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Deltarune prediction :P

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MERRY KRISMAS!

Bonus sketch:

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Dess felt as if time slowed down as she waited for Noelle to address her question. She braced for the worse, mentally steeling her nerves to handle the potential possibility of her sister being furious with her. It felt awful with the tension hanging in the air, unsure if her sister even recognized her or if she did rather she was even happy to see her after all this time. She could understand if Noelle would snap at her demanding answers of why she left and that's even if Noelle wanted them to begin with, or just wanted to be angry with her just showing up out of the blue after years of mourning a loss of someone that wasn't truly dead.

Dess' eyes light up at her sister's recognition of her. She was grateful for the other even remembering her name, it had been so long that she's even heard it, it brought back that nostalgic rush as well as the pangs of knowing how long she's left her sister seeing the tears prick at her sisters eyes, she wanted to reach out and give the other a long hug and let her cry it out, but she didn't since Noelle seemed to need more time to register that she was actually there and not some sort of daydream. She honestly understood the feeling when anyone would gently tug at her coat the way her sister would when they were younger.

Dess' heart dropped at the question if she were real. Part of her cursed her initial departure from their family home, her weakness to endure just a little more for her sister. How many times has she had moments like this where she'd think she'd saw her only for it to be a daydream? She couldn't fight off the need to hug her sister any more. She pulled the other close to her, being gentle of her antlers pulling her close and berrying her head against the other's as if she were protecting her from a thunderstorm. "I'm as real as it gets, Elly." She muttered under her breath. "I'm so sorry for being away for so long."

A Christmas Miracle

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Christmas Eve has always been a busy time at the Holiday household, Noelle would usually be helping her dad decorate while her mother was at work, give her something nice to come home to, but with him in the hospital there was only so much that Noelle could do on her own, and she had already done it all, because the house was never this empty, never at Christmas.

This time of year only made her miss her sister even more, Noelle had never given it much thought but her father always seemed to have a little more decorating for them to do every day and it was always enough to help her keep her mind off of it. Probably was as much for her as it was for him… she would be with him right now if it weren’t for visiting hours being over. Her mother wasn’t home yet, so she was sitting alone amidst the softly blinking Christmas lights and cinnamon scented pinecones.

It was too much for her to take right now, she needed to get out of there. Pulling her coat on she took off into the early evening, she didn’t realize where she was going until she came face to face with it; the old sledding hill. A slight smile played across her face as she made her way up to the top, she and Dess used to come here every year when they were little.

From the top of the hill everything looked so small, the lights in the windows of the town glowed warmly, her own house was a beacon of Christmas spirit, it looked so picturesque from up here, like a scene printed on the side of a hot cocoa mug… and yet Noelle felt tears welling up in her eyes blurring the beautiful scene, but she was so focused on not crying that she didn’t notice the sound of familiar hoof steps in the snow .

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It was Christmas Eve... a particularly lonely one at that. Dess always felt the double bladed edge of nostalgia for the season. She remembered Noelle and Dad working on decorations as she looked at the display shelves of the windows in the stores as she passed by them on her way home. The smell of fresh baked cookies wafted in the air reminded her of when she was younger, working on little gingerbread monsters and houses in the kitchen so there'd be a center piece for dinner when their mother got home from work.

Her mind felt like a snow globe that kept getting shaken up at every new thought that popped into it. She hear the sound of the town's children laughing and they reminded her of Noelle even more. She wondered how Noelle was.

Maybe that's why Dess found herself driving back to Hometown. Just to see how they were doing. She lost count of how many days she was away, how many days she had gone by a new name in a different town... wondering if her sister could forgive her, or even if she would forgive her for leaving without so much as an explanation.

Dess went to the one quiet place in Hometown she felt that she could get some time to think away from the kids and hustle and bustle of the holiday festivities. She hiked up the hill, memories playing out in her mind of when she'd go sledding with her sister. She wondered if Noelle remembered those good times or if those faded away since she left, did she go sledding by herself or maybe she tried doing so with their dad or maybe Kris, they were friends, ... weren't they?

As Dess climbed up that ol' hill, her eyes were greeted with a sight for sore eyes. Noelle sitting on top of the hill, backlit with the festive lights from the winter time celebration down in Hometown. She didn't speak, she didn't move, she was almost like a deer in the headlights as she overanalyzed everything in that moment. Noelle was alone, there wasn't a sled in sight, much less anyone else who she looked to be sharing the moment with. She felt the cold chill of the winter air nipping at her nose. She walked forward, ever so hesitantly reaching out, almost as if Noelle were this fragile elaborate sculpture that were to break at even the slightest of taps.

She held herself back, taking a moment to herself to steel her resolve just incase the worst were to happen and the well of their sibling relationship was poisoned in anyway. Dess looked at Noelle before taking another few steps forward into the crunchy snow, honestly surprised that she hadn't jumped out of her skin, maybe there was a lot on her mind just as much as there was her own.

"Hey... this seat taken?" She said in the most gentle tone she could muster as to not scare her sister half to death.

A Christmas Miracle

Closed starter || fluff verse || @dess-the-halls

Christmas Eve has always been a busy time at the Holiday household, Noelle would usually be helping her dad decorate while her mother was at work, give her something nice to come home to, but with him in the hospital there was only so much that Noelle could do on her own, and she had already done it all, because the house was never this empty, never at Christmas.

This time of year only made her miss her sister even more, Noelle had never given it much thought but her father always seemed to have a little more decorating for them to do every day and it was always enough to help her keep her mind off of it. Probably was as much for her as it was for him… she would be with him right now if it weren’t for visiting hours being over. Her mother wasn’t home yet, so she was sitting alone amidst the softly blinking Christmas lights and cinnamon scented pinecones.

It was too much for her to take right now, she needed to get out of there. Pulling her coat on she took off into the early evening, she didn’t realize where she was going until she came face to face with it; the old sledding hill. A slight smile played across her face as she made her way up to the top, she and Dess used to come here every year when they were little.

From the top of the hill everything looked so small, the lights in the windows of the town glowed warmly, her own house was a beacon of Christmas spirit, it looked so picturesque from up here, like a scene printed on the side of a hot cocoa mug… and yet Noelle felt tears welling up in her eyes blurring the beautiful scene, but she was so focused on not crying that she didn’t notice the sound of familiar hoof steps in the snow .

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Guess who decided to make an expression meme because they were bored?

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I'm taking a month long hiatus from tumblr.

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I'm taking a month long hiatus from tumblr.

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stupid

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unfinished

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rb and put in the tags your username without using the middle row of the keyboard

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send an IN CHARACTER unpopular opinion and my character will tell you whether they agree with it or not!

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berdly has been found dead in hometown

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what kind of texter is your muse? do they send multiple messages at once? do they forget to respond to messages often? do they use gifs? emojis?

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( Dess is what I'd like to call the metronome texter. She can be super active talking to one person giving long walls of text, but can also be in a active group chat and shout out random things that have nothing to do with the topic at hand just to see how badly it would derail the conversation... like can you imagine texting group plans about how you're all going to this concert and how it's gonna be great because of the set list and December Holiday sends a one word text with no context for anyone involved like:

( inspired by Smokeebee: X )

and also can and would completely forget to hit send and wonder why the other person hasn't texted them back, get mad and then feel stupid when they see the untyped message still sitting there in the send box, or having sent it but it being undelivered. )

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who is your muse's favorite person and why?

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( Dess' favorite person is Noelle, she's her sister and she loves her dearly. A close second would be a tie between Asriel, who was someone with in her age group and was her friend, and Kris, even if they are a trouble maker. )

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Context?

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( While Dess was still living with her family. Berdly was over for a study session with Noelle. Dess brought in drinks for the three of them while she was working on her own homework on her laptop while the other two were doing theirs... Rudy asked for help in the kitchen and Dess volunteered leaving her drink unattended and unfortunately, it was right next to Berdly's cup, and the each other took a swig of the other's drink... which wouldn't have been the biggest deal if Dess wasn't drinking eggnog, and Berdly wasn't drinking hot cocoa. The temperature shift and the taste of something that wasn't her drink to begin with was truly a horrid experience.)

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what's one memory your muse wishes they could forget forever?

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( The backwash incident.)

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what's one thing your muse has too much of but can't stop buying?

In Depth Headcanon Questions Collection #1 | Accepting

( I feel like the one thing that Dess has too much of but can't stop herself would be guitar picks. There's her go to one that she would use to actually play her guitar, but there's like so many more she has that are more like souvenirs. )