Speed Running To Post The Last Post Of The Old Year

GUYYSSSS WAHHHH I FINISHED LOVE ANGEL SYNDROME AND WAHHH IT WAS SO COOL

it's short BUT SO COOLLLLLL

I wanna cosplay Yuuna ASAPP

can i have a treat... the most i really have in mind is something about post-pacifist flowey/flowey having a good time cause i want to see my funny little dingus happy

your wish is my command.

A solitary leaf drifted lazily off a tree. Flowey watched through the murky windowpane as it reached its destination, joining its brethren in cushioning the falls of pedestrian feet. 

“Really pretty, huh?”

Flowey turned his gaze from the window to see Frisk sauntering over and saddling up to star. “Bet you didn’t have them this pretty in the Underground.”

Flowey didn’t answer their statement, instead electing to return stars gaze to the window. Frisk either didn’t get the memo or simply didn’t care, as they continued standing next to Flowey, bouncing on the balls of their feet, awaiting a response. After a long moment, Flowey whispered a sigh and, without turning his head, spoke back to Frisk bluntly.

“I don’t see anything pretty about them. They’re dying husks of things that used to be living, all shriveled up and DEAD. All they’re doing is putting on a good show before their eventual demise.”

Frisk was silent for a while and Flowey gave them a glance to see that they’d covered up their mouth with their hand. Surely Flowey hadn’t shocked them THAT much, had he? They knew that star was a soulless husk, of course he wouldn’t find dumb leaves PRETTY! 

Frisk made a weird noise with their mouth and Flowey realized they were covering up a snicker. “I never knew you were a leaf nihilist, Flowey.”

Flowey stared at them, trying to figure out what blatantly incorrect assumption was most worthy of counteracting. “I’m not—leaf nihilist isn’t even a real—it’s TRUE, isn’t it? Sure, the leaves LOOK pretty. But that’s just a cover-up. A way of hiding that they’re dying on the inside!”

“Are we still talking about leaves?”

“YES!”

“If you say so.”

Frisk stared at Flowey for a moment, trying to read his thoughts. “That’s not what the leaves make me think of. You know, leaves aren’t ‘alive’ alive. They’re part of the tree.”

“So? The tree is dying, then. It’s losing parts of itself until it rots away completely!”

“The tree.”

“YES, the tree!”

“Alright. But I don’t think the leaves are part of it. They’re like… fingernails, or something.”

“Fingernails.”

“Well, that sounds kinda gross… it’s like… I dunno, like how dogs shed their fur, right? And they’re still the same, living dog underneath. They just get a new coat! And just because their outsides are different doesn’t mean the tree isn’t the same on the inside!”

Flowey contemplated this for a moment. Star didn’t… hate that idea. He looked back down towards the trampled leaves, red and golden in the light of the drowsy sun.

“But, y’know, you could try not making everything about death and gloom and stuff. The leaves can just be leaves. Pretty leaves. You have to admit they’re pretty.”

Flowey was silent.

Frisk gently placed their hand beneath Flowey’s face and shifted it upwards so his gaze rested on the trees.

“Especially the ones not on the ground.”

Sunlight beamed through the branches, lighting the trees aflame with color and vibrance. Flowey let out a sigh despite himself as somewhere deep within him a singular knot unraveled. 

Frisk was right, star admitted. This was so much better than the leaves underground. To say the least.

Flowey grudgingly tore his head away from the sight and looked at Frisk, aggravated to see that they were covering their mouth again. “What?” The question came out less aggressive than he’d intended.

“Nothing. You just looked so starstruck. You REALLY need to get out more. And maybe look up more. Though I see how that could be a problem, considering.” They moved their hands a foot apart and grinned.

“What’s that even supposed to—HEY!”

Frisk giggled. Flowey adamantly fought any desire to join in. He was not about to injure his pride in such a manner. Flowey took a deep breath. No need to acknowledge what they’d said, that would only encourage them, it would only—

A little ways away from star, Flowey heard Frisk whisper a single word. “Shortie.”

Flowey launched himself off the windowsill. “YOU WANNA SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU LITTLE—”

They found themselves breathless on the floor, Flowey claiming it was from rage and knowing it was from laughter.

ohhh yesss!

i did not forget flowey friday!! (angstier than normal be warned)

at some point flowey tries to convince papyrus to kill people. he blatantly refuses. flowey gets papyrus to attack something, then moves a monster in front of him. the attack does no damage. he tries tricking papyrus into thinking it’s justified. he still won’t do it. he tells him it’s the only way to accomplish his dream. nothing. even if flowey forces him through every step, papyrus still can’t kill anyone. in terms of impossibility, it’s right up there with getting asgore to show him the souls.

eventually he breaks down. screams at papyrus. “it’s kill or be killed! why won’t you just KILL?” papyrus won’t affirm his worldview. and it makes him feel sick. if it’s an undeniable truth, and he KNOWS it is, why doesn’t papyrus..?

when he’s shouted his throat raw, he looks up at papyrus. and there’s not exactly pity in his eyes, but some kind of understanding. and then papyrus pulls out a stack of slasher films (where did he get those???) and they watch them until morning because “IF YOU WANT TO SEE VIOLENCE, FLOWERY, THERE’S A PERFECTLY EASY WAY TO SEE IT THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE MURDER!!” flowey reloads a couple times in a row til he stops screaming at the scary parts.

and okay, it’s STILL kill or be killed, but wrapped in blankets, eating popcorn, watching people get torn to shreds by someone that isn’t him for once… maybe there’s enough killing going on right now. later he’ll go back to it, he can’t avoid the truth. but for a little bit he can escape it. just for a little bit.

“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

Not a fan of their ship, just like their dynamic

I am very serious about that Gordon Flowey au

PSA: golden flowers and buttercups are not the same plant.

flowey is a golden flower. golden flowers did not exist in the underground until asriel brought them back with him from the surface. golden flowers are edible and can be used to make tea. golden flowers are fictional plants from undertale.

buttercups are poisonous. buttercups already existed in the underground when chara fell. buttercups are what chara used to accidentally poison asgore and intentionally poison themself. buttercups are real flowers that exist in real life.

stop mixing them up please 😭 I beg 😭

Toby has spoken

the many forms of Boy