There were many, and I, the seventh

#× dogtime #seraphofretribution #×{{end}}#{{please look at dogma. love dogma. they have a floppy ear.

seraphofretribution:

virtuedetermination:

[ × Det slides off Angelo and watches him stretch, their own wings ruffling, and holds his hand tightly back.]

× okay!! an i think i saw them outside? they could meet us in the garden too!

[ × They’re gently tugging the Seraph towards the door, feet skidding on the floor as they fail to make much headway.]

× you’re gonna love it! there’s these big red roses and little pink ones and there’s a big tree and steve fell out of it once but he turned out okay and sometimes the powers come and shape the bushes and-

[ × They’re babbling, but it’s nice. Every time they start on a new subject they nearly let go of his hand to gesticulate and also nearly fall over, but they manage to stay both upright and attached.]

* [He gives a small laugh as Det gives their extremely excited explanation of the changes in the garden, staying on his toes though in case they actually did manage to make themselves fall over, ready to catch them.]

* Really! A tree? I never even knew one was planted…

* [He never thought to look that far when the garden was made. A stray acorn or pinecone or some such must have made it’s way into it some time ago. How he’d never noticed the sapling growing on his last visit…How long ago was that?]

* [Well it’s clear, he definitely needs to get out of his chambers more often.]

* [And now, maybe he will, knowing that his loving children were waiting here for him, whenever he needed them. While it might be a long time before he can even begin to heal from the events of the past, what he has now will help alleviate some of that pain.]

* [And maybe that might be enough…]

seraphofretribution:

* That long? I guess I must have lost track of the time…Always so much to do…

* [He takes a quick breath through his mouth, about to answer their question, before he interrupts himself. He looks over at his desk, at the stack of paperwork, then over towards…The wall? Oh wait no that’s his Omnivision going off, checking something. He starts to lean towards declining for now…]

* [But when he looks down and sees that gently smiling face, looking up at him, reminding him of another moment almost like this…Well how can he say no?]

* If it’s been that long, then I probably should, shouldn’t I? It’s…Been a while since i’ve visited the garden.

* [The Seraph gets up, pulling away from the hug, stretching his wings and other limbs before shaking himself off! He grabs Det’s hand, holding on it tightly.]

* Come then, we’ll tell a Voice to have the Cherubs bring down the soup to the Garden!

* …Oh! Have you seen your little, big sibling Dogma anywhere? I just realized I haven’t seen them in a long while.

[ × Det slides off Angelo and watches him stretch, their own wings ruffling, and holds his hand tightly back.]

× okay!! an i think i saw them outside? they could meet us in the garden too!

[ × They’re gently tugging the Seraph towards the door, feet skidding on the floor as they fail to make much headway.]

#× dogtime #seraphofretribution #{{ up to u my doge

seraphofretribution:

* [Angelo simply shushes them, pulling them back in, one hand rubbing their back and the other scratching their head gently.]

* Shhshh…It wasn’t one of you, I swear it. Steve is bothersome but you know he wouldn’t want to make me sad.

* You don’t have to do anything. These are my problems, not yours. And they’re…Very hard to explain.

* …You’re a gemcut sweetie, you know that? Taking the time to come check on me, bringing a muffin even…

* Maybe…Maybe i’ve been neglecting you all just a bit? I’ve been cooped up here for a while, haven’t I?

[ × Det nestles themself back into his dadly shoulder, affectionate bliss muffling something that sounds suspiciously like ‘steve knocks over my stuff’. They curl their fingers in his fur and breathe slowly, listening to his voice rumble through his chest.]

[ × They do shift when he uses the cute nickname, though, feathers fluffing up and tail starting to wag, and nod into him at his question.]

× you haven’t come down in a really long time.

[ × They peek up at him through his fluff.]

× you could come down now? Kinness an some cherubs made soup, and i think bits of the gardens are bloomin?

seraphofretribution:

* [Angelo is taken aback by the sudden question, other hand now being placed on the other shoulder while shaking his head.]

* No, no! Of course not! Never think something like that!

* It’s…It’s my own fault, not yours. Don’t blame yourself.

* I love you, alright? You and all of your siblings. And there’s nothing you or any of them could ever do to make me sad.

* Come on. Put the muffin down and give me a hug.

* [Angelo pulls the child closer for said hug, giving some time for the muffin to be put somewhere else.]

* I’m so sorry for making you feel that way…

[ × Det sniffs, looking up at Angelo in unhappy worry as he talks to them, and when he gives them the chance the muffin is put aside and they practically leap into the hug, burying their face in his shoulder.]

× i just-

[ × Another muffled sniff. Their wings loosely drape over his arms, hands gripping his fur.]

× you’re always so sad and i dunno what to do about it an’-

× ‘n it’s not like somethin happened or we woulda noticed it!

[ × They pull back a little bit, just enough to be able to look at him. They have a tiny frown.]

× you’re sure it’s not onna us? steve didn’t knock over all your paperwork or somethin?

seraphofretribution:

* [The Seraph lets them take it, there wasn’t a reason to keep it from them really. But as he sees their expression and their request, he regrets giving it back, regrets refusing the gift. They put work and love into it and he just…Pushed it away.]

* [He speaks up, reaching out to place a hand on their back, calm them down. He never liked to see his children upset, especially when its his fault.]

* Ah! My little angel! I’m…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to….Look, I-I…

* [Just say it, theres no use denying it anymore.]

* Hrf…Your father just has a lot of…Issues to deal with. Things that make being happy difficult.

* It’s…Complicated to explain. I-I know someone like me shouldn’t have these problems but…

[ × They lean into his touch, head bent towards him. Running their handpaws over the ridges on the wrapper a rhythmic distraction, feathers fluffing up near where his hand rests.]

× okay dad...

[ × And then they nearly put a claw through the muffin and jerk their head up, suddenly worried.]

× did somebody mess up an make you sad?

× it- it isn’t me or nothin, is it?

seraphofretribution:

* [Angelo opens his eyes, looking down at the thing presented to him. Oh! A muffin! That brings a smile to his face for a moment, food is always nice!]

* [But then, he slowly notices what the muffin is made out of. Poppyseed. Now it’s a dumb connection to make, but right now? It’s hard not to focus on that, just really bad timing on Det’s part. The smile on his face is quickly replaced by a sad frown, awkwardly moving to place the thing anywhere else.]

* Ah. Uh, thank you, Determination…Er, sorry, I am…Not hungry right now.

* [He never is.]

* Was there anything else you needed?

[ × The muffin is still warm, nearly hot, like Det had grabbed it right out of the oven and raced up the stairs. It smells tantalizingly delicious. When Det claps their handpaws together, there’s a little flour poof. Straight from the kitchens.]

[ × But when their dogdad’s expression starts to fall from the smile that flashed onto his face, their own does too. Glee slips to confusion to an almost upset frown. They boof quietly and hold out their hands to take the muffin back.]

× yeah. yeah there is.

[ × They take a breath, steadying, slow.]

× i want you to be happy again.

[ × The muffin is cooling in their hands, and they’re fidgeting with the paper wrapping.]

seraphofretribution:

* [He moves his wing, trying to keep the 7th Virtue from seeing his face as he tried to recompose himself. He’s very hesitant to follow their request but, knowing Det, the angel would probably not leave until they gave him what they wanted to give him.]

* [Determination is like that, after all.]

* Er…Alright? Just…One moment.

* [Angelo takes a deep breath before turning on the spot, holding out his hands and closing his eyes.]

* Tell me when to open them.

[ × And closer they go, sidling up to him and his presented pawhands, into which they deposit.... a muffin. A really large muffin, nearly the size of a small cake, a light yellowish color with little dark dots on top.]

[ × A lemon poppyseed muffin. The paper wrapper (where did they even get one that big?) has little pawprints on it.]

[ × Det is bouncing on their feet, looking very pleased with themselves.]

× okay okay okay!!! you can look now!!!

× i made it!!

#× dogtime #seraphofretribution #{{ sprawls decoratively here

* [Angelo jolts from the sudden woof, apparently not expecting any of his angels to come in, let alone Det.]

* [He turns only slightly, trying to keep his face hidden behind his wings. He clears his throat before addressing his child.]

* YeE- Urk…

* [His voice cracks, coughing and clearing his throat again.]

* Yes, son? Do you need something?

[ × They slide carefully through the door, wobbling to make sure what they’re hiding doesn’t get hit. They make it through successfully and scuff a foot on the floor, staying by the entrance. There is a quiet thumping noise, their wagging tail hitting the frame.]

× nooo, i don’t need anything...

[ × They take a few steps closer and lean over, like they’re trying to peer around the curve of his wing.]

× but i was comin up here anyway and you’re, um.

[ × “I could hear you upset from the bottom of the stairs” ]

× a-anyway! turn around and close your eyes an hold out your hands!

@mercystick {from here}

SUPER Powers! Meme: 🌸 Flora, Trees, Plants & Control of all its Elements | 🌞 Day/Sun/Light Connection & Power Draw

Asriel glanced around the park, nothing out of the ordinary here! He was still a little annoyed that Frisk had ditched them for patrol, but he supposed keeping an eye on the rest of the City was important too.

He frowned at how his feet barely reached the ground. This park bench wasn’t even that high…

…who was he kidding. He was bored. Grumbling, he leant back on the bench and stared up at the sun, letting its warmth wash over him. Idly, he made the flowers nearby grow a little. One of them seemed to reach for him, so he reached up and gently poked it.

[ × There is a small wind-tear noise, and a kite crash-lands in front of Asriel. Hurriedly, a monster makes their way over to rescue it. They are Very Large compared to the little prince.]

[ × The kite itself looks okay, though its strings are a little bit tangled. They pick it up and smile a soft doggy smile at him. There is a daisy tucked into the fluff above their ear.]

× sorry! Hope I didn’t scare you or nothin.

#×dogtime #mercystick #{{wheezes very quietly

determinedtemperance-deactivate

enkrateias has replied.

* its mostly weird??? its not really making me feel bad or anything but idk

* i feel like its smth i need to know but i just cant figure out how yet… if that makes sense?? idk

* OH i havent watched too much recently. or really kept up to date with any recent ones. i mostly just play videogames! do you play them?

#×dogtime #undernet #{{seraph Embiggened a few controllers for them #{{ also spits this out rly late at u

–| DETDOG& has replied to your post!

| × i can understand that!! there’s a bunch of stuff i should probably know that i don’t.

| × i play some!! usually console games, cause my hands are too big for other input modes.

determinedtemperance-deactivate

[ Dayma is staring idly at their phone, fingers rolling over buttons but not really pressing on them. ]

[ … ]

[ …Tap, tap, tap. ]

enkrateias has logged in to Undernet

* haha aint quite sure how i feel about things right now. lotta thinking which is why ive been off undernet ;w;

* still!! i am getting somewhere. i think. maybe. no idea but id like to be able to talk to someone

* ..someone to pass the time with.

#×dogtime #undernet #{{yes det just go reply to someone you've never met before gg #{{also waves at u hello

--| DETDOG& has replied to your post!

| × hey!! hopefully the stuff you’ve been thinking about has been okay?

[ × I mean I guess if you’ve been thinking about it a lot then??? maybe not??

| × what sorta stuff would you wanna pass time with? seen any good anime recently?

seraphofretribution

* [The Seraph removes his hands claws from his face, staring down at them, entire body shaking as he continues to mumble and weep, not entirely aware of his surroundings.]

* …Not again…Not again…Don’t want to…Not again…

[It was his fault. He didn’t directly do it but it was his fault. Hands only look clean. Not right. Should be stained. Stained red. Red with their blood. His fault. His fault. His-]

* [He eventually notices Det’s handpaw moving towards him, unfocusing from his own. He stares at it, he doesn’t deserve it, he knows. But he can’t stop himself. He reaches for their arm, gingerly, scared he’ll hurt them, gently pulling them closer as he grabs on.]

#×dogtime #seraphofretribution #×{anime time}#×{words from afar}#{{winks at joe

[ × Det leans closer as Omeggo reaches for them, and slides across the floor as he tugs their hand. They lace their fingers with his, small handpaw enveloped in his own, exceptionally warm in his grasp. They slide across the floor a little bit when he tugs, wingtips trailing.]

[ × They lay their other handpaw on top of his. Comforting. Gentle. Wary.]

× There is no ‘again’, Seraph. You’re here, with me.

[ × Here with the dog of determination. They were given red eyes as an afterthought, half idle correction and half accidental instinct, and they glint up at him now. Their wings shift behind them, a sussurrus against the floor, a quiet not-whisper, sharp-edged feathers starkly lit.]

× Whatever you don’t want to do again, you don’t have to.

× You’re a god amongst humans, a seraph amongst dogs. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.

Close Encounters of the Canine Kind

“Arm wrestle?” Chara asked, plopping down in the seat. “Give me one second. Don’t want any unfair advantages.”

She closed her eyes, opening her belt pouch. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then her armor lit up, a brilliant Red, and disappeared.

In its place, she was wearing (had been wearing the whole time? Hard to say, with human Inventory shenanigans) a regular forest-green sweater and jeans. She cracked her knuckles, then put her right elbow on the table and held her hand up for Det. Her eyes sparkled- she hadn’t had an opportunity for fun like this in years.

“Let’s go, then. But don’t hurt me too badly, you big ol’ dog you. I’m only human.”

#×dogtime #rescueddetermination #×{close encounters of the canine kind}#{{takes five years

[ × Any remaining trash debris slowly wafted away from their tail-wagging. Away it went. Fwoosh. RD’s quickchange breezed right past them, though they admired the comfy-looking sweater. They patted on the table excitedly and then, properly settled in their seat, plonked their elbow down on the table and grasped RD’s hand.]

[ × Their handpaw was soft, their grip firm, the glint in their eyes bright.]

× are you? ready?! yip!

[ × Det squeezed their hand gently, braced.]

× cause i’m ready!!!

Close Encounters of the Canine Kind

Oh, goodness, if Det hadn’t been excited before, they sure were now. RD set the hammer down and bent over to scoop up the ticket hoard, laughing. How long had it been since she’d seen a Dog Monster so excited? Maybe when the Dogi had attended their childrens’ graduation ceremonies? But even then, they had hardly been nearly vibrating like this.

“Oh heck yeah, dude. And you were worried about making me look bad.” She winked, standing back up. “So. Your turn, my friend. Unless you think this is enough to cash in, but I mean, we only just started.”

#×dogtime #rescueddetermination #×{close encounters of the canine kind}

[ × They bounced from foot to foot, boofing quietly, before they braced and jumped higher to see further across the milling arcade landscape. A vague grid of games, small clearings for larger ones, and slightly off in the distance, the light-encrusted Prize Redemption Counter. Without their wings to downdraft, they didn’t stay up for so long, but they did come down pointing.]

× over there!!

[ × Det kept an eye on the crowd, gently pushing through when there was a gap, a handpaw extended back fro RD to grab in case it got too thick.]

[ × What they pulled up in front of was.... an empty table. There were some empty drink cups and scraps on it, but nobody had claimed it since they saw it. Det shoved all the trash bits into the nearby trashcan, and then settled down on one side of the table, patting at the surface with one hand and one bundle of tickets.]

× we....!

× are gonna arm wrestle.