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fusi // they/it // fandom artist and full-time chatterbox
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god I wish I had a pair of menacing black gauntlets with really sharp fingertip claws I bet it feels good as fuck to have your hands resting palm-down on a surface and then scratch some deep fucking gashes into it as you clench your hand a little closer to a fist when your evil minion delivers some bad news to you
you would not believe how much I think about the fact that kris and asriel shared a room. and it's not something that even registered before chapter 4, where we see noelle and dess' separate rooms, because I grew up sharing a room with my sister until she moved out. but seeing noelle and dess' rooms, and how different they are, made my heart hurt so bad. noelle and dess are separated, and kris never gets to be their own person. god.
the best part about elementary was playing in the flowers during recess. we had a huge field where everyone got sent out before lunch and i always hid in the ack and picked flowers to make a little dandilion bouquet. all for me of course. im not giving away my most beautiful creation.
i played in the mud after the rain too. i made big hills and pretended it was a volcano and i was making an ecosystem. those were good times
i was so bad at school when i was little lolol. especially like 4th grade. i was a good kid personality-wise but i could not do any work to save my life…… in math we used personal whiteboards to write equations and instead of math i drew cats and dragons and dogs and giant beasts and creatures. and my teacher made me call my dad and say that i wasn’t doing any work and was drawing the whole time. so i got yelled at a lot that year for not trying and not paying attention and yadda yadda i knowwww. i get itttttttt. i cnat help myself it’s so hard to do literally anything in school. who wouldn’t wanna draw big shadow beasts that live in the sea cmon
oh yeah i did end up losing my whiteboard later that year. i don’t even know how
when i was in elementary and we had snack time i would always bring two oranges. and instead of eating them i grabbed each individual slice and they were all people. like.morange slice people. and i’d pretend i was a big bad dragon who was tearing apart and eating all the orange slice citizens and they were trying to run away and kept seeing the juice of their allies splatter all over the desk. like families were destroyed and i ripped slices in half in front of their comrades and sucked out the juice and left the orange skin in front of them as a show of power. i felt so huge and animalistic. it was lit. then i got yelled at by my teachers because apparently snack time ended ten minutes ago and i covered my desk and papers in orange juice
Need people to get more recognition towards the effects of Susie’s bullying on Kris. Need those quiet moments of guilt. When Susie reaches out to pat Kris on the shoulder and they flinch. And both of them know. But they don’t want to address it. When Kris says something self-deprecating not realising they’re parroting almost exactly something Susie said in the past, and Susie feels a sharp pang in her chest. Recognition. Shame. Guilt.
Need people to get more recognition towards the effects of Susie’s bullying on Kris. Need those quiet moments of guilt. When Susie reaches out to pat Kris on the shoulder and they flinch. And both of them know. But they don’t want to address it. When Kris says something self-deprecating not realising they’re parroting almost exactly something Susie said in the past, and Susie feels a sharp pang in her chest. Recognition. Shame. Guilt.
