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The source of the the voice was a 13-year old child. This child has been separated from time and space, in a way. Visible to them are multiple timelines, multiple worlds, universes they were never meant to see. And yet, they could never reach them. Could not solidly interact. Rather, they spoke to those who could hear them. Made their existence known to those who could see or hear beyond.

A rare occurrence. It hadn’t happened very much by this point, only once or twice with a particular human who they seemed inextricably tied with. Though the experience is… not exactly linear.

And yet, another soul was hearing them once again.

Who was he? Why was he able to hear them? Could he see them too?

Slowly, Chara speaks again.

“Greetings. I know you can hear me.”

[tellusblessed]

𖤓-. The demi god's eyes narrow as he moves through the wooded area--following the sound of the voice. Each time he thought he got CLOSE enough though that he would SEE something---he didn't. This continued for several minutes, to the point where he would stomp all the way down to the water line and back again.

" Greetings?" he practically growled. " Where the hell ARE you?"

Oh this was irritating him. What was this? Some fuckin' ghost? He had ENOUGH issues with dead people, he didn't NEED more.

" WHO are you!?"

[blightts]

“I am nowhere.” They let out a sigh as they watch the demi god search around in vain. “I do not have any interest in causing you issues, you know. However, it is not exactly common for one to hear me…”

See them, though? Only one person had so far. Their connection was so strong… And yet, they’d been separated… Or were going to be separated… or something. Loose connection to time, loose connection to memories. Quite confusing.

“To be technical, I do not currently have a physical form for you to see. I am currently separate from time and space, after all.”

[blightts]

Working on what I owe, but I think I’m going to be adding Noelle here, I’ve been writing her on discord and really enjoying doing so. In addition to that, I might be adding some of the flowers! More under the cut about who I’m considering (and a couple of other notes). It’s all Deltarune related lol.

I really vibe with… actually all of the flowers, but the specific ones I’m considering adding are Green, Seth, and Aqua. Might add more later on too… I love Blue too… Idk I’m still thinking about this.

I’d also like to add that my Ralsei’s gender has shifted. He/him pronouns are still fine, but they also use they/them. I don’t think they’d mind she/her, but I don’t list them as using she/her because it’s still not confirmed unlike they/them pronouns. I personally see them as genderfluid, but this may shift depending on where the story goes! I’m totally open to them being a trans girl, but I personally see them as genderfluid for now. Either way, I think they would consider themself transfem. (Unlike Kris, who I think would use neither transfem nor transmasc to describe themself.)

Lastly I want to say I really love Flowery and I don’t personally see anyone in the fun gang actively hating him. I see Kris as… having a complicated relationship with what they think of him? Like, they’ll use his voice lines/quotes to mess with people, more than anything, because it’s kind of funny. But they also hate the anime aspect of him and his relationship with Asgore is. Decidedly uncomfortable.

Anyway, that about covers it! Thanks for reading if you got this far. No worries if you didn’t or just skimmed.

[blightts]

Entertainment.

[blightts]

"what's a 'Jarona' ?!"

“A Jarona is a Jarona. I don’t know what to tell you.”

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@roarknight / liked for a starter!

It was an unusual morning for Quintin, but it hadn’t exactly been bad. He’d wandered quite far away from where he was supposed to be, and as a visitor to the town, he hadn’t really been warned. But it wasn’t unpleasant, not really. It was kind of pleasant to check everything out. It was during this wandering that he’d come across Dess.

… She was clearly in waiting. But what was she waiting for?

He was probably getting in her way, but…

“Who are you?” It’s asked politely, but it’s a blunt question, “Why are you here?”

[blightts]

bc of chapter 5 I’m really feeling Quintin as a muse so… Like this for a starter with him?

[tellusblessed]

𖤓 @blightts liked for a starter with DORRIN.

𖤓-. Dorrin had been walking for HOURS it felt like. In the woods in the HEAT. The sun was gonna go down in a few hours at this point--and he had taken it upon himself to nap in a shady spot under a tree. No real PARTICULAR reason other than he was tired of walking and pissed off that it was hot outside with no variable moisture or air currents to mess with.

He wasn't sure HOW long it was that he had fallen asleep before he heard someone's voice. Though when he finally registered it-his eyes snapped open and he turned to look through the treeline. While the demi-god wouldn't respond just yet, he did slowly stand up with a narrowed gaze.

[blightts]

The source of the the voice was a 13-year old child. This child has been separated from time and space, in a way. Visible to them are multiple timelines, multiple worlds, universes they were never meant to see. And yet, they could never reach them. Could not solidly interact. Rather, they spoke to those who could hear them. Made their existence known to those who could see or hear beyond.

A rare occurrence. It hadn’t happened very much by this point, only once or twice with a particular human who they seemed inextricably tied with. Though the experience is… not exactly linear.

And yet, another soul was hearing them once again.

Who was he? Why was he able to hear them? Could he see them too?

Slowly, Chara speaks again.

“Greetings. I know you can hear me.”

[blightts]

Hyacinthe’s scientific knowledge is not something she generally expects others to keep up with. Still, somehow, she’s managed to retain Asriel’s attention despite that. There’s something to that, to be honest. She definitely appreciates it.

“Lonely, huh?” She lets out as wistful sigh. Despite his own embarrassment after saying the phrase, it actually speaks to her on some level. “It is, kind of, isn’t it?”

She’s got her own experience with dark, dry (and notably, sterile) places, after all… though, perhaps equally, she recalls the wet and brightly lit ones.

“Oh, really? Buttercups…” She looks thoughtful. “They’re poisonous, too… And yet, in flower language, they represent joy and wonder. Isn’t that interesting?”

[dealpartner]

ASRIEL’S FACE SCRUNCHES WHEN SHE says poisonous. His father, sweaty and rasping in bed with a bucket beside him, comes to mind. Guilt grips his heart now just as strongly as it did then. Dad forgave him and Chara easily, but it remains a horrible memory. Mom was scared, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Chara somehow laughed it off, but later on told Asriel something that . . . he doesn’t like to think about. He doesn’t want to think about any of this.

“Yeah, but I wish they weren’t poisonous.” Asriel says with a frown. “I didn’t realize how many flowers could be dangerous. I guess it makes sense, they don’t want to be eaten or ripped from the ground. But they’re so pretty, and a lot of them smell nice.”

“Maybe that says more about us than it does about flowers.”

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“They’re lovely still, aren’t they?” Hyacinthe lets out a laugh. “But not wanting to be eaten is something I think most of us can understand. I mean, you wouldn’t want to be torn from your home, the place where you’re most comfortable, and then consumed, would you?”

She shrugs, hands coming up in the air. “Even so, for some, they’re only really dangerous if that’s what you’re doing. There are ways to bring most plants with you without tearing them out and causing those toxins to get in or on your body. Gloves, a proper shovel… Some plants are hard to reroot because they dig themselves in so thoroughly, rooting deeply in the ground… so still, some we must admire from a distance.”

Her hands fall to her side.

“But admire them, I think we should. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.”

[roarknight]

@blightts ❤️’d for a starter.

❝ i know you’re hiding under the bed. ❞ dess’s arms cross over her chest as her weight is shifted over her left leg. even in the dark of her bedroom, they can make out kris’s scrawny silhouette tucked away. like a creature of the night. ❝ oh, well. i guess i’ll just have to eat alllllll of these chocolate peppermint patties by myself. ❞

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No… that’s not fair! She can’t do that!

Except, they know she can, and more importantly, they know she will. Kris crawls out from under the bed. There’s an undeniable pout on their face as they reach their arms out, gesturing as if to say they want some. Because they do.

“Chocolate peppermint…” Is all that they say.

[roarknight]

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deltarune deltasoon…

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Deltarune tomorrow

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this is the only post im making on the subject. my thoughts on the finale under the cut

im not as mad as i expected to be. i wouldn’t say it was great or that im happy with everything but i don’t outright hate how it went. the caine pulling out the other ai was anticlimactic, jax… like im glad my headcanon was validated but um. idk. i wish she was referred to by whatever pronouns she would’ve gone by in more than just yknow. a song that wasn’t originally about her and posts afterwards. i don’t think it was handled the best and i don’t think the plausible deniability goose gave, which she’s stated was on purpose, was good. i am however pretty happy with the treatment of gangle and zooble. im still not sure if im gonna add gangle as a permamuse, but either way she will be getting a human verse because i totally want to write her!! she’s a cute black girl who loves art!! im really really happy about her being confirmed as a woc, specifically black, ive really liked that headcanon for a while! it does make me lean on the thought of permanently putting her here but i want to write her more before i make that decision entirely. on the subject of human verses, im going to be adding one for hearth too, so look out for that.

there are some good aspects, some bad, it was… okay, kinda eh, all in all. im not happy but im not really mad either. the characters i like most got decent endings at least.

EDIT: correction Gangle is south asian! For my part my hc for her will be she’s blasian, I think it fits really well!

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“Yup, that’s right. Potatoes are nightshades as well!” Her knowledge of plants certainly came in handy when explaining subjects such as these. “Actually, so are eggplants and peppers. What’s interesting about potatoes specifically, though, is that they do contain the compound that makes nightshades poisonous. They have toxic versions of what’s known as a glycoalkaloid. It’s called solanine.”

Hyacinthe, perhaps by her nature, doesn’t typically do a lot of socializing, least of all with strangers. It’s nice, she thinks, to have someone listen to her.

“That’s why you don’t usually eat potatoes raw. It can make you sick! Aaaand!” She gestures dramatically, “It’s why when storing potatoes, you usually put them in dark, dry places! Exposure to sunlight can cause higher levels of solanine.”

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LISTEN HE DOES, WITH A paw cupping his chin. His brows wrinkle when she explains why they’re toxic; he doesn’t know what a Glycoalkaloid or Solanine is. He’s never seen someone eat a raw potato, but Chara mentioned doing it once. They didn’t say much, mentioning it in passing, but it was so odd Asriel couldn’t help but remember every so often. Raw vegetables taste gross, he can’t imagine why someone would eat them.

HE SMILES A LITTLE WHEN she gestures, then frowns at her words. “Dark, dry places? That sounds lonely.” After the words leave him, Asriel feels silly, but he can’t unsay them. Ugh, he made a fool of himself in front of her! “I guess not if they’re all together. Thank you for sharing this with me! We don’t grow many plants at home…well…not many different plants. There’s Buttercups everywhere.”

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Hyacinthe’s scientific knowledge is not something she generally expects others to keep up with. Still, somehow, she’s managed to retain Asriel’s attention despite that. There’s something to that, to be honest. She definitely appreciates it.

“Lonely, huh?” She lets out as wistful sigh. Despite his own embarrassment after saying the phrase, it actually speaks to her on some level. “It is, kind of, isn’t it?”

She’s got her own experience with dark, dry (and notably, sterile) places, after all… though, perhaps equally, she recalls the wet and brightly lit ones.

“Oh, really? Buttercups…” She looks thoughtful. “They’re poisonous, too… And yet, in flower language, they represent joy and wonder. Isn’t that interesting?”

[iiguess]

@blightts || x

What's wrong? What's wrong? Oh, there were so many, many things wrong with this whole situation! Would you like her to list them off? Too bad! Sam's doing it anyways:

One: She was human. In the equivalent of a home internet adapter.

That was not supposed to happen, because humans aren't supposed to be in a internet adapter. There was no wind, no sun, no nothing in this whole entire cybernetic landscape. Just stale air and the circuitry of zeros and ones running beneath her feet. To have a whole entire being of flesh and bone in this whole entire system was wrong.

Two: She's back. She's in this universe again.

In all her universe hopping and all the worlds she's visited and left, there were some that she never, ever visits again. Not out of spite. Not out of the desire to never come back to one of the utterly terrible worlds that she came across. She just... didn't. Couldn't. The devices were her ship, and where they sent her she could only follow. It was anyone's guess that would be. And sometimes—-most times—- that meant she would visit a universe again. See old friends. Maybe not get back to where she left off, but it was something.

But other times? Time passes, and no matter how many times she hopped, she would never pop into a universe again. Why? She never knew. So it was only natural that she assumed that the world was closed off to her forever. And she had come to peace that this one—-the one with Rock and Netto and Maha and Rose and Dingo—-eventually became one of them. But not after grieving for so, so long.

Which lead to three: This was an alternate version of the universe she visited.

It was painted all over Rock's and Netto's faces; They didn't know her. This was not the same people she's met and befriended before, and while she knew of alternates ( befriended a good bunch of them, even, even giving them nicknames to tell them apart ), this... This was different. These were the exact faces of friends she had before, staring at her like they would a stranger.

So hopefully, that would help explain why she was very, very upset. The girl throws her hands down, storming away from the Navi and his Operator on the windowed screen as she breaks down further.

" no no no no NO—-! "

Her head whips to the ceiling then, jabbing a finger at the air above.

" this is cruel and this is mean and this is every single horrible thing that comes to mind! i've long since come to terms with what is happening, and you do this—- " Her arms outstretch to the two in the back, eyes brimming with tears, " —-to me? after everything? i am not doing this again, do you hear me?! i am NOT—-"

Breathe. Hands comes up to her eyes, covering her sight from the circuited sky. Inhale, exhale. She removes them, then. Lets them fall from her face as they wiped the tears away.

She still had company. It wasn't their fault she was here.

" sorry—- " Her head turns to acknowledge Megaman then, not quite looking at him, but just enough to show she heard. " can you—-is there a place i can be alone for a bit? i just... need to sort things out. "

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There’s clearly something very upsetting about this situation to her. That much is incredibly clear, both to Netto and Megaman. What, exactly, it was, still seemed a complete mystery—despite her scared, angry rambling. Megaman nods, gesturing for her to follow.

“Here, this way. It should be private enough once we step over here.” He smiles gently, warmly at her. Whatever’s going on, the thing he completely does not understand, her stress is obvious enough. And it doesn’t seem, in any case, like she wants to do any harm to them, or their computer, or their systems or anything like that.

Netto, on the other hand, frowns at the screen. While he doesn’t state any objection, it’s clear on his face that he doesn’t exactly trust her. He thinks she could be manipulating the situation in order to stab them in the back. … Here’s the thing, though. He trusts Megaman. He trusts his brother’s judgment on the situation. If Megaman is thinking it will be fine, he’s alright trusting that things will be okay… Even if there are pieces they have to pick up in the end, he knows that the two of them will get through it together.

“This place should be safe.” Megaman’s led her to a private server. “Nobody will come bother you here. But when you’re ready to talk to us, come find me, okay?”

He genuinely hopes she will.

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“Oh. Hearth… ‘sup.”

Jax was doing no more than sitting on one of the couches, his cheek in his gloved hand. He seemed… tired.

The bunny’s near-black pupils drifted slowly to his feet, then back up to them.

“…you just gonna stand there?”

Was that an invitation to sit down…?

@thefxnnycne !! :3

@thefxnnycne / unprompted

“Oh… Jax, hi.” They’ve very clearly tensed up, frozen in place. And then… an invitation? Of sorts, anyway. Their legs move before they even really think about it.

They plop down next to him.

“It’s, um…” Not exactly like they’ve ever gotten on well. While Jax definitely doesn’t target them as hard as, say, Gangle or Ragatha, Hearth’s always felt this discomfort with his presence. There’s a bit of a flutter to the feathers on their wings before they finally say. “… I don’t know. It’s been hard, hasn’t it?”

They don’t really know what to say.