'' snowgrave...? ''

`` noelle, are you okay? what... what are you doing with kris? ``

“ i was just, we were just... getting stronger. ”

ME? MAKING ANOTHER BLOG? More likely than you would think!

This is an independent, mid-low activity and moderately selective roleplay blog for a Snowgrave-centric Noelle Holiday from Toby Fox’s Deltarune. Other verses are available upon request.

I ask that you at least read my rules before you follow. You’ll find the links to my rules and verses below.

Loved by Color! Mun is over 18 and goes by she/her pronouns.

//So I just realized it’s been a month since I last replied to anything on here. OOPS.

I did say this blog was gonna be low activity partially in the event of anything like this happening, but it still makes me feel bad.

I’ve been dealing with burnout again. This time it’s mostly due to real life stress and has nothing to do with roleplay, but that’s why I vanished from here. (And from some other places too.)

There's a little voice coming from the ring on Noelle's finger.

*...please, just, if you find the other addisons, do what you can to avoid them? They can't hurt you, we're not made to be able to attack, we're only made to help.

*if you can hear me, I don't care what happens to me, just...don't hurt my brother.

*he means the world to me, he took care of me, and I don't even care if it's not possible for us to be related, I still see him as such and I still love him.

*...He's a blue addison, he likes to tease and bully me, he likes his games but he still used to include me when he could...

*You can hear me, right? What's your name?

Noelle slowed her pace ever so slightly, her eyebrows raising as her ears caught the little voice coming from the ring. At first, she thought she was imagining it. Certainly she was, right? It was just a ring.

And then she heard it again, clearer this time- because she was paying attention. Raising her hand, she squinted, peering into the slightly frosted glass of the snowglobe that adorned it.

... And she made out the form of the salesperson that had given her the ring.

No, that she had taken the ring from.

Shocked, Noelle halted entirely for a brief moment. Then hurried to continue her walk before Kris noticed.

“... I-I can hear you.” She whispered. Although she had heard the rest of what they had said before that, with the exception of some of the first sentence, she didn’t acknowledge it immediately. She didn’t know what to say.

“My name is um, Noelle.” A brief pause, and her eyebrows furrowed.

//looks at my inbox. SNICKERS.

when i have a burst of high writing motivation you guys are getting blasted with so much angst at one time

//HaSJDKJDKJF, y’all sure jumped right on that Noelle harassment invitation didn’t you? Not complaining, I’m always down for some angst fuel. >:)

:)

Strange, I would have never guessed you would be able to do such a thing, right?

send noelle a rumor about herself, and she’ll confirm or deny it! | accepting

"I-I didn't- I didn't-" Every part of her wanted to deny it. To say it wasn't true. But in that moment, her mind brought her back to the Cyberworld. And she saw herself casting That Spell on Berdly, and leaving him frozen in a solid block of ice.

She had never wanted to kill him. But she had.

Looking down, she closed her eyes.

The bluebird nearly jumped when he heard that familiar voice, believing her to be a doctor or a nurse for a split second. Berdly stiffened with a surprised yelp before swerving his head over to the door. His brows raised,

*Ah, N-Noelle! P… pleasant surprise to see you here!

Though he managed to crack a relieved smile, panic was still evident in his gaze. He rushed over to Noelle, grabbing a bicep with his only working wing, that desperation growing as he got up in her face,

*Wait! This is no time to exchange pleasantries!

*I-I must still be dreaming, asleep in the computer lab!

*Just wake me up, I cannot continue to work like this!

Noelle jumped, recoiling back a little bit in surprise. She wasn’t used to seeing Berdly quite this panicked. And it worried her to say the least.

“B-Berdly! Can you um, slow down for a second? What happened?” She’d caught just enough of what he was saying from the other side of the wall to piece together it was about his wing, but not the specifics.

Fear was beginning to rise in Dess’s throat, tasting more and more like bile each second. She’d never been this afraid (well, not since the town’s infamous three-day-long powercut, and even then she’d not really had a sister to have to comfort through that experience.)

So, forcing this newfound-fear down, Dess climbs onto the bed and unlocks one of the cases hanging on her bedside wall, seizing from within her most prized possession- the Kris-Whacker.

It was a child’s plastic wiffle bat, bright (almost neon) green in color and with a handle wrapped in tape decorated like wreaths- part of a set she’d found in a craft store as a kid and begged her mother to let her buy. Across the flat side of the bat were several scrawled signatures in black permanent marker, which Dess traces a finger across as she climbs back over to Noelle, bat in hand.

She then just lays the bat down beside her and proceeds to wrap her arms around Noelle, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Have they hurt you? Do you want me to tell anyone about it? I could get Undyne, or Dad, or phone Azzy if you want– Kris won’t know. I promise. And if they do, then I’m gonna absolutely whack their ass- but I gotta make sure you’re alright first.”

“No, no! I-I don’t want anyone else to get involved!” There was a touch of panic in Noelle’s voice, and she jerked away out of impulse. Which she immediately felt horrible about. The last thing she wanted was for Dess to get the impression that she was upset at her.

“I-I’m sorry- I know you promised Kris wouldn’t find out, but- but it isn’t Kris I’m worried about. It’s... complicated.”

Whether or not Kris had manipulated her into it, she had still killed Berdly. She couldn’t imagine the implications of that getting out into the Hometown rumor mill. And that was if her story was even believed. There was a chance they might just think she was going insane, which was almost just as bad.

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     *  you  freeze,  taken  aback  by  the  sheer  power  your  voice  had  as  you  spoke.  you  sounded  so  desperate  to  have  her  hear  you  and  see  that  it  really  wasn’t  you  who  did  it,  but  how  could  you  ever  say  to  her?  she  saw  that  it  was  you.  she  heard  your  voice  and  saw  you  making  those  commands  while  you  coldheartedly  told  her  to  freeze  your  own  friend.  you  falter,  unsure  how  to  go  on  after  you  practically  yelled  at  her.  she  just  wanted  answers.  she  wanted  to  know  why  you  did  it,  but  you  can’t  give  her  an  answer  to  anything  because  you  don’t  know  a  single  thing.

     *  you  want  to  cry.  you  want  to  let  out  all  of  the  frustration;  the  heaviness  in  your  chest  by  yelling  it  all  out  and  sobbing  until  your  eyes  are  dry  but  you’re  not  in  the  position  to  do  so.  you  feel  like  you  aren’t  in  the  position  to  do  so.  noelle  probably  thinks  you  aren’t  in  the  position  to  do  anything  after  what  you  have  done  to  her  and  your  friend.  ‘i  didn’t  want  it  to  happen.  i  didn’t  do  it.  i  never  wanted  to.  i  never-’  your  chest  feels  heavy.  you  feel  like  you’re  getting  sick.

     *  this  is  even  worse  than  looking  at  yourself  in  the  mirror.  at  least  you  can  push  away  your  disgust  by  smashing  it  to  bits  and  pieces  or  turning  it  away.  you  can’t  do  that  when  you’re  in  front  of  your  friend  like  this.  ‘i  didn’t  do  it.  i  don’t  know  why  i  can’t  control  myself.  how  the  hell  can  someone  lose  control  of  their  own  soul  anyway?  why  am  i  never  myself?  i  don’t  know.  i  don’t  know.  i  don’t  know  anything.’

     *  you  don’t  know  anything.

     *  you  can’t  meet  noelle’s  eyes.  

Noelle recoiled back as their voice raised, her shoulders tensing. She stared them down with wide eyes, looking like something akin to a deer in headlights. In the back of her mind, the words repeated like a broken record, as she tried to process them in a way that made sense.

I didn’t do it.

In a strange way, it almost made sense. She’d thought to herself over and over again that Kris seemed like an entirely different person in the Cyberworld. They were pushy and outspoken, with a voice that sent chills down her spine. They manipulated her into doing horrible things. Things they knew were wrong.

The Kris she had grown up with was quiet and mischievous. Always considered the weird kid on the block, but never downright malicious. The Kris she knew was the one person she knew how to say no to. The Kris she knew was her friend.

Yet a part of her felt like just accepting their word as the truth would be a mistake. She was so afraid of falling into another trap. So afraid of hurting someone else she cared about. But even so, she cared about Kris, too. And if this was true, by denying it, she would be hurting them.

It was a contradiction. 

As much as it sounded insane, to any normal bystander, the Cyberworld would have sounded insane as well. Yet the two of them, for better or worse, knew that what had happened there was real.

So, then, what was stopping this from being real, too?

“Kris...” Heart pounding, she folded her hands against her chest. “I-I don’t... I don’t know what to say. I want to believe you, I do, but...”

//Heads up! I changed my Discord tag ‘cause some dude on there from a server I was in was making various alts to harass me (not in a really serious way, just an annoyance, don’t worry about it) My Discord tag is now SunsetColored#0154!