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Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking
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lord almighty i need positivity on the dash please tell the person you reblog this from something kind
#you are such a lovely person and so nice to talk to#and i know we don’t talk THAT much but every time we do it’s so fun#you’re so pleasant to be around and i’m very very glad that i have you in my life#your characters are so good too and it’s just. very enjoyable to know you#thanks for existing <3 love you
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had to tweak the shirt and tie a bit to adjust for his pencil neck but i can now confirm 20cm doll clothes fit the Beast
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mario, and by extension, other nintendo properties, apparently being canon to the deltarune universe, presents an interesting conundrum
[id: a two panel comic featuring kris from deltarune, playing video games in their living room. the first panel shows sans in super smash bros on the tv. the second panel shows kris, incredulous, thinking “is that my fucking neighbor.” end id]
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I think I've worked out (part of the reason) why there's been such a huge uptick in folks who don't reblog things on here.
This post has like 14k notes right now, and the tags and comments and reblogs are FULL of people who didn't know about fast-reblog, and -- you guys have been slow-reblogging this whole time!?!??!?!?
In the interests of a) making your lives easier, and b) encouraging you to reblog posts, which is what keeps this site alive, here's how you fast-reblog:
On mobile: press and hold the reblog button. Your blog icon will appear. If you have sideblogs, all of the different icons will appear. Drag to whichever blog you want to reblog to, and release. Job done.
On desktop: hold down the E key and click reblog. Job done.
You're welcome. Now get reblogging.
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01110010
Colin was the tech nerd of the group. Ever since he was a kid, he was always typing away somewhere.
For as long as he can remember, he’s had a huge interest in anything computer related. Motherboards, circuitry, binary- the little things. Routers and electricity, the switches and lights, the gentle hum of screens and fans cooling the CPU-
He realized that he had been distracted from his work, a continuous line of 0s took up space in his document.
Stretching, he saved his work and closed the laptop. He looked to the floor and spotted Spaghetti, his pet ferret. They were attacking a shoelace.
“Is that one of Shrig’s..?” Colin whistled at the ferret, startling them.
They took the shoelace and retreated under his bed. “Again?” He approached the bed, then sat down so he could see under it. “You can’t hide under here, you know? That’s Candice’s official ‘sleep-over spot’.”
Spaghetti squeaked and grabbed onto Colin’s pant leg. He stood up slowly, then gently dragged the ferret across the room. “It’s time for bed.”
The ferret let go of his leg, then ran around for a bit before settling in a small fluffy bed. Colin turned the light off and returned to his desk, once again typing away.
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Butterfly Boy
The window was open as Shrig entered his room. The wind brought in a chill that made no difference to the frost spreading across his skin.
He hurried to close it, muttering about how spring was going to be late this year. His curtains fell to a stop as the air stopped pushing through.
Shrignold grumbled at the sight of his origami creatures fighting each other. A swan had picked up a cat, then dropped it on a paper dog. The two flightless objects began jumping at the bird, but it was no use.
He grabbed the bird from the air, trapping it in his hands. He whispered to it calmly. “Be nice, or I’ll stop folding the boxes.”
The swan had escaped his grasp and perched itself onto one of the aforementioned boxes- a magic paper cube that glowed surprisingly well.
Sitting down at his desk chair, he opened up his journal. Notes were scattered across the page. In the past, people have mentioned how neat his handwriting was, making even his worst work look nice, but he knew it wasn’t as great as they said. Not to him, at least.
He grabbed a square sheet of paper and began folding it, creasing its edges sharply. Fold after fold, he worked slowly. Experimenting the origami would definitely be better with a reference, but it wouldn’t be the same as the creations he made from heart and memory.
Time passed, and the paper sat in front of him- a tiny, impossible to hold closed triangle.
An origami dog barked, sending a small whistling sound through the air. Shrignold turned to investigate, and was greeted by the dog stuck on the very top of Shrig’s shelf.
He stood. “This is the second time this week. Can’t you guys just get along for one hour?”
As he reached up to grab the dog, his hand shook violently. He grabbed it- muttering again. “Not again, I’m so sick of this. Swan- get him down now.”
The bird flew and picked the dog up, dropping it gently onto the floor. The rest of the origami creatures perked up at Shrignold’s sudden change in emotion.
They watched as ice spiked violently up his arm. He fell to the ground, shakily trying to break off the ice with his free hand.
To no avail- he was unsuccessful. Accepting his typical routine, he lied down and curled up as the paper animals attempted to comfort him.
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