#Ask Flowey the Flower

[thecoolestduo]

[squidpedia]

we can't feel

[howlonomy]

I am also here to pester for more monster Clover, but take your time!

part 2 of this little comic snippet!

the girls are FIGHTINGGGG

[iilmunchkiin]

Kind of wish we got more wholesome or funny Clover and Martlet moments in Yellow since she disappears immediately in the Dunes, had an amusing idea about Martlet yapping about how she made her puzzles to Clover.. while they're in an outhouse doing their business.

Clover's a good listener after all

Well... most of the time...

[aquapede]

small flowey things from a couple months ago ✌️

[floweycidal]

floweycidal you say? are you so floweycidal you'd KILL FLOWEY?!

[utyellowstrings]

To Flowey:

I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, but I want to try and ask Flowey about Clover! Specifically, why they let them rest, instead of resetting. Did you get bored mayhaps?

[floweypilled]

in a situation where post game chara managed to get revived/bodyshare with frisk/whatever along those lines how do u think theyd get along with the rest of the main cast.... like flowey sans papyrus undyne etc etc

i’m not too good at writing character interaction. have the flowey, frisk, and toriel ones

[nachosforfree]

Papyrus giving Flowey an entirely wrong telling of the story of Asriel and Chara.

Ahahaha... that's not funny

[summers-art]

do you think you'll play with the idea of multiple routes or have one canon route based on what shadow would most likely do?

Depends on what counts as a route... I actually JUST finished the outline for the story I want to make with Shadowtale, def more of a retelling of Undertale but I plop Shadow in there instead of Frisk and see what all hell breaks lose because of it I CAN SAY THO that the concept of save points is too tasty for me to NOT use in the AU :]

[soulless-prince]

So how did it feel during your stint as a Botanically and Anatomically Challenged Gargantuan Beast?

* To say it felt amazing would be a HUGE understatement!

[undertale-flower-war]

*MAYBE NEXT TIME. I'LL ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS...HEH HEH HEH.

Flowey Asks the Flowers part 1: Wingdings!

Drawn by A

[howlonomy]

How would Human Clover react if they could see their future (Monster Clover)? I think they'd probably think it's cool or something

honestly? its hard to come to terms with the loss of yourself. are you “you” when you look nothing like yourself? (of course you are, but its hard to accept that. you’ll never look like “you” again. its going to be a journey to accept the new you. flowey would know all about that, wouldnt he)

[felix-cachaceiro]

UNDERLUST PART 4 YAYYYYYYY

I'm exhausted lol

BTW if you want - could you send me asks? I was thinking about doing an "Ask Underlust" But if no one sends me anything I'll pretend nothing happened 😋😋

[justanechoflower]

(It was my Flowey’s birthday yesterday, but I was too busy to post! So it’s a day late, but nonetheless a celebration. Happy Birthday Flowey!)

[floweycidal]

do you think when flowey was a wee weed and just got into calling himself flowey that he had a kind of embarrassing stage he does not want to talk or even think about where he tried too hard to be the opposite of asriel and it was so obvious everyone could tell it was asriel

BAHAHAHAHA, YOU BET I DO! this is probably going to be as headcanon-y as it gets (kinda), sorry in advance. but really, making him a total sopping wet soggy loser is the best part of writing him. it's my favorite angle, no doubt.

the first month of being "flowey" was an exercise in second-hand embarrassment, except the person you're embarrassed for is yourself. and you can't even leave the room to escape it, because surprise! you are the room. you're a flower. stuck there. living it.

he had it all planned out. goodbye asriel dreemurr, the prince of crying-at-literally-everything, hello to... whatever cool and clever thing he was supposed to become. the details were fuzzy, but he figured being soulless meant the whole "evil" thing would come naturally.

it did not come naturally.

the cracks showed almost immediately. everything he tried just came out wrong. his threats sounded more like worried suggestions. his evil schemes kept accidentally making things better. his idea of entropy was essentially community service with attitude.

he couldn't even get the basics right. he'd tried tossing out sick burns, but they'd just hit with all the impact of a wet napkin. they weren't even insults half the time—just weirdly specific observations that petered off awkwardly.

he sucked at it. no way around it. he sucked ass.

so, he worked harder. determined to sound edgy, bad to the stem—whatever that meant—but it didn’t seem to take. every affront felt more like an accident than an attack. 

and the laugh. god, the laugh. he practiced it, forced it, tried every variation. dry chuckles, derisive cackles, even an exaggerated villain’s howl. none of them worked. what kept slipping out instead was the exact same dorky laugh that used to bubble up when #she would do silly voices during storytime.

this was the worst. he was the worst at being the worst.

his own body double-crossed him at every turn, still running on years of ingrained kindness his mind was trying to stamp out. he'd be right in the middle of his most "menacing" speech yet, really getting into the whole eternal suffering thing, when someone would sneeze.

"bless you!"

every. time.

the number of “villainy” monologues ruined by his automatic politeness was actually impressive. really, it was almost a talent.

it was a drawn-out process, this transformation. no guidebooks or cheat sheets. however... i’d argue the closest thing he had to a mentor here was toriel.

she didn't know it was him. obviously. somehow that made it worse, because she kept almost-recognizing things. little stuff he hadn't managed to burn away yet.

a familiar turn of phrase. how he'd end sentences. that godawful giggle that still sounded too much like pillow forts and frolicking in the mud. how he’d fill glasses, just enough to make them brim above the edge. the efficient way.

each time her eyes would catch on these moments, these tiny betrayals of self, he'd slam that reset button with all six petals. nu-uh, no buckaroo.

her reactions were the compass he followed, pointing to what needed to be carved away. reset after reset, he got better at it. harsher. finer. a little less like the kid who used to run up to her with flower crowns and scraped knees. 

the kindnesses got rarer; the callousness came easier.

never easy enough, though.

she'd still tilt her head sometimes, something glittering in her eyes like she was hearing the first few notes of a song she’d once known by heart. and he'd realize he'd effed up again, let some stupid little piece of asriel show through.

she’d never know she was teaching him how to stop being her son. to her, he was just some weird flower guy that occasionally felt eerily familiar, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on why.

every time she almost intuited something in him, he'd reload, desperate to finally become someone she wouldn't know at all.

ahhhhh. and so it came full circle. in his frenzied bid to unlearn being her child, he was still (by the most bruisingly contorted logic) turning to her for guidance. still just a kid, looking to his mom for answers. just… not in the way either of them would’ve wanted.