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it must be said again now that lav has fallen to yurifaggotry that it seems like 99% of kriselle artists either begrudgingly like suselle out of obligation for its "canon"-ness or are closeted susellefags who just wanna draw 2009 creepypasta amv gore of a ship that isn't their favorite
>>80053573Threadly reminder to ignore shitposters and dramafags.
>>80053573>>80053034 #I guess that's the simplest way, but I kinda like the idea of Rudy having a similarly long lifespan, kinda like Gerson, but who ironically dies relatively young before him, basically a reversal of DR where Gerson dies of old age seemingly around when Kris would have been Frisk's age while Rudy continued living.There's also the idea that the time between timespan wasn't actually long by normal monster standards, just enough for a generation of monsters to grow up with humans as their enemies, so it's not a case of tragic immortality, though recent material tends to stray a bit from this timeline.
>>80053703Many such cases!
>>80053984Fetus Noelle…
Kress, inspired by Schiele's "Lovers (Self Portrait with Wally)" per the artist.>>80053836https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSuvDsB2z7I
>>80054048Forbidden Lovers
>>80054048not gonna sugarcoat it, the original inspiration looks like molten ass melted onto paper, but their drawing is really sweet >(Schiele's) work is noted for its intensity and raw sexuality... twisted body shapes...visceral /doe/sire
still Day 6currently writing the Christmas prompt for Day 6, still taking ideas and suggestions for Day 7 and for the Festival prompt of Day 6
>>80054267Weird Route Ferris Wheel scene for the Festival maybe?
>>80054267Don't have any reqs but I just wanted to thank you for everything you've made for us
>>80054773thanks anon, just trying to put some content into the thread.>>80054501this is a good idea, but i'm trying to keep it light hearted for the chistmas season and that would be intense
>>80055080Understandable
>Noelle finds this sexy
>>80054773Noelle was probably such a huge crybaby when she was young. The mere instant that we see her cry as a teenager will absolutely destroy my soul
>>80055204he looks like a caveman (and he probably acts like one too hot)
>>80054913Spooky sisters
>>80055204Built for hunting and eating deer monsters
>>80055402Thorn Ringed Noelle on the leftDess Knight on the rightKris, wishing for death, in the center
>>80055204it looks like kris is wearing long johns
>>80055402>>80055522>Dess was addicted to smoking shadow crystals>She just pawned Kris off to the cat in the bunker and promptly OD on that dark matterthe face of addiction
Saturday Night Swappin'
>>80055633Sounds like an absolutely horrid neglectful Dessmom AU.
what kind of prize would little kris win for noelle at the festival that she would like? if a stuffed animal, what animal?
>>80055841giraffe>"hey look elly">"its you, but long"
>>80053586Hope y’all are going to church
>>80055522He is so doomed
>>80055204>>80055554
>>80055882how religious do you think the doe is
>>80055633>Dess overdoses behind a tree just nearby>Kris manages to barely escape the clutches of whatever was inside that shelter>too dark to see, afraid of being caught>runs ahead and stumbles over a root, landing into a firm, clothed object>it was lukewarm>"Dess?">realizes it was her leg after groping about in the moonless night>feels the fur of her arm, the fabric of her top>still as a statue and bathed in blackness, Kris can tell she isn't moving>"Why won't you talk? Dess!">Kris' eyes began to burn as he nuzzled into her chest for warmth>"I-It's not funny anymore... please talk...!">but it wasn't the same; the warmth of her body had begun to fade>there he lay, nestled against her. until the sun rose
>>80055984Very but it's a pagan knockoff of New England Episcopalianism so it entails basically no moral obligations beyond a vague "be nice"
>>80055882Noelle sometimes wonders if she could've converted Kris fully had she simply tried a little harder.
>>80055204I'm not even a usual krisrotter and find it sexy... Hubba hubba
>>80056049>>80056060I really do hope there’s more occultist themes in the later chapters
>>80055882angel doe…
>>80055924>Thorned Noelle holding Kris' arm, slowly enveloping it in ice until he loses all sensation>Knight Dess squeezing Kris' hand, partially giving it a Dark World color palette
>>80056049someone should teach her christianity
Doe butte
>>80057692butte?!
>>80057692Ustenko
>>80057883
>>80057928I'm paying more attention to the tail than butte.
>>80053586>>80054267Kriselle Week Day 6Part 1 - Festival>You are a young Noelle Holiday.>And you're at the festival, wandering the grounds with Kris.>Both of your parents and siblings are around nearby and you all know everyone here, so they let you go around without direct supervision.>Kris thinks it's cool.>You think it's cool and a little scary.>The two of you just bought some big soft salted pretzels.>They're delicious.>Until you trip and yours becomes more dirted pretzel than salted pretzel.>Kris helps you up, but you still lament the loss of your snack.>You're about to tear up until you feel something pressing into your cheek.>Kris broke half of his pretzel off and is handing it to you.>You tear up for a different reason and hug him.>He looks embarrassed, or would if you could see his face.>After you break off the hug you take the proffered pretzel portion and return to your trek in much higher spirits.>Unfortunately, you remember as you arrive, your destination was the Hall of Mirrors.>You truly have no idea how Kris walks around in there like it's a normal hallway.>Over the next while, you're subject to a number of pranks ranging from jumpscares to Kris simply disappearing and leaving you lost for a minute.>For some reason, even though you're just standing there with your reflections, the latter one is the scariest.>Once he's back by your side, you grip his arm tightly and don't let go for a while even after you're outside.>Your meandering exploration eventually ends near the festival games.>You do your best, but you're not very good at them.>Kris wins the balloon dart game grand prize on the first try and picks a huge giraffe.>He hands you it and says it looks like you if you stretched out your neck longways.>You snort out a laugh but take it and thank him.>He asks if you want to go on some rides now, and you agree.>You go through all the classics before you get to The Big One.>The one Kris wasn't allowed to ride yet last year.
>>80058081>The two of you stride up to the line together with as much confidence as you can muster and wait your turn.>When it finally comes, you check your height first.>You know you'll pass, even without your horns.>And you do!>But then it's Kris's turn.>He nervously steps up and stands as straight and tall as he can without going on his toes.>Only a second passes before the judgement is made, but it feels like an eternity.>The outcome is grim.>The ride operator shakes his head and says, like a doctor delivering an terminal prognosis, that Kris is still too short for the big coaster this year.>You're about to tease him and gloat a little, but when you glance over at him he looks dejected.>So instead you just take his hand and walk away.>You resolve to cheer him up, at any cost.>And as you march with Kris in tow towards Toriel's pie stand, you know that that price is $2 per slice.>Or $2.50 if he wants the scoop of ice cream on top.>And that's a price you're willing to pay.
>>80058097Part 2 - Christmas>You are a young Noelle Holiday.>AND IT>IS>CHRIIIISTMAAAAS!!!>WOOOOO!!!>You are so excited about this information.>You rummage frantically through the stuffed stocking at the foot of your bed like the starving opossum you aren't.>It's still early, so you while away the time toying with the knickknacks and little things that Santa picked just for you.>The holiday cheerometer in your body is rapidly reaching critical levels.>Eventually you can't take waiting any longer, so you burst out of your room and prance down the stairs, crossing several with each jubilant stride.>Your mom and dad are already up, thank the Angel.>Dad is sitting on the couch with a mug of hot cocoa in one hand and the other arm draped lovingly around mom's shoulders.>Your mom has her legs across your dad's lap, and is nursing a delicious mug of pure eggnog.>You run over and give each of them a big hug and wish them a very loud Merry Christmas.>They return the hugs and the Merry Christmas with interest.>Then you ask them if it's time to wake Dess up yet.>They look to each other and then nod at you with mischievous smirks.>You know what you must do.>You were born for this.>Your hooves stomp back up the stairs at speeds only possible for excited children and professional athletes.>Dess's door is flung open, slamming into the springy doorstopper behind it hard enough to knock a few years off the lifespan of its coils.>Before she could even begin to react to that noise, you're already jumping onto her bed and saying that it's Christmas as quickly and younger siblingly as possible.>She opens one eye and glares at you with as much hate as she can muster.>Which is almost none, unfortunately for her.>So she gives up that angle and snatches you into her blanket tomb to hold you prisoner.>You struggle with all your might, which is unfortunately also almost none.>You're forced to bring out your trump cards.
>>80058115>You activate your doe eyes and incessant whining, which is able to quickly wear down her resistance to the yuletide spirit.>With the grogginess of a particularly festive zombie, she rises from her grave, stretches, and begrudgingly stands.>She then slings you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and trudges downstairs, yawning every few steps.>Luckily she's learned to sleep in her full outfit on Christmas Eve by now, since you do this every year.>Just as the two of you finally get to the bottom of the stairs, the doorbell rings.>You scramble off of Dess's shoulder and sprint over to open the door.>It's your family's turn to host Christmas this year, and you are an excellent host.>The door swings open to reveal exactly what you expected, Uncle Asgore and Auntie Toriel with Azzy and Krismas.>The adults are in matching Santa suits while Azzy and Kris are wearing truly eye-watering sweaters (and also Santa hats).>You launch yourself at each of them in succession like a cheer-seeking glomp missile, nearly toppling Kris when you get to him.>He squeezes you like a giant squeaky toy in revenge.>You consider it even.>After you usher them in, everyone has a wonderful morning opening presents together.>Then people break off into pairs to hang out and bask in the holiday spirit.>Asgore and Rudy take up spots on the couch in front of the TV.>Dess and Azzy disappear into her room.>Carol and Toriel vanish to do mom stuff or something.>Which leaves you and Krismas to play with your new toys.>Throughout the day, you spot mistletoe that you don't remember being hung up before, usually near but not quite above wherever you and Kris are at the time.>Weird.>Unbeknownst to you, your mom and Toriel have been throwing nails with mistletoe on them into the ceiling while stalking the two of you all day.>And just barely missing each time.>Later in the day, you hear a small thunk and look up, seeing another misplaced decoration barely not above you.
>>80058139>You hear someone mutter something under their breath near your door and look back.>You spot the moms looking in from either side of the door, presumably checking in on you.>So, without noticing your mom's strained smile, you wave happily at them.>They come in to say hello and chat, but eventually walk thoughtlessly under the mistletoe that appeared mysteriously almost but not quite above you and Kris.>You giggle and say you guess that Auntie Toriel and your mom have to kiss now before taking Kris's hand to go play elsewhere.>As you round the corner out of the room with Kris while laughing at your joke, you don't see the frustrated steam of a doe whose aim has been off for hours billowing from your mom's ears.>You also don't see her roughly grab Toriel, dip her, snog her passionately, and drop her to the ground to lay there dazed and blushing with swirly eyes.>Nor do you see her wiping her lips with her sleeve and readjusting her festive attire back to perfection before walking away like nothing happened.>Blissfully unaware, you drag Kris off for some Christmas specials.>Your parents are off in the kitchen starting the dinner preparations, so it's just the two of you.>As you're about to sit down, you stretch a little.>Causing you to look up.>Mistletoe.>You remember hanging this one.>Your eyes go wide and your face flushes.>You look around like a wanted criminal before planting a chaste little kiss on Kris's cheek.>He turns redder than a tomato and freezes.>Neither of you see your moms peeking in from the kitchen before looking at each other.>Exasperated at first, but then nodding in approval and shaking hands like a longstanding business deal has finally been successfully closed.>More embarrassed than you've ever been in your life, you sprint to your room and shut the door behind you.>You grab and scream into your big giraffe plush.>You can't BELIEVE you kissed Kris like that.>Oh Angel, you really hope he doesn't get pregnant.
