Beware The Ides Of March

not parody written with contempt for the genre or with love for the genre but a secret third thing—by someone otherwise ambivalent to the genre who was exposed to it so much by proxy that the genre possessed them against their will

dude’s fucking TORN about whether or not to buy a beret

many thjazinessa thoughts

*occtis tachinis voice* you can date me but first you have to defeat my evil dad, my evil granddad, my seven *checks notes* five evil siblings, my unexamined classism, my two evil cousins and their evil boytoy knight, my two evil aunts, my unexamined CPTSD that has completely fucked my ability to manage interpersonal conflict, my one evil uncle, another evil knight (not a boytoy), and Wicander Halovar, not because he's evil but because fuck him for reasons that (you guessed it) I haven't examined. (Also if you could get any info on my mom that would be great.)

i love sending people my totaled car as a reaction image it’s so funny

shoots you with my cupid arrow but you lowkey die

at least there's susie deltarune

Who names their character Susan

I’m poisoning an enchanted crossbow, which I gave a nickname to so I wouldn’t accidentally sell it. The name of the weapon is “delicious quinoa, Susan”.