there is 0 reason for saiki to wear glasses that are green. also, he can shapeshift, so he should be able to change the color of his hair easily. yet he chooses to keep his brilliant hot-pink/neon-green theme, because he secretly loves looking funky, but wishes others would perceive him as average. in this essay i will
“oh yes, i am very reasonable and normal about this subject!!”
*proceeds to mass reblog any related content*
their favorite flowers
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
i watched kamikaze girls recently and it's so cute and silly.. 🖤🎀
bestie
You wrote about murder?? Murder is illegal?? You wrote about this dude killing someone and you didn’t even say ‘murder is bad’ at the start of the book, wht wtf, wtf is wrong with you? I can’t believe you condone murder, I can’t believe you’re pro murber, oh my fucking God don'ttalk to me when ou literally kill people, freak. I’m calling the cops, what the fuck, I’m shaking and crying.
happy flowey friday!
i've realized that there are a lot more things to do with timeline powers than just try out different options.
flowey convinces toriel to make him a snail pie (his favorite!) and he saves right before eating so he can eat it over and over without getting full or tired of it. he'll find out how to recreate a really happy moment and relive it when he's feeling down. he holds on to every happy memory, makes a running list of them so if it ever gets too predictable he can move on to another.
the list eventually goes into disuse. but on the surface, something dredges it up. and he can't recreate those memories perfectly, but he can try. and he can't fit all that pie in him again, but he can spend hours baking one every week as time keeps moving forward, and he can yell at frisk for mixing up the recipe and hear them crack a joke as they both dissolve into helpless laughter and, strangely, that feels like the same thing. and he keeps adding and adding to the list, and it feels really special when he gets to 100.
made a proper ref img for these two. for myself. because i need to stop designing them completely differently every time i doodle them lmao
no sentence fills me with utter loathing so much as "i asked chatgpt"