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June 3rd, 2019

Clip, clop, clip, clop... Noelle’s hoofed footfalls tapped up the sidewalk, followed by the sound of the little red wagon being dragged behind her; carrying the many, many spoils of her birthday celebration; video games, treats, flowers, a hand-woven doll, a whole cake... and a lot of wonderful new memories.

Even still, while her mood had skyrocketed ever since getting even just one gift... her smile started to fade as she approached the imposing black gates that oh so often barred entrance to her home, thanks to her mother’s... ‘forgetfulness’.

Green eyes stare up at the bars as she came to a stop in front of it, buckteeth softly digging into her bottom lip... wondering if she should just head back up to Kris’s house. Like she had yesterday, not even bothering to try to get inside before... but, no, that would be rude of her to do.

She could deal with getting locked out again. Just like any other day.

Fruitlessly as it might be, a hand reached out to give the gate a tug... her eyes going wide as it came open without an ounce of resistance; it was unlocked.

... she almost didn’t think to actually walk in for a moment, too surprised at the sudden change to what had become her routine. After a solid amount of silence, though, her brain starts working again and she quickly scampers herself & her presents inside... closing the gate behind her, for once.

And after the walk up to her actual front door, she found it unlocked, too. Part of her wondered if they’d been robbed, but as soon as the door was open she could see that wasn’t the case; the house was pristine as ever. Still no sight of her mother, though.

Not that she was... entirely opposed to that, sad as it is. Hence why she tried her best remain quiet as she brought her gifts inside; putting the cake in the fridge and setting up the new Nintend0 in the living room before grabbing an empty vase for her flowers and carrying the rest of her gifts up the stairs to her room. Thank Santa for carpeted steps...

Her gaze fell upon the closed door to her mother’s study as she rounded the top of the stairs, stopping to listen... sure enough, the usual sounds of her ‘going about her business’ could be heard; the distinct sounds of a wineglass clinking against her desk being the most prominent among them.

Eyes fell to the ground and, with a shake of her head, she skulked to her room, sliding it open and quickly slipping inside. Eager to put her gifts away.

A smile managed to grace her face once more as she set the flowers on her bedside table and the plushie made in her dark world likeness on her pillow, taking a moment to just sit there and enjoy the fond memories they brought.

Until the silence was broken by sudden “Good evening.” from behind her.  The sound of which made her instantly spin around and straighten her posture.

“G-good evening to you too, mom!” She sputtered out, arms crossing behind her back instinctively as she faced her mother; stood in the doorway, wineglass in hand, and a red bathrobe wrapped snugly around her small frame.

“You didn’t come home yesterday. Are you trying to worry me into an early grave, young lady?” The white rabbit asked, seemingly in jest, as she waltzed in; looking her daughter up and down. “Where were you?”

“Oh, um... I’m sorry, mom! I didn’t mean for that...” Noelle said, quick to swallow any gripe she may have had at the thought she’d actually be ‘worried’ about her. “It’s just... K-Kris... they invited me over for my birthday!

I know, should’ve told you first, I’m-...” Her apology is swiftly interrupted by a audible ‘Oooh!’ from her mother as her wandering eyes caught sight of the doll sitting atop her pillow, red eyes going wide as she walked over to examine it.

“Little Kris didn’t make this for you, did they?” She said, absolutely enamored with the hand-stitched plush’s quality... and how adorable it’s outfit was! 

“U... um, no, that was from someone else at... at school.” I mean, it wasn’t technically a lie, but it still sounded like one regardless. “Kris got me... well, got us a new Nintend0! It’s downstairs if you want to-!”

And once again, the poor girl gets interrupted- her oddly excited mother reaching over the bed gingerly snatching one of the flowers from the bouquet on her nightstand. “Now these are from Kris, I bet! I recognize his father’s flowers anywhere!” Her rabbit nose twitches as she gave the flower a sniff, an uncharacteristic smile on her face as she slid it back into the vase.

Noelle... was visibly confused at this point, and couldn’t do much more than nod as she sat down on the bed beside her, clasping her hands together in silence. This was, like... really weird. But,  also kind of nice? Almost felt...

“... they asked you out, didn’t they?” 

! ! ! ! !

“E... excuse me?” Her voice came out as a squeak, face flushing pink and her nose glowing bright at the sudden jump in the level of questioning. “On a date, sweetheart. Why else would they give pretty girl like you a bouquet?

Unless they inherited that habit from Asgore, which I doubt.” 

Oh, they’re doing this. This is what they’re doing now. Sweet Santa Claus... “Well... n-no, they didn’t, they... they were just being nice...!” She’s stammering now, and her mother’s squinted gaze certainly isn’t helping.

“... hm. I suppose he did inherit it, then.” The white rabbit said, taking a sip of her whine... not sounding at all convinced of that fact, but she knew her daughter wasn’t lying so there was no point arguing with her. She’ll give it a month.

Finally. She’s finally given a moment to breath....

“Then who did ask you out, hm?”

“ WH... WHA... HOW DID YOU...?!”

An amused chortle from her mom broke the poor girl’s squealing, interrupting her for the third time in the span of a few minutes. “Well, I didn’t. Until now.”

... the fawn’s eye twitched. Once, then twice, then finally the poor deer collapsed onto her pillow in utter defeat, while her mother sat there sipping her wine smugly over her. All too proud of her successful interrogation.

“So, who was it~? A boy from your class? It better not be that Nerdly kid. I’ll kick his ass. You deserve better than that.”

... blink, blink. Her ears couldn’t help but perk up hearing such a familiar sentiment from a completely different source... had she been talking to dad lately? “... n... no, actually, it was... well...” Stars, this was gonna be weird to-

“So it was a girl, then? Interesting. Gotta be something really special if even the girls wanna ask you out, hon.” The... praise(?) was accompanied by a gentle little clap of her paws, apparently pleased with this realization... leaving her daughter utterly perplexed. “You... you don’t mind?”

And there’s that chirping laugh again.

“Mind? Sweetheart, if things had gone just a hair differently in college I’d have been the one married Toriel and Rudy’ be off growing flowers with Asgore.

How is she, by the way? Bet the dinner she served last night was delicious.”

... the only response she got was her daughter screaming into her pillow after the mental images she’d just put in the poor girl’s head. Not that she minded that, either; why else would she throw something like that at her?

She gives the fawn a moment to work it out, patting her shoulder as a comfort, even as the amused smile was still on her face. “So, really, who’s the lucky girl?”

... deep (pillow) breath. Noelle manages to pull herself up, snatching up the doll Ralsei had made her and hugging it tightly before, sheepishly, getting out an answer. “S... Susie. Her name is Susie...” And now she’s blushing again.

For once, the impish look on her mother’s face fades away; red eyes widening and her head tilting at the answer. “... Susie? Susie Touchdown?” Legitimate surprise oozed from her tone, making Noelle shrink... in fear that might be an actual problem. The fact her mom knew of her only made it worse.

So, she just nodded in silence.

... but, no lecturing to have a ‘better judge of character’ or anything of the type came. Instead...she just whistled. Like... in a cartoon.

“Really didn’t take you for the bad girl type, hon! Suppose that’s what runs in our family~!”

She just... winked. Was that in reference dad’s attraction to her or her attraction to Toriel? Who knows, certainly not Noelle, nor does she want to know. She’s... just confused and... sort of happy?

Having a pleasant talk with her mother was... something she missed. All she could do was just... laugh. She’s giggling, to be specific. And Carrolle is giggling with her.

“Oh hon, I’ve got the perfect outfit! She’ll love it; trust me!” The rabbit practically hops up from her seat, bouncing all the way to her room; gong off about how you ‘don’t wear dresses on the first date’ and how she ‘knows Susie’s type’...  It was fun. Noelle was about to follow... when she noticed something.

A tiny, gift-wrapped present; right where her mother was sitting. Ears twitch, looking between the present and the door... before grabbing it.

Doesn’t take her Gyftmas-trained hands long at all to get through wrapping paper, or the little box within it... green eyes widening at sight inside.

It was... a key. 

A spare key.

[smellslikejustice-archive]

deltagram replied to your post: What, did you think I was gonna bounce off the...

Formatting for asks seems to still be broken (at least for me). Though that’s odd, since Sessionbox works fine on Tumblr for me still.

Just reinstalled it, tried making a new Tumblr session; started out logged into Tumblr, logged out, and that logged me out on the main session too. Not sure if there’s more hoops I need to jump through but oof.

firstfallen replied to your post “What, did you think I was gonna bounce off the site after making one...”

For multi-blog posting, I usually use a Chrome user for each blog and just hop between windows.

That’s what I was considering falling back on, but it seems clunky. If all else fails I’ll just have to get used to it.

[softmageralsei]

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you can’t escape from me. i am legion. but real talk ty that was sweet.

((chief ur so welcome I was like clinically dead for 10 seconds when I saw you followed <3))

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“...Heh, heh. That must have REALLY hurt now!”

He really shouldn’t be laughing if he was suppose to keep up his nice act, especially at a newcomer but...That fall was really priceless now. God, if that was a human, hearing their frail bones crack would of been the best thing ever. But sadly, this person was not a human but a...Monster.

How?

“...Uh...You are a...Monster right?...How did you...Come from there?”

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@deltagram

* You’re explaining to Ralsei that pirouetting is important. You don’t know why, but you have a feeling... * You raise a hand to the back of your head. You place your other hand on your waist. You twirl once to demonstrate. * You ask Ralsei to do one as well. 

* ( You think it will be fun. You also wonder why you feel like it’s very important. )

[newlifecoolwife-archived]

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“listen you can insult me but if u insult chara im gonna throw ur head into an oven”

“I’m not insulting anyone! No one should feel bad for their interests! It’s not my fault that interest happens to be in being a weeb.”

“And sorry, but only Undyne is allowed to shove my head in her oven.

If you try it, I’ll rip you apart apart and tear out your plushy SOUL.”

[ruinedsword]

"I-I don't know all that much about Valentine's Day but apparently you're supposed to give gifts to the people you care about. So, I-- Well, I made you this." He then hands over a small bag of... pink, green and blue marbles? Each one seemed to have heart-shaped bubbles inside of them, denoting that they were 'made with love'.

    A blink, and a quiet pause. They hold the marbles with a certain tenderness, almost as if they were afraid of breaking them. Kris hugs the gift to their chest, lips curling in a soft smile. Ralsei.. never seemed to fail at making them happy. This was unexpected–a rarely felt warmth bubbles in their chest.

    “Thank you, Ralsei, I–… I really appreciate it.”

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"Nyoho, my favorite clod-- that I never learned the name of!" Lancer threw his arms up in his usual excitement, holding a large heart made of construction paper in his hands. It read 'to ??? with lots of love!'. "I would have made something better but, again, I never actually... aheh, learned your name!"

[Swap!Lancer] “L…Lancer, it’s Lancer.” Lancer blinked. Did he really just…forget his name like that? But, he said he was a favorite? The Spade Prince was getting a lot of mixed signals here and he frowned for a second as he regarded the other. 

Still, he had never gotten a Valentine’s gift before…or any gift, really. It was the thought that counted, right? And it did look nice. His face split into a grin as he took the gift. “Thank you, new friend! I love it!” They were friends now, right? 

[firstfallen]

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the super mario bros super show song but made up entirely of chara falling on her face

“This is why I tried to erase the world. This right here.”

[determined-to-flirt]

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joke's on you, i encourage wITH NO CONTEXT

NO....I CANNOT....

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"flex on heart disease" is both the best and worst thing i've ever heard ty

“You ever just use sanitizer to flex on 99.9% of all bacteria and viruses?”

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((One Fear is seeing a really cool writer all around the place and then suddenly they follow u and u die instantly bc u are just nOT worthy of them tbh?? im blessed))

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The Deltagram, July-August 1950. 

"This is a Deltacraft publication written and edited for the homecrafter, by Delta Power Tool Division of the Rockwell Manufacturing Company"