Hi. I think suselle should receive a lot of love, so I decided to make a blog dedicated to it. Will have fanart, text posts, fanfics, and whatever else there is out there. Slowly working on actually making this organized.
Tag me in a suselle post if I haven't rbed it yet !
Made some slight redesigns for the way I draw these creatures. (Most noticeably Noelle) I think they look better! Also I haven't posted any art in a while huh? My next art post will most likely be for Ren and Stimpy's 35th anniversary. I WOULD'VE done it on August 11th but my power went out due to some bumass storm and I didn't feel like doing it the next day. But yeah, look forward to that. I 'll keep posting my stupidity.
Also I'm sorry for the Suselle bs I just had to. I love them bro. Like genuinely my favorite ship. They're just awesome and they're a cute couple but they're not boring. There's genuine angst to it. It's more than just "shy girl x tough girl" Like yes I GUESS that archetype is filled they are such well defined and well written characters that that's not a factor. Who cares if it's a archetype you've seen before. If it's done well and the characters aren't cardboard cutout levels of depth it's good. I love the ship cuz there is LAYERS to ts.
Alright that's enough yapping. You probably want me to get out of your fucking sight. Your wish is my command.
been playin psychonauts and deltarune w @chromapede lately…. everyone go follow them NOW!!!! they just posted deltarune/psychonauts art its so tuff 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️
anyways sorry about when i post! my posting schedule is divine ❤️ (sorry sorry sorry i will try and remember)
This is a short Deltarune fic based on @j-h-cubedman's Roots and Branch's AU that I threw together in like a day. Go check him out he does cool work!
I apologise in advance.
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It was a beautiful spring day in Hometown. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and December Holiday had just spent the last hour and a half on the interstate motorway. She emerged from her crappy old sedan with a stretch and a wince, looking up at the giant snow-laden house with a nostalgic smile. She walked up to the door, knocking loudly.
When it opened, it was her sister who greeted her, wide eyed and looking decidedly un-mayorly. She was dressed in sweatpants, a green hoodie and slippers, and her hair looked like a golden rat’s nest. Dess couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her.
“D-Dess?!” Noelle stammered.
“Uh … hey?”
“I … I thought you were coming on the eighteenth?”
“What? I said we were coming on the sixteenth,” Dess replied, bemused. “Why would I come on a weekday?”
Noelle stared at her, then slowly drew her phone out from her pocket. “… nnnnooo, your text definitely said the eighteenth …”
Dess stepped over, peering down at the screen as Noelle brought up their text history. Dess stared, reading the most recent messages she had sent.
“… Uh …” Dess glanced away guiltily. “Whoops.” She chuckled awkwardly. “Well, uh, guess you got us early! Haha.”
“G-Guess so …” Noelle stepped in, flashing a forced grin. “Uh, c-come in!”
The living room looked like a tornado had passed through it, with food crumbs littering the carpet, dirty clothes strewn over furniture, and bite marks visible on just about every surface Dess could see. Susie clearly did not have the talent for housekeeping that her dad had possessed, nor her mother for that matter. And to think how much crap she used to give me about keeping my room tidy, Dess thought with a smirk. She wondered which of the house’s occupants had contributed more to the chaos.
Speaking of … Dess turned to her sister. “Hey, where is everyone?”
“Uh, Susie’s doing a writing seminar at the library, Holly’s asleep upstairs, and Mom’s out of town,” Noelle replied, trying to hastily comb her hair with her fingers. No doubt the state of the house had thrown her anxiety into overdrive. “One of her old college friends lost their mom last week, and she went up for the funeral.”
“Shit, that sucks,” Dess replied sympathetically, throwing her coat over the rack. “Still, at least she’s getting out of the house.”
“Yeah … she said she’ll be home tomorrow.” Noelle glanced nervously to the kitchen door, then offered, “Uh, I-I’ll get you something to drink!”
“Nah, I’ve got it,” Dess replied, opening it and heading inside.
“I- It’s really no big deal!” Noelle stammered, her voice going up an octave.
“Relax, Elly, it’s the least I can do for showing up early.”
The kitchen was largely unchanged from how Dess remembered it, the pile of dirty dishes notwithstanding. She found the coffee its usual place, and the coffee machine sat on the counter nearby. “So, Azzy and Winter are about an hour behind me,” she said as she fed the machine spoonfuls of coarse brown. “I was out of town for a gig, and Azzy couldn’t make it ‘cause of work crap, blah blah blah.” She glanced up at her sister, edging slowly towards the table. “Anyway, I wanted them to have the car, but Azzy insisted on-”
Dess’s eyes landed on the deer harness, sitting on the table on a sheet of crumpled wrapping paper. She froze, then shuddered with disgust. “Ugh, gross. You found that old thing?”
Noelle looked panicked. “U-UM,” she laughed wildly, backing herself against the wall. “Fahaha, h-how did that …? U-um …” She trailed off, blinking. “… O-old?”
“I thought we threw it out ages ago,” Dess muttered, turning the machine on. She leaned over the counter, facing her sister with a resigned sigh. “So, what, did you find it in the basement or something?”
Noelle’s smile slid off her face. “N … no? This … this is new.”
Dess stared at her.
Noelle stared back.
“… What do you mean this is new?” Dess asked slowly.
“What do you mean we have one in the basement??”
“What do you mean it’s NEW?! Who-?!”
Something clicked. Dess sprang up, marched out of the kitchen and beelined for the harness. Barrelling past her sister, she grabbed it from the table and picked it up, feeling the smooth, glossy leather and soft inner fabric. It wasn’t just new, it was brand new.
Monogrammed on one of the belts was a name. Dess read it with wide, disbelieving eyes, then looked up at the name’s bearer, whose cheeks had turned as red as her nose.
“O-Okay, s-so listen-” Noelle spluttered. “I- There’s this website-”
“Oh my god,” Dess breathed, dropping the harness and running her hands through her hair.
“A-And I … c-cause me and Susie’s anniversary is coming up-!”
“Oh my god.”
“A-And I- I knew everyone would be out of the house and- and I thought you were coming tomorrow-!”
“You’re a pervert,” Dess whispered. “My little sister’s a pervert.”
“A-and I was ju- ja- df- I-I am not a pervert!” Noelle protested heatedly.
“Oh, are ya sure, Elly?!” Dess hissed, jabbing into the folds of the harness. “Cause this certainly looks pervert-adjacent at the very least!!”
“This … this stuff is perfectly normal! There’re millions of couples who are- who do- it’s all about- look, it’s beside the point!” Noelle argued, waving frantically and her face burning as red as a Christmas bauble. “What do you mean we already have one?! Where did it come from? Who …” Her expression turned queasy. “Was it yours??”
“God no, it was‑!” Dess faltered. “M-Mom’s.”
“ERGH, WHAT?! Wh- How- Why do you know that?!?”
“I-” Dess ran her hands down her face, grimacing. “When I was a kid …! Me and her were cleaning out the basement, and it‑ it was in a box, and I thought it was a Christmas decoration … and when I asked Mom about it, she got real freakin’ cagey!”
“No!” Noelle stumbled away from the harness, mouth covered, eyes wide with horror. “No, no, no, that can’t‑! I can’t have‑!”
“I … I thought we threw it out, ‘cause I never saw it again … and she just acted like it never happened …”
“No … no, this- this isn’t real, she didn’t …”
“I mean, it was real, she even did the same thing with her name on the-”
“Ohmigod, shut up, shut up! I don’t wanna know! I don’t wanna know!”
“You’re the one who asked! You bought-”
“I didn’t know that she had one of these! I-!”
“-the same goddamned thing, like, it’s exactly the same as-”
“-I didn’t- she couldn’t have used it, right?! Maybe-”
“-hers, exactly the same! How did you- did she recommend it to you?!”
“-it was- wh- NO?! I just found it, how could I have- oh, god …”
Noelle collapsed into the nearest chair, utterly mortified. Dess lowered herself into another, staring uneasily at the mass of belts and straps sitting in between them. The light shone off the leather and the little bells, as if to demand their attention.
“… So … this is for your anniversary?” Dess asked warily, regarding the harness the way one might might regard a landmine.
“It was gonna be a surprise …” Noelle groaned, pulling at a clump of her hair.
Dess glanced at her. “… Is it still gonna be a …?”
“Well, I- I can’t anymore! I won’t be able to use it without thinking about mom … a-and … oh, cheezus. Dad would’ve … urgh …”Noelle buried her head into the table. “I’m gonna be sick …”
Dess didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t really anything she could say. She poked at the wrapping paper out of awkward idleness, then asked, “So, wait … Susie doesn’t know you bought this?”
Noelle didn’t answer.
“… Is she even into this sorta stuff? Like, what was the plan if she said no?”
Still no answer. Her sister looked like she was about ready to tear her antlers off. Dess looked at her, then at the harness again.
“How much did this cost?” she asked.
“IT WAS AN IMPULSE BUY, OKAY?!”
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Susie whistled as she walked down her driveway, an empty choc milk bottle in her hand and a satchel slung over her shoulder. She glanced at the car, registered it as Dess’s, then continued down to the bins. She threw open the lid to chuck the bottle inside, then paused, frowning down into the dark plastic depths.
“… Why the hell are we throwing out a brand new Christmas decoration?”
