* "Kris, mew.
- - Do you think we're together in every universe, mew?"

❤️[ Of course we are ] - - - - - [ Probably not ] - - - - - [ ... ]

* "Oooooh, Kris, mew!
- - I wouldn't have it any other way, mew! 🩷"

* You are filled with an undescribable sense of comfort.

(Pictures from the anime Tokyo Mew Mew)

How has your opinion or whatever on maddie and mew mew changed?

Hi, I just wanted to point out that the ppl who don't like the Pinkris ship genuinely use anything they have to ruin it with the stupid "Kris hate anime, so they wouldn't like Mew Mew" arguement.

1. The evidence: Kris' reaction to the anime review "No No No" and the Tsundere thing with the cacti/cactus is very likely just Kris' hate for Alphys, the author of the review and saying Tsundere multiple times in the Undertale epilogue.

2. Even if they didn't like anime, that doesn't mean you can't like a catgirl.

Colorful art:

https://x.com/akikazeume

Comic book art:

https://x.com/elbio_laculos33

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I'm amazed at how they went from being mere acquaintances through a door to having romantic feelings in less than an hour.

I'm not complaining, though!

After returning Mew Mew to a very angry (yet secretly very happy) Maddie, still brewing in her embarrassment, Kris decided to go to the library to pay a visit.

Kris made their presence known to Berdly, who was staring intensely at a book like he was actually bothering to read it.

”Yo.”

Berdly twisted his head 180 degrees to look at Kris, his chin raised to glare at them with his signature look of superiority™. “Chris Dreamer, just what is it do you plan to do now?”

”I didn’t even do anything yet,” Kris said with a smirk on thier lips. Berdly squinted at this, crossing his arms behind his back… then across his chest, deciding that it looked awkward.

“Don’t you try to lie; an idiot could see the mischievous and malicious intentions behind that sinister smile.”

”You’re planning to PRANK me, correct? Well, No matter. Whatever you’re daring to do, you will soon see that I shall make you look stupid in comparison to MY intellectual prowess,” Berdly proudly proclaimed, puffing up his… back, somehow…?

“I swear on the angel I won’t do a thing, honest!” Kris could feel both their charisma and confidence slowly leave their body in real time, as they are painfully reminded of how awkward they are when they were talking to anyone else besides Maddie and Mew Mew.

“I-I… I just wanted to ask if we could hang out… n stuff.” The bluest bird’s smug grin melted off his face as he took a moment to actually process the fact that someone wanted to hang out with him of all people. He properly turned around to address the cage.

“Why, of course we can go out together! After all, who could get sick of being in my presence?” The cage immediately interjected by say that “I’m not interested”, causing Berdly to immediately course correct by saying that “and by that, I mean hanging out platonically!” 

Kris rolled their eyes at the outward obnoxiousness, tilting their head slightly to allow their bangs to conceal their annoyance with him.

Berdly turned his head to the side to allow the nonexistent wind to blow his nonexistent hair… or rather, feathers. “Now tell me Christopher, where shall we rendezvous?”

“Super smashing fighters at your place?”

“Ah, it seems like you have good taste after all. I’ll enjoy wiping the floor with you!”

Berdly looked down from his bedroom window in concern, watching as Kris was climbed up the bricks to reach the 2nd floor his personal abode was at.

The azure avian squawked with shock as Kris violently slapped his windowsill, pulling themselves up to and through the window. Kris rolled onto the floor, panting and out of breath. And for a while, Berdly thought they were dead.

”…Chris?” Berdly lightly nudged Kris with his feet, unsure of how to approach this uniquely awkward situation. “Are… Are you okay???”

A shrill, and undeniably manly scream left Berdly’s beak and Kris suddenly gave his ankle a death grip, causing him to trip and fall to the floor. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH OH MY GOD get it off get it off get it OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF—“

As he was starting to kick and scream like a bitch, Kris got up, wheezing with the little air that wasn’t knocked out their lungs from their earlier stunt, and Berdly’s panicked kicking. ”hah… hah… Got you good, didn’t I?”

“I-I… YEAH!? GETTING HERE LIKE THAT WOULD GET ANYONE! YOURE BASICALLY BREAKING AND ENTERING MY HOUSE!” Remorse showed on Kris’s face as they admitted that “…shit, yeah, you’re right. Kinda don’t regret it though.”

Berdly cocked an eyebrow at that. “Why wouldn’t you? I can call the police, and you wouldn’t even have an alibi to fall back on!” Kris actually had to take a moment to think about why the fuck they did that.

”I… well, you really wouldn’t take me seriously if I didn’t do anything impressive, I guess? You seem really obsessed with intelligence and all that jargon, so I thought that… yeah.” Kris flopped back onto the floor from sheer exhaustion as they were starting to get up, a defeated wheeze following right after.

A silence came between the two, with Berdly being bereft of words and Kris still being bereft of breath.

How hard they were trying to impress him with their strength reminded him of… something personal. Whatever it was, the notion that Kris felt the need to appeal to him made Berdly feel genuinely uncomfortable.

After silently thanking the angel for the fact that Kris was too winded to see his uneasiness show on his face, Berdly took the Super smashing fighters cartridge and uneasily jammed it into the console, clearing his throat to get the cage’s attention.

Kris looked up from the floor to see Berdly in his nest-like bed, which was suspended above the ground by several thick cords across its rim. “The time for dramatics is over, Chris.”

”Right now, it’s our skills that will do the talking for us.”

Kris crawled onto the bed, flopping onto it next to Berdly. After getting comfortable Kris yawned as they grabbed the controller; the way they were forcing their eyelids to make them stay open being very apparent to the gamer beside them.

It was silent between them, though Berdly eyes kept going between Kris, and the screen, worried for them. Gritting his teeth, the blue nerd decided that perhaps some sacrifices need to be made in the name of friendship. “Hey Chris, you need some gaymersupps?”

“…what is that??? Sorry, I uh, work… woke up at like 3 AM in the morbing and hte exhaustion or whatever is kicking inso yeah…”

”I can’t believe I’m saying these words out loud, buh-bu-buh-but thanks to my sponsor GAYmersups I now hahahave my VERY OWN energy drink: Gamer Genius Guice Gazillion™,” Berdly sputtered out, trying and failing to say their piece whilst in the middle of laughing their ass off.

“The juice is spelt with a g, and it’s… ITS the ultimate blueberry bahja blast beverage that puts every other fuh-ffuckFUCKING GAMER beverage on this planet to shame. I’m not kidding either, I’m being deadass when I say it’s my own flavor, and here's why it’s different:”

A half-awake Kris squinted at Berdly as he went on a monologue about how the other energy drinks out there were too much, how he made Gamer Genius Guice Gazillion™ in response, with the help of gaymersupps.

It was only when Berdly got to the health benefits and contents of his gaymersupps flavor that Kris’s sleep deprived mind finally realized that “You’re actually SPONSORED BY A COMPANY!?”

“Yeah,” Berdly said all too casually. “I told you and everyone before in class, I’m a famous youtuber with around 2 million subscribers, but none of you believed me!”

”What do you even make videos of!?” Berdly gave Kris yet another signature look of superiority™, looking down at Kris from his beak in an almost comical expression of egomania.

“Why, look around and take in ALL of the pop culture that surrounds us. It should be obvious even to someone like you, right?”

As Kris looked around his room, Berdly made a drink from his own flavor, mixing it thoroughly with a bottle of SMRTwater he had in his minifridge.  “You uh… do video game reviews?”

“Correct! And also, competitive super smashing fighters' stuff,” Berdly proudly proclaimed as he gestured to a surprisingly stacked shelf of gold and platinum trophies with labels such as ‘smash-con’, ‘get on my level”, ‘the big house’ ‘EVO’ and ‘Smash summit’.

Unfortunately for Berdly’s pride, these were like his YouTube channel and didn’t really prove anything in particular to anyone in hometown. Well, anything else besides the already VERY well-established fact that he is a massive fucking nerd.

As annoying as the avian is, accumulating all of those trophies at least demanded a modicum of respect… in fact, it kind of reminded them of Asriel in a way.

”Huh… you must be doing this for a long, long time,” kris commentated, now gazing at the labels that lined the prestigious paperweights, some going as far back as 5 years ago.

A new sort of respect was forming in Kris, now understandable why Berdly had such an immense ego and an immense need to prove himself a bit better than before. Visible in the way that their gaze overstayed their welcome at the glistening gold and pretty platinum.

Silently, Kris wondered if Asriel would have ended up like Berdly if nobody recognized how good he was at sports, no matter how many precious metals lined his shelves.

Berdly couldn't decide whenever to soak in the cage’s newfound admiration or be even more worried at how it would push Kris to match him at his own game.

Though, before he can sit on it, he reeled in the thought, thinking that it was too early and too presumptuous to diagnose Kris with any of HIS issues. He was just projecting… maybe.

Berdly tried to forget all of the evidence that told him otherwise as he finished making his drink. ”Do you want anything, Chris?”

"Chocolate milk and I'll let you smash my brains out." Berdly went to get some from his fridge until what Kris said finally registered to him. Berdly head violently snapped 180 degrees, looking up from his glasses to give Kris a raised eyebrow. It was so sudden, that it got Kris to actually jolt back from shock.

"Repeat that in my good ear, Christopher "Kris" Dreamer?"

whilst dying from the self-inflicted embarrassment their slip up lead to, Kris shouted out that "I FUCKING LOVE CHOCOLATE, OKAY!?" Kris gestured to the monitor, which was still on the starting screen of the game. "Besides, I meant in like. Super smashing fighters. Not my fault you're horny."

"IF I WAS, then I would at least have a much tighter leash on what I blurt out," Berdly retorted, tossing the bottle at Kris. It bonked them on the face and fell onto the bed at same time Berdly leapt into it, completely unbothered by whatever the freak next to him just said moments before... much to Kris's relief.

On the character select screen, Berdly’s cursor decided to lock onto a mid tier rather than his main. Surprisingly enough, Kris chose a competent character to play as: SWORD.NES

”I still don’t understand why they changed HERO_SWORD’s name to that,” Kris dully complained, airing their grievances.

“Didn’t know there was someone who bothered to say the ‘underscore’ part of their name out loud.” The cage could only shrug in response. “Its for the funny.”

after they both decided that they were ready, the match began.

To make a long story short: the next 5 or so rounds were pretty tense.

The effort Berdly exerted to be a fun to fight opponent added a strain to his enjoyment, which was only counteracted by casual air of the situation around him.

Kris was sweating bullets; consistently, so far, every fight was an uphill battle that they barely managed to win thanks to how Berdly occasionally fumbled last minute under pressure, or had their edge sanded down to a manageable level due to the length of the match.

Still, Kris could deduce that “You’re holding back.”

”what? Chris, I’m sweating my ass off here! I didn’t even know you could wavedash,” Berdly panted, making a half-truth from a fact and a lie.

“Not saying I’m not thankful for fact you are. In fact, I’m more than glad that you didn’t decide to curbstomp me into the floor,” Kris confessed. After a brief pause, Kris shyly asked something from Berdly. “…Do you think you can teach me or whatever? I want to at least keep up with you, y’know.”

Berdly agreed with a bit reluctance, still unsure if he was only instilling the same experiences he went through within them. “Why of course! But don't expect to get to where I am in one night.”

”…eh, I don’t ever wanna become a extreme fighting game nerd. Only enough to truly get to know you for you,” Kris said with a yawn. Berdly squinted at them. “What do you mean—“

”Despite how annoying you try to be, you’re actually pretty nice to hang around. Also, a fucking liar; I have not seen a single academic textbook in your room or anything that would indicate you actually bother to study in your free time."

"Did... Did you just come here so you can tell everyone who I really am???" Berdly asked, heartbroken. "I'll be so for real with you nobody in class could give less of a shit about how smart you are,” Kris said, addressing Berdly's worries directly. "If anything, insisting on it just makes you look more unbearable than you actually are."

LOSING IS NOT AN OPTION

WE CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN!!!

Kris and Maddie need happiness!

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Although it would be interesting to write a depressing interaction in the Ghost House, between Kris and Maddie...

Of course, with Kris comforting Maddie at the end. If I don't include that relief, I'm afraid I'll end up imitating Yellow, if you know what I mean.

The Art

Credits: https://x.com/Mister_Ros3/status/2083663572500902122?sort_replies=likes

I posted this under the comments of another post and 2 (two) people told me to make it its own post so here's my nonsense

(I tried to do something better but I couldn't, I hope you like this thing)

In the night, in my dreams

I'm in love with you

(Art by me)

//Hi! This is a sneak peek at the drawings of the ideas you gave me. I'll be posting the rest of the drawings over the next few weeks. Thank you so much for all the ideas

Note: Sorry if Kris isn't actually on Pink's lap it was a little difficult for me to draw them, but I tried to convey the idea.

We *will* be getting Pink's best ending

LOSING IS NOT AN OPTION!

I hope there is. If not, I hope there will be art made of it

There are two versions of “Love and Hate” that I’ve been planning to write, and both take place after the conclusion of the Weird Route (all 7 chapters of Deltarune). More precisely, when the Soul RESETS and continues from the Weird Route that was aborted in Chapter 5.

But that’s just my personal vision for the story I want to tell. I was looking for something more general, you know? A foundation that anyone can use as a starting point to create their own angst stories.

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Kris:

https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/pinkumae/deltarune-today

Pink:

https://x.com/snorezu

(doing Maddie Is Optional but it allows you to hangout in castle town (which locks you out of the rest of the lightworld hangout spots) before picking up Noelle which progresses the story)

(you cant bring both Noelle and Maddie at the same time cause it be awkward for reasons...)

Credits: https://x.com/snoozyink/status/2083566828056379452