Trying To Pinpoint The Professor Layton Series In Any Particular Time And Worrying Over ‘historical

DELTARUNE Merch

Recently, Fangamer brought something to my attention: It seems there’s some disappointment that certain characters of DELTARUNE, particularly those from the Light World, aren’t getting very much merchandise. This is an intentional decision. I wish I could explain more now, but when I consider everything, I don’t think certain official merch (plushes, etc) of certain characters feels right for this game. Since Chapter 1, I told Fangamer that some characters would be more or less off limits after a certain point, and this feeling has only gotten stronger over time. These characters include Kris, Susie, and Noelle. Other times, particularly with Dark World characters like Spamton, I consider the game setting and think “the game is improved by selling this.” I understand if some feel disappointed or confused by this decision. I want to make it clear I really respect the passion of the fans, who love the characters like I do. I feel very blessed that the player of the game thinks things like “Kris! I wish I had a plush of Kris so I could open it up and see what’s inside!” I WANT everyone to be able to have the merch they want, to play with the characters the way they want. So you can still feel free to create goods, commission handmade plushes, etc. following the fan merchandise guideline I created for UNDERTALE. I’m happy if fans go ahead and create what they want to have for themselves. Thanks!

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

Chapter 4:

Just boys sharing trauma :'''D

Chapter 3

A big thanks and shoutout to @lutiaslayton who kindly tooks some of her time to correct my bad english !

I'm starting to have a good rythm with this comics, and I'll try to post every week on Tuesday for now :D

See you !

ALSO if you’re still in the mood for drawing I think that Rick probably went to multiple dimensions to check in on different versions of baby Beth as she was growing up. Maybe him sat by her crib and talking to her as her version of Diane and Rick are asleep.

anon YOUR mind 😍 🥺

bonus:

It always warms my heart to see this show get some love, it's criminally underrated. When I'm at work and nobody else is around I always seem to catch myself singing the "Archeologists" song from the first couple episodes

(Also I'm glad your cat is healing well, hope he's okay)

There is a World Doctor's quote for everything, I promise.

Also, Shadow is healing up well since I posted this :) He just decided to fist fight a raccoon at 17 years old or whatever, dumbass cat.

in any way humanly possible inject some warmth into your life and a lot of things will become beautiful because of it

Dragging myself thru this funk one way or another

houseplant type friend

give that man a pussy. give that woman a dick. give him tits. give her a chest so flat you could stack cards on it. Grow up. get real

Compiler Log - Phaeophyta Maresell (5th Bloom) - January 18th, 2641 4:12 P.M. <Tags Hidden> Total Ingredients : 14

Produce, Terran Chicken (Breast). 3/4th lb Produce, White Onion. 1/2 whole Produce, Tomato (Roma). 1 whole Produce, Baby Corn (Cut). 4 oz Produce, Cilantro (Leaves). 1 tbs Produce, Green Onion. 2 tbs Oil, Canola. 3 tbs Milk, Terran Coconut. 28 oz Water, Pure. 2 cups Juice, Lime. 1/4 cup Spice, Cayenne Pepper (Ground). 1/4th tsp Spice, Tumeric (Ground). 1/2 tsp Spice, Tom Kha Paste. 2 tbs Sauce, Fish Sauce. 4 tbs ----------------------------------------------------------

Liz could feel her affini smiling down on her as she worked the can opener to dump the coconut milk into the big pot they were using. It was a soft, gentle sensation, like the sun on bare skin or the gentle clasping of hands. How had she ever lived without it? Even with her gaze firmly fixed on the metal cans turned upside-down in her grasp, the still-new haustoria cradling her nervous system let her bask in the delight of Phaeophyta's approval. It was a delicious sensation, and her mistress and her had decades and decades to learn everything it could do.

One of the cans fell from her hand as she stared blissfully ahead. Before she could even react, a vine reached out and caught it. Embarrassment flooded her. She had just barely recovered enough for Mistress to allow her back near the kitchen, and here she was, dropping things? Her head just still felt so woozy, her limbs too floppy, but she could help! She could, she could, she could! A sudden tingle of warmth sparked in her brain, and she turned her dazed vision up to her mistress. Phaeophyta had been talking to her! She smiled widely.

Stars, Phaeophyta thought. Her little Liz was just too cute! The poor thing clearly hadn't understood a word of her instructions, but that was to be expected. She'd seen enough florets fresh from receiving their haustoria to know how long the process took, and Liz needed another few days at least before returning to normal. But she had been ever so eager to help out, especially with her favorite food. And how could Phaeophyta say no to that adorable little pout? So here they were, her chopping all of the produce into little cubes and cooking thin ribbons of chicken in the oil while Liz poured the thai soup's base.

She lifted the soup can back into Liz's hand and brought out her best 'pay attention, cutie' voice. "Good job, Liz! You did so good with the coconut milk! Such a good, helpful girl for me!" Her floret practically glowed at the compliment, cheeks flushing, shoulders and hips rotating back and forth in an unbelievably cute little wiggle. Had it really been less than two years since they had gotten to know each other, when Liz had become her ward after she hit a depressive slump? It was incredible how much progress they had made together, how close the two had become, even before a grafting of her core tissue had snuggled up against the girl's brain. She could barely remember the hollow eyed stare, the defeated tone, the constant tears that had plagued those early weeks. Phaeophyta was an affini, and that meant taking care of all sophonts. But it was still always a good reminder to see how her work had paid off.

Liz was still staring up at her, eyes adoring, and Phaeophyta forced herself away from her thoughts. "Can you fill each of these cans with a cup of water for me?" Her floret nodded, excitedly, and began retracting her hands, but Phaeophyta kept her grasp on one can for a moment longer. "Remember, swirl around the water inside each one to get as much of the coconut milk as possible, and then dump it into the pot, okay?" Another nod, and she relinquished the can this time as it was pulled away. Hopefully her little one wouldn't get that too mixed up, but if she did, Phaeophyta would be right there to help. Forever and always.

Water splashed Liz's face and she sputtered, nearly dropping the cans again. She had shaken them too hard. It felt like her whole front was dripping with the cold water she'd spilled, and looking down, her dress definitely had splotches of coconut milk where the thicker globs had jettisoned themselves. Liz looked up at Mistress, eyes wet from multiple sources. Phaeophyta cooed, and cradled her face with the vines not engaged in cutting and frying. "There there, Lizzy-mine. It's okay. No harm done." One of her thumbs wiped away some of the water, and yet more vines broke off of the arm to take the cans away. Lizzy-hers gave them without struggle, melting into her mistress' touch. This was so much easier, warmer, and it made her brain sing.

"My sweet, sweet girl," she crooned, picking her up and cradling her close. The sweet girl let her eyes close and went limp, safe and happy, so close to the pulsing of Mistress' core. She heard Phaeophyta refill the cans with a cup of water each, and pour them in with the coconut milk. Then she curled deeper, and let sleep take her.

If Phaeophyta had a heart, it would have burst. As was, her core felt like it was overflowing with tenderness for the tiny bundle in her arms. Avoiding the temptation to drag Liz out, to stroke her and pet her and dress her up and so much beyond, was nearly agony. But the girl clearly still needed her rest, and Phaeophyta would survive, for now. She would just have to surprise Liz with the soup when she eventually woke up. Setting the milk and water to a medium heat, she let it boil before upending all the chopped produce, besides the cilantro and green onions, into the pot. The chicken, cooked white inside and out, was the next in, oil and all. As she worked, she shifted Liz closer and closer towards her core, until the darling floret was cradled right next to it, deep inside her chest.

Whether consciously or not, Liz reached out and wrapped her arms tight around it. Phaeophyta curled inwards, embracing her with everything she could. At the same time, she instructed the haustoria to dose the cutie with some class-z and a tiny bit of class-a. Liz would be out like a light, but there was no reason why they both shouldn't enjoy the nap as much as possible. Phaeophyta chucked slightly at herself, and let her vines gently knead and caress her floret while she finished up the meal. Tom kha paste, fish sauce, lime juice, and the spices were supposed to be added at the same time as the produce, but the brief delay was harmless. Besides, it all needed to stir and boil for about a quarter hour anyways while the onion cooked in the broth. So, with a contented sigh, she dragged a chair over to the kitchen and sat down in it, leaving one vine to idly keep the contents of the pot moving. Another vine reached off and grabbed a book in affini, "Kitchen Safety for Attentive Pet Owners."

Cooking had been one of Liz's few respites, once upon a time, and Phaeophyta had been happy to learn alongside her ward. But, and she would never admit this to Liz, the thought of her floret around sharp knives and hot stoves still occasionally filled her with anxiety. But she could get over that, for Liz's sake. If it would make her little one happy, she would learn. One of her vines brushed at Liz' nose, eliciting a tiny sneeze from inside her chest. Not for the first or last time that day, Phaeophyta smiled. Then she stood, pushed the cilantro and green onions into the soup, grabbed a steaming platter of rice and two bowls from the compiler, and prepared to wake her floret up. Dinner was served.