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Ive never tried to draw a bike before

Not a fan of their ship, just like their dynamic

happy flowey friday!

i've realized that there are a lot more things to do with timeline powers than just try out different options.

flowey convinces toriel to make him a snail pie (his favorite!) and he saves right before eating so he can eat it over and over without getting full or tired of it. he'll find out how to recreate a really happy moment and relive it when he's feeling down. he holds on to every happy memory, makes a running list of them so if it ever gets too predictable he can move on to another.

the list eventually goes into disuse. but on the surface, something dredges it up. and he can't recreate those memories perfectly, but he can try. and he can't fit all that pie in him again, but he can spend hours baking one every week as time keeps moving forward, and he can yell at frisk for mixing up the recipe and hear them crack a joke as they both dissolve into helpless laughter and, strangely, that feels like the same thing. and he keeps adding and adding to the list, and it feels really special when he gets to 100.

wait hold on what if rouxls was like this

sure queenkaard is fun but what if they were actually besties instead

even funnier if queen goes from finding rouxls absolutely insufferable to being bros with him within like a few days. he does like, one moderately cool/non-annoying thing and shes chill with him now.

she'll be like "Okay This is my Super Annoying Super Crazy Super Weird And also Awesome and Hilarious but Also Kinda Goofy Homeboy Slash Minion who I am Coparenting My Son With Say Hello Rolex I mean Roblox I mean Rubik's Cube I mean Rules I mean Rouxls"

she also probably tries to hype up the position of being her friend so much too.

"Hey Man we are Totally Like Coworkers Now Lol We Should Be Besties So If You Hear Anyone Say Anything Bad About Me You Now Have: Full Permission to Explain to Them in Detail Why They are Objectively Wrong"

also she calls him girlfriend and bestie and bff but also dude and man and bro and tries to get rouxls to do the same

heres a visual i prepared

I like to think that flowey probably sounded more like asriel at first when he was earlier into his resets, and his current normal voice is something he actively made up to form a separation, like how he started calling himself flowey

Dumb flowey/kris interactions

Somewhere in another universe

can you tell who my favorite deltarune character is

chapter 3 probably

Fantober day 19: Pet <3 catttt :3 cat

prompts: @/flyteestudio

Human flowey/Asriel (again)

Monster frisk & Chara :3

Flowey needs to eat some melatonin gummies NOW!! GO TO SLEEP!!

that fucking flower i hate

Hungry so I drew Frisk eating a comically large chicken-

When texting, Clover uses proper grammar and punctuation. They also use basic emoticons like :) and ^_^.

When texting Flowey uses an obscene amount of exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a lot of caps lock for emphasis because MOST MESSAGING APPS DON'T HAVE ITALICS!!!!!!!!!! He uses kaomojis too ( >◡• )⌒＊ <- his favorite

to add onto the “flowey has hyperspecific knowledge about a lot of topics” thing. he also has experience in a lot of areas that the average person may consider “odd” or “strange” or “really freaking creepy dude, wtf.”

for instance, he’s watching an action movie and someone just got stabbed and his first reaction is “that’s not how blood comes out of wounds. they didn’t cut through a big vein, so actually the blood would be more of a pour. if they attacked a little higher, closer to those veins near the heart, there’d maybe be that kinda spray. but, honestly, they haven’t even removed the sword yet, what’re they thinking?”

everyone scoots away.

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 😭

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.

flowey fans are crazy. All you have to do is mention his name and they’ll all start screaming

the whole thing's devastating in itself, but would you guys believe me if i told you this part specifically makes me so super sad

flowey doesn’t allow himself to feel the snow. not really. he won’t talk about how the cold steadies him, or how it stirs memories of simpler times. he avoids thinking about the quiet. the way the world slows down under the weight of winter, how everything feels softer, almost bearable.

the peace feels too close. too easy.

thoughts like that aren’t for him. perhaps they never were. they belong to someone else. and flowey doesn’t get to be him. not anymore.

so, instead, he ignores it. kills it in its infancy. turns away from the idea before it drags up pieces of a life he refuses to remember. he acts like happiness isn’t something that should happen to him. a mistake. an error in the system that needs to be corrected.

there’s always this jaggedness to his words, something sharp enough to keep anything tender at bay. if something feels good, he cuts it down to size—turns it bitter, spits it back out as cruelty. it’s instinct by now, as natural as breathing.

that’s what flowey does. he tears things apart before they can convince him he deserves more. after all, it’s much easier to laugh at the world than to feel it.

this is just the way things are. the way they have to be.

the softness never feels right anyway. it’s awkward, like trying to cup water in clenched fists. like touching something delicate with hands meant only to destroy.

he’s flowey. he has to be flowey. and flowey doesn’t get to savor things. he doesn’t stop to enjoy the way the snow hushes the world or let the cold bite just enough to remind him he’s alive.

he knows better.

there's almost comfort in that. in shutting things down, in turning them brittle before they can take root. it’s neat. predictable. safe. no dangerous hope worming its way into places it doesn’t belong. no warmth overstaying its welcome. just the same old ache he’s carried for as long as he can remember—steady, familiar, dull.

manageable.

because if he let something good in… what then?

would it stay? refuse to leave? would it start to matter?

would he start to matter?

flowey knows exactly who he is. the villain. the failure. the one who tried to make things right and only made it worse. if there was ever a chance to be anything else, it’s long gone. whatever good might have existed in him has been buried beneath years of mistakes, smothered by everything he couldn’t save.

he had a plan once. a way to undo it all. make things right again. but it didn’t work. he didn’t work. he couldn’t save chara. couldn't save the monsters.

couldn’t even save himself.

and this… this is what’s left.

flowey. the version of him that learned to survive by not needing anything. the one who gave up on hope, joy, and peace because letting them in would mean the walls he built were never needed at all.

it would mean that somewhere inside, there’s still something soft. something worthy.

and he doesn’t know how to live with that. he’s not even sure he wants to.

control is all that makes sense anymore. he decides when the pain comes, how much, and from whom. he decides. no one else.

he’s built everything on that control—this image of who he’s supposed to be, what he’s supposed to feel. but what if he stopped? what if he let the bitterness go? what would be left?

just asriel?

and what would that mean? that there had always been another way?

no. he can’t let that be true.

so he copes. he compartmentalizes. keeps things boxed up neatly. flowey and asriel. good. evil. pain. hope. life. death. they don’t touch. they’ll never touch. he’d lose control if they did. and control is all he has left.

he makes sure to break things down before they have the chance to become anything real. he’s always the one to close the door first—better to leave than to be left behind.

if not, he might remember what it’s like to be exposed. vulnerable. weak.

and that’s something he cannot accept. the possibility that asriel is still in there. that there’s still a way back.

that maybe… he was never as far gone as he wants to believe.

it’s almost funny, in a way, because he’s already changed, whether he knows it or not. the fact that he’s still here, still witnessing the world after everything that’s happened, proves he’s not as detached as he wants to believe.

the fighting stopped. the cycle ended. the monsters are free. and even if he won’t admit it, even if he’s not ready to come to terms with it—there’s a quiet kind of peace in that.

even so, he will dig in his heels. even so, he will play into the role in a war that’s long over. even so, he won’t let anything awaken the barest trace of what it once meant to be asriel.

he is flowey.

the snow will keep falling. it’ll land on his petals.

it doesn’t stay.

neither does he.

because it’s easier that way.

a undertale yellow scenario/au idea:

Mettaton, in Undertale canon time, post UTYellow pacifist, goes into the abandoned Steamworks to see if there’s still anything fun in there to “repurpose” (steal) for Alphys’ projects.

however, he stumbles upon AXIS going on a date with their metal spouse. Mettaton leaves immediately since he doesn’t want to be rude or be seen, but he wants to know more, such as:

who is this other robot

who made them

why were they made

why are they living in the steamworks

do they have a soul? if they do, he’s not unique by being a robot with a soul anymore

were they made before, or after him? if they were made before him, he’s DEFINITELY not unique anymore

and he just goes on a wild chase trying to figure out the how and why of things and slowly discovering secrets that get crazier and crazier and more awful every time. by the end of it, Mettaton ends up having a conspiracy board covered with string and pictures and Alphys actually gets kind of concerned for him.

As much as I love a clover revival au I rlly wanna see more cool stuff

Why not check out fanmade undertale yellow content? We have:

Clover revival AU

Clover revival AU

Clover revival AU

Clover revival AU

Kanako revival AU

Clover revival AU

Clover revival AU

And last but not least

Clover revival AU

the biggest flaw in undertale’s writing was how they fully expected us to believe papyrus is unpopular both in real life and on social media

i personally hold that the whole -2 followers on undernet thing is a joke on how computers often use hexadecimal, so its actually 4 and not -2.

EVEN SO! THATS UTTERLY UNBELIEVABLE THIS GUY'S SO SILLY HE'D GO VIRAL IN MERE SECONDS

but i digress, whatever, alright, let's say that yeah okay he does only have 4 followers.

we're sure sans, undyne and alphys r the first 3....

who's the 4th?

i bring you to my (far-fetched) theory,

IT'S FLOWEY.

HE'S THE FOURTH FOLLOWER

these two are best friends. hear me out.

- flowey flatters, encourages, and praises papyrus

- this whole fucking sequence.

LOOK AT HIS FACE WHEN HE SAID IT TOOK HIM AGES TO GET BORED OF PAPYRUS IM ILLLLL

- flowey resorting to papyrus to lead u to alphys' lab. u can clearly tell flowey's feeding him lines to say 😭😭 the "HOWDY!" I CANNTTDHDJD PAPYRUS WOULD NOT SAY THAT! THEYRE SO BFFS STOP

- self-explanatory.

flowey and papyrus r oomfs. i will die on this hill

Speed running to post the Last post of the old year

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.

happy birthday toby fox :333

You know what. Fuck you.

*unhallows your ween*