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Years ago on my very very very first Deltarune playthrough I caught on to the Dark World being based on inanimate objects oddly quickly (I thought they were either playing pretend or the closet was haunted or something) and I thought Ralsei was supposed to be a ball of soot or dust because he's fluffy and lonely so it made sense to me so it was lowkey a bummer to middle school me when he took that hat off

Narinder is a short fat man, and Jalala is a fat woman. The fandom isn't ready to hear this from what I've seen. Thank you for coming to TED talk

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I need to follow up, and talk about...

The Ballad of Chef Mike.

So, basically, some night when Karis is really, really drunk and really, really sad he accidentally starts streaming on his phone, and all he does is nuke something in his microwave and drunkenly ramble for hours while he just microwaves things for way too long, sometimes he eats it, sometimes he doesn't. Eventually these streams actually gained a bit of a cult following because of how darkly funny that are to watch, and were dubbed "Chef Mike streams" in honor of the microwave, aka, the titular Chef Mike, and his hard work.

We still like oc content in the UT/UTY community, right? Like Oc x canon stuff? Too bad I'm sharing mine:

TW: Mentions of alcoholism

So, meet Gay Boy.

His name is Karis, pronounced Care-iss.

He's a type of Monster that I got the idea for in a dream, they're called Fiends, basically typical demon-esque type of monsters, big horns, sharp teeth, can safely be in really hot environment, all that, they even have tiny bat wings.

He used to be an engineer, a really successful one, too! He graduated high school and worked in the CORE for a while, originally doing boring paperwork stuff that he absolutely hated, but then went on to actually do engineering work, which he enjoyed much more, however it just wasn't really his thing. So, he moved on to the Steamworks! (Yes, his story is connected to UTY) This was his permanent workplace for many years to come, and he LOVED it! Mostly because his dream job was to me a mechanic and he got loads of that kind of work there, even invented the minigun in his spare time, but also because he had a FAT workplace crush. On Chujin. Ok pals here's where the oc x canon part comes in. Ever since high school, he's had the FATTEST crush on Chujin (see why I call him Gay Boy?) but, yknow, he kinda can't act on his feelings on account of Chujin being happily married, so he bottles his feelings up, after all, if Chujin is happy, he's happy! He's still a family friend after all, he'll be okay, if a little jealous.

Then Chujin dies. Oh boy then Chujin dies. He really goes off the deep end here. He's already been bottling up very aggressive feelings of love for years now, only for the person he was both pining for and genuinely good friends with to die, tragically, and the rest of the family fall apart soon after. He continued to bottle up his feelings, more and more, skipping work often to either stay home and drink, or go to a bar to drink, either way, he ended up passed out, only to wake up just as sad and repressed as before. It didn't help that he never felt like it was "his turn" to grieve, there were people closer to him, so he'd let them grieve before he could. It was never "his turn."

He has a soul trait attached to him, like if he had a boss fight, that being Patience, the thing that was ultimately his downfall. He never confessed when he had the chance in high school or fresh in the workforce, he never got it out while Chujin was still alive, and he never allowed himself grief after he died. He spiraled further and further until he quit his dream job, and moved to Snowdin, opening up a little curiosity shop where he'd sell the remaining things he made on the side during his career, and when he isn't at his shop, he's at home, drinking until he can't walk straight and can barely speak, only managing to sob.

Oh the things that come from never properly expressing your feelings when you had the chance.

Anyways uh yeah! I don't have lots of art of him or a proper reference, I'll make that later, so uhhh, take some assorted doodles of him

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The hit game called "Oneshot" has this name because the Player is supposed to have only 1 (one) chance to do everything right, thus making no sense at all for you to return after the end, it just makes no sense at all.

Don't try in returning to the game by any means.

Im gonna lose my fucking shit

As much as Knight Papyrus is becoming more and more hinted at we Vessel Knight truthers must stay strong.

Nightmare Blunt Rotation: Mechanical/AI Edition.

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.