#space flowey

[forgettable-au]

END OF CHAPTER ONE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 65-72)

* Time to put this puzzle together.

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[nnnlazyshit]

Bar night.

[floweycidal]

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.

[shimmershy]

I'm one impulsive decision away from starting an Undertale comic at any given moment. At this point I just want to try jumping into something with no plan whatsoever and see what happens, which is why I drew this height reference thing. I almost started a comic today.... ALMOST. We'll see what happens.

[hachikojesus]

Frisk feels so funny these days. They'd rather sleep than stay awake.

Robots used to talk to them. Now they know what's real and what's fake.

I'd greatly appreciate your reblogs, cuz I've spent hella' time on that.

[thylacid]

(mostly) utdr sketches

[luifaro]

shredder... is... REAL!!!

you fools... you thought because i posted about him once that he doesn't resurface in my mind? that was your first mistake. realized i never explained shredder's lore (at least 99% sure i didn't if i'd already come up with the lore by then)

so to put it simply, this little guy got a little curious and wanted to see new outcomes, but was too scared to kill anyone actually important so he went after random npcs. he's very inexperienced so he had like no set up plan, he was just straight up going for it.

undyne caught him in the act and was REALLY PISSED OFF so she basically tries to kill him and beats the everloving shit out of him because this flowey is a noob he has not figured out her attack patterns and he ends up falling into the dump because of their fight and passes out so he's unable to reset. then funny bone man comes in?!!!! he's like "the fuck?" and scoops this guy up and takes him home with him and papyrus.

sans decides to name him shredded cheese, and he's called shredder for short. sans and paps nurse him back to health and they make him the honorary third brother, being the youngest of them all. shredder's never seen these guys before so he sticks around instead of just resetting to try again. he wants to know where they came from and why they're here. plus, he kind of enjoys their antics, it keeps him entertained.

anyways throwing this little guy into the void because i love him and he means everything to me... he's my son

[floweypilled]

family !

[utdr-stimming]

i would LOVE an omega flowey stimboard!!! i love his design sm rarararrararra

Omega Flowey stim board!!!

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[sysig]

Flowey has become my on-theme spacefiller and he’s so happy about it (Patreon)

[calciumdreams]

Can we give outertale sans and pap some love? Such an underappreciated au 😍 (I wanna eat your artstyle ❤️)

thanks!!! sorry for taking so long!!! this thing did not want to be made

outer skelebros time!

outertale boys!

some ideas/headcanons:

-the skelebros are two of the few monsters who don't need helmets.

-everyone talks in hands (monster's type? of sign language) although most buildings have a system of oxygen so they can hear while in those, the skelebros prefer the quiet (they wouldn't enjoy other universes, like at all, sensory nightmare).

-flowey is a zinnia 'cuz... first flower grown in space, i sure hope it is a zinnia i should have actually looked this up. anyways, le petit prince.

-sans added the cape and the chest plate to papyrus space suit. the cape has to be fixed in place, there's no other way.

-sans likes to "float off" while he naps and papyrus has to save him all the time, so sans now wears one of those weird child harnesses.

-they are slightly taller than their ut counterparts (no gravity can do weird things to your spine).

-everyone has seen error at least once.

[justanechoflower]

Yo Asriel Flowey

You are now given a view of space for one ask.

[deltaswapjevil]

Spooktober Day 31

Noooooooo

I missed it

I missed the deadline

I took too long typing this i realized halfway through that it was already November

Please accept my late Halloween Art 😔

Anyway today was a your choice one and I'm actually gonna start with Jared's:

He drew a bunch of different horror monsters he's created

Evil Spacecat is from a parody of Killer Clowns from Outerspace, Rosie is a possessed doll, Elf is an evil elf, Brayden Hook is a slasher from the countryside, Max Denvor is a sunken Diver killer, Gator is a gatorman killer, Snake Eye is a snake demon, Bishop is an evil priest based on the Nun, and Zoid and Pete Grisly are new to me

I did a handful hence why it's late

All from my different aus (or rather takes on AUS): Underfell, Deltarune Chapter Rewritten, and Underswap)

If you wanna learn more about CR and Underswap check out my swap au blog @deltaswap2442 where I do swap au. Been kinda inactive on there for a bit because of this but I plan to make a return

Happy Late Halloween

[radioroxx]

he is eating your post now btw

like that one attack from that one fangame

DELTATRAVELER REFERENCE?!?!?!!?

[mags2theythem]

@the-meme-monarch

[autisticfoxgirl333]

Flowey vs. Lord Commander!