The manor is located in Dreamtale.

First floor is at the top and the second at the bottom.

Nightmare renewed this place when he came back to Dreamtale, after Dream's return.

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Nightmare and Dreamtale belong to @ jokublog.

Killer belongs to @rahafwabas.

Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale.

Horror belongs to @sour-apple-studios.

Cross belongs to @jakei95.

French version:

Portant le poids de siècle d’existence, la pâleur de la tendresse fut changée en venin noir. 

“Ô Dieux vertueux, Ô Déesses protectrices… Où sont passés vos dons ?”

Tu les as avalés; répliquèrent les voix.

“Désirs interdits… Volonté inextinguible… M’avez-vous laissée ?”

Il ne reste que ta carcasse; murmurèrent les voix. 

“Espoirs passés, qui vous ont détruits ?”

Ne vois-tu pas la fautive ? Demandèrent les voix. 

“Et vous, pouvez-vous cesser de me tourmenter ?”

Il ne restait que le poids de son cœur sans éclat et ses regrets pour lui tenir compagnie. 

"Après tout ce temps… Je ne rêve que de vôtre salut… Et du Vraie Silence…"

Seule, un éclat ébène dévorait toujours la Gardienne, ses sentiments réduits en cendres.

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Art by @cosmique-oddity ! Thanks pal for the cover of the Seeletale Story 💜

As time flows, the blazing phœnix roamed in the endless nature of their native univers: Exentale.

Always witnessing, never acting.

When the Mother of Emotions died, they remained silent.

When the Lady of the Forest broke their friendship, they let her plunge into sorrow.

When the sacrificial twins collapsed, they stared at their tragedy with boredom.

When the young spirit of Yggdrasil asked for help, they admired her feverish determination.

Days. And weeks. And years…

As soon as they open their eyes, the Guardian of the Tree of Life faced the same animals, the same plants, the same sounds…

Curious and fragile, their younger peer colored their monotonous every day life. They started to treat her as their sister.

Neither Nightmare or Dream knew their existence, stuck by maternal void. However, they never stopped to keep a close watch on them.

None of their sisters stayed alive, but the seeds they had left grew stronger. Brighter. Wiser. Poursueing their duties.

One day, Caym found missing fruits in their Tree.

The next second, they felt their soul burning like a bonfire.

For the first time of their existence, the phœnix left their land to hunt this Fate Thief.

No mortal could touch those fruits, so who dared to stolen the Tree of Life ?

Caym saw an old hybrid, sleeping. Magic and death seeped from their aura, like waterdrop flowing from a waterfall. They didn't know their name but the Guardian knew who they were: Eclipse, the new Guardian of the Souls.

- So you are the one who is supposed to rule them all… Enjoy the protection of your Precious. A Thief deserves no mercy…

In a sight, the Guardian of Life left their sibling, promising themself to put them to the test.

Stats: LOVE: 20. HP: 99. ATK: 99. DEF: 99.

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Exentale, Caym, Seila, Phoneim, SV!Nightmare and SV!Dream belong to me.

Nim, Lanny, Nightmare and Dream belong to joku.

The design was made by my bestie~ @cosmique-oddity

If anyone desires to us them or make fanart of them, it's okay. Just notify me, please !

Exentale is protected by a barrier, like the Omega Timeline. Only people who know the way to the first universe in the Seeleverse can go there. A few roots of Yggdrasil -the Tree of Magic- supply Exentale and connect it to Undersvörthám and the rest of the Seeleverse.

Another network links Exentale to the Seeleverse: the Lifelines. Those ways allow the dying souls to rejoin the Underworld, one of the three realms in Reapertale. They stay a very long time in Reapertale, then, when only the last fragments of their vital energy remain, souls return to the Tree of Life and nourish it.

Apart from that… Well… There's nothing but nature. No cities, no civilisation. It's a very quiet place, where u can feel every beats of each being who lives there. Divers biomes constitute this universe: a great desert, snowy tundra, tropical forest, fields of flowers...

The Tree of Life is only slightly influenced by seasonal changes or the number of existences it hosts. There are times when the Life Pomegranates are more numerous and others when their numbers drop drastically, most often depending on the number of universes destroyed / abandoned, or the arrival of new worlds within a short period.

Thus, on average, the Tree of Life maintains a fairly constant number of ripening fruits, around several hundred thousand. Its presence and the powerful energy emanating from it allow Exentale to maintain a stable barrier around its geographical space and prevent its discovery by malicious or unauthorized individuals.

Caym still patrols their universe to ensure that no intruders has managed to infiltrate their territory and constantly checks the condition of the Tree of Life's Pomegranates to be certain that no one has stolen any.

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Caym, Exentale and the Seeleverse belong to me.

Its warmth calls you. You desire to run your hands along its large bark, but frozen voices petrify you:

"She'll tear you off if you approach !"

"Youngest Guardian… Respected by her peers…"

"Nobody can resist to her icy glance… Her corrosive lips…"

"One word from her and you lose all your Determination."

"A dark path runs in her veins, corrupting every single piece of her mind."

"Flames. Roots. Sun. Moon. All filled by the duty of protecting Fruits, of preserving the Multiverse… Helped by the Eclipse."

"Helped by Her."

"Be quiet ! Or she'll arrive…"

You feel the deep perfume of chrysanthemum invade your breath.

One last whisper warns you:

"Caym for the Life. Phoneim for the Magic. Nightmare and Dream for the Feelings… And Seila for th…"

- Greetings, little Soul. Are you lost ? Let me help you: I'll send you back where you belong… Home. Farewell.

The last things you see are her thin smile and her heterochromatic eyes, similar to a deep crepuscule.

Darkness surrounds you. All of the voices fade away.

When you open your eyes, you recognized the ceiling of your bedroom.

Was all of this just a dream ?

You don't remember anything, but a few sentences ring in your head:

"Friends and family, feel free to visit the precious universe of the Guardian of the Souls.

Ennemies and thieves, take your strength and luck with you.

Beware of the Lady who speaks to the Souls, she could turn you into Fruits… Or into Ashes."

Stats: LOVE: 20. HP: 99. ATK: 99. DEF: 99.

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Seila, Caym, Phoneim, SV!Nightmare and SV!Dream belong to me.

Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog.

The art was made by my dear friend @cosmique-oddity ! Thank u so much pal ! <3

If anyone desires to us her or make fanart of her, it's okay. Just notify me, please !

The biggest tree is the Tree of Souls and all the grounds next to the sea is part of the Loarsaith's estate.

Esmontd Town (Village d'Esmondt in French) is a small village where Humans and Monsters live together.

And after 3 months of sketching, I have the plan Seila's house (drawn by me).

The manor may seem quite modern, but Seeletale's development is similar to the end of the 19th centuries/the beginning of the 20th centuries.

And yeah, she's not alone but I'll talk about her children later. You just need to know that Kamui and Shiiro are twins and her eldest children, Zéro's the second one and Lyra the last one. She's also her adoptive daughter.

Byeee~

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♦ Mage of the trio, he dodges a lot and never fights hand-to-hand. His bones and Blasters are his favorite weapons. 

♦ Dust’s able to flirt with the first person who seems entertaining to kill time during some missions (infiltration, spotting, escorting Nightmare, etc). 

♦ He smokes during his free time, with Killer and Horror who aren’t bothered by the smell of cig. Even if he doesn’t feel anything -kinda normal when u have no lungs-, he likes to chew and burn it. It’s also a good way to approach his targets during missions. 

♦ Our dusty boy knows that his brother is just a made-up spirit coming from his mind. He’s still disturbed by that because he feels him like he feels Killer or Horror next to him. Dust tried to not think about him and not talk to him, especially when he’s alone. He often dreams about the past: he always wakes up after killing Papyrus, tired, frightened and bored, accustomed to this scene. When he’s drunk or tired, he’s more inclined to have a conversation with his brother. 

♦ Dust has the most Determination of the Bads (i wont talk about Cross because his DT mainly comes from X!Chara). He cant Reset or Save anymore because he leaves his universe. However, he’s able to overstep death. It happens many times during fights against Monsters or Humans. Because of that, he takes a lot of risks

 ♦ His wardrobe is mainly sweats and jeans. Even when he sleeps, he keeps his hoodie and hides his skull. It’s nearly a miracle to see him without it. And he never washes his scarf. 

♦ Dust joined the Bad’s a few months after Killer, when the black one received the mission to go find new members. Nightmare didn’t want to have a big group or sector of influence, but Killer wasn’t enough to avoid Ink’s harassment and his twin. So, our little teary boy was wandering around the Seeleverse and met Dust in his universe during one of his countless loops. The two skeletons fought for hours, with several resets and comebacks from Dust, until NM stopped them. They were both exhausted, especially Killer, who hadn't had any “death breaks” unlike his opponent. Aware of that, the negative brought him back to Dreamtale to heal him. The NM-Killer duo returned a few days later to ask Dust to leave his universe and join them. His response was simple: he laughed before challenging NM to a duel. Dust lost, ending up unconscious. When he woke up, he was no longer in his universe and had been healed. Since then, he has hardly set foot in his original world. 

♦Waking up. Killing. Sleeping. Reset. Tired of his cyclical routine, death and returns to the past, Dust waited until he had enough LOVE and STATS to destroy his Human. Despite all his efforts and sacrifices, he still wasn't strong enough to defeat his nemesis. He had been waiting for days, but it wasn't that horrible brown-haired Human he met in the middle of Snowdin. It was a Monster, one that looked far too much like him… Thinking it was just another figment of his fragmented mind, he attacked. His opponent returned his attacks without flinching, despite their tight exchanges. It was only when a huge Gaster Blaster reduced him to ashes and he returned to his bed that Dust realized it wasn't just a hallucination. He didn't count the number of times he faced this stranger, but he liked his style, his rhythm... It had been a long time since a fight had stimulated him so much. On the verge of defeat, his opponent was saved by a pile of black mud. The thing looked at him briefly and then disappeared. Days passed, one or two Resets took place, but Dust's attention was focused on these strange visitors. 

When he saw them again, when Nightmare defeated him, when he woke up in a cozy, warm bed, far from the ever-present dust of his home, he felt almost… appeased. His brother's face had not appeared during his sleep. He did not hear his voice when he got out of bed. As he wandered through the long corridors of the mansion, he soaked up the atmosphere of the place. The silence. The sober decor. A slightly disturbing aura, like a sea capable of raging. Then he came across the black and the tearful skeletons. The two men were having breakfast. Killer asked how he was doing, while Nightmare handed him a contract with the tip of his tentacle. A laugh escaped him. Dust spent days sleeping and fighting Killer, determined to beat him. No more pressure, no more Humans, no more underground filled with memories... He felt a little alive again. 

One evening, those same memories came back to haunt him. His brother's reproaches burned him to the bone, while Toriel's disappointed gaze made him lose all desire to speak. The skeleton woke up with a start, sweating but feeling lighthearted. The strange master of the house was at his bedside, surrounded by a purple halo. There was no mockery or smugness on his face. He was reading peacefully, seemingly unconcerned with his fate. At least, that's what the dusty skeleton believed before he saw the damp handkerchiefs at his bedside, soaked with a slightly red liquid. His tears. 

“Your paper... Is it still relevant ?”  

♦ Due to his past experiences, Dust avoids Humans and only spends time in worlds where he can be surrounded by Monsters. Hybrids don't bother him much, as he hasn't seen many. However, he sometimes has to encounter them during his missions. Dust then tries to pass his work on to one of his colleagues, but strangely enough, he can't find them. In these cases, he forces himself to appear as friendly as possible in their company and avoids close contact with them.

Stats: LOVE: 20. HP: 99. ATK: 85. DEF: 61.

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Poor Dusty, he was waiting for his English version for like… 4 months… yeah anything is first written in French -first language-

Uni takes too much energy ;-;