Deerly Departed

Welcome to my blog! - DESS (っ＾▿＾)۶ (follows back from starlight-over-the-underground)

[dessemberholiday]

It'd be their word, only their word,

semi-selective, fluctuating activity roleplay blog for December Holiday from Deltarune

about / rules / artist / icon artist

on it's own.

[huecycles]

vs dess concept? kinda imagining a battle against her where she might manipulate saves in an omega flowey fashion

[spectacledraws]

can we hear your dess headcanons...... makes grabby hands

hmmm I don’t really have anything too specific or different from others, so just basically inferred stuff like she probably played baseball/wiffleball!

I guess if this counts, I wanted to sketch more stuff

[dessemberholiday]

reindeer-dad​:

“You know, Dess? Your mom and I thought you’d be a gymnast someday. Can you believe it?!”

He leans over to his daughter, giving her that smile -- the one that he gives before preparing to tell one of his stories.

He strokes his goatee in an exaggerated attempt to look like he’s struggling to remember the moment. “Ah, yes. It’s as fresh to me as the feeling of your hoof smacking my face!”

“Back before we moved into our big house, we lived in a tiny two-bedroom apartment. Mom used the spare room as an office, so we were all sleeping in the master bedroom. I’d say you were... two?? Small enough to still be sleeping between your mom and dad.” He chuckles. “I’m tellin’ ya, you wiggled and wobbled like a caterpillar every night. Must have been dreamin’ about future adventures!”

”One night, we put your head on a pillow for bedtime. You wiggled so much, you flipped upside-down and... BAM! Did the splits and kicked both our faces in!” He bursts out in laughter. “Must have been helicopter-kicking a baddie in Dreamland!”

-- "Hey, you don't gotta say that completely in past tense, I reckon I'd make a pretty good gymnast now!"

Dess jokes, rolling over on her bed so she's actually facing her father.

-- "I mean, I can still stick a whole hoof in my mouth, I dunno what more you need."

It's a time-old conversation- or at least the concept is, Dess's pretty sure she's never heard that particular retelling before. She's always adored it, though, just the mental image of her mother and her father being able to stand each other long enough to willingly sleep in the same room, and feeling like she was important enough to care for on top of all that? That's practically paradise, at least in her eyes.

She'd been just mindlessly scrolling on her phone, batting a conversation back and forth between her and Asriel like two cats with one dangly toy between them, but Dess pretty much immediately abandons both ideas at the sound of her father's voice and tosses her phone onto the nightstand beside her.

-- "Actually, if mom'd let me take up more sports, I think it'd take gymnastics as one of 'em. It just looks so fun, y'know? But, alas."

Dess sighs.

-- "Alas, my helicopter-kicking baddie days are over. That I mean, unless I teach myself, but I think that'd just go horribly wrong again."

[dessemberholiday]

"SAY [friend ol' buddy ol' chum], LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE A BIT STUCK. PEERED TOO HARD INTO [H E A V E N]?"

"...hey, at least everyone's okay back home. At least I managed to save Dad."

[dessemberholiday]

Icons only: a small collection of very, VERY old photographs of cats.

[dessemberholiday]

cracks my knuckles as i prepare to completely change the layout of this blog

[washiinmachiine]

old holiday fam concepts from my insta

[starlight-over-the-underground]

// it has been A Hot Minute, huh. I was busy setting up other roleplay blogs, but I should be able to be active here now again >:) //

[cutelittlerpmemes]

Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to

And I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

[dessemberholiday]

Here's a harder one. Truth + Do you think your mom likes you?

[dessemberholiday]

(For truth serum meme) Do you even like your mother?

[brittsmemes]

TRUTH SERUM TIME ! 

SEND  ‘ TRUTH ‘  +  A  QUESTION  AND  MY  MUSE  HAS  TO  ANSWER.  NO  LYING  ALLOWED.

[melancholiise-deactivated202303]

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[egg-baby-official]

I like how we know nothing yet as a collective would die for her

[dessemberholiday]

💯

"Dess, which tie would make a big splash at Mom's big city council meeting?"

He has three neckties laid out: (1) one with "HO HO HO" in big scrawly letters, (2) another with "YOU SLEIGH ME!" in fancy writing and a silhouette of a sleigh at the bottom of it, and (3) a red-and-green ugly Christmas sweater pattern of reindeers.

So. Many. Terrible choices.

((Am I doing this right? lmao))

(@reindeer-dad)

Dess presses a hand against her mouth, not sure whether what she's trying to hold back was a laugh or a noise of utter pain.

The trouble was that the tie that was most sensible (the tie that her mother would probably appreciate most) was hardly the objectively funniest.

She was the responsible child, sure, but she was also the one who'd received several mischief classes from Chara, and right now the latter was far more deciding of her judgment--

"--erm, that one!"

Dess points at the second tie, trying very hard to keep her face straight. "Totally. Trust me. Very sensible kind of tie- all the hot monsters are wearing 'em nowadays."

[spellunknown]

dessemberholiday​:

Fear was beginning to rise in Dess’s throat, tasting more and more like bile each second. She’d never been this afraid (well, not since the town’s infamous three-day-long powercut, and even then she’d not really had a sister to have to comfort through that experience.)

So, forcing this newfound-fear down, Dess climbs onto the bed and unlocks one of the cases hanging on her bedside wall, seizing from within her most prized possession- the Kris-Whacker.

It was a child’s plastic wiffle bat, bright (almost neon) green in color and with a handle wrapped in tape decorated like wreaths- part of a set she’d found in a craft store as a kid and begged her mother to let her buy. Across the flat side of the bat were several scrawled signatures in black permanent marker, which Dess traces a finger across as she climbs back over to Noelle, bat in hand.

She then just lays the bat down beside her and proceeds to wrap her arms around Noelle, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Have they hurt you? Do you want me to tell anyone about it? I could get Undyne, or Dad, or phone Azzy if you want– Kris won’t know. I promise. And if they do, then I’m gonna absolutely whack their ass- but I gotta make sure you’re alright first.”

“No, no! I-I don’t want anyone else to get involved!” There was a touch of panic in Noelle’s voice, and she jerked away out of impulse. Which she immediately felt horrible about. The last thing she wanted was for Dess to get the impression that she was upset at her.

“I-I’m sorry- I know you promised Kris wouldn’t find out, but- but it isn’t Kris I’m worried about. It’s… complicated.”

Whether or not Kris had manipulated her into it, she had still killed Berdly. She couldn’t imagine the implications of that getting out into the Hometown rumor mill. And that was if her story was even believed. There was a chance they might just think she was going insane, which was almost just as bad.

“… I want to explain all of it to you. I want someone to know about it other than me. But it sounds like s-something out of a nightmare, and I’m not sure if- if anyone would believe me. But even if they did, it… it might just make things worse.”

[dessemberholiday]

"Noelle-- I understand. I know what it's like, trust me."

It was almost as hard to be unable to touch her as it was to have this conversation at all- for all Dess may have been versed in consoling Noelle, most of that had been as a child, when problems had never been this big.

"Whoever you're worried about finding out, they won't. This information won't leave this room, I swear. You don't even have to say it out loud and you don't even have to tell me at all-- you can write it down and ask me not to look, okay?"

Dess bites her lip, aware she's lapsing into her usual tactic of trying to work out what Dad would do- it wasn't even like she could ask him for advice, not if she was to keep her word about all of this.

"I won't be involved. I promise. But I might be one of the only people who knows about feeling like you're in a nightmare and knowing it'd be worse if you weren't, and thus I have a duty to be there for you about all of this. And-- for what it's worth- I'll probably believe what you say too."