#tv girl

First Deltarune Oc! The “Chapter 2” made me slip back into my robot phase ;_;

Her name is “Mili”!

A Tv robot who woke up in the garbage with her systems damaged enough for not having any memory of herself or her purpose in the “Cyber world”.

Some facts about her:

■The only thing she could save from her memory is the type of TV model she is but not her name, so she decided to rename herself as “Mili”.

■Avoid physical contact with others for fear of electrocution due to damage that she has not been able to repair.

■After damages her screen face now shows what appears to be a Light blue Soul.

■She has a CD in one of her antennas but she hasn’t realized it yet.

■Good at imitating faces.

■If she receives enough damage, her screen will go to intervention or ‘Gray noise’ for several minutes.

■For being turn off for so long she has not found out anything about what has happened lately in the Cyber World, about the “Queen”, the other Darkners, rebellions, etc.

■Has a bad sense of orientation.

■Dumb energy sometimes.

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only swaggy people can listen to these tunes… 

you’re the unusual and misunderstood (yet overly bubbly) love interest in an early 2010s anti-romance movie. you frequent the coffee shop below your apartment complex and read obscure french literature in the hopes that someone will fall in love with you from afar. they never do. 

growing old hurts more when the neighbourhood you’ve grown up in changes right before your eyes 

the world is finally ending and your sworn enemy has asked you to dance. you take their hand and fall into a simple waltz as everything surrounding you goes up in blindingly beautiful rose flames 

pov: you’re the angsty older brother in a summer coming-of-age story who plays the drums, wears eyeliner, and always calls the protagonist a dweeb 

whoever said romance is dead…are you sure? 

trading indecipherable love letters in the back row of english class whilst the teacher writes up yet another detention slip for the two of us yet, somehow, i don’t seem to mind the idea of being lectured if you’re there beside me 

songs that would be considered red flags if i were a man but i’m not a man so people just assume i have an immaculate taste in music 

i’m well aware that all societal norms surrounding gender expression are godawful HOWEVER that doesn’t mean i don’t constantly wish that i was a male member of cobra starship in the early 2000s 

posing for the old photo-booth by degraves street and smoking in the city parks and making out in the graffitied alleyways. modern romance at its finest. 

louise