Write My Essay On Government Policy. Or Write Ultrakill Fanfiction. Decisions, Decisions

going to be thinking about those gay little robots while i work. i hope they explode. going to microwave them when i get home.

My oil painting of an Uncrustable

"deltarune tomorrow" i mutter repeatedly to myself in the dark corner of the room. my voice high-pitched and my words stuttery and incoherent. the same message has been scrawled all over the walls in red crayon, each letter now becoming more illegible with each passing day. my eyes, wide and bloodshot. my hair, messy and frazzled, as they drag me away to the psyche ward

to everyone drawing gabriel with a massive chest:

keep up the good work

fighting homoerotically isn’t enough. i need them to embrace at the end of battle, metal fingers digging into flesh wounds, bodies slotted together to make sure the blood doesn’t go to waste.

that or drawing them over some crazy youtube thumbnails.

hey man this is a fight to the death. why are you bricked up rn

ouuhhhbgbhf. inneed to make them kiss

need sex where its just a fistfight with a guy and we dont even do anything sexual we just beat the fuck out of each other and get hard about it

bro no i swear im not a masochist i just fucked up my parry timing. i just fucked up my parry timing is all. hit me again im ready this time

lets jerk off.. together.. take my hand. wait no i need my handfor this sorry