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Pree-Core accident Gaster. Gaster, and all the skeletons in the underground, arent actually made from human remains but instead are a type of monster that mimics them.
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it’s-friday.avi
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“But you know my name.”
“Well, now, that sounds like a you problem, don’t it?”
“But what am I supposed to call you? Just—” she waves her hands spastically in front of her, gun included— “‘Hey, you?’”
“You can call me whatever you damn well like.”
Or: A girl, a dog, and a ghoul set off across the Mojave.
A look at the events of Fallout, post season one.
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cleric class
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Throwing Children by Ross Gay
[Text: Throwing Children / Ross Gay.
It is really something when a kid who has a hard time becomes a kid who's having a good time in no small part thanks to you throwing that kid in the air again and again on a mile long walk home from the Indian joint as her mom looks sideways at you like you don't need to keep doing this because you're pouring with sweat and breathing a little bit now you're getting a good workout but because the kid laughs like a horse up there laughs like a kangaroo beating her wings against the light because she laughs like a happy little kid and when coming down and grabbing your forearm to brace herself for the time when you will drop her which you don't and slides her hand into yours as she says for the fortieth time the fiftieth time inexhaustible her delight again again again and again and you say give me til the redbud tree or give me til the persimmon tree because she knows the trees and so quiet you almost can't hear through her giggles she says ok til the next tree when she explodes howling yanking your arm from the socket again again all the wolves and mourning doves flying from her tiny throat and you throw her so high she lives up there in the tree for a minute she notices the ants organizing on the bark and a bumblebee carousing the little unripe persimmon in its beret she laughs and laughs as she hovers up there like a bumblebee like a hummingbird up there giggling in the light like a giddy little girl up there the world knows how to love. /end ID.]
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Nice whumpy thing: when people are intensely pragmatic about their injuries illnesses.
“Listen, if I pass out…”
“If you let up pressure, I’ll bleed out. So just, don’t move.”
“I know it ill hurt, just do what you need to.”
#these are all so good #i’m always especially appreciative of the # ‘i’m going to scream. this is going to hurt and i won’t be able to help it. keep going anyway’ # but i think my very favorite is ‘you’re going to have to pin me down’ # (also this isn’t quite the same feeling but the polite ‘i’m sorry but i think i’m going to pass out now’ always delights me) (x)
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small wartime courier. i can make them look like they belong into a really old turn-based tactics rpg... natural habitat
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my beautiful wife <3
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Stardew Valley (2016) - dev. ConcernedApe
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She lives there now.
(Don't make the mistake of thinking she is stuck. She's exactly where she wanted to be. It's my fault for not letting her climb even higher and retreat into the mountain fully, which is her dream.)
Gaze upon my wild child. She has never met a hill she hasn't wanted to go up.
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POV you've been farming albinaurics for runes for half an hour and she just wants to talk
something experimental with Elden Ring Lark
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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.
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the tiniest of grillbys