free fallen

Integrity & the Dusty Tutu

(undertale spoilers)

There is a common idea that one of the previously fallen children, Integrity, had killed monsters. This is likely because the Old Tutu is described as a “DUSTY TUTU” in a call with Papyrus.

However, this evidence is not as conclusive as it appears.


Among the different items, Integrity’s have interesting descriptions.

There are two ways to interpreting the item’s description. Quite literally, the Old Tutu’s defense stat is better than stats of the items found before Waterfall. The tutu is an “Armor,” and it is protective. However, the description can be read in a sarcastic tone. Realistically, a tutu is a rather flimsy piece of material. The narration could be sarcastic, which wouldn’t be uncommon given other sarcastic narration in the game.

In a similar way, the Ballet Shoes have a higher attack stat than the other items found before Waterfall. Whether that is enough to “make you feel incredibly dangerous” is debatable. This description could be sarcastic as well.

In any case, these item descriptions would not have a reflection on who Integrity was. Chara only recently woke up thanks to the player/frisk’s power, so they were not around for the other fallen children. It would be impossible for NarraChara to have known Integrity.


The word “dusty” doesn’t exclusively refer to monster dust in Undertale. It is also used to describe when an item is covered with dust from disuse/not cleaning. 

The first use of “dusty” is in Asriel’s old bedroom. However, it is known for a fact that Asriel’s dust “spread across the garden” when he died. It’s highly unlikely that his dust was collected and spread on this photo frame, given that Flowey later comes to life because he was an essence-filled golden flower.

In another example, Toriel mentions that the basement is dusty in order to coax Frisk back upstairs. It’s extremely unlikely she means monsters perished there. Basements and attics tend to be dusty because these rooms aren’t used very often.

Two more uses of “dusty” can be found in Alphys’ room. Unlike her anime and manga, the scientific books are “dusty” from disuse. Likewise, her work table has dust on it. While the amalgamates’ origin may seem to give credence to this being monster dust, this is the worktable where Alphys works on Mettaton’s body. 

She has been avoiding working on his body, however, because she is “afraid if i finish his body, he won’t need me anymore… then we’ll never be friends ever again.”

The last innocent use of “dusty” is in Asgore’s home. As mentioned previously, this cannot be Asriel’s dust because his dust was spread across the garden.

In comparison, there are only two uses of “dusty” that refer to monster dust.

Without a doubt, this refers to monster dust considering that this is a genocide route exclusive text. There is literally dust on the human’s hands from killing monsters.

This line is only seen when trying to sell to Burgerpants after talking to him in the genocide route. Because this is genocide route exclusive, this likely refers to monster dust as well.


While “dusty” is used in both cases of regular dust and monster dust, the dusty tutu is old. It had been discarded in Waterfall, possibly untouched ever since. Without any evidence of what the ballerina child did in their time in the underground, the more reasonable conclusion is that the tutu is simply covered in regular dust.

fallen london // sunless sea player characters, part the second!!! this time featuring all of the ones i have who are developed enough to have names/personalities/designs <33 left to right: 

terault wellsey, one of the first of the lineage of captains to achieve success.  unfortunately his desperate need for money and lack of knowledge of the powers of the zee lead him to accidentally sell out the admiralty to the dawn machine, after which he found his revenue stream much reduced and “”voluntarily”” retired back to london

tierney lynch, the terror of the zee, bearing a whiff of cold salt and candle-smoke.  sailed back into london one day on a ship completely empty of crew but for one strange, sigil-marked man who would not leave the cabins.  she is marked by the well of the chapel of lights. the red hunger lives in her still. 

acantha aurora, minor poet of veilgarden.  in some disgrace still over the matter of a certain play.  she believes in romance, adventure, and hedonism.  somewhat worrisomely involved in the affairs of hell; she has an unhealthy fascination for the devils of the brass embassy.  currently searching for the return of her soul; it’s not going so well. 

sylvia hawthorne (belonging to @spookyopercula), lady by night, working captain by day– or the reverse; it’s so hard to tell in the neath.  her ship is full of miscreants; a wistful deviless keeps her bed warm sometimes.  

tempest field, tierney’s niece and heritor of her wealth, has put to zee in search of herself.  she has found it in the deep jaws and bilious waters of nook.  fey, wild, and more than a little chilly to the touch without wine to warm her; most of tempest’s crew are wary of her, and probably with good reason.

Reasons to Play Fallen London

Free. So there.

Social interaction! Give gifts, swap items!

Friendly, classy playerbase. No git gud, no griefers.

Gay. So gay. No gender limits on romance or marriage. Cute girls! Marry a face-stealing monster spy who is A Cute. Date a razor-witted suffregist. Canon gay romances! Between famous NPCs! Including a Bishop! Nad no one in London has a problem!

Soooo funny. Want a threesome on Queen Victorias throne? You can do it!

Badass women like whoa. The Mayor of London is a woman (also a nun, madam, and teacher). One of the most brutal crime lords is a little old lady.

You can throw a sexist doctor out a window for talking about hysteria and uterine vapors.

You can learn a language that has a symbol that means “The act of kidnapping a new friend,” how cool is that?

It’s like Terry Pratchett and H.P Lovecraft had a whimsical goth phase, just play it.

Reblog this if you’d be willing to answer some questions about being an incarnate angel.

I’ve decided my book project for this year will be about incarnate angels. I have a few ideas for the content of the book, but nothing is set in stone yet. The title is still a work in process as well. Since I’m only one person, I can’t speak for every angel out there; therefore, I’d like to get as many opinions on certain topics as I can.

You can reblog this regardless of your religion, age, gender, sexuality, birth sex, physical appearance, weight, etc. As long as you identify as an incarnate angel, I want to hear your opinions. Whether you see yourself as an angel currently, believe it was a past life, or even view it in a psychological sense, I want your input. 

Please spread this around and share it with your #actuallyangelic friends.

None of your personal information will be used without your permission. The questions I ask will pertain to how you discovered you were an angel, how you found your name or form(s), what religion you come from (if any), what you feel your purpose is, how you feel about the community here on Tumblr, etc//

If you reblog this post, I will send you a questionairre to fill out and send back to me, if you’d like. You do not have to answer every single question, or share the response of every question with me. Feel free to leave questions blank if you’d prefer not to answer. 

Thanks for reading - I hope to see some interesting responses!

(PS: My messages, submit, and askbox are all open if for whatever reason you can’t reblog this post.)

The Night Ahead (Part 3)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: as always, thank you for the comments and reblogs. any kind of feedback is loved and appreciated. MASTER LIST | PART TWO

Originally posted by sxy-seabass

“What kind of contract were you on?” he asked me.

Bucky had knocked on my door early the next morning. I was already awake, but I had pretended to be annoyed when I opened the door and allowed him to come inside. He sat down in one of the recliners in the corner of the bedroom, while I sat at the foot of my bed.

“It was really more like a lease agreement,” I said. “HYDRA paid the organization I belonged to for my services, and I was at their disposal until that lease was up.”

“What organization?” he wanted to know.

Keep reading

The Boss’s Daughter

* John Laurens x Reader

* Hamiltime

* Requested by: @cheyenne-dunn-universe

* Request: I was wondering if you could do a John Laurens imagine where you are Washington’s daughter and you rush into one of his meetings without knowing he was in one and you meet John. Then you meet again at the winter ball and it’s like helpless.

A/N: Done! And now proof read. Thanks to everyone who liked it and told me it was good. It was shit. Like the grammatical errors made me cringe. But its all better now! It’s easier to enjoy!

Word Count: 3, 470


You strolled through your house. You needed to see your father for a moment but you really should’ve thought about things for a minute. There was a war on and your dad was the general. He’d have very important meetings all the time. However, you waltzed right to the door of his office and barged in without even knocking. You froze in the doorway when you realized your father was talking with two young soldiers. “Oh. Sorry.” You squeaked. You knew you should back out of the room but you were frozen in embarrassment.

“Uh, Washington? Who’s that?” The shorter of the two men asked.

“Is that important Hamilton?” He asked the man. Hamilton. Of course. Alexander Hamilton. You heard your dad talk about him a lot. Hell, your dad praised the man as almost as much as he did you. He spoke of him like the son he never had.

“Well, I guess its not important. But Alexander and I are very curious Sir.” The other man spoke up. He was just staring at you with a strange look on his face.

“Seriously, Laurens?” Your dad asked him. John Laurens. Another name you heard a lot. According to your father he was a young soldier with a lot of potential. You thought you can add extremely attractive to the description. He had freckles spotting his face and his hair was full of tight curls. You could only tell because a few strands had fallen free of the pony tail he was sporting.

Keep reading

She’s under a little despair that leads her out of here

My half of a trade with hanasaku-shijin as a gift for rwby-rose!

Happy Birthday Emmy! (^▽^)ノ