no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder
Undertale AU where Mettaton is a vocaloid
Fun fact: after completing the True Pacifist ending of Undertale it seems like everyone has gotten their happy ending and the only threat to their happiness is you, The Player, who has the power to reset their progress and annul the ending.
This is is both true and false. There is one other character in the game, canonically capable of resetting the timeline for funsies. The Player (arguably) never sees that happening because while in the game world their own determination/time powers override his. However, once The Player is no longer on the game, there should be nothing stopping that other character from becoming the master of timeline again.
Every moment you aren't playing the game, aren't accessing your save file, Flowey has his turns with the keys from the time travel machine. Every time you close the game you leave everyone alone with him, especially after getting an ending.
This is hinted to when Flowey is the one to tell the Player how the get the "perfect" ending, an ending where he still ultimately ends up as his Flower self. As well as begs the Player on behalf of all monsterkind to let everyone retain their happy endings and not play the game anymore. This is despite the fact that the flower is stated to be souless and completely devoid of care or empathy.
The Player is being manipulated into giving Flowey his power back, permanently.
Why would a game about extending love and empathy to people you would usually pass without giving their lives a moment of consideration, conclude by telling you to stop carring and move on form all the connections you made.
Sick of characters who are simply Cool or Badass or Horrifying or Edgy all the time. They need to be pathetic too. It elevates them. It’s like adding a bit of salt to a sweet dish to bring out the flavour. Tbh, I think a character can only be truly horrifying, badass, etc. WITH a lil bit of pathetic in 'em.
Why does omega Flowey have a TV face…
metaphor for how he doesn’t have his own identity so he has to put on a show for everyone else.
mechanical parts got mixed in when alphys gave him dt, so he’s part machine and that’s incorporated into his design.
reflection of trauma he has related to tvs (watched a scary show?????)
flowey is an ipad kid (according to dog-eater)
looks cool.
take your pick!
anyone else load up the photoshop flowey fight just to feel something?
do u ever lose your mind over how, in one way or another, each element of this form ties back into who he is and why?
flowey's aim in this fight is to instill a terror in you that defies reason. he wants you horrified, out of your mind. trapped. stuck.
but above all, he wants you to feel HELPLESS.
what better way to pull that off than by using his own horrors?
flowey didn’t need to conjure up new nightmares; the ones that haunt him are more than enough.
those grotesque human eyes glaring down at you. probably the same eyes that once looked at him, filled with hatred and fear. the cold judging eyes that saw him as nothing but a monster, something to be destroyed—erased—for something he never even did. the vines, those long, suffocating tendrils, reach out to strangle you, replicating the suffocation of being stuck in a flower. and then there’s the tv head. the literal device on which his greatest failure can be played—REPEATEDLY.
this is flowey's desperate attempt to make you experience the same helplessness he’s known for so long. he didn’t choose this. who would? flowey was made into this, by forces far beyond his control, and now he’s lashing out because there’s nothing else left for him.
the fight is brutal. it feels impossible. hopeless. he succeeds, if for a brief moment, in making you feel powerless and at his mercy.
but... with whatever little strength you have left, you call out for help—just as he once did.
six times you do this. six times, help arrives.
how is that fair?
he begged for help too, but no one answered. nobody ever came. he was left alone, his pleas sinking into an unforgiving stillness
why wasn’t he worth saving?
the fight resumes and you get help a seventh time. seven times. when he couldn’t get just one.
you're saved. you get to walk away, victorious. whereas he is left, abandoned once again, in silence.
joyous creature
sometimes i think about toriel in that first run when flowey finds her in the RUINs, having her dead son return to her for comfort, broken and helpless, and being unable to provide for him in the one impossible way he desperately needed, "fixing him" "making it okay" the way only his mom should've been able to do.
flowey kills himself after she fails. you ever think about that? cause i think about that. you're gonna tell me she didn't notice? that she was cheerfully oblivious as things failed to get better and he grew more desperate and more hurt and more hopeless, as she failed him like she once did and always will fail him? you're gonna tell me that didn't eat her alive? didn't keep her up at night? didn't break her back into all those tiny little shards of herself she'd glued back together and swept under the carpet by sheer force of will?
do you think she gets nightmares about it, still?
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
I am very serious about that Gordon Flowey au
meme that beamed itself into my head while drawing something else