Realized I haven't made an intro post for my main blog yet so uhhh
Wazzup nerds /aff
My name's Felvahkiir, but I know that's hard to read (let alone say) so y'all can just call me Fel. I mostly use this blog for fandom stuff and showing off things I make, with no particular rhyme or reason to it because this is MY domain and I do what I want in it. I also have a sideblog for my Undertale AU called Underden-Official that you can check out if you want. My reblog account is right here, too.
Current hyperfixation: Undertale
Rules:
- I will not tolerate hate speech of any kind. Racism, religious discrimination, homophobia, transphobia, acephobia, ableism, sexism, and other such things are not welcome here. If you are for some reason offended by the suggestion that you dare treat others as actual people and not a distant enemy you've been taught to disgust/fear, I suggest you go rethink some things and come back some other time.
- I like to stay out of drama and gossip. Don't try to drag me into it.
- Please do not send me NSFW of any of my characters (or myself, while we're on the topic). I'd rather it not be made at all, but if you really can't help it then at least have the decency to keep it to yourself.
- On rare occasions I will do art requests, but don't expect it often. I will not draw any sexually explicit art. Gore/horror are fine though.
- Do not use my posts for AI. I don't care what your reason is, I don't wanna be part of it.
- Please don't send me links to charities or fundraisers or whatnot and expect me to donate or share them around. I cannot discern the difference between the scams vs the genuine ones so I simply will not acknowledge any of them.
more info below :)
About Me:
What's your name?: Look up at the username, darling. That's the only name you're gonna get.
How old are you?: Currently in my early 20s.
Where are you from?: The USA (no i didn't vote for the orange man)
What's your gender?: Whatever the hell this thing is (warning: slightly older design) v
My pronouns are they/she/he, if that's all you wanted. They change lol
What's your sexuality?: Aroace in the "i want nothing to do with it" kind of way
What do you do?: I'm an amateur author/poet looking to get published one day, though looking at my content you probably wouldn't know it lol. I have a ton of creative hobbies including traditional drawing (self-taught), watercolor painting (occasionally), singing, making music, and nature photography. Am I good at any of those things? Idk, you be the judge of that I guess
Fandoms/things I like:
Undertale, Deltarune, Pokemon, Sky: COTL, Hollow Knight, Final Fantasy 13 trilogy, The Elder Scrolls, EPIC the Musical, Wings of Fire, Warrior Cats, ENA, Minecraft, Ori and the Blind Forest/Will of the Wisps, Slay the Princess, Friday Night Funkin, Murder Drones, How to Train Your Dragon, The Isle, and Honkai Star Rail (so far)
the way im incapable of having a conversation about weight with normal people. those conversations feel like a mine field because there are no right answers. im not gonna feel sorry for you that you gained weight and i dont have any dieting tips and your self depreciating weight jokes arent funny and i dont feel like congratulating you on your weight loss with how mean to your past self you are being and it doesnt feel good that you think that me wanting to gain weight is weird or stupid. sorry
okay so, question about tumblr etiquette; when you want to credit the creator(s) of a setting/character(s) that you're like, making fanart or fanfiction of, do you actually tag them like this--
(insert OC) by @felvahkiir
or do you "fake" tag them like this--
(insert OC) by @/felvahkiir
like, is it annoying to actually tag the person? i've seen it done both ways so idk
my job sucks but I am thankful to have things in my life that make me go âI canât wait for work to be over so I can go home and do what I likeâ instead of it just being âI canât wait for work to be over so I can be done with work.â
y'know, the reason i'm so ridiculously desensitized to extreme violence and gore in fiction mayyyyyy have something to do with the fact that my favorite books as a kid were Wings of Fire, Warrior Cats, and the Pokemon manga
best feeling in the world is when you draw something and youâre so proud of it you have to stop and stare at it every few minutes to remind yourself of its beauty like narcissus with his reflection in the pond
horrortale rewrite part two, go! this took entirely too long lmao
First---Prev---Next
Breadcrumbs and Petals
Several months earlierâŠ
Floweyâ still looking relatively normal at this pointâ pops up next to a save point in Snowdin and shakes the snow off of his petals, a scowl across his face.
Flowey: âYou really DID take all of themâŠâ
Flowey: âCouldnât leave anything behind for me to have fun with, oh no! You just HAD to screw me over too! What a petty loserâŠâ
He looks over at Sans and Papyrusâs house. Itâs dark insideâ both of the brothers are away.
Flowey: âGuess I can always find another way to mess with those twoâŠâ
He smiles to himself.
Flowey: âIâm sure Papyrus will be thrilled to see his âbest friendâ again.â
He retreats into the ground, popping back up near the cardboard sentry station in the forest. Finding no sign of Papyrus, he burrows and surfaces again and again along all of Papyrusâs usual spotsâ the two different bridges, the ice puzzles, even the entrance from Snowdin into Waterfallâ finding them all empty.
Flowey: âWhere is this bonehead?â
He starts checking some less-obvious locationsâ the front of Undyneâs house, the locked âhuman-capturingâ shed, the back of the castle near the barrierâ but still thereâs no Papyrus in sight.
Flowey: âUgh, Undyne changing his routine really sucksâŠâ
Flowey: âHeâs not in Hotland, is he? âŠNah, he hates that place.â
Flowey: â...â
Flowey: âI GUESS checking a few spots wouldnât hurt.â
Popping up underneath Alphysâs table in the Lab, Flowey sticks his head aboveground just far enough for him to see without being seen. He spots Alphys and Sans talking by the rightmost door, but we canât tell what theyâre saying. They seem to be comparing notes.
Flowey: (thinking) *One idiot down, but not the right one. I thought theyâd at least be together.*
He squints and moves forward a little, trying to catch bits of the conversation. Theyâre speaking in hushed tones, and he can only make out a few wordsâ âstabilityâ, âcentral unitâ, âcoolingâ-- and finally, âdeterminationâ. His interest is certainly piqued after that one, and, abandoning the idea of finding Papyrus, he tunnels next to the rightmost escalator to listen in.
Alphys: âI just donât get how he even knew about that! It was discovered way after he was⊠well⊠you knowâŠâ
Sans: âwell, he didnât isolate it. maybe thatâs the core of our issue.â
Alphys: âWhâŠwhat do you mean?â
Sans: âthe stuff has to recycle itself, right? whatâs it recycling into if thereâs no container?â
Alphys: âOh, right! So⊠I guess we have to store it somehow⊠a-and connect it to the system plug, of course⊠but, how would it replenish? Each recycle only outputs 90% of the inputâŠâ
Sans: âthereâd have to be somethinâ else to generate it. even just a little bit. what about theâŠâ
Sans makes a gesture towards the âbathroomâ door of the Lab.
Sans: â...you-know-whats.â
Alphys: âNo⊠theyâre too unstable. Even if we wanted to, it⊠it wouldnât work out.â
Alphys: âA container that can withstand large amounts of Determination, solid enough to be pierced by machinery, and able to produce the stuff itself in some wayâŠâ
Alphys: âI canât think of what that could be besides a human soul.â
Sans: âyouâll figure somethinâ out, al.â
The two start taking their conversation out the door, but by this point Flowey isnât listening anymore. No⊠instead his face shifts into a dawning look of horror. That description of the power source theyâre looking for⊠oh no. Ohhhhh no.
And then one last remark from Sans confirms it.
Sans: âremember those plant vessels you tried to make? what happened to those?â
The iron doors zip shut behind the two scientists, their ends sealing together with the clang of a funeral toll. This was bad. Very bad. And Sans⊠that annoying prick wouldnât have brought that up for no reason. He knew. Or at the very least was dangerously close to figuring it out. It was only a matter of time. Flowey didnât have the leeway to be screwing around anymore.
Flowey: âI HAVE to get rid of him.â
But how? The guy was a brick wallâ heâd never been able to get much out of him. Not anything he could use for this, anyway. Flowey thinks for a moment, and a memory flashes before our eyesâ the restaurant dinner. Sans chatting with Frisk at a candlelit table, and Flowey just barely visible in the corner, hiding behind the ficus. Maybe he didnât need to get secrets from the sourceâŠ
Flowey: âHehehe⊠you messed up, bone boy. Letâs pay dear old Mom a visit.â
He burrows away and reappears in front of the door to the Ruins in Snowdin Forest. The door looks the same as always, except for one tiny detail; a shimmering sort of aura now emanates from the worn old stone, barring any from making direct contact with the door. A seal. And a rather impenetrable one, at that. Heâll have to pull the same trick Sans did if he wants Torielâs attention.
Flowey picks up a chunk of ice and snow with one of his vines and chucks it at the door. It bounces back, leaving the door itself unscathed, but the magic seal rings out with a loud, high-pitched thrum. She will have heard that, surely. The Ruins are small, and caverns echo. Just to be safe, he picks up another, bigger snowball and throws it again, letting the sound pierce his non-existent ears for a chance that it will have found hers. Finally, after a few minutes, another, subtler knock at the door is heard.
Toriel: âHâŠhello? Is someone out there?â
Flowey opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. He hadnât spent any time figuring out what to say. Normally he knew exactly the right words to get her to tell him anything he could think of, but this was an entirely new scenarioâ her dialogue would definitely be different.
Trial and error, then.
We see a popup on the bottom of the scene that reads âFILE 1 SAVEDâ as Flowey readies himself.
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âMom? Is that you?â
Toriel goes silent. Her initial reaction to this, at least, was always the same. Shock, then disbelief, then a lot of tears. He could surely guilt-trip her into spilling the beans, if he played his cards right.
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âCan you hear me?â
Toriel: â...Yes, yes, my child, I can hear you. I am sorry, you⊠you sound like someone I knew a long while ago. But I am not your mother.â
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âNo, Mom, itâs me! Itâs Asriel! Please, somethingâs happened to me, you have to believe me!â
Toriel: âWhâŠwhatever manner of prank this is, child, it is not an appropriate one. Please, leave an old woman to her grief in peace.â
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âI remember when I was really little, you would always get mad at Dad for messing up my fur before weâd go out.â
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âYouâd spend ages brushing out the tangles, making me look all nice and fit for a prince, but then Dad would ruffle it up and say âit looks more adorable this wayâ.â
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âTo be honestâŠI always liked your brushing more. It felt nice.â
We hear sobs beyond the door. Flowey sits in the snow for a bit, waiting for the crying to stop. Waiting for her to finally say something back. But we can see him growing impatient.
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âI donât know how Iâm back, but⊠while Iâm here, could you do something for me?â
Still no response from beyond the door, but the crying has at least stopped. Sheâs listening.
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âThereâs this guy out here who hates me. I donât know why. But heâs been doing so many horrible things to try and get rid of me. To kill me again.â
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âI don't want to die again. I have to find a way to stop him. And I think I figured out something, but⊠I need your help to do it.â
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âSo⊠what do you know about Sans?â
Toriel: âSans? IâŠâ
Toriel: âI am sorry, my child. I have no idea who that is.â
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âWhat?! But⊠but I saw you two talking to each other!â
Toriel: âWhen was this? I do not remember talking with anyone named SansâŠâ
Flowey: (in Asrielâs voice) âYou were talking to him about the new human that came through, about⊠about protecting them. Protecting them instead of me.â
Toriel: âWhat?! No, no, I would never do such a thing! Please, I truly do not know who you are talking about!â
There was a slight rise of panic in her voice, but not one born from falsehood. She really did have no idea. But how? Flowey knew Sans hadnât been lyingâ theyâd met one another like friends during a few of the other timelines, after all. He thinks back to that talk at the restaurant, and this time the conversation focuses on one particular line: âand this woman, i donât even know her nameâŠâ
Ah, okay. So they never introduced themselves; that only ever happens if they meet up in person. But they did talk. Which means⊠he only needs a voice.
The scene gets covered in glitches, before we once again see Flowey in front of the Ruins door, with a popup at the bottom reading âFILE 1 LOADEDâ.
Flowey: âAlright letâs see⊠*ahem*â
Flowey: (in a surprisingly deeper voice) âCheck, one two, voice testingggg~â
He pauses, then shakes his head.
Flowey: (in normal voice) âNah, too generic. Whatâs one of his lines?â
Flowey: (in a slightly better Sans voice) ââIsnât my brother cool?â âŠNo, wait, different inflection⊠and he has a bit of an accent I think⊠not a big one, just a bitâŠâ
Flowey: (in Sansâs voice) âthere we go. good enough for now. i wonât be using it long enough for her to notice the difference, anyway.â
Toriel: âWhat is⊠happening out thââ
Before Toriel can finish her sentence, the scene fades into glitches once more, before returning to Flowey staring at the door, âFILE 1 LOADEDâ once again.
Flowey: (in Sansâs voice) âheya, tori. itâs me.â
Toriel: âOh?â
Toriel: â...When did you learn my name?â
Damn it. He already forgot about that. Not a great start, but he could turn it around.
Flowey: (in Sansâs voice) âkinda hard not to know now, what with all the speeches and everything. iâd know that voice anywhere. â
Toriel: âAh, of course.â
Flowey: (in Sansâs voice) âdidnât pin ya for a royal, to be honest. itâs one hell of a secret to keep.â
Toriel: âWell, I suppose I didnât see much point in discussing it at the time, but⊠yes. I should have told you. Perhaps then I would have had someone on my side that day.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, thenâ
Toriel: âI do hope this does not change too much between us. I would hate to lose your friendship. Especially nowâŠâ
Flowey: (in Sansâs voice) âwell, considering i kinda betrayed the whole underground for you, iâd say you do owe me a favor.â
Flowey: (in Sansâs voice) âso, how about a trade? secret for secret. i know yours. got any of mine?â
Toriel: âHah, well⊠not really. Even after all this time, it still feels like I barely know you.â
Seriously?! Flowey sighs. This was STILL going nowhere. Maybe heâd have better luck grilling Papyrus and hope he says something newâŠ
Toriel: âButâŠâ
Oh?
Toriel: âI did see something, I think. While I was back to being âa royalâ, as you put it.â
Toriel: âI was looking over Dr. Alphysâs work, trying to understand what Asgore had been putting her up to, and in one of the projects, there was this audio recording⊠with your voice.â
Toriel: âI know I should not have listened. It was not part of the relevant material, but⊠you sounded so defeated. That was the first time I had ever heard you like that. So I just⊠could not help myself, I suppose.â
Toriel: âIt is not my place to be saying this, really, but⊠whatever that project was, at the back of your house⊠I am truly sorry that it failed you so thoroughly. Iââ
Before she can finish her sentence, time rewinds again; Flowey back to facing that shimmering door. âFILE 1 LOADEDâ. Flowey grins. He finally, FINALLY has a lead. Time to see where it goes.
He burrows away and pops up behind Sans and Papyrusâs house, in front of an inconspicuous wooden door. Heâd always thought this was just a back door into the house itself; after all, the structure didnât seem big enough to house a whole other room. Then again, so many other things about those skeletons laughed in the face of logic. Why would this be any different?
Flowey reaches a vine up to the doorknob and tries to turn it. Nope. Locked. No problem, he could just reach under the door and unlock it fromâ oh? Itâs locked on both sides? This MUST be important. There wasnât a seal on it or anything, was there? He chucks a snowball at the door, which splatters against the wood with a satisfying *thunk*. Nope. Perfect.
Holding his breath, Flowey flattens himself as much as he possibly can and carefully slides underneath the door, re-emerging in a long, purple-tiled room with several cabinets lining the left wall. Sitting in the corner was some massive shape, haphazardly covered up with a tarp. Of course, Flowey beelines straight for the object, ripping the tarp away to reveal⊠an absolute mess. Chunks of metal, wires, broken glass screens connected to dead tablets, a giant container with nothing in it⊠thereâs no way to make sense of what this is supposed to BE, much less what it was for. Flowey makes a mental note to figure that out later and starts rifling through the cabinets instead. There isnât much in the first one; just some dinky little badge that Flowey doesnât recognize. He opens the second one, and while we canât see the pictures that he takes from it, a note reading âdonât forgetâ falls from one of them onto the floor.
Flowey: âInteresting⊠who are these guys? And⊠thatâs the sun! Was he on the surface?! How?!â
Flowey sets the pictures on the top of the shelf, then reaches for the third and fourth drawers. He pulls out a binder of sorts from the fourth one and starts flipping through it; though, frustratingly, we still can't see what he's looking at. As he skims the pages, the grin on his face goes wider and wider, before hugging the binder close to himself and letting loose a cocky, triumphant laugh.
Flowey: "HAHAHAHAHA! Ohhh, this is more than I could have EVER hoped for!"
Flowey: "And I know EXACTLY who would love to see thisâŠ"
He retreats back into the ground, leaving us within the hidden lab; the once stale air now quivering with anticipation. The first domino of a downfall has been set.