Fel-Vah-Kiir

i know it's hard to spell, just call me Fel pronouns are they/she/he

[felvahkiir]

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)

So, yeah. That's it. Have fun.

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

HAPPY FORTH EVER INTERNATIONAL AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY

June 5th! EVERY year

*edit: FOURTH I MEANT FOURTH EVER IM SORRY DONT SPIKE ME

[fatfangs]

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

[felvahkiir]

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

[bearloonz]

my job sucks but I am thankful to have things in my life that make me go “I can’t wait for work to be over so I can go home and do what I like” instead of it just being “I can’t wait for work to be over so I can be done with work.”

[felvahkiir]

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

[felvahkiir]

"Through a fractured existence, won't you fall for me?"

Color!Sans by @superyoumna

[felvahkiir]

i like gradients :)

[felvahkiir]

so close to done. but now here comes the hard part--

how tf do you shade white

[felvahkiir]

I need to worry less about the characters I write for seeming close to their canon selves and just start fucking around methinks

[teddyrocker]

best feeling in the world is when you draw something and you’re 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

[st-hedge]

[felvahkiir]

i like gradients :)

[felvahkiir]

i need to make pride art i need to make birthday art i need to make undertale art i need to make art

[felvahkiir]

i am. not having a good time in my own brain over here tonight. haha.

[vantriloquist]

So many ideas to draw,,,,, so little energy,,,

[lilybug-02]

Always 😔

[rahafwabas]

Happy month for the silent ones

[felvahkiir]

horrortale rewrite part two, go! this took entirely too long lmao

First---Prev---Next

Breadcrumbs and Petals

Several months earlier…

Flowey– still looking relatively normal at this point– pops up next to a save point in Snowdin and shakes the snow off of his petals, a scowl across his face.

Flowey: “You really DID take all of them…”

Flowey: “Couldn’t leave anything behind for me to have fun with, oh no! You just HAD to screw me over too! What a petty loser…”

He looks over at Sans and Papyrus’s house. It’s dark inside– both of the brothers are away.

Flowey: “Guess I can always find another way to mess with those two…”

He smiles to himself.

Flowey: “I’m sure Papyrus will be thrilled to see his ‘best friend’ again.”

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 Papyrus’s usual spots– the two different bridges, the ice puzzles, even the entrance from Snowdin into Waterfall– finding them all empty.

Flowey: “Where is this bonehead?”

He starts checking some less-obvious locations– the front of Undyne’s house, the locked “human-capturing” shed, the back of the castle near the barrier– but still there’s no Papyrus in sight.

Flowey: “Ugh, Undyne changing his routine really sucks…”

Flowey: “He’s not in Hotland, is he? …Nah, he hates that place.”

Flowey: “...”

Flowey: “I GUESS checking a few spots wouldn’t hurt.”

Popping up underneath Alphys’s 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 can’t tell what they’re saying. They seem to be comparing notes.

Flowey: (thinking) *One idiot down, but not the right one. I thought they’d at least be together.*

He squints and moves forward a little, trying to catch bits of the conversation. They’re speaking in hushed tones, and he can only make out a few words– “stability”, “central unit”, “cooling”-- and finally, “determination”. 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: “I just don’t get how he even knew about that! It was discovered way after he was… well… you know…”

Sans: “well, he didn’t isolate it. maybe that’s the core of our issue.”

Alphys: “Wh…what do you mean?”

Sans: “the stuff has to recycle itself, right? what’s it recycling into if there’s no container?”

Alphys: “Oh, 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 input…”

Sans: “there’d have to be somethin’ else to generate it. even just a little bit. what about the…”

Sans makes a gesture towards the “bathroom” door of the Lab.

Sans: “...you-know-whats.”

Alphys: “No… they’re too unstable. Even if we wanted to, it… it wouldn’t work out.”

Alphys: “A container that can withstand large amounts of Determination, solid enough to be pierced by machinery, and able to produce the stuff itself in some way…”

Alphys: “I can’t think of what that could be besides a human soul.”

Sans: “you’ll figure somethin’ out, al.”

The two start taking their conversation out the door, but by this point Flowey isn’t listening anymore. No… instead his face shifts into a dawning look of horror. That description of the power source they’re looking for… oh no. Ohhhhh no.

And then one last remark from Sans confirms it.

Sans: “remember those plant vessels you tried to make? what happened to those?”

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 wouldn’t 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 didn’t have the leeway to be screwing around anymore.

Flowey: “I HAVE to get rid of him.”

But how? The guy was a brick wall– he’d 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 eyes– 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 didn’t need to get secrets from the source…

Flowey: “Hehehe… you messed up, bone boy. Let’s pay dear old Mom a visit.”

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. He’ll have to pull the same trick Sans did if he wants Toriel’s 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: “H…hello? Is someone out there?”

Flowey opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. He hadn’t 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 scenario– her dialogue would definitely be different.

Trial and error, then.

We see a popup on the bottom of the scene that reads “FILE 1 SAVED” as Flowey readies himself.

Flowey: (in Asriel’s voice) “Mom? Is that you?”

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 Asriel’s voice) “Can you hear me?”

Toriel: “...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.”

Flowey: (in Asriel’s voice) “No, Mom, it’s me! It’s Asriel! Please, something’s happened to me, you have to believe me!”

Toriel: “Wh…whatever manner of prank this is, child, it is not an appropriate one. Please, leave an old woman to her grief in peace.”

Flowey: (in Asriel’s voice) “I remember when I was really little, you would always get mad at Dad for messing up my fur before we’d go out.”

Flowey: (in Asriel’s voice) “You’d 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 ‘it looks more adorable this way’.”

Flowey: (in Asriel’s voice) “To be honest…I always liked your brushing more. It felt nice.”

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 Asriel’s voice) “I don’t know how I’m back, but… while I’m here, could you do something for me?”

Still no response from beyond the door, but the crying has at least stopped. She’s listening.

Flowey: (in Asriel’s voice) “There’s this guy out here who hates me. I don’t know why. But he’s been doing so many horrible things to try and get rid of me. To kill me again.”

Flowey: (in Asriel’s voice) “I 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.”

Flowey: (in Asriel’s voice) “So… what do you know about Sans?”

Toriel: “Sans? I…”

Toriel: “I am sorry, my child. I have no idea who that is.”

Flowey: (in Asriel’s voice) “What?! But… but I saw you two talking to each other!”

Toriel: “When was this? I do not remember talking with anyone named Sans…”

Flowey: (in Asriel’s voice) “You were talking to him about the new human that came through, about… about protecting them. Protecting them instead of me.”

Toriel: “What?! No, no, I would never do such a thing! Please, I truly do not know who you are talking about!”

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 hadn’t been lying– they’d 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: “and this woman, i don’t even know her name…”

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 “FILE 1 LOADED”.

Flowey: “Alright let’s see… *ahem*”

Flowey: (in a surprisingly deeper voice) “Check, one two, voice testingggg~”

He pauses, then shakes his head.

Flowey: (in normal voice) “Nah, too generic. What’s one of his lines?”

Flowey: (in a slightly better Sans voice) “‘Isn’t my brother cool?’ …No, wait, different inflection… and he has a bit of an accent I think… not a big one, just a bit…”

Flowey: (in Sans’s voice) “there we go. good enough for now. i won’t be using it long enough for her to notice the difference, anyway.”

Toriel: “What is… happening out th–”

Before Toriel can finish her sentence, the scene fades into glitches once more, before returning to Flowey staring at the door, “FILE 1 LOADED” once again.

Flowey: (in Sans’s voice) “heya, tori. it’s me.”

Toriel: “Oh?”

Toriel: “...When did you learn my name?”

Damn it. He already forgot about that. Not a great start, but he could turn it around.

Flowey: (in Sans’s voice) “kinda hard not to know now, what with all the speeches and everything. i’d know that voice anywhere. ”

Toriel: “Ah, of course.”

Flowey: (in Sans’s voice) “didn’t pin ya for a royal, to be honest. it’s one hell of a secret to keep.”

Toriel: “Well, I suppose I didn’t 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.”

There’s a beat of silence, then–

Toriel: “I do hope this does not change too much between us. I would hate to lose your friendship. Especially now…”

Flowey: (in Sans’s voice) “well, considering i kinda betrayed the whole underground for you, i’d say you do owe me a favor.”

Flowey: (in Sans’s voice) “so, how about a trade? secret for secret. i know yours. got any of mine?”

Toriel: “Hah, well… not really. Even after all this time, it still feels like I barely know you.”

Seriously?! Flowey sighs. This was STILL going nowhere. Maybe he’d have better luck grilling Papyrus and hope he says something new…

Toriel: “But…”

Oh?

Toriel: “I did see something, I think. While I was back to being ‘a royal’, as you put it.”

Toriel: “I was looking over Dr. Alphys’s 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.”

Toriel: “I 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.”

Toriel: “It 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. I–”

Before she can finish her sentence, time rewinds again; Flowey back to facing that shimmering door. “FILE 1 LOADED”. Flowey grins. He finally, FINALLY has a lead. Time to see where it goes.

He burrows away and pops up behind Sans and Papyrus’s house, in front of an inconspicuous wooden door. He’d always thought this was just a back door into the house itself; after all, the structure didn’t 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 from– oh? It’s locked on both sides? This MUST be important. There wasn’t 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… there’s 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 isn’t much in the first one; just some dinky little badge that Flowey doesn’t recognize. He opens the second one, and while we can’t see the pictures that he takes from it, a note reading “don’t forget” falls from one of them onto the floor.

Flowey: “Interesting… who are these guys? And… that’s the sun! Was he on the surface?! How?!”

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 this…"

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.