Ya Know. When I Heard That Project 863 Was Ending After This Season I Was. Worried. Don't Get Me Wrong,

Ya know. When I heard that Project 863 was ending after this season I was. Worried. Don't get me wrong, I was also devastated but it was mainly worry at first. Because I've seen these types of things happen before. Time after time, I get invested in a show or a series of books, and then I find out that it would never get the ending it deserved.

But as I watched the final video, I realized that Matt knew what he was doing. Because this actually feels like a series finale. All the big mysteries are solved, while still giving the story enough room to breathe for the book. The characters get closure. The audience gets closer. Its just a good finale without actually being one.

Am I sad to see the series go? Yeah, absolutely, especially seeing as I can't pay for the weekly chapters. But did this ending feel empty, like so many others do? No. Not at all.

wondering if we’ll ever find out what was up with that dusty place we spawn into

dear deltarune community please see my vision for a deltarune chapter 2 animatic of Not Evil from The Lego Movie 2 PLEASE!

I just had a terrifying thought

What if when you load A Snowgrave save file to play Chapter 3, Berdly is just...gone? You cannot find him in Hometown anywhere, and nobody speaks of him the entire Chapter. Its like he's been completely removed from the game

I think everyone who’s a fan of the crane wives has like. one song that just makes them go like ‘Oughghghrjvndn’, you know? like we all love the fool in her wedding gown it’s such a great album but like my song outside of that album i think has to be Ribs

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.