#ollie-wants-outie

[degrees-of-fuck]

I don't usually post as many in-depth OC thoughts on here anymore, but I thought I'd hop back on, even if only for a lil one. csa ment under the cut. Rambling about Lettie and Sydney today.

I really really need to do something with them interacting if i get more confident writing Sydney because there's just. So much. I think they'd like each other a lot and be really close and good for each other were it not for their positions almost sort of pitting them against each other.

They're both close with Jordan and at the temple a lot, so they probably interact quite a bit, but I think it's always? With Airs On??? idk.

She feels bad for it but I think Lettie secretly dislikes Sydney because of all this IUOJFLK;DL,/jilkl, it really Stings to watch them exist.

However, I do think their shared ISSUES with one Doctor Harper would break those walls down a bit... We all know how Sydney feels about the good doctor, even if not. Why. But yea, Lettie is basically chronically ill dependent on her doctor! so cute and deeply deeply doll coded in a way that I realised makes her great Harperfodder, n being someone that's very good at reading people and such, on top of having earned herself a very quiet and polite distrust of most doctors and authority figures, does N o t think highly of Harper............ anyway something something Sydney notices Lettie having to see Harper a LOT. I think them actually talking about that, in the limited capacities they'd be willing to would break down a lot of their existing notions of each other and make them see each other more as just like. People - people each with their own hidden depths and surprises and all that. I think they'd BOND !!!! As much as I Love Lettie being a petty little fuck, I do also want this so so much.

In the timeline with fully pure Sydney that goes on to become high priest/ess and Lettie stays with the temple, I like the idea of silly silly wise-beyond-her-years, knowing-all-too-much-of-this-wretched-place Lettie advising Sydney a lot,,,, HOWEVER, the little part of me that wants them actually healthy and happy wants the process of them bonding to make them both realise and acknowledge how damaging the temple's doctrine and culture can be so they can both ollie outie byeeeeee xxx I think that can be its own timeline... Based on how Corrupt Sydney is, I think they at least would go for developing a healthier relationship with religion maybe. Idk about Lettie.

but yea

i need to think of them more because i think they have the makings for a fun and complicated kinda relationship

...

I mainly ship Sydney with Clara as far as my OCs go, but then again I also ship Clara and Lettie sometimes so I'm not exactly one to be tied down to my ships

.

Maybe this too can be yuri

[awardsaa]

virgin twitter “oh god people are campaigning for certain characters they like” aa awards VS chad tumblr “Commit Voter Fraud With Multiple Google Accounts <3” aa awards.

listen when i made this blog i said i was going to rig it for franziska. and now u dont even have to yall r doing it for me. committing voter fraud is a team effort

[badgertablet]

badger you’re my mutual and my good friend but papyrus is Absolutely a himbo as he is buff and kind and while he is not stupid he is dumb. however, you are correct in saying that the weed bastard US papyrus is much dumber than the original boy. papyrus can function on his own, while us paps is a completely incapable baby. i’m majoring in himbos so you can not argue with me.

[odderancyart]

"im going to kill my brother! drinks are on me!" with spicyhoney

The music wasaudible a bit down the path, and it only grew louder the closer he came. TheFat Druid Inn lied at the edge of town, a tall brown building surrounded by asmall garden and a forest of wild apple trees, leafless for the season. Thepath was gravel, and Stretch’s horse insisted on walking at the very edge of itto avoid the hard ground, even though one wrong step would have them crashinginto the ditch. Stretch couldn’t really find it in him to deny her the smallpleasure of grass beneath her hooves, no matter what his brother or the stablemasterwould say about it. You’ve got to teachher who’s in charge. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

“You alreadyknow that, don’t you,” he murmured, stroking Pan’s neck. Her thick winter furwas soft between his fingers. The brown mare jerked her head, snorting in response.Vapor stood like a cloud around her head as she breathed. The inn soon toweredabove them, and a couple horses were already tied up outside. Among them was a greystallion who was calmly drinking the water put out for them and Stretch noddedto himself as he saw it. Good. If he was there, then so would Edge, seeing how itwas his horse. He quickly tied Pan up before stepping up to the door.

It squeakedas he slid it open, and warmth washed over him. So did the sound of thetroubadour’s jolly playing and the talking and laughter of the people. He tookoff his black cape, hanging it by the door, revealing his black and orange suit.Stretch couldn’t help but grin as he went deeper inside, and multiple shouts greetedhim. He raised a hand at some of his friends from the village and eyed thenewcomers curiously. It wasn’t too common with new people around here, especiallynot adventurers, but judging by the looks of the people playing dice, he was goingto say they were absolutely adventurers. He’d have to talk to them later.

But right now,he had a mission.

“Hiya,darling,” a sing-song voice came from behind, and he turned around. His grinwidened as he found Twist there, holding a tray of beer mugs. The other was dressedin the usual brown trousers and vest of the commoners, but the way his whiteshirt was half-unbuttoned was positively shameless. Stretch had long sincestopped being bothered, though. “What gives us th’ honour o’ havin’ th’ brothero’ our beloved lord at our fine establishment?”

Rolling hiseyes, Stretch swept one of the beers of his plate, taking a swing. “Ha ha,Twist. Are you going to say that every time I come here? Probably, you’ve beendoing it for three years. Have you seen Edge?”

“Yer knightin shining armour’s over at th’ bar, sweetheart.” He winked. “He’s lookin’ abit pent up. Perhaps ya should bring him home to yer fancy castle an’ make himrelax fer once.”

Stretchgrinned, saluting jokingly as he turned his back to Twist. Over his shoulder,he called. “Thanks! I might just do exactly that.”

He receiveda raised mug before Twist put it down in front of one of the guests. Lookingforward again, he navigated the crowd until he reached the bar. And indeed, infront of it, a glass of what probably was whisky in hand, sat Edge. As alwayswas he dressed in his city guard uniform in its red and dark blue glory, and hesat leaning against the desk. Stretch’s soul flipped as he saw him. It had beenthree weeks since he’d last seen his lover.

At thethought, he frowned. Straightening his back, he marched over to the bar and tookthe chair in front of Edge without a word. He crossed his arms, glaring at the other.Edge startled, eyes growing wide as he saw Stretch. Then he smiled faintly, hesitantly.“Good afternoon, lo- my lord.”

“Cut thecrap,” Stretch said. He ignored the sting of pain in his soul as the othercalled him by title. Edge startled at his angry tone. “Why have you beenignoring me?”

Edge sighed,the smile dropping of his face. “Stre-”

“Don’t you Stretch me, give me the goddamn truth.”He hesitated for a moment, considering. Well, if Edge was going to be formal,then he might as well be too. “That’s an order,Captain.”

Annoyancelit up Edge’s face for a moment, but it disappeared just as quickly. Discomfortand sorrow played on his face as he put down his glass on the counter with a thump, meeting Stretch’s gaze. “It’s onyour brother’s orders, dearest. He doesn’t consider a city guard a fittingmatch for a noble.”

Stretchgaped. What the fuck did Blue thinkhe was doing? Rage burned in his soul as he grabbed Edge by the collar, pullinghim down into a kiss. Edge yelped in surprise but soon his hesitancedisappeared, and he grabbed Stretch back, slipping his tongue into Stretch’smouth. Stretch’s soul rushed as he clung onto his lover, receiving his firstkiss in three weeks.

When theyparted, a wolf-whistle rang out from the back of the bar. Stretch didn’t needto look to know it was Twist, and apparently neither did Edge as he lifted hishand and flipped him off without taking his eyes of Stretch.

Still, theanger at Blue’s actions hadn’t disappeared. He stood up in his chair, whistlingloudly. The inn quieted down and suddenly everyone’s eyes were on him. “Attention,everyone!” he said, clapping his hands together. “I’m going to kill my brother!Drinks are on me!”

Cheeringrose through the inn as he sat down once again, and the innkeeper, Grillby,gave him an amused gaze from behind the counter. Edge watched him with a mix ofconcern and adoration in his eyes. Stretch rolled his eyelights. “I’m not actually going to kill him, precious. Idon’t wish to get beheaded for noble fratricide, you know. Then I couldn’t seeyou anymore.”

Snorting,Edge smiled. It was small, but bright and honest. He pulled Stretch’s chaircloser, the legs scraping loudly against the floor, and embraced him, pulling himinto his side. “God, I’ve missed you,” he murmured into Stretch’s neck, hisvoice gentle. Love burned in his eyes. “These past weeks have been Hell.”

“I know.”Stretch intertwined their fingers, his soul finally calming. He felt warm andsafe, finally at Edge’s side again. “I love you too.”

[paintys-actual-art]

hmmm at first i thought you were cool with good art but now you're just an annoying nerd (who still makes awesome art) >;3 but seriously, at first i thought you were Cool but now i simply know you as my Shitpost Buddy

hey ummmm fucc you. UR BANNED FROM BLOG, I AM COOL

but aww ollieeee, thank you >u

[fortunatenax]

fel: im a grumpy bitch 

me: you make sure to be kind to the people who approach you if you feel theres nothing bad about them in an effort to make up for your childhood of violence and crime, and youre basically a disney princess. shush. you ARE a tired bitch tho-

fel: >:O 

[totherelentless]

like for a starter! 

[transmascnepetaleijon]

iiiiii want to get out of my home.

[scicraft]

I give my 2 cents on every band's design

Yes, every one.

(Part 2)

Notes:

-I am not a professional character designer by any capacity

-I'm purely looking at cohesion of group design, but I will touch on how well individual ones are handled

-I am clinically insane

Okay let's get into it 

Plasmagica

THE titular band. Unfortunately doesn't stop them from looking like they're all a part of a different band. While all the individual designs work well to showing their personality, it doesn't allow the band to have a really well defined look. ESPECIALLY considering the anime, they really could've done to have redesigns to show character development(and also stress my sister out when trying to pull for the new outfits /j). It'd also help if they didn't look completely removed from their band name. Like seriously. Plasmagica is not the first name I'd pick.

ShinganCrimsonZ

I like how they're described as a visual kei band, that's just kinda cute. That being said they're so paradoxically cohesive and not??? I really do love them but they all really, really do look like they're going to different Halloween parties. One thing shingan could really benefit from is either

A) not having 3/4ths of the band with the titties out look

Or

B) give the titties out look more variety

Like dude Rom is probably the worst offender his top half has none of the band's main color(which is objectively black) and this could be fixed so easily. Give him a sheer crop top. I don't care. Just something

TriChronika

TriChronika.... Bad. The songs they sing are fucking weak sauce and so are their designs. Which is so unfortunate because they have the MOST bangerang theme?? It doesn't help that I still am physically incapable of telling Kai and Riku apart. Their palettes make them look like they belong in a different band entirely when put next to ShuuZo. I get, on some level, that Shuuzo is supposed to be the center focus and thus is designed accordingly, but Mr Sparkledog left his companions with no flair of their own to speak of, and no, Kai and Riku being twins is not an excuse for them to not have good tells??? Get your shit together TriChronika

CritiCrista

FINALLY. GOOD DESIGN. clear themeing, really strong palettes to set them apart, I love it here. Holmy and Jacklyn are my favorites u_u but I think Rosia's myumon form has the weakest palette, and could probably do better if her fur color was just adjusted. That being said, these girls are overall one if the best designed groups that appears in the anime.

Tsurezure Naru Ayatsuri Mugenan

I legit think the only weaknesses of TNAM is how hard it is to remember their name (/j) in all seriousness they work really well too, and I especially love Daru Dayu's daruma. Their "far east" look is very clear to see.

Shizuku Secret Mind

The anime very smartly avoids having Turtle B.I.G make an appearance in non-myumon form bc he looks so out of place next to the band, and that's entirely bc of his palette. The obvious solution is to just... Give the other band members a more varied palette? Sea creatures are so many colors, why are they all blue???? Also Wendy looks like a different person in all her card art and that's so funny to me.

NinjinRiot

I cannot begin to tell you how accidentally funny NinjinRiot is in the anime. They legit show up, dispense the stakes, and ollie outie. Which I can respect. This is one of those well designed band, except for Obero's myumon design. The torso area gets melted into the arms. Still!! Really stylish

Studdo Ban Gyashu

Now these motherfuckers deserve to get called a visual kei band. My one complaint is that their distinct colors don't really enhance each other designs, so none really stand out.

Dropout Sensei

Beemtle :-)

Gauga Strikes

I'd be more upset about one of the members being a literal fucking mountain if I wasn't already aware that they were based on a real band and that this real life band made of human people was sat down by Sanrio and told "hey, we're going to turn you into furries" and one of them went "actually, I want to be a large geographical feature" and Sanrio replied "okay, that scans" and yknow what? I can't dunk on that

AND TUMBLR IMAGE LIMIT KICKED IN. FUCK. Looks like this is going to be a multi post thing

[homestuckexamination]

Goodness, I love those bad ends you've been doing! May I have a bad end for a Mage of Light?

Bad end for a Witch of Time? (Besides what happened with Damara)

bad end for a witch of rage ?

Hey, I’m a Seer of Bad Ends, it’s kind of fitting isn’t it? X3

Mage of Light: Cannot. Stop. Getting. Visions. Constantly, new information they don’t want, it’s overwhelming. Make it stop.

Witch of Time: Wait didn’t I already mention about this one? Hmmm. Just in case. Upon finding about their fate, completely abandons the Timeline. Ollies Outie into the nothingness of the Furthest Ring, never to be seen again, leaving behind everyone they knew.

Witch of Rage: It’s so simple, the way things ought to work, the way you could make them work, why can’t they SEE it? It’s frustrating, maddening, and you can’t do everything by yourself, it’s so, tiring. And so you give up on them.

[messedupessy]

ollie-wants-outie replied to your post: I just realised, Knuckles the Echidna is a himbo

you are correct and valid however i will kill you for making me read this with my own two eyes

@ollie-wants-outie then come at me bruh face the truth that this fool of a man is one big af himbo, I will not stay laying down and let ur kill me for telling the truth u sheit 😤

[space-fey]

sorry for being unclear, i meant the screenshot opinion. a lot of those things are just straight out normal like cheering someone up after a bad day, or helping them through hard times. personally it’s a startling approach to relationships bc do you want to cut yourself off that much from your partner? that’s all (from an adult with both a therapist and a partner..)

also i know you’re an adult too! the screenshot person just seems like a kid who doesn’t have the experience. sorry for always being unclear. ollie outie!

You do have a very good point. I feel like what they were attempting to say was along the lines of, treat your partner as a person and not just a dumping ground for problems, but bringing that approach so strictly into every interaction does little besides worsen everyone’s health and interactions.

Basically, I think you’re right. Because of my own issues I have trouble reading posts like that without the immediate reaction, ‘but that could be me so am I a terrible person?’ But if you don’t share, it’s not as full and real of a relationship.

(also, my actual partner and I just had this discussion, that it’s important to the buddy system to talk and help each other however we can. And I have been in relationships where I felt if I shared what I was dealing with it made me a villain, and that sucked. So)

tl;dr my original panic was a knee-jerk reaction such as often happens with judgy mental health posts, but in reality as long as you aren’t the only one sharing your thoughts and issues, there’s nothing wrong with a partner assisting in mental health

[badgertablet]

a playlist........ for the boy.......... the coolest skeleton........ u kno the 1 (also if i can have more than 1 how abt one or two songs for undyne bc im gay????? thanks.)

ok so i got a couple of requests for pap so i decided 2 do undyne!! 

[wearemystic]

The Photos

Prompt:  host finds eddies saucy myspace pics Prompt giver: @ollies-outies

“So… Eddie. Edster. Light of my life. Ol’ buddy, ol’ pal. I was going through MySpace the other day…” You lean over the back of the couch of your living room, holding your phone up between your thumb and forefinger. Eddie doesn’t even look up from his laptop; he’s in the writing zone. “Eddie. Eddie Brock, pay attention to me. I’ve found very important photographic evidence of your sordid past.”

“Mmhm…” He clickety-clacks away on the keyboard. You huff in genuine annoyance.

Rude.

we could scare him.

… How do you propose we do that?

… haven’t thought that far ahead.

Damn. Might’ve been a good way to get his attention, honestly.

we could also tempt him with… things.

Oooh, like that leftover cake from the bridal shower!

was thinking more along the lines of sex.

What-? You’re insatiable. We just fucked this morning.

no such thing as too much sex.

Technically, there actually is. Psychologically.

… fine. use the cake.

I’ll make it up to you, doll, promise!

You skip to the kitchen, tripping on the hem of your loose flannel pajama bottoms. Mystic catches you before you faceplant into the countertop.

careful, lamb.

“Thanks, baby,” you whisper, kissing your hand where she’s wrapped over your skin. She vibrates in response, a pleased little thrill that travels up your spine. The pressure on your hand increases briefly, like she’s pressing a kiss of her own against your knuckles.

you are welcome.

Giddy, you hum happily under your breath, half-mouthing, half-mumbling nonsense words to a nonsense tune as you dig through the boxes upon boxes of leftover takeout in your refrigerator. The cake is on a little Dixie plate and covered with saran wrap. A box of Chinese food — that you probably should have thrown out a while ago — squished half of it flat, but that doesn’t really matter in the long run. Chocolate is chocolate, right?

You’re a bit worried that it might taste a bit like old ginger noodles, and scoop a bit onto your finger to taste. Nope. Still very chocolate-y. Mystic whines in your head.

i want some, too.

Nope, this is now a bribe cake. We don’t eat bribe cakes. I’ll bake you your own cake on the weekend, okay? I’ll even make that buttercream frosting that you were drooling over last time.

fine.

You sashay back into the living room, sniffing exaggeratedly at the dessert. “Oh, man, this cake smells delicious. So, so good,” you hum, flopping down next to Eddie. Venom rumbles beneath his shirt, a decidedly Not-Eddie sound.

Eddie’s nose twitches. You cheer internally. Come on, come on, look away from the laptop for one goddamn minute.

Venom sprouts from Eddie’s shoulder like a weed. “Chocolate?”

“Yes, Vee, chocolate. I was going to give it to you and Eddie if he’d just pay attention to me for two minutes.” You level a steely look at Eddie. Venom’s waspish eyes widen slightly, then narrow in amusement.

“I can help with that.” He licks a long, wet line up the side of Eddie’s face. The reporter grimaces, pausing in his writing to scrub at the drool with his sleeve.

“Eugh. Gross, man. Don’t - don’t do that.”

“The young ones have something for us, if you pay attention to them.” The expression on your face when Eddie turns to face you is distinctly unimpressed. His attention is immediately drawn to the cake in your hand.

“‘S that for me — us?”

“It is… if you can give me some juicy details about these.”

Eddie blinks as you wave your phone in his face. “That’s… your phone.”

If your eyes roll any harder than they already are, they can and will fall out of your skull. “Yeah, I know that, silly. Look at the — oh, damn, one sec.” You set the plate down on the coffee table so that you can unlock your phone. The screen turns on again, illuminating your face. “Augh, that’s bright. Okay, here.”

You hand Eddie your cell phone, bouncing on the balls of your feet. A mosaic of selfies takes up most of the webpage, with the MySpace header at the very top. Eddie lets out a whistle.

“How long did it take you to find this, Sunshine?” He looks impressed.

“Not long, actually.” The impressed expression drops. Now he just looks like he ate a whole lemon. “Come on, don’t give me that face! It’s not that hard to find people online nowadays, old man.”

“tell us about the pictures, eddie.”

He raises an eyebrow at Mystic. “What, no magic word?”

“no.” Eddie sighs. Venom chuckles, a rumbly sound that you can physically feel through the couch.

“Alright, alright. Gather ‘round, children, et cetera.” You wriggle closer to Eddie, sliding beneath his arm as you sit criss-cross-applesauce (it feels like you’re back in grade school again; you’re not sure how to feel about that, honestly). “So this one,” he tilts the phone screen so that you and Mystic can see better, “was from my eighteenth birthday. I, uh. Got a hold of some of my old man’s whiskey, and, well… you can see how that turned out.”

Humming in response, you nod. You can indeed see how it turned out. In the blurry photo, Eddie has a sort of dazed expression on his face, dopey grin and all. His shirt is on backwards. He doesn’t have either of his sleeve tattoos in this one. You frown at the image. There’s… a bruise on his right cheekbone in the photo. Eddie doesn’t notice your change in expression (or just doesn’t acknowledge it). You resolve not to bring it up, the thought of where that conversation might lead making your guts twist unpleasantly.

“This one,” he says, flicking to the next photo, “is from my old boss’s son’s twenty… second?… birthday.”

You whistle long and low. The picture is… well. Eddie cleans up real nice — or, he used to. You’re not sure if he even owns one nice article of clothing any longer. The sleeves of the black jacket he had on are rolled up, baring his forearms.

“You look… really, really good in this. Not that you don’t usually, but, um…” you trail off, unsure of where you were planning to go with the sentence.

“smooth,” Mystic mutters next to your ear.

“Shut up.”

Eddie laughs, shoulders bouncing. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I? This next one… ah. Well. I was young. And dumb.”

“And naked,” Venom helpfully supplies.

“... yes. And naked.”

A small smirk curves your lips as you look at the image on your phone screen. Venom isn’t lying — Eddie is very naked in the picture. He looks extremely content. You trace his form with your eyes, starting at his outstretched fingers before moving down his arms to his unmarked shoulders and down his spine. Following the line of his back, your gaze then moves further down to… you snort. “Heh. Bubble butt.”

Eddie elbows you as you cackle. “Shut up. You like my bubble butt.”

“we do,” Mystic agrees.

“Wait, who took this picture? There’s no way someone else isn’t holding the camera to get this angle.” Eddie flushes prettily under your questioning look, avoiding your eyes.

“It, uh. It was taken by a one night stand I had in college. He taught me how flexible I can really be.”

“A ‘he’, hm? Was he any good?”

“For my first time taking dick? Yeah, he was. Real gentle about it, too. Made my toes curl.” A nostalgic smile curves his mouth.

“I’m glad your first experience was so good for you,” you say sincerely, nudging Eddie with your elbow. He squeezes your shoulders in a one-armed hug.

The next (and final) photo is one that has you coughing into your hand, unsuccessfully trying to hide your amusement. In it, Eddie is holding the camera in one hand above his head while the other is down his pants. He’s making the duck face, of all things.

“Oh my god,” you wheeze, slapping at your chest. “Oh my god. Eddie, why the duck face, Eddie?”

He rolls his eyes. “Because I thought it looked good at the time? I don’t know. I was, what, twenty five? Maybe?” Sighing, he shakes his head. “Like I said earlier, in a lot of these I was young and dumb.”

“It’s just…” you raise your eyebrows as you give Eddie some serious side eye. “It just looks so extra, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“What’s ‘extra’ mean, Eddie?” Venom lazily curls around Eddie’s bicep, blinking inquisitively.

“Oh, um… it’s like, if something or someone is extra, they’re being over the top, I guess? Dramatic.”

“so, like venom’s reaction to pepsi?” You choke on your own spit. Eddie stifles a grin.

“Yeah, exactly like that.”

[brushstrokesapocalyptic]

The Legend of Asriel PART 2 | THE LOST CAVERNS

two companions try not to get too horribly lost.

Chara leads Frisk to the alternative route they spoke about. According to them, they can use it to cut weeks of arduous hiking through the desert down to less than a day. It’s also significantly more dangerous and hard to find than the regular route, but both problems are more-or-less mitigated by the fact that Chara remembers perfectly well how to get through!

...Well, they thought they remembered. They really should’ve expected a place called the Lost Caverns to be a little hard to navigate. Welcome to the first dungeon!

As one might be able to guess, this place is basically just the Lost Woods but underground. I could spin a whole tale about why and how the magical forest migrated into an intricate cave system but honestly, it’s zelda. Locations arbitrarily moving around between games is par for the course.

All that aside, it’s really not that different from how it’s traditionally depicted. Thick, magical fog makes it hard to keep directions straight, and despite Chara’s best efforts to remember their own trek through the cavern they keep hitting dead ends and landing right back where they started as if the paths are changing when they’re not looking.

With some very intense trial-and-error they eventually find their way to a section of the cavern that’s a little less clouded with fog. They’re just about to sit down for a breather when Frisk notices a strange figure with a flower mask, and the figure notices them.

[ID: A two-panel comic. In the first panel, Frisk and Chara are looking up at someone sitting on the edge of a ledge, wearing a flower mask. Flowey notices them as well. The second panel is a closeup on Flowey, showing more details; the mask has a smiling, jagged mouth, and there are cords wrapped all around their forearms and lower legs. In the second panel, Flowey is speaking. “Howdy!” End Description.]

“What is that, a Skull Kid?“ Chara wonders aloud, squinting up at Flowey. Frisk glances between them, unsure exactly what’s going on, then tentatively waves at the mystery flower person. He laughs and leaps down from his perch.

[ID: Another two-panel comic. In the first panel, Flowey drops down in front of Frisk, looking interested. Frisk has their sword drawn and looks uncertain. In the second, Flowey has circled around behind Frisk, and looks a little too eager. Frisk’s head is turned to keep their eyes on him, and has raised their sword. End Description.]

Flowey circles Frisk a couple times, being all friendly and intruding on their personal space. "What’s a little desert kid doing all lost in the Caverns alone? Did ya take a wrong turn?” Chara attempts to point out that they’re not alone, but Flowey doesn’t hear them, and when they go to grab his shoulder their hand passes right through.

It’s at about this point that Frisk gets tired of letting this weird stranger poke them. They push him away, giving Chara a pained look and signing “I have no idea what this guy is saying.” Chara is quick on the uptake and tells them Flowey’s curious about how they got here.

What follows is a short back and forth with Chara playing interpreter to Flowey’s curiosity while Frisk writes out their replies in a small notebook they carry for exactly this sort of situation. Frisk tells him they’re looking to take a shortcut from the desert to Hyrule Field, leaving out exactly why that is. Flowey is impressed that they managed to get this far without a guide and offers to help them find their way around.

Frisk is ready to accept his help, but Chara catches their hand as they go to write. It’s a little awkward trying to write by holding your hand over someone else’s, but Chara manages to at least somewhat legibly write, “Who are you?”

Flowey laughs again. “Wouldn’t you like to know!”

Chara is supremely unimpressed with that non-answer. They have a rapid-fire silent argument with Frisk over whether to trust him, and Frisk manages to convince them to give the guy a chance. He’s the only hope they’ve got at the moment.

Flowey just watches, eyebrow raised, until Frisk finally turns back to him and gives a firm nod. He doesn’t comment on all the signing, just leaps back up to the roots and calls for them to follow.

It’s not easy, considering the guy is almost unnaturally fast and able to leap from root to root without breaking a sweat. After a while, Chara starts to suspect he’s just leading them in circles, and that suspicion doesn’t go away when he simply vanishes in the blink of an eye, leaving Frisk surrounded on all sides by swirling fog with no idea which way he went.

Chara refuses to panic, though, taking their hand and leading them further in the direction they were already heading in. They’re back to trial and error, but eventually they manage to find their way to... another dead end, but this one has some kind of ribbon hanging from a branch... root... tree... thing.

[ID: A four-panel comic. In the first panel, Frisk is looking up at a ribbon dangling down from a small tree. There are a multitude of question marks and arrows pointing towards the ribbon. In the second panel, Frisk pulls down on the ribbon with enough force to bend the tree down. In the third panel, the ribbon comes free, the hook at the end hitting Frisk upside the head. In the fourth panel, Frisk holds up the combination grappling hook/ribbon up with one hand in the typical zelda style, but they have their other hand on their head and there are stars swirling around it. A pair of speech bubbles read: “You got the Ribbon Grapple! (you might want to get that bump looked at.)” End Description.]

After confirming Frisk probably doesn’t have a concussion, Chara identifies their new toy as a weirdly fancy grappling hook. Like really, a rope would’ve worked fine, did they need to use ribbon? No wonder it was just tangled in some tree, whatever adventurer lost it clearly had no sense.

Whatever the case, it’s Frisk’s now!

The grappling hook opens up some paths that previously appeared to be dead ends, using it to swing from stray roots and branches to reach new heights. It’s much smoother sailing from there, and soon they can practically taste freedom.

And then Flowey reappears, expressing surprise they managed to get all the way here. “I thought for sure you’d’ve been way too lost by now! D’you have some other guide or something?”

Chara says some very colorful words in an impressive array of ancient languages, to the point where it’s a shame the only person who could potentially hear them is deaf. “I told you he was bad news,” they tell Frisk. Frisk gives them a flat stare.

Flowey announces that if they’re not gonna get lost like a good little child, he might as well kill them the old-fashioned way. By which he means, he kicks awake a huge-ass golden Deku Baba and leaves it to eat Frisk, then ollies on outie.

[ID: A sketch with simple color added underneath depicting a massive plant-like monster. It has a head resembling a golden flower but with teeth and meaty flesh on the inside of the petals, and the rest of its body is composed of a mess of writhing green vines. Frisk is visible near the bottom of the image, they’re only about as tall as one of the vines is thick. The background is blurry and vague, but is intended to convey an overgrown cave. End Description.]

A boss fight ensues. Listen, I’m not here to design a video game, forgive me if I don’t have anything more detailed than that written up. Zelda Tradition states that the Ribbon Grapple be involved in it somehow but that’s about it.

What matters is that after Frisk gets done weeding this garden and Chara finds that indeed, Flowey is nowhere to be seen, they finish their climb to the surface and taste sweet, sweet sunshine. And then...!

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