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>>81149766
>>81149388December having this morose relationship with Gaster where she feels like he isn't taking her situation seriously or isn't capable of doing so. From her perspective, the good doctor comes off as this grandfatherly figure suffering from early-onset dementia and thus everything that comes out of his mouth is better off disregarded lest it cast her further into insanity, but the truth is that he's a lightly-considerate caretaker who nonetheless cares for her where he can despite remaining entirely blinded by the prophecy, Dess' future part to play in it all and her unwillingness to do so.
The doe and the boye...
>>81149779from last thread
i really hope susie doesn't die man
>>81150059kris can roll...
>>81150094December can shield
Noelle becoming desensitized to the Vessel overenthusiastically gifting her human organs every Christmas
>>81150088wrong thread i'm guessing but she does have a lot of death flags.
>>81150202no i just thought about that stealth chrono trigger reference in the sound of justice's fight and how she was the only one shown in toby's initial sprite style for the game which imitated CT too... it makes me sad. i genuinely believe susie is the dictating force between kriselle happening (in a good way, not in a "in the middle of them" way) but god i don't want it to happen like this
>>81150094>>81150110?
>>81150236Initial sprite style? Huh?
>>81150291IDPD
>>81150236meant regular gerson fight not the evil gerson statue
>>81150349The Deltarune Chapter 1 stream Toby did featured concept art that showed Deltarune was originally stylized to resemble Chrono Trigger
>>81150349>>81150398wonder what Noelle would look like in this artstyle
>>81150353I'm completely media illiterate, so this doesn't tell me anything.
*stares at one another*
I wanna draw some momdyne, I'll take some requestsnon momdyne is fine too
>>81150462More Carol pls, you draw her very good
>>81150462momdyne and kris matching halloween costumes, maybe pirates
>>81150448Just look it up
>>81150462Puppy Kris on a leash in his underwear sporting a large leaking bulge.
>>81150462noelle breaking down crying and sobbing while looking at her krish for no reason
>>81150462Dess in her wheelchair flying off a cliff trying to look cool (she ends up with 49 broken bones).
>>81150513Sorry, what does rolling, shielding and being wanted have to do with disabled people?
>>81150610Have you tried scrolling down on the results page
>>81150655To find something when I have no idea what I'm looking for?
>>81150683I'm sorry but you suffer from mental retardation since you can't associate "interdimentional police department" with being wanted
>>81150799Ok. This is why I never talk to people.
>>81149870This makes think of a scenario where Noelle does something bad and she's so worried about what her mom and dess will think so Kris willingly takes the blame for her sake and then gets punished for it
>>81150462whatever this is
>>81150462Frigid trying in vain to help Kris and B!Susie with their project
>>81150829it's a reference to Nuclear Throne
>>81150462idk something something kris saying he's going to beat the shit out of the dipshits who kidnapped his mom(he's not working with the knight) while noelle just sweats in the background(she is)
Show these cows what you're made of; they love the force.
>>81150483
>>81151490cute!
>>81151490Thank you so much for doing my request! so cute
>>81151490She pried that hook out of the mouth of a 20ft river monster.
>>81151648Onion ate a guy?
>>81151734Dess tricked him into thinking a cool tongue piercing would make him more friends. How little he knew...
>>81149779
>>81151784Cute sister does
>>81151020
>>81151784arrow antlers are very rare
>>81151784Her dumb ass is playing Picross >>81151860Accurate lol
>>81149779>The Holidays and the Dreemurs are planning a little vacation>They pile into a big van and drive deep into the mountains to a rented cabin. >Generally the mood is stoked, although Dess is annoyed>The trip there was especially irritating, folding her lanky body up in the cramped backseat.>With Asgore in front of her, Toriel to the left, Azzy to the right, Noelle next to Rudy and Kris on her lap, her knees are forced to stay in a raised position for the entire 4 hour drive.>Having the little human on her lap for the entire trip doesn't help either, of course. >For the first three hours, Kris's hyperactive self wriggles and fidgets>She doesn't blame him, they are probably uncomfortable. >They turn one way, they rest on Asriel's shoulder, he gently pushes them off>They turn the other, they rest on Toriel's shoulder, she pushes them off>"Kris dear, don't lean on me." >The goat mom says before Kris resumes sitting normally on Dess>The barely contained irritation on her voice makes Dess wince internally before she wraps her arms around the human.>"It's fine bud, you can lean on me, just don't toss and turn, 'kay?">Kris doesn't move after that. Thirty minutes after their two hour food n' stretch break, Kris is asleep in her arms, peacefully resting against her ribs1/?
>>81151957>They look so peaceful like that, so content.>Their arm is entangled in her own, hugging it close as if a comforting plush.>It reminds her of how things were 7 years ago, when the adults would go on a trip and it would be up to Asriel and her to watch the grubs. >Onesie-clad Nellie already up and walking shortly after birth and Kris swaddled in her arms, drinking greedily from a bottle. >While they drove the two teenagers crazy, they took care of them just fine. >It was just another obnoxious "responsibility" at first, it wasn't until the little Kris-chrysalis burbled out a word that gave her pause>"ma-... mama...">Their little hand reaching out to her, grasping her pinkie>At the time she rejected the title. After all, Kris was not her fawn, Kris was the Dreemur's kid, she was just looking after them. >"No. No, not Mama, Dess. December. Dess-ember. Not Mama.">Asriel thought it was funny, he even recorded it on his camcorder to show his mom later.>The low res, low audio quality recording showing a significantly shorter Dess Holiday holding a small bundle.>Her face is pink, her hair is highlighter yellow from a bad dye job. Her braces are still in and her clothing is a mix of black and pink. >"...'cember..." >the bundle mewls. Dess rocks it gently>"Yes, December. Just December, okay? Not your mama.">Toriel watched the video, Asgore laughed that Kris hadn't spoken their first words yet. >His booming kick-drum voice didn't fully distract the embarrassed Dess from the look Miss Dreemur had given her.>One that never fully left her gaze from then on out, an accusing look. >As if she had stolen something from her that couldn't be replaced. 2/?
>>81151982>It didn't help Kris would cry relentlessly at times, seemingly unable to be calmed by the goats.>But with Dess they would be a sweet little mumbling bundle, only crying if they were separated from someones arms for too long. >Kris is, was and always will be a cuddle bug>Lost in memories, Dess finds herself nodding off herself, the meal settling her mind into rest-and-digest mode. >It isn't long until both of them are asleep and leaning against a very uncomfortable Azzy. >Asgore quietly chuckles and takes a picture. Toriel frets over her oldest.>Hour and a half later, they pile out of the van and settle in. >Kris holds Dess's hand, the lingering warmth felt nice.>Be Kris>7 years old>itty bitty creature>You have had a lot of fun these last couple of days, running around the cabin's big yard, catching bugs, you think you saw a cat somewhere in the bushes.>Not to mention hide and seek with Noelle has been great, the cabin is so much bigger than your house.>You get a whole room to yourself, which is pretty cool. It's nice to wake up and not hear Asriel furiously applying leave-in conditioner to his coat. >Uncle Rudy, Asriel and Dad went on a fishing trip today, one that started in the morning and ended in the afternoon. >By then, you are all tired and hungry. By the time you make it back to the cabin it is starting to get dark.>You see Mom and Aunt Carol flitting about the cabin's kitchen, Noelle is reading a book on one of the overstuffed couches>Aunt Carol's icepick features grace you all with a warm smile "Food will be ready soon. Could one of you get December? I believe she is by the edge of the lake.">Dess Holiday.>The staggeringly tall older sister of Noelle. >Her head is an unruly shock of inky spikes, her antlers are angular and sharpened to points. Both are black. >You swear she only speaks in scoffs and sarcasm, and when you are roughhousing, you get the mean end of her wiffle bat. 3/?
THE /doe/ GREENTEXT RENAISSANCE IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>81152019>>81152033joyous day........ i fought and bled for this moment...
>>81152019>Sometimes with her downright spindly frame, if you catch her out of the corner of your eye, she is borderline uncanny.>And yet... You feel safe around her. >Something that draws you in, It's a similar feeling to Mom, but different. >You feel it more when Dess smiles and laughs, when she ruffles your hair or something catches her off guard.>When she isn't so stoic and moody. A softness behind thorns. >Asriel teases you sometimes that you have a crush on his girlfriend, but it's not that. >Nowhere close. It's like her presence was gently smushed into you long ago. >Sometimes when you are sad and your feelings are all tangled braids of pain, you think about her. >So you volunteer, despite how tired you are, hungry you are, all of that.>A little too loudly, Everyone seems to giggle at your eagerness, except Mom. >It makes you blush.>You make your way outside. >What greets you is the beginning of a cool evening. The smell of a campfire is on your nose, the sound of crickets chirping greets your ears. Evening dew settles it's chthonic embrace on your skin. >You feast your eyes on the thick painted bands of light as Mr. Sol reaches the end of his day of life.>Everything feels vivid, you begin to trot out to the trail that leads to the lake. >It isn't long until you reach the edge. Before you do, something comes to mind. >The comforting smell of a campfire is replaced by a different one. One you recognize. >Something sweet, smooth and carrying the notes of vanilla. >Someone is smoking out there.>Cigarettes were something you were heavily warned against during school.>You were told over and over, they were coffin nails. Smoking surely leads to death from the inside that rots everything around the smoker.>That children who's parents smoke suffer, that their walls are stained, their clothing, their very being is saturated with corruption. >Steeped in death, smoking is something never to be touched. 4/?
>>81150528
>>81151860It's so good, thank you spry!
>>81152056Who could be smoking? Dess? No, it can't be her. It must be someone else. A stranger. >You think you see that cat flitting about the underbrush, a glint of charcoal black with yellow reflecting the dying sun>You didn't notice when your hands began to fidget with the edge of your shirt, the smell has you on edge.>You have to find Dess, so you pick up the pace. >Sneakers tromping against packed dirt, you round a corner of dense trees and try to ignore the subtle accents of grey that hang in air. >It can't be her.>But there she is, jacket flopped over the wooden fence, staring out onto the lake. >Holding something up to her mouth, a white cloud billows out of her mouth that surely must be her soul. >Dess is smoking. She has yet to notice you. She takes another drag and the tip glows blown glass red. >Calcified, you stand there and watch her.>It isn't until she catches you out of the corner of your eye that she chokes on the smoke>Her cheeks puff out like a dog caught eating from the table and she breaks into a cough, death billows out of her nose and mouth.>"God- gah- Krismas, w- how long h-have you been-">She flicks the smoke into the lake, it trails into the water and disappears>Straightening, she clears her throat and flashes an awkward smile, a gleam of white in the fading gold>"H-hey Krismas, h-how, uh... What's up? What's shakin'? f-fahah... ha...">You stand there, blinking before remembering why you are here.>You begin to stutter "M-mom and Carol said uh, d-dinner is ready.">"Cool, cool. Neat. Uh...">She looks like she wants to say something, but can't seem to bring herself to. "...Well, come on bud.">Stiffly she strides towards you, reaching out to your hair before retracting her hand just as quickly>You follow her in silence, she zips up her jacket.5/?
>>81152078oh my god what the fuck that's a perfectly good reason to be crying and sobbing auugghhhhhh!!!
>>81152100>She glances behind her at you, but breaks eye contact>A heartbeat passes>"So, uh, did you have fun on the fishing trip?">"...Y-yeah, uh... A trout smacked Azzy in the face, heh...">"Cool, hah, wish I was there...">Despite it, your mind isn't there>You can't stop thinking about her smoking>Smoking means death>How long had she been doing this? Is she addicted? Is she going to die?>Is Nellie getting hurt by this? Why would Dess do this?>Doesn't she care about her? Doesn't she care about you?>Doesn't she care about anything?>Your thoughts continue to race, twisting and tearing each other apart. >They bleed tears, and it begins to spill from your eyes>It's all too much, all too quickly>"Hey, what-">Dess freezes, you stop as well.>Your breathing is quickening, your face feels hot. >You exhale in fast, staggering, stilted breaths. Hiccuping out your feelings. "Hey, hey, hey, Kris. What's wrong?">Taking a step towards you, she kneels and gently grabs your shoulder>Her grip is steady and strong, You can't help but lean into it. >It's as if your soul is a fitted grip, and she is the hand by which it is for. >You babble something about smoking, asking her why over and over, if she doesn't love people, your brother, her sister, you>"No, no Kris. Of course I love them, I love you. Where is this coming from buddy?">Her voice is coffee with cream and sugar. Smooth, sweet with all of it's normal roughness sanded down. It's just right. >It's a voice you have only heard a couple of times, but it feels like you have heard it your whole life. >Reserved for Noelle and you. >You sob, she pulls you into her embrace and rubs your back with one hand and strokes your head with another. >Leading you closer, she lets you rest on her jacket'd shoulder. You smell smoke clinging to her.>You stammer something about her dying, about how smoking is terrible, asking why she would hurt herself.>She doesn't say anything, but she does hold you tighter6/?
>>81152122>The only sound that escapes her is a soothing "shhhh", comparable to angel hair in it's softness.>You ask if it's you, if you are stressing her out, if you are the reason why she smokes>You don't say that you think you are the reason why other people fight as well >She shakes her head immediately and strongly, letting you pull away to look you in the eye >It's rare to see her face this close. You see the dark circles under her eyes, the deep black of her iris, lava glass hair sits in a shaggy mound>"No. Kris, It isn't you. Okay?" >She wipes your tears with her fingerless gloves, you nuzzle her hand unconsciously>A sad smile graces her lips>"I'm not going to leave you, Kris. I'm not going anywhere. Listen. I'm... not the best with words, but I think this'll make you feel better.">She takes you by the hand and leads you back to the lake>Rummaging through her jacket, she takes out a small box and a lighter>It looks small in her hands, like a deck of cards and a weird toy, almost insignificant"See? These are all the ones I got.">She rears her arm back, and you get to witness the December Holiday fastball once again>Whipping her shoulder, the pack and the lighter go spinning into the air>They tumble further and further away until they splash soundlessly under the surface>"Never again, I promise.">You look up to her, she looks down at you. She observes the dried tears on your cheeks>You offer your pinky, she accepts it. She smiles and you find yourself doing the same>"Come on, you are probably hungry.">Her arms scoop you up and hold you close>It's a position that feels familiar and deliciously relaxing>Like an achingly unsolved puzzle having it's pieces elegantly slid into place>You find yourself letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your shoulders and back unwind>Tired from the day and your meltdown, you find your mind slipping into wonderful nothing. >It's just you and her. She loves you. All is well. 7/7
>>81151860the cold but loveable yapper
>>81152078her face makes me sad :c
>>81152165bless you whump... and fuck toriel
>>81152078Did the water suddenly evaporate overnight?No, this was staged, someone killed this Krish.
>>81152391
How will the Holidays, Dreemurrs and the class react to this vessel creature now living among them?
>>81152539That depends on how it actsIf it gives its "parents" strange, writhing chunks of flesh I doubt they will be appreciative
>>81152539I'd imagine Kris sees her for the first time, has a panic attack because she looks like noelle but ebil, and then has a full on autism attack when solstice initially confuses him for a fellow vessel
>>81150481
>>81151982>Nellie already up and walking shortly after birthTHE WEAK MUST FEAR THE STRONG
