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Take this grumpy flower with you on your journey, traveler. New part!! (yay) Check out this cool font I found, now my wrist won't hurt because of my terrible handwriting

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I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE POSTS. HELP ME.

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(open rp)

*The sheriff wanders the desolate desert for hours. He is seeking any sign of where he came. Nightfall is fast approaching, and he would prefer to not stick out the night in the cold.*

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"Hey." says a voice behind him. When the sheriff turns around, he sees Richson towering over him. He is a tall, thin man with dark skin. He has no hat, but his hair covers his eyes and falls down to about the middle of his back. If someone were to see his eyes, they would see them as dark as night. His quite fancy suit, while still dark, has some tasteful hints of color- red and blue.

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ugh i hjaate deja vu. i jus am siting in myhoude unpacking a gift from a friedn trying to shake the paking peanuts outta my hair and then bam! wave of overwhelming and inconsolable grief that parilyzes me for several minutes!

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what

#feathers are you okay #ooc

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Why is it so hard to find girls with some whimsy 🙄

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hai

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Why is it so hard to find girls with some whimsy who won't disappear into the haunted woods for days at a time if you tell them we aren't ordering pizza 🙄

#gf

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gosh every time i rewatch kissy cutie im blown away by how GOOD it is!!! like the euphoria that cat girl gives me... ur right mew mew i won't give in yet...

haters will hate but it will ALWAYS be the best show 😘

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kill yourself

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kill yourself

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Hi again everyone! Hope you've been well.

Sorry for my inactivity, it's been a busy couple of days. On the bright side, I have a new cover for you all! I know it's not original this time, but I hope you enjoy anyway! Listen to it here.

#cover #my music

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Why is Walter White kinda...

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(Continued @/north-star-official)

/Harry tearfully shakes his head./ That's not happening, Sheriff! I'm not leaving you behind too! I can't let anything happen again, not after what happened to Richson... /He closes his eyes and touches the ascot by his side, grief-struck./ Don't do this.

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*The sheriff sighs*

I'm sorry, Harry. But if I don't go, all those civilians will... will...

*He clears his throat and pulls his hat over his eyes*

I have to do something. If I don't come back, tell my wife I love her.

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I DRIVE OVER BOTH OF YOU WITH A CAR, KILLING YOU AND ENDING THE THREAD FOREVER.

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Ch.6, pages 8-9

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.

Nerve

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I figured out what to do with Flowey, you guys.

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I know that Clover's gender is up to interpretation (the devs DID say so themselves) but I still feel weird when people make them exclusively male or female LOL Like it's TECHNICALLY fine??? but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

more in tags as usual because I am a yapper. i am so sorry for having strong opinions about gender and representation. i am usually more fun than this 🥲🥲🥲🥲

I made a silly comic for my AU! What if martlet survived and flowey keeps trying to kill her in various loony toons style interactions overall this comic took me about 4 days to make.