles with directing his attention
the fact that he basically never wants to stay still ever, even the narrator gets on his case about this
additionally to above: iirc there's a line where he mentions he won't be able to get started again if he sits down, when you try to interact with chairs in the house, which. mood. gotta keep momentum going or the task doesn't get done.
rly thoughtful to his loved ones but still forgets to tell them his whereabouts or plans (thanatos)
no concept of time
nonexistent sleep schedule
the entire admin chamber flashback, honestly, just look at that
there's more bullet points probably i just don't have specific moments in mind to back em up
Second friend's evidence:
The man exists for short term dopamine hits - He gets demonstrable rewards and actionable improvements in his abilities with the low low cast of some physical pain after maybe twenty minutes of running around blowing things up, it's like the perfect loop for any adhd brain
Also as a pinnacle of adhd zag - It's only with actual long term investment that he gets better at playing the lyre, which means that most players won't go for it unless they're actively trying to get the prophecy done.
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