5 good qualities: intelligent af, powerful af he can fry me to death i’d be honored, android i mean my ace ass cannot ask more than that he is dream come true, noble and kind, fucking vengeful if you trick him atta boy i am so proud
3 bad qualities: none tbh
favourite episode/etc: evil vision when he wanted to kill the avengers idk i was so into it
otp: we married
brotp: thor so much and tony he loves my baby son i’m gonna weep so hard when i see him on tony’s side in civil war my heart will burst out of my chest
ot3: hahahaha yeah right
best quote: maybe i am a monster. i don’t think i’d know if i were one.
head canon: steals bruce’s ipod to listen to opera
"I'm starting to wonder if this is all a dream," he muses. "You're so different from the Napstablook that I know. The Mettaton you're talking about... I would love to be him, darling. I would love to be loved. But from what I've experienced, most monsters don't have a whole lot of love to give. Or is that not true here?"
“I don’t think I’m a dream… I’m pretty sure… that I’m
real… but… If I am a dream… I’m glad I might be a
nice one…? Or maybe I’m a bad dream… If I am… I’m
The ghost paused and just laid there for a few
moments, almost silent enough to let the magic flow that
allowed for the feeling of floating in the nothingness of
space… but then they spoke again.
“Monsters have a lot of love to give and I’m… almost
completely sure that… you… or my you… or the you that I
remember… has the most love to give. That’s why he’s
famous and… that’s why he left…?”
The darkness, it scares me. Not for the same reasons it did from when we were children. From when we thought there were monsters hiding in our closets, under our beds, in the darkness in which we sleep in. And that was the reason why we slept with a nightlight or a lamp we had in our room, on our bedside tables. Now, we sleep with a lamp on, maybe it is a bright and opaque colour, for we still fear the dark. Yet, it isn’t for the same reason. It’s for the sole reason that once it becomes dark our minds begin to think, process, over analyze. Our minds become clouded, for when it becomes dark we become dark, and that is what scares us. For I am not scared of the monsters in my closet or under my bed, but I am scared of a certain monster. And the name it goes by frightens me more. The name of the only monster I now am scared of, is myself. For I am my own monster, for I haunt myself when it becomes dark. And the darkness seems to consume me.
My parents are the best parents anyone can have. They always love me for “who I am”. And they always did their best to get me where I am today… Maybe I’m the broken one, maybe I should not be this way. I’m the closed minded one who should change. I’ve over heard then before their worries, of my sexual orientation. They think I’m a monster, maybe I am a monster… I’m a broken, I’m a monster. I’m sorry I let you guys down. I’m a mess… I can’t hide this anymore. But they’ll kick me out, and shun me like I never existed. I’m alone… I’m going to die alone… Let’s get it over with…