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it's so unspeakably dear to my heart that it's odile, and not a single one of the others, who saw siffrin and knew they were full of it.

"distant", seemingly indifferent, we're-allies-at-best odile.

she alone sensed the minutest discrepancies in siffrin; that selfsame presence that kept them wary, watching themself. she'd get suspicious, peer closer - and by hook or by crook, she always figured it out.

which is funny, snort-laughingly so. because siffrin wastes away agonizing over the idea that one day the people they love will move on and never think of them again. all the while, odile's whole! blasted! investigation succeeds PURELY on the simple premise that siffrin is, quite literally and in every sense of the word, unforgettable.

odile remembers, will remember, has always remembered :-)

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hark, seekers of truth! the omens approach

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i don't think that's quite how you do it, rals..

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siffrin, behind you. siffrin—look. hey, sif. turn around. siffr

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the idea of kris ragebaiting the hell out of the knight in the roaring groupchat takes me out no matter how many times it crosses my mind

the knight gets a notification post no-hit fight and it's:

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the prophecy never said anything about this...

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i don’t need deltarune asriel to be flowey. i just hope he quotes him once… twice… maybe three times (not opposed to four). pulls that face—you know the one. plus a few others, as a Treat. i want him to cruise in on that damn red bike... with the golden basket..... red ribbon tied somewhere... just a little nod. a wink (tongue out, star sparkle). an ECHO. toby, if you're out there

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balance, restored.

why do deltarune screenshots ALWAYS look like someone’s lying

i've been so unwell over this one

chapter 3 really could’ve leaked in full a week early and no one would’ve blinked twice

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why do deltarune screenshots ALWAYS look like someone’s lying

i've been so unwell over this one

chapter 3 really could’ve leaked in full a week early and no one would’ve blinked twice

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look at our "prophesied" DELTA WARRIORS dawggg the final tragedy is so unveiling 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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before we know light, or words, or even the geometry of our own hands, we know a face.

the arc of a cheek. the space where eyes should be.

ahead of sense, there is seeking.

we find eyes in wall sockets, smiles in slivers of moon.

we pull faces from drifting clouds, from the knots in weathered wood, from the staticky hiss of dead television screens.

because where there’s a face, there’s someone on the other end.

and where there’s someone, there’s the chance - a stubborn little hope - that we’re not alone in the open, distant expanse.

the loops, you understand, could eat away at everything. siffrin’s time, his agency, his compass of what mattered.

they could redraw him without end, peel him back to nerve and habit until he was as clear as glass and twice as empty.

everything, all of it, except the face.

this, siffrin keeps. this, siffrin owns.

a smile drawn just right to keep the questions down. a look that passed for calm when his hands couldn’t.

siffrin's oldest sleight and best-kept art. the one part of them that hadn’t started forgetting back.

...but a spotlight only burns for as long as the scene does.

by act 5, the bulbs have blinked their last. the chairs sit cold. the wings cradle no entrances. props packed, marquee blank.

whatever that face once offered, there’s no one left to take it.

and the game doesn’t mourn its passing...why should it?

that face was always a transaction anyway, a bargain struck with whoever was watching, an agreement that seeing meant believing.

audience gone, performance ends, contract void - off it comes.

like his memories had, like the rest of him has been doing all this time, it fades. bleached to nothing, the way photographs surrender to sun.

a face is proof. it is history. memory.

it holds everything you are. the way you existed, the way you were known.

it bears your mother’s toothy grin, your father’s way of squinting at the sun.

it's made of every way the world changed you, every way you changed it back.

lose that, and what remains that you can claim?

when nothing of siffrin survives to remember - what bitter joke calls itself a return?

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ralsei saying "SELFISH" as if overcome with a decadently gluttonous hunger that razes empires and swallows entire worlds

a festering MORAL ROT!!!!!!

but then it's literally just him wanting to play with his Touys and Draw and Maaaaybe blow bubbles with his friends

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wyd if the Roaring Knight pulls out their iPhone X and your best friend's device instantly starts chirping

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deltarune chapter 3 + 4 spoilers under the cut!!

if susie wants to be a box, she will.

the universe can scribble down all the tragic endings it likes. destiny can draft all the plans it pleases.

but if there's a spot next to susie where you belong, that's where you're going to be. prophecy be damned.

susie's never been one to confine herself to prescribed roles.

you really think she’s gonna start now?

doesn't matter who’s doing the talking - teacher, tyrant, time itself. if the call is for unquestioned submission, she’s already halfway out the door.

she can’t burn the pages, can’t erase the words or scrub out the subtext.

but she can drag her heels across every sacred line. love so fiercely the glass begins to fog. care so loudly the plot forgets its course.

the ending may be scheduled. might already be rounding the corner, actually. 

still, i believe susie can stall it. trip it up. make it stutter. doubt.

susie is resistance, knuckles white.

susie is hope, everything bright.

watch her grab hold of someone's despair and shake it until it rattles apart. 

watch her look at inevitability and laugh until it gets nervous. 

watch her plant her feet on ground that was supposed to give way and discover that some things are more stubborn than gravity.

the prophecy longed for order. dutifulness. clean lines. it wanted "heroes" who stuck to the script, who saved the world quietly, who knew their role and stayed in it.

and for the most part… that was ralsei.

the one who guides, who heals, who smiles no matter how much it hurts.

he's never asked for more than what the prophecy offered. never reached beyond his lines.

ralsei's lived his whole life like a beautifully penned footnote - important, but never central.

he believes being good means being useful.

he doesn’t ask. doesn’t want. doesn’t dream.

his room is empty... because no one ever told him he was allowed to want something just for himself.

his desire has always been to be needed, never to need.

he bakes for us. sings for us. sews for us.

keeps giving and giving and giving,

believing that is what earns him a place to stay.

but... susie doesn’t keep him around for what he offers. she does so simply because he is ralsei.

because conversations are more fun when he's in them, because someone's got to groan at his terrible attempts at sarcasm, because someone has to look him dead in the eyes and tell him he is real and can't be cast aside.

susie is hope. blinding, blistering hope.

every time she batters her way through the destined writ, her friends get another moment to exist and be by her side.

every bone she picks with fate is one more heartbeat they get to feel.

and that. that is all she needs. 

you don’t have to be chosen to choose. frankly, susie doesn’t give a single, solitary, shining blue fuck about what’s been foretold and decided for us. the second destiny tries to threaten those she loves - she’s already standing in its way.

this world seems hellbent on racing toward a single ending.

but if that’s where it ends up, it’ll only be because susie isn't letting it go anywhere else.

and if you spend enough time beside someone who refuses to stay in their lane.... you start wondering why you ever stayed in yours.

if susie wants to be a box, she will.

and soon... ralsei will too.

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siffrin just throttled them 16 times in his head

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my runes....

they've been thoroughly delta'd

MY RUNES

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Day 59 | Mothers Day