Playing Diabolical Box Knowing The Secret Of Folsense The Whole Time Is Harrowing Honestly Because Villagers

Chapter 7: Good night Hershel. Chapter 6 This is your sign to go hug a friend ! I really enjoy drawing the three of them interract with each others ! I hope you like them too :)) As laways, big shout out to @lutiaslayton See you next week !

the angel isn’t Noelle. It’s the player.

Firstly, the angel is a prominent figure in both undertale and deltarune. Your existence is heavily implied in both games and is pretty much canon. In deltarune it’s obvious kris is being controlled, and in undertale flowey acknowledges that his world is a videogame, and you are stated to be separate from frisk and separate from chara. Now that we’ve established the players existence, why sre they the angel? Firstly, the undertale prophecy for the angel days that when the angel returns, the underground will go empty. This could make sense in both genocide and in pacifist. This leaves three options for undertale’s angel: you, chara, and frisk. But wait! The angel is from the prophecy of the deltarune, and is seemingly far more prominent in that game. It would make sense for the angel to be a connector between undertale and deltarune, wouldn’t it? And who connects the games? You. Secondly, in deltarune, some may use the fact that noelle and dess made angel sculptures for their father at some point as evidence for her being the angel, but its lack of facial features could very well be pointing at the angel looking like anything, the anonymity of the player. Who knows, maybe that’s why the vessel doesn’t have a face. The deltarune prophecies of the angel say the three heroes will “banish the angel’s heaven”, in pther words seal away the angel and their world at the end of deltarune. And what happens at he end of a videogame? It ends, and so does your connection to it. You can no longer access the world past then. Sure, you can load a save file, but one way or another that is the last point in the timeline you will appear. This means that regardless of what happens, the player is banished at the end of deltarume, along with our world’s connection to it. Thus, the angel’s heaven is banished. The angel is also worshipped like a deity in the most popular religion of hometown, so it would stand to reason the otherworldly being with godlike powers (see: player is canon and can manipulate time and cant die) , AKA the player. My next piece of evidence is Spamton. 3 known characters thus far in deltarune are aware their world is fictional: Jevil, Seam, and Spamton. Now, Spamton wants to reach “heaven”, and in order to do this he wants the soul, the player’s connection to the game, implying heaven is reality. The further this idea, spamton seems to have once been controlled by a player like entity who “pulled strings”, etc, the connection is obvious. So, spamton wants to find this analogy for the player, who is in “heaven”, the place angels reside. Adding on to religious connection with angels, after speaking to father Alvin in hometown he tells kris this:

“Let the angel’s power light your way”whose power is controlling Kris? The player’s.

some other popular theories i’ve seen for who the angel is include Chara, Asriel, and Noelle. I will make a separate post later if i feel like it because idk i can be lazy with my counterpoints to those theories

the first time I read chapter 5 of your University AU, I thought Brenda wore roller skates as a barista. Now I can't get the idea out of my head XD

And thanks to you, I'm now convinced Brenda plays in a roller derby team >:D Brenda is such a badass !!

Chapter 5 : Meeting some familiar and new faces ...

Chapter 4

(Sorry for all my LayClaire shippers... It will be a SLOW burn)

I hope you still enjoy this comics, don't hesitate to share it and tell me what you think of it ;)

Thanks again @lutiaslayton for helping me with the thanslation !!

Chapter 9 : Awakening

Chapter 8

Chapter 10 Coming soon

This comics is turning into a dialogue between all the differents parts of my brain, isn't it ?

Drawing all the messy hairstyle of the gang for the past two chapter is in the same time, very funny and also exhausting...

I hope you enjoyed this chapter ! I'm a bit nervous about this one... Keep in mind this is MY vision of the characters, it's ok if we disagree, this is just a simple AU where I'm having fun with my favorite game and their protagonists !

Well, see you next week everyone, take care <3

Big shout out to @lutiaslayton as usual 💜

trying to pinpoint the professor layton series in any particular time and worrying over ‘historical accuracy’ is soooo silly they are deliberately anachronistic! and ridiculous! this is not a series set in the 1960s this is a series playing with period aesthetics to create timelessness. if professor layton adheres to any chronology it’s actually the 2010s and that’s just what britain is like then in the ace attorney universe

Dragging myself thru this funk one way or another

Handshake Agreement

It had been days, possibly months since I had last seen another creature face to face. Ever since they set me up with a hab, I didn’t really have a need to head outside y’know? It was so much easier to just compile food and play games on the overnet and just listen to that voice inside that said the outside world was scary and unkind.

It wasn’t true of course, the plants that gave me the hab in the first place were lovely, but I’d seen just enough of them and their weird pets in the first week to know that I wanted no part in it.

Of course that’s exactly how I ended up here.

I had to answer the door when she rang, there was nowhere to hide exactly and what else was I supposed to do, there’s no back entrance to these things.

She was an imposing bundle of leafy green foliage with a sticky sweet smile and a dominating confidence that set my heart pounding. Woven flesh constructed from thin vines that twisted and curled into a shape of maternal power and I instantly knew I was in trouble.

“A pleasure to meet you little one. My name is-”

She raised an eyebrow at my dishevelled appearance and extended an arm, an unraveling of vines from her body that stitched itself together into a forearm and hand. The palm was large enough to grasp my entire head, each finger thick and wide and long.

She looked at me with pooling expectant eyes and I knew what was expected of me. I swallowed my anxiety and reached out, placing my trembling hand into hers.

All at once her finger like appendages wrapped around, gripping onto my hand firmly, and I gasped in surprise as they started to unravel.

“Hey, let go of me! What do you think you’re doing!”

Her polytonal voice echoed through me with a sing song sweetness from beneath her sharp thorn teeth.

“Eyes up here precious, you have nothing to worry about.”

I met her gaze, and felt my heart race slow as I sunk into her pools of shimmering gold, specks of silvery light that swum in an ocean of liquid metal.

“That’s it little one, nice and calm.”

I could feel the tendrils spreading higher, clinging onto my wrist, binding me tighter with each slowing second.

“There is nothing to worry about, I just needed to make sure you were doing okay in there okay cutie?”

It sounded about right, I had heard of wellness checks and maybe that’s what this was? But she wasn’t looking around, she was just standing in front of me and gripping my hand, looking down with those abyssal eyes, all six of them trained on me.

“Uuhuh” I tried to form a sentence, but anything more than the most simple utterance felt impossible.

I could hear a giggling voice, somewhere far beyond and above me, and feel the vibrations of its intonation as they rippled down through my hand.

“Oh petal, I can see that words are hard right now, so how about we just continue with the conversation and if there is anything you disagree with just say no.”

Her hand had practically absorbed mine by this point, hot sticky undulations that enveloped by fingers and massaged the pad of my thumb, and I wanted so badly to look at it, but I couldn’t look away from her beautiful eyes.

“You want me to come in, don’t you?”

I-I that didn’t sound right. I tried to decline the offer, but her hand pulsed with another wave of reassurance and I failed to say the words.

“Good Girl, nice and deep for me. So calm, so relaxed.”

I felt myself sinking lower and lower into her gaze, a thick slurry coating my thoughts in a sweet floral trance.

“You want to be a Good Girl for me.”

There was something not sitting correctly, I didn’t know this plant, I barely tolerated the Affini, why would I want to be good for her? And yet, as the words rolled over me they soaked me in tingling pleasure, the bliss of doing something right and being rewarded for it sending shivers down my spine.

“As I suspected, a good, sweet little doll for me. But remember little doll, if there’s anything you don’t want you can just say no.”

It was strange, a part of me disagreed but when I tried to decline her advances I couldn’t find it in myself to get it out. There were other ideas, new ideas, submissive ideas that were starting to filter in with every dripping touch.

“You want to wear a beautiful little dress covered in my flowers.”

I usually wore hoodies and sweats, when you’re staying in a hab all day there really wasn’t a good reason to wear a pretty dress, but it did sound nice, and her flowers were so pretty.

“Good Girl, you’re going to look so pretty in a beautiful little companion dress! Do you like how that makes you feel? Knowing you’ll be wearing an adorable little outfit that matches me so completely?”

Her eyes flared, a coronal ejection from the sun sucking me in deeper and deeper. I was helpless to resist. I could feel an excitement building in my belly, tingling and sticky and sweet just like her.

“You want to be my floret.”

I felt a voice, tiny and weak screaming out at me to run, to say something, do anything, but I couldn’t listen to it anymore. Not when I knew how good it would feel to keep on going, keep on listening. All I could do was stammer out a weak noise.

“Nnnmm”

Her tendrils were all the way up to my shoulder now, covering me in writhing sparkling pleasure. It was inescapable. Indescribable.

“Good Little Doll. Well then, I suppose it is decided. All that is left is to shake on it.”

She pulled on my arm in a quick and sudden motion, yanking me into her vines-

“DROP”

I fell, physically and mentally, collapsing into her. I was subsumed by darkness, surrounded by warmth as the vines that help my hand erupted to encase me. From far, far away I heard her echoing voice dictate to me.

“So silly, I almost forgot to introduce myself. You can call me Mistress.”

The “Kris is a Good Kid” December Holiday Theory

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