#Flowey ler

[black-berryies]

Oh yeah, I did this as well but I only post it because of the lack of storage on my iPad 

[angelssfeathers]

Btw guys, my askbox is totally open for any tickle art requests! You can request anything from any fandom on my pinned (especially the ones I’m very interested in atm, I’ll be much more likely to make it faster!)

However, quick warning, I tend to be very picky with who is a lee in tk content and I don’t like a lot of characters as lees SORRY,, here are a few characters that I will absolutely NOT draw as a Lee (but happily draw as a Ler)!

-Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

-Bill Cipher (GF)

-Jax (TADC)

-Sans or flowey (Undertale)

-pretty much anyone from class of ‘09 besides MAYBE Jecka?? (byeahhh idk how i feel about making t art of class of ‘09 at all so unless I REALLY LIKE ur request for some reason im probably gonna say no my bad 😭🙏)

other than that, I’d love to hear all of your suggestions!! I promise I don’t bite! <3

[chocolate-chara999]

*sequência da outra postagem*

Um dia, muitos anos, uma criança humana acaba caindo em um buraco no monte ebott.

A criança acorda em uma cama de flores douradas e segue um corredor.

Depois disso, o humano se encontra com uma flor falante que se apresenta como flowey a flor, flowey fala que ensinara a criança sobre como funciona as lutas nesse mundo ele diz a você:

-Vê aquele coração? Essa é a sua ALMA, a própria culminância do seu ser!Sua ALMA começa fraca, mas pode ficar mais forte se você ganhar muito LV.

-O que LV significa? LOVE, é claro! Você quer um pouco de LOVE, não é? Não se preocupe, vou compartilhar algumas com você! Aqui em baixo, o LOVE é compartilhado através de pequenas bolinhas brancas... "de amizade". Você está pronto? Mova-se! Pegue o máximo que puder!

Nesta parte o jogador pode escolher se vai ou não encarar essas "balinhas de amizade"

Caso esbarre com uma delas, você tomará dano e flowey dir��:

-Seu idiota. Neste mundo, é matar ou morrer.

Caso contrário ele ficará irritado e vai insistir para que você as pegue,se não pegar ele vai falar que você sabe o que está acontecendo.

Independente da sua escolha, Flowey tentará te matar, porém uma cabra humanoide chamada toriel irá te salvar desta flor e falará para a acompanhar.

Tema de flowey:

Tema da Toriel (na sua primeira aparição):

Acompanhando Toriel ela o guiará por um lugar chamado "as ruínas"

Tema das ruínas:

Ler até aqui te enche de determinação ✨

[w-paradoxi]

Paradoxaltale (Origem)

Capítulo 3 - '' Um futuro descompromissado''

No dia seguinte, ao despertar, Amenotai rapidamente notou que Íris não se encontrava no quarto. Pensando consigo mesmo que ela deveria ter acordado mais cedo, já que estava ali, ele resolve comer seu pedaço de torta da noite anterior.

Ao terminar de comer e saindo do quarto, logo ele ouve as vozes de Íris e Toriel vindo da sala. Chegando lá, Amenotai viu Íris sentada no chão enquanto Toriel lia um livro para ela estando em sua poltrona, logo as duas notaram a presença dele no recinto.

- Bom dia, Amenotai! - exclamou Íris.

- Bom dia minha criança, dormiu bem? - perguntou Toriel.

- Bom dia para as duas. - respondeu Amenotai. - Dormi bem sim, obrigado e a torta está muito boa por sinal.

- Bom que gostou da torta. - disse Toriel. - Então você quer se juntar a nós nessa leitura?

- Vem ler com a gente. - disse Íris. - Esse livro tem fatos interessantes sobre caracóis e lesmas.

- Tá, ok você me ganhou. - respondeu Amenotai. - Vou me unir a vocês.

Amenotai e Íris ficam ouvindo as histórias de Toriel e até mesmo descobrem que ela queria ser professora, isso faz eles se lembrarem de sua mãe. Depois que Toriel termina a sua leitura, os dois decidem ler outros livros para saberem mais sobre a história dos monstros e daquele mundo.

Já tendo se passado algumas semanas que eles se encontravam nas ruínas e se com esse tempo ambos se mostravam bem familiarizados com o local e as pessoas, até chegaram a aprender algumas magias. Sempre que Toriel perguntava sobre seus passados, Amenotai e Íris demonstravam se esquivar desses tipos de perguntas.

Toda vez que um dos dois tentava descer as escadarias da casa, Toriel rapidamente os trazia de volta para cima. As respostas que ela dava era que eles deveriam brincar no andar de cima. Com o tempo isso foi nos intrigando, como a curiosidade estava falando mais alto, decidimos explorar por conta própria escondidos.

Vendo que queriam ir além das ruínas, decidiram ir embora, e, antes de partir, os garotos escreveram uma carta agradecendo pela estadia e a deixaram em cima da mesa de jantar junto a um presente feito por eles.

Certificando-se que Toriel estaria dormindo, dirigiram-se à escadaria que o levaria para a saída das ruínas. Porém, antes que pudessem atravessar aquele longo corredor, Flowey atravessa seus caminhos inesperadamente e os impede de prosseguir.

Logo que acordou, Toriel foi até o quarto de Amenotai e Íris para os acordá-los, só que eles não estavam lá. Toriel estranhou, até que encontrou uma carta em cima da cama, nela Amenotai e Íris  agradecendo pela estadia junto do tempo que passaram com ela e também esperavam algum dia vê-la de novo. Sentada na cama, viu que no verso da folha estava escrito que os dois haviam deixado um presente e que esperava que ela gostasse.

Enquanto lia se perguntava que tipo presente seria, logo percebeu o pedaço de torta deixado por Amenotai e Íris em cima do criado mudo. Toriel se emocionou ao ver que ambos tinham feito aquilo sozinhos para ela. 

(Os seus caminhos, que agora era coberto por uma espessa camada de neve que invadia até o mais profundo dos lugares, isso os enchem de DETERMINAÇÃO)

Enquanto caminhavam, Amenotai e Íris se questionavam o que mais estaria por vir adiante. Foi quando tiveram a sensação de estarem sendo seguidos, porém ao olharem para trás, eles não encontravam nada, foi então que chegaram a uma ponte.

Ao se preparam para atravessar para o outro lado, os dois sentiram que havia alguém bem atrás dele.

- Humanos. - disse Sans. - Vocês não sabem cumprimentar um novo amigo? Virem-se e apertem as minhas mãos.

Quando se viraram e apertaram a mão, logo ouviram o barulho que elas haviam feito. O esqueleto se vangloriou da brincadeira.

- Enfim, vocês são humanos? - perguntou Sans. - Isso é hilário, eu sou Sans, sans o esqueleto.

- Saudações! exclamou Amenotai. - Eu sou Amenotai e essa do lado é a minha irmã, Íris.

- Olá. - respondeu Íris.

Depois de todos se apresentarem formalmente, as coisas a partir daí foram se desenrolando.

Amenotai Narra :

‘‘Íris.

Sabe isso me lembra de uma vez, quando eu e você éramos mais novos, você dizia à mamãe e ao papai que um dia queria poder ver como era neve de perto, neve é tão macia e fofinha, provavelmente eles iriam gostar disso’’.

(Ah, mãe, as coisas aqui em baixo são tão bonitas, tem um cara aqui que vende sorvete que são muitos bons por sinal, estávamos resolvendo os puzzles, que mesmo não sendo difícil, eu e ela ainda gostamos deles, eu e Íris também acabemos prometendo ao boneco de neve, que levaríamos um pedaço dele para o mais longe que desse)

(Tem uns cachorros aqui que são muito fofo e como bom fazer carinho neles, as pessoas aqui na cidade de Snowdin demonstraram ser bastante simpáticas)

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- Eu não consigo nem parar alguém fraco como vocês... - lamentou Papyrus. - Undyne ficará desapontada comigo. Eu nunca me juntarei à guarda real. E… minha quantidade de amigos ficará estagnada!

- Vamos ser amigos então. - disse Íris.

- É mesmo, por que não?! - assentiu Amenotai.

Sério!? - perguntou Papyrus. - Vocês querem ser meus amigos??? Tudo bem então… Eu acho… Eu acho que posso fazer uma exceção para vocês! Wowie!! Nós ainda nem tivemos nosso primeiro encontro… E eu já consegui entrar na friendzone!! Quem diria que para fazer amigos eu só precisava… Dar às pessoas enigmas terríveis e depois lutar com elas??

Depois disso Papyrus e eles acabaram tendo seu “encontro”, Íris acabou por perguntar se os dois poderiam passar mais um tempo em Snowdin, ao ser perguntado isso Papyrus ficou tão feliz com a pergunta que até convidou Amenotai e Íris para a casa dele e do Sans.

Com os dias se passando, as crianças cada vez mais demonstravam gostar daquilo.

Anterior/Próximo

[bo-bo-bean]

Master at the Gaster

Master at the Gaster

A few weeks ago, it was Gaster's first time out of the lab. Down in Snowdin, he greeted himself to everybody, but it seemed no one wanted to talk to some kind of weird experimented being. Sure, he knew he wasn't too pretty,  but he didn't need to be reminded. Today, he felt like he wanted to be alone. He sat next to a golden flower patch, warm sunlight bursting through the hole from the mountain top. It warmed him up, the birds chirping. He smiled, but then frowned. "... maybe I was meant to be alone," he looked down, signing. "No one really seems to like me." He looked down at his hands, holes showing the flowers from his hands. "... I guess I don't blame them." Naturally, this would be Flowey's time to shine. To manipulate Gaster into killing, but... perhaps maybe it was time for a change, just this once. He popped up, Gaster looking down, appearing as if his own soul was taken out. "Hey buddy!" Gaster looked over, blinking to make sure what he was seeing was real. "... hello." "Now what is a charming guy like you crying?" Gaster felt a blush rush over his cheeks, looking down. "O-oh you don't mean that..." "I do!" Flowey gave a happy nod. Gaster shook his head, Flowey growing up to his ear. He gently whispered in his ear. "Personally, they don't know what they're missing." But Flowey leaned back when he heard Gaster giggle. "... oohoohoo, is someone... ticklish?" "A-A little," he admitted. "... you seem to be not reluctant at all," Flowey noted. "Perhaps... you like to be tickled?" "I-I didn't say that...!" Gaster curled his fists and placed them in front of his mouth, his whole face red and flustered, but Flowey could detect a playful smile behind those nervous fists. "But I diiiid," he sang, sneakily wiggling a vine on Gaster's side. Gaster gasped, biting in his lips, holding in his giggles. "Oh now what's the point of that?" Flowey proceeded to tickle both of his sides with his vines, bubbly giggles erupting from Gaster's lips. He felt his own heart leap at the sensation of his sides being tickled. He's never been tickled before, but he's always wanted to know what it felt like. "Geeeheeheeheehee!" he squirmed and giggled, holding his hands together. "N-noohoohooheeheehee...!" "Who knew such a tall man like you could have such a sensitive giggle?" Flowey wondered. "And what about here?" He slipped his vines up to his armpits. Gaster squealed, collapsing to the ground, curling up. Flowey laughed and tickled his ribs and belly, Gaster shouting with laughter. "Ohohohohahahaha!! Noohohohohohahahahahaha!!" "My my, friend, you seem to have a contagious laughter! You got me giggling over here!" One vine slipped down Gaster's shoe, wiggling on his sole. "Aaahhhahahahahahaha!! My feeheeheeheet!! Haaaahahahahahahaahahaha!!" "Ah, your feet? I see!" Flowey tore off his shoes and tickled his feet what seemed like mercilessly. There were vines on his soles, arches, heels, and between and under each toe, all wiggling and tickling crazily. Gaster couldn't help but held his stomach in his arms, giving out a loud belly laughter. Tears welled up and fell from his eyes as his wobbly smile was wide open, his head shaking to and fro. Flowey decided enough was enough and let him go, smiling. "Aaaheehee... n-noho, heeheehee..." "I stopped, don't worry," he grinned. "Unless you want more." "Ah! No!" Gaster stood up. "... Well... maybe not at the moment..." "... you like being tickled?" "It's... such an extraordinary feeling," he explained. "I've never felt so happy before and when it happened... I never wanted it to stop because I was laughing. Laughing and feeling joy." "... huh. Well... I like tickling people!" Flowey beamed. "Perhaps this could be an arrangement?" Gaster laughed, shrugging. "Who knows, it could be," Gaster nodded. "And thank you... um..." "Flowey," he bowed. "Flowey Flower!" "Gaster," he shook his leaf. "And it was a pleasure to meet you."

[gigglessenpai]

Seems like Gigs talked a liiiiiiiittle too much trash to the only living flower that’s even more merciless than him...

[ticklishshenanigansau]

Undertale/TS AU Tickle Drabbles Requests!

Hello, lovelies! I’ve been struck with the desire to write Undertale tickle drabbles. I used to write them all the time back in the day, and I’d love to see how much my writing has improved since then with some drabble practice!

Below are a few rules regarding sending in their tickle drabble requests. Please be sure you read and follow every single one.

1. I am taking tickle drabble requests until DECEMBER 11 AT 11:59PM EST. 24 hours from now is when the cutoff will be, so be sure to send in your requests before then!

2. I will only be accepting requests from Tumblr users, NOT ANONS. This is to ensure that everyone has a chance to get a request in, and no one hiding behind an anon is sending in multiple drabbles.

3. Each person can send in ONE REQUEST. This is to keep me from getting overwhelmed from all the requests. I’m doing this for fun, so please try not to stress me out!

4. I am only accepting Undertale and TS AU requests. I will not be doing any other AUs. Not even Tickletale. Sorry, Tick and Tingles, you had your fun!

5. Each drabble will have a minimum 250 word count and a maximum 500 word count. Of course, each drabble will be different, and I’m okay with going over the limit, but just by a small margin. Nothing too crazy!

6. Keep each request PG-13. This is a safe blog, despite all the crazy torture and sadism that goes on in the story (Flowey....) No harsh profanity, intercourse, physical harm, etc. If you have to ask yourself, “is this allowed?”, then it probably isn’t.

7. Any character can be a ‘lee, and any character can be a ‘ler, but no character can be OOC. Don’t make some crazy requests about Toriel interrogating Sans over RESETs or Papyrus sadistically torturing Alphys or anything like that, alright? You can stretch things a LITTLE, but nothing too extreme.

8. Be kind, respectful, and patient. This is always a given. Again, I’m doing this just for fun. Don’t be rude. I trust that you won’t, though!

9. I have the right to reject any drabble idea. Chances are I won’t, if you follow each of these rules, but if there are situations that make me too uncomfortable, or that I don’t think I’ll do a very good job with, I won’t make anything out of your request.

Aaaaand that’s pretty much it. If things work out smoothly, I may do this again next Saturday. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Until then, happy requesting!

~ Mod Yosh

[l4byr1nthz1]

Name: Denali, goes by Den Age: Fetus Offenses:

Arrested for ZaDr crimes

Extended sentence after committing Brane/Brain crimes

Life sentence for being an unholy amalgamation of Zim kin, Dib kin, Zib kin, Zimp, Dib simp, Zib simp, and possibly more?

Has been known to draw dumb things such as Once-ler Zib, Zib Spinel, and Zib Flowey. Approach with caution.

@artfromtheinmates @lana-draws-stuff @quizzical-paradox hee hoo crime time (also I drew this before Lana cut her hair djfhdfjkd)

[istheoncelerfandomstillalive]

I found your April Fools post, and it made me realize that pretty much every onceler blog I had followed is now gone. Even when it was happening, most went quietly, few I had seen the final posts for, and at least one became a Flowey ask blog when Undertale was released. For what it's worth, there have been some good times.

I don’t know what to say to this. Obviously people move on, and it has been 8 years after all. The fact that the Once-ler fandom was ever as big as it was is already incredible enough. Not to mention all the stigma that pushes people away. Additionally, Tumblr itself has been losing popularity, which leads to more abandoned or deleted blogs. All we can do is make do with what we have.

I will say that the 10th anniversary of the movie release is coming soon, though. Idk man, people love big milestone anniversaries...

[trashyswitch]

My GAHD this brings me back to my Undertale days. And as far as the tickle community goes, here are some common tickle prompts from that era:

-Sans being the most ticklish person in the entire fucking underground

-Papyrus ticklish on his spine (Sans is revealed to be the same way)

-Toriel’s ticklish horns

-Asgore being barely mentioned in the tickle community

-Flowey being the most TERRIFYING LER IN THE ENTIRE UNDERGROUND…his overpowered vines…grumble, grumble

-Flowey being pretty much NOT ticklish, but Asriel being really ticklish

-Chara being the second most terrifying ler

-Chara being barely ticklish at all

-Gastor and his ticklish elbows, of all things

-Sans inventing the BLANKET MONSTER and capturing the people around him, tickling them under the blanket!! I LOVE this idea! I have since I learned about it!!

-Muffet’s ticklish feet

-Sans using his Telekinesis to lift up the monsters, freeze them in place and tickle them silly

-Gaster using his telekinesis to tickle Sans and Papyrus (he’s basically their dad half the time.)

-Grillby tickling Sans for fun/because he won’t pay his FUCKING TAB

-Sans and Papyrus being tickled by their Gaster Blasters.

-Alphys being a bit of a switch. She either tickles the monsters because of SCIENCE! Or she is tickled by Undyne (or Sans, for some reason)

-Asriel growing extremely terrified of Ler!Chara

And lastly:

-Sans and Papyrus being able to remove their limbs and throw them around. But Sans being able to remove Pap’s foot, tickle it and make Papyrus laugh despite the foot being detached.

some of my favorite trends in Undertale fanart:

papyrus’ jaw sticking out at odd angles when he’s yelling

mettaton hugging people by wrapping his noodle arms around them like 34 times

sans with a definite belly, no explanation given

frisk using asl (and all the monsters understanding it)

that post-pacifist au where frisk keeps flowey in a flowerpot and he’s just a whiny little shit

toriel with a slightly dragon-like appearance

sans hiding things in his jacket

papyrus and toriel picking sans up when they hug him

papyrus being amazing at helping people thru panic attacks

undyne with impossibly long flowing hair

undyne’s “hair” actually being a fin

sans with a gap in his front teeth

alphys’ pudgy little tail

mettaton/napstablook bonding

mettaton/frisk bonding

chara as the provider of the game’s flavor text

sans treating the gasterblasters like pets

sans instantly falling asleep in weird places (usually papyrus’ arms)

god of hyperdeath = asriel’s totally original OC do not steal

asgore hastily naming asriel by mashing together his and toriel’s names

gaster being really sweet and gentlemanly before The Accident

[coronarycorsair]

This was gonna be a reddit comment but reddit sucks and the person I was replying to 100% wouldn’t have appreciated it so I’m posting it here instead.

I've always found it hard to give a really good analogy for being trans, but if you’ll indulge me:

Imagine a world where at birth, your hands are measured and whichever has slightly greater musculature is considered to be your dominant hand (and they *nearly* always get it right), and this is considered very important in this society. It's recorded on your birth certificate. Left-handed babies have their rooms pained yellow, right-handed babies have their rooms painted green. Right-handed people wear tight-fitting clothes and large hats, left-handed people wear flowey, drapey clothes and grow their hair long. Righties act THIS way, lefties act THAT way, and so on. There are even different pronouns to refer to people by handedness (Re/Rer/Rers and Le/Ler/Lers, I imagine). Schoolchildren are taught to write with their nondominant hand tied behind their back, because to be seen using your off-hand in public is very gauche.

Now imagine you've been assigned right-handed at birth, but are in fact left-handed. Maybe the doctor was a little loose with the measuring tape, maybe you had abnormal muscle development that didn't match your neurological development in the expected way.

So you go through school and of course they can tell what handedness you were assigned at birth, and your kindergarten teacher ties the other hand behind your back and you start learning how to write. Now, you're having a bit more trouble than some other students, but you KNOW you're right-handed. People have been telling you that your whole life. You feel like it might be more comfortable to use your left hand, because of how the desk is arranged or because you strained your right arm playing soccer the other day. Maybe it's because your best friend is left-handed and you think you just want to be more like ler. Whatever excuse you can think of to silence those nagging thoughts. So you press on and your writing looks kind of weird, but you keep practicing.

You’re pretty jealous of those lefties on the other side of the playground... but you’re not sure why. It doesn’t make sense, because you’re right-handed. Obviously.

One evening you're working on your homework, trying really hard to focus on writing as it's always been a struggle for you, and get a crazy idea. You look around to make sure no one is looking... and you grab the pencil with your left hand. And you start writing. After so many years, at first it looks worse than your right-handed writing, because you've practiced it so much, but it comes to you so much easier. After a few hours practicing your writing is better than ever! You realize for the first time... you are actually left-handed.

So you go about telling people, and you get all kinds of responses that, to you--knowing for a fact that you write far better with your left hand--seem completely nonsensical:

- "Oh, you don't have to use your left-hand to grow your hair long, you know! Handedness-non-conforming behaviour isn't the social suicide it used to be" - "It says right-handed on your birth certificate. You can't change your handedness! That's just science! Facts don’t care about your feelings!" (You point out that there is in fact widespread agreement in the medical community that handedness assigned at birth does not have 100% accuracy, but they’re too busy misreading a Swedish study from 1974 to hear you) - "Why are you trying to perv on lefties in the lefty bathroom? You righties are all a bunch of sexual predators" - "You can't FORCE me to call you by left-handed pronouns! That's compelled speech! I have rights!" - “I can’t believe you’d do that in public. In front of CHILDREN! HOW WILL I EXPLAIN THIS TO MY CHILDREN!?” - "Why would you want to change your handedness? Don't you know how much paperwork that involves? Don’t you know how expensive left-handed stuff is? I buy righty clothes because their pockets are bigger." - "God made you right-handed and you can't change that!" -  "There are only TWO kinds of handedness!" (you're not even ambidextrous so you're not sure why they're saying this to you in the first place) - Your parents threaten to kick you out of the house if they see you using your left hand. "We raised a righty! It's like you're killing my right-handed child!" your dear mother cries as you tell her the news. - To change your handedness to lefty on your birth certificate you need two psychologists' letters confirming that you've been living as a left-handed person for at least six months - The rest of your life is spent hearing yourself be described as a "righty who identifies as a lefty" by well-meaning idiots until your ears bleed.

And all you can say to these people is "I don't know, man. I write with my left hand. That's all I can really tell you.

[dayables]

thneedstale. frisk is the lorax. both sans and flowey are simultaneously the once-ler. the final boss is clmiate change

Papyrus is the main character, Undyne is That pretty ginger girl, Toriel is Granny Norma. Flowey is Mr. O'Hair.

[deltaplume-tickletale]

I seriously love how this is coming together. These creative ideas are amazing! I was wondering..

Are there any deaths in Tickletale? For example, what would happen to Asgore before Photoshop Flowey’s fight?

No, no deaths at all.

Before Photoshop Flowey (aka Bloomy here), Asgore is not killed; he’s incapacitated via tickles. He’s not dead, but is off to the side howling with laughter as Bloomy uses his magic to tickle the everloving heck out of him (being his son, technically, he knows enough to exhaust him-)

He’ll be fine, though. Bloomy doesn’t kill, just.. Is a merciless lil ler.