eek. i really love undertale, and it’s fandom and the roleplaying community... but i remember why i disappeared. i honestly don’t think i do a good job ?? i feel like garbage lmao. i might go back into hiding haha. or activity might just be set on really low...

“don’   make    me    get    th’   PESTICIDE,    weed.”

     ❛   OH GEE... we don’t need to be THAT RASH, do we... er-   ❜   he looks like he’s going to be   s i c k   just from thinking about saying the word... BUT SOMEHOW. the flower manages to finish his sentence,   ❛   ..  - pal..?   ❜

     “ * what? ”     the way sans looks at flowey is far from HAPPY, despite the chilling grinstretching his skull. phalanges tap-tap-tap on the surface of the table, head held in hand; eye-lights mere slits as he watches this… thing. WELL, looks like he was gonna have afantastic day!    “ * oh, c’mon, flowey – ”

                                  “ * – you weren’t hopin’ i’d you here all bonely, were you? ”

     ❛   heheh. you’re joked aren’t HUMEROUS.   ❜

     ❛   -So,   CAN-IT.   ❜  he’s already upset. this flower didn’t have a soul, but he had RAGE. and plenty of it. flowey didn’t think them getting along was in the realm of possibility. flowey figured he had it worse, naturally. while frisk’s care protected him from most physical damage, the flower is still four limbs short of what this skeleton has. he had VINES, though... ideas are already  sprouting  in his head !   ... no pun intended.

❛   TRY   SOMETHING .    i  DARE  you . . .   ❜

❛             what is it, this time...?   ❜

ACT : SHOW HIM

Flurry doesn’t answer Flowey’s mangled demand  —  she does tend to ignore him when he poses difficult questions  —  and simply sets the porcelain flowerpot in her arms down ,  with a grunt of effort.  It clatters obnoxiously before settling.  Seemingly very pleased with herself,  the child turns to face her floral companion and beams ,  indicating to it eagerly.  

❝   —  ‘s f’ you ! !  ❞

     he mutates his face, trying to intimidate her to GO AWAY.   ❛   now... you got to see your FREAK SHOW. SO, BEST YOU LEAVE, KID. before... before you get HURT. you’ve been around me longer than these other idiots... YOU KNOW WHAT I’M LIKE.   “   the flower is growling at her, his eyebrows furrowing intensely.   ❛  then again... gee, it’s not like i can KILL you, now can i ?   ❜   his face scrunches up bitterly.

FOR UNDERTALE CHARACTERS, WHO UP FOR SOME UNDERTALE THEMED CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY? I’LL PROBABLY BE DOING IT LATER TODAY, I WANNA GET A GROUP READY THOUGH. 

when playing, we should all be i character !! who up for that? hmu in an IM or an INBOX MESSAGE if you’re interested !

“…very disturbing, to say the least.” toriel commented. hearing her voice and seeing that expression from the talking flowey gave her goosebumps. “however i would suggest you refrain yourself from doing that again.” but from her stern tone of voice it was clear that it was not a suggestion. 

he clears his throat, (what throat?), and shakes his head to refocus.   ❛   well !  SO MUCH FOR THAT BIT ! comedy never WAS my strong suit. leave it to that BLUE SWEATERED BONE-HEAD !  except HE’S NOT THAT GREAT EITHER !   ❜   the flower has got himself laughing way to hard at his own joke. it seemed all humor pointed at that skeleton gets him howling more than expected.

*you know why i’m here. i want you to stop talking to pap. you’re not his ‘best friend’ and you never will be.

     ❛             REALLY? because i think your BROTHER WOULD DISAGREE. im his friend. HE SAID SO.   ❜   the flower is laughing manically, eye color switching to DEMONIC BLACK POOLS.   ❛   you’re not going to take away your brothers’ BEST FRIEND, are you? just WHAT are you going to do, trashbag?   ❜

i like to think flowey sounds like peedee fryman but that might just be me

*Well, that’s quite a silly question, isn’t it? This is my garden, don’t you know? I have to make sure all of you are watered carefully. I’m surprised you’re the only talking one, however…

*Am I doing a good job?

     ❛   ... oh yes. SPLENDID JOB.   ❜   he responds, huffing lightly. the voice in his mind is telling him to APPEASE the king. flowey didn’t need to start any fights, nor did he need to get violent. this garden is comfortable, and he’d rather not get kicked out. 

  What an entrance!

  Ada could count on very few fingers the number of games where one fell down a hole and landed on a patch of flowers. Stranger still was the singular blossom that seemed to not only have a face, but the ability to talk. Ada stared upside-down at him, sprawled in the flower bed.

  “I’m, ah…traveling!” Good. A good start. “And I seem to have taken a tumble. This isn’t a strange retelling of Alice in Wonderland, perchance…?”

     ❛   welcome, to the underground ! we don’t get many travelers...   ❜   the high pitched voice had a peak in it’s tone, signifying his curiosity.

“You say ‘spidery’ as if it’s somehow a bad thing, dear.” Her tone is foreboding, ill-matched with the surprise evident on her face. Were there such things as speaking flowers, in the Underground? She thought not - had never seen one herself, and while far from an expert she did try to recognize local flora. To think she’d been seconds away from plucking it right out of the ground! Peering curiously downward, she nudged the soil around it with her heel.

   “–What kind of very rude flower are you, then?”

❛                and I’M ALL FOR MURDER... but not when directed at me!   ❜