Rylan/Ry, She/They/Glitch/Glitchself, 23 (NOTE TO PLEASE READ! This blog is a safe space for Women, POCs, and EVERYONE that falls under the LGBTQ+ community and the Allies.) Mostly inactive nowadays, but I'll occasionally rise from the dead.
Very quick reminder that this blog does NOT like Tru//mp, never has, and never will. If you are a Tru//mp supporter stay the hell off and away from my blog.
This blog is a safe space for anyone in the LGBTQIA+ space, (no MAPs are not fucking LGBT) any race, and belief system. Yes, minors are MINIMALLY allowed to interact bc I don't post straight up NS//FW, but I am an adult and don't feel comfy having more adult discussions with y'all when you guys still have some growing to do. But you are still safe here if for some reason you find safety on this blog.
You are not alone, and don't give up. These next four years are gonna be hard as hell, but they're gonna pass, I promise you. You matter so fucking much and I'm happy you exist. Be safe, okay?
So many people are reblogging this and tagging that the money jelly looks stressed. Shes not stressed, shes old and wise. Eyebags aren't always a sign of stress.
IT'S 11:30 WHERE I AM I SWEAR IT'S NOT JANUARY 1ST YET PLEASE DO NOT EXECUTE ME VIA FIRING SQUAD @portal-secret-santa
Anywho, sorry for the super duper last minute Secret Santa @lea-sbian ! I hope I cooked despite how chaotic things got for me during the holidays- moreso than usual. (Understatement of the New Year lol)
Anyways, Chell, Mel, Wheatley, and Virgil are all here meeting up. I know that Kate from Revolution was floated around for an idea, but I have NO clue what I'd do for her character wise, so you'll have to forgive her exclusion for just these two lovely ladies being roommates slash maybe possibly queer platonic couple? Unsure. Up to the reader. Pretend I'm walking by speaking to seemingly myself and saying "and they were roommates" here.
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As eyes opened, only then did Chell recognize the smell that hit her, one of something spiced and floral, then the sound of a distant tune somewhere else.
Chell slowly looked up to see her roommate, Mel, trying to shake her awake, The other woman huffed, holding up a phone, which made Chell squint to read the text.
"Coming over in the afternoon 4 presents!" It read, a text from Wheatley.
Mel then swiped to show the time at the top of the screen. 10 AM.
Chell burried her face in her arm and let out an audible huff, before holding up three fingers.
'A few more minutes of rest.'
Mel smacked Chell's hand, startiling Chell back into being awake. Mel sharply shook her head and pointed to the door, other hand on her hip.
'No, get up right now.'
Chell rolled her eyes and uncovered herself, before pointedly looking at Mel with a pout as she rose from her bed.
'Fine, I'm up.'
Mel's face softened into a smile before nodding, leaving the room to let Chell grab her things to get dressed for the day. For now, she wrapped up the two boxes she had on the kitchen counter, making sure each had its proper tag.
Finally, Chell came out just as the doorbell rang and Mel opened the door.
"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, you two!" Wheatley immediately bellowed as he stepped in with a grand gesture to the room.
"Hey Mel, Chell. Happy Holidays." Virgil ducked under Wheatley's wide spread arms, wiping his boots on the mat.
Mel giggled audibly while Chell shook her head affectionately at Wheatley and Virgil's entrances.
As everyone settled inside, Wheatley was eager to sheath his backpack, digging around and taking out the two Tupperwares wrapped sloppily with sheets of wrapping paper, taped to stay together. Virgil lightly snickered, which earned a glare from Wheatley, before the blue eyed android dealt them out.
Mel and Chell had to swap, given the label on the inside didn't match the outside- which Wheatley let out a disappointed "ah" at- before opening the two containers.
Mel held up a thumbprint cookie, the little shortbread having a tangerine jelly in the middle, and took a bite of the buttery shortbread.
Meanwhile, Chell smiled as she saw chocolate muffins with cherry chunks, unwrapping one to bite into it.
"Ta-daaaaa!" Wheatley grinned from ear to ear, "I wasn't exactly sure what to get you two, and I figured askin' would be a little suspicious, but then! Had an idea! You both have a sweet tooth, so why not make you somethin', from the heart!"
"I feel bad for the kitchen." Virgil laughed, taking a canister from his messenger bag to pop the top and take a swig of eggnog. Wheatley let out an offended gasp.
"Oi! You make it sound like I burned down the kitchen!" Wheatley replied.
"You didn't?"
Virgil let out a laugh as Wheatley lightly shoved at his shoulders.
"Okay, okay, my turn." Virgil shook his head, capping his drink before taking out neatly packaged boxes. Surprisingly, it was folded in such a way where it didn't even need tape to hold together.
Chell held up a handle, weighing it in her hand a little as she looked over the dark brown stained wooden object with a few metal dots. Realizing what it was, she looked for where the opening was before she flicked her wrist and let the blade of the pocket knife spring forth.
Wheatley yelped and jumped back slightly on the couch. Chell grinned at Virgil.
Mel, meanwhile, held up a delicate rose gold chain necklace, the charm in the middle being a little sardonyx heart. There was an audible gasp before Virgil sat up to help clip it onto Mel's person.
To which Mel hugged Virgil tight. He hugged back.
"Glad you like it, Mel." Virgil murmured.
Wheatley awkwardly shifted a little before turning to Chell. "So. You like the muffin right-?"
Chell smacked him in the face with a gift card, before handing Virgil his. Virgil raised a brow and let out a small laugh, Wheatley sighed as he looked at the money.
"D'ya know what? I kinda don't know what else I was expectin' you to do." Wheatley admitted, to which Chell shrugged. "Ehhhh 's fine. I can figure out a use. Cheers."
Finally, Mel grabbed her own presents, handing them out. It was simply a box to unwrap, and the ribbon toppers were stick on ones.
Virgil smacked the one on his box onto Wheatley's cheek.
"Hey! What's with everyone puttin' stuff on my face?!" Wheatley squawked as he wiped it off, before sticking his own ribbon onto Virgil right back as petty revenge.
While Virgil peeled the object away, Wheatley opened his own box and saw a little crochet baby blue scarf inside, to which he immediately put it on and felt ten times cozier.
Meanwhile, Virgil held up a little embroidery picture frame, with words in delicate cursive:
"Coffee can be one's lifeblood, but it's not a meal!"
Wheatley doubled over laughing, with Virgil having a small laugh of his own.
"Let me guess, you want me to hang this up above where I work?" Virgil lifted a brow. Mel nodded. "Alright, alright, I'll do that when I get back."
Mel looked around to her other two friends, to Wheatley and to Chell, and felt her heart soar. It was good to know that even across decades, the holidays were always best with friends to celebrate it with.
It's that time of the year again, and this time I've got an artwork for @rubye402 and their Wheatley design! He's struggling a bit with all those presents, bless him 💙 I don't see a lot of long hair wheatleys so it's nice to draw this little guy :)
I made this in collaboration with the @portal-secret-santa account! If Tumblr absolutely crunches the quality and my recipient wants it in a higher-quality, just DM me and I'll figure something out!
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Sighs. Listen, in my defence the Spamtenna bug only bit me because I wanna smooch the TV man because he reminds me of my boyfriend, and I relate far too much to the silly little puppet man. Also, don't ask how Ralsei has a microwave. Darkner and Castle Town magic or some shit IDK.
Anyways, while dramatic, inspired by a night I had making food with my boyfriend on a Discord call. (I don't see Spamton as being bad at cooking, in fact quite the opposite, *I'm* just a dumbass that had ADHD. And *YES* the house is fine, I enjoyed my reheated clam chowder very much.)
Unsurprisingly, as soon as I thought a little more about Deltarune, I've kinda realized how much Spamton is fucking defined by his theming of Freedom that it bled into his involvement in Chapter 3, and a little bit of 4 for context.
More stuff under the thing. Just know the TL;DR is stop making Spamton the fucking devil for running out on Tenna, and I think I have a good fucking reason he did what he did because hey, even if Tenna IS telling the truth of what happened, the way he painted it is the markings of a Flawed and Biased Narrator.
Like so at this point we all know Spamton fucking knew about the prophesy at some point during his involvement with Tenna? That's why the boxes in the trash zone are Painted Like That?
And who's the canonical artist that we know?
Okay cool, so Spamton knew at some point.
Also y'all remember the whole dialogue thing of Tenna wanted to find out what made Spamton a Big Shot? You know the thing people agree on before 3 and 4 came out was probably a deal from the phone?
Gang, Spamton was trying to protect Tenna. At least make sure he was free from the prophecy. He thought he saw where the train on the tracks were going.
I tell Tenna about the benefactor > That benefactor feels like I made a deal with the devil (Bonus points if you HC that the benefactor is Friend) > He makes a deal with them > ??? > That drives him into the prophecy becoming true = Ding ding ding! He's gonna fucking die!
So what does Spamton do, especially with the phone ringing as to remind him how trapped he feels with it, and- at least- caring about Tenna enough to wish him freedom?
He runs.
But when he gets back to Cyber City and profits start to dwindle, and the phone rings one last time during it, he probably hears about the prophecy again. And realizes with horror that he didn't change shit.
He ran out on Tenna without a word- probably knows enough about Tenna to know how hard he'd take it- and the prophecy hasn't changed.
In trying so hard to give Tenna freedom, he only tightened Tenna's strings more.
If Susie is being painted as the one who will likely succeed in changing the prophecy and changing fate, Spamton- assumedly much like Kris- is the theme of failing at finding Freedom you desperately want in the pursuit of that change.
*Throws a cake at all my Tumblr- especially Tumblr exclusive- mutuals saying "I'm not dead, just not using Tumblr as often anymore besides the occasional tag scrolling, I prommy"* Euagh,,,,,,,
*Skitters off*
.........Oh also happy late anniversary Undertale. Thanks for being a decade old and making me feel like a dinosaur saying it.
So many people are reblogging this and tagging that the money jelly looks stressed. Shes not stressed, shes old and wise. Eyebags aren't always a sign of stress.
