It's me, Flowey.

At least, it should be.

[itsmeflowey-blog]

ask-sans:

deterredmination:

“That depends a lot on Asgore and dad.” Frisk says. “But he should have seven souls just from the ones in the castle. I don’t think mine will even be necessary- but if it is, it’s not like it’d be the first time I trusted him to hold it.”

* yeah, we’ll have seven as-is. you can take a break this time, kiddo.

[✱ A big stretch as he walks. The heat coming off his bones fades slowly as they head through Waterfall.. should be fine enough here for Flowey. All in all, they should be able to make it to the castle fairly quickly.. Undyne’s busy preparing for paperwork hell, and Papyrus is likely off patrolling by the Ruins; nobody else should be a problem, honestly.]

* Mmm. Asgore and “Dad”... You sure this “Dad” will help?

[ ✱ Flowey turns his attention away from the pair, feeling less chilled to the metaphorical bone as they entered the waterfall. Somewhere deep down, he remembers coming here, once. That wouldn’t be too outstanding, but it wasn’t... Right. Sans was there, and they had gone together. But he wasn’t... a flower. He was himself - as he should be. Alive. Asriel. And seemed... Sick. He’d called Sans “Big Brother”. How ridiculous. As off putting as these... ‘memories’ were. It was... Impossible. He’d known Sans as a young child when he was alive, yes, but not the present-day Sans. Without thinking, the flower softly mumbled his thoughts, a jumbly mess of the memory he recalled.]

* Have we been here before..? That can’t be right.

[itsmeflowey-blog]

ask-sans:

deterredmination:

“It’s occurred to me.” Frisk replies, curtly. He doesn’t look at Flowey when he says it. “I decided that’s not the case around the time I got stabbed through the chest by your father.”

Pause. “Speaking of, I’m gonna have to believe that you and dad can keep Asgore busy, Carmen. If he sees me… well, he’ll probably have some uncomfortable questions.”

* yeah, she, uh.. she gave up her soul. body couldn’t last much longer. i keep her safe now.

[✱ He seems a little saddened by that fact, but still smiling all the same. She was still “alive”, in a way, but it wasn’t quite the same. He shifts his attention back to Frisk when spoken to, shrugging a shoulder.]

* huh? ah, yeah. don’t worry, m’sure we can.

* if not, well.. subduing him so we can get the souls won’t have lasting consequences.

[✱ Carmen, what the fuck.]

* Owch. Yeah, that sure sucks. 

* Still... doesn’t really make sense as to your change in heart. You humans sure are oddballs.

[✱ Sans’ melancholy shuts the flower up. He almost says a mean comment about how she should have been dead anyhow, but decides that would not turn out well for either of them. That and Sans mentioned subduing Asgore. Holy shit.]

* mm...

* So what’s the plan once the souls are secured? Sans will have to be the one to break the barrier. A monster soul is needed too, after all.

[deterredmination-blog]

itsmeflowey:

[✱ Frisk… Really seemed certain about that. Like they could even get this mess sorted out… And take him too. It was odd. Why bother after what he did? It didn’t make sense.]

* Geez… You’re still on that whole ‘SAVE everyone’ thing? Sheesh.

[ ✱ A tiny yelp, now scooped up by Sans. Hilariously, his first instinct isn’t to lash out but to make sure the locket doesn’t fall. He is deposited into the fluffy (now dirty) hood. It really is cozy.]

* H-hey!! Careful, numbskull!

[ ✱ Flustered Flowey]

* Aren’t you worried about this arrangement?? The last time I was this close to your shoulder things went pretty BAD for you.

[  ✱  A huff, cozeying up in the hoodie hood.]

* Are you REALLY sure about that? The souls can only do so much..

“Do you actually know what the meaning of Determination is?” Frisk asks, hands on his hips as he walks. “You should know better than to ask me about giving up on things.”

Downstairs to the door, which is not in the best of shape. Frisk steps lightly. Splinters are no joke. “If you try anything with him, I’m pretty sure I can overpower you even if he can’t. And, dude, we’ve got a full extra soul this time. Last time the barrier went down pretty easy with just the normal number, once we actually got to it.”

[ask-sans]

[✱ Sans follows behind Frisk, not minding Flowey’s vaguely threatening implications. At most, he turns his head to glance back at him, smirking.]

* yeah, m’not too worried either way.

* i know the kid can beat me, and i know i can’t beat them. so havin’ you with me is the safer option for everyone.

* but yeah, we’re gonna get you to the surface. even i feel bad, at this point. paars is glad to help us re-break the barrier, too.

[✱ He walks right over the splinters, not caring one bit. Papyrus would probably throw a fit if he saw how damaged it was.. good thing he’s out for the time being. In any case, he’s happy to lead the way out of Snowdin and onwards through the Underground…]

[itsmeflowey-blog]

[✱ Flowey sighs, hunkering down into the dirt filled hoodie so only his eyes and petals are peeking out.]

* Ever realize you might be determined for the wrong reasons?

[✱ He sighs begrudgingly at both the dismissals towards any BAD TIMES. It's almost like he was trying to sabotage himself. To force them not to trust him. To give up. It sure wasn't working.]

* ... Paars? The... Purple soul. So that's who you've got. Huh.

[✱ The bitter blossom rides quietly, only making a few quips and insults, but nothing more. It seems he's more focused on the locket, Frisk having loaned it as a peace offering seemingly pacified the flower from trying anything.]

[itsmeflowey-blog]

ask-sans:

deterredmination:

“You’re coming with us.” Frisk says to Flowey. Firmly. He slips his bag back on, then sighs. “One way or another, we’re getting you to the surface. Then we can figure out what else needs done.”

He goes to the door to hold it, nodding to Sans. “Let’s go rescue dad from Asgore, then we’ll figure out what else to do.”

[✱ Sans is holding the planter with one arm by this point, using his free hand to kinda dig Flowey (and the locket) out with a big clump of dirt before he just….. plops him behind his head, in his hood. Cozy. Only after doing that and setting down the plantbox does he exit the room, hands now stuffed in his pockets.]

* really, once we have the souls it should be a cakewalk.

[✱ Frisk... Really seemed certain about that. Like they could even get this mess sorted out... And take him too. It was odd. Why bother after what he did? It didn’t make sense.]

* Geez... You’re still on that whole ‘SAVE everyone’ thing? Sheesh.

[ ✱ A tiny yelp, now scooped up by Sans. Hilariously, his first instinct isn’t to lash out but to make sure the locket doesn’t fall. He is deposited into the fluffy (now dirty) hood. It really is cozy.]

* H-hey!! Careful, numbskull!

[ ✱ Flustered Flowey]

* Aren’t you worried about this arrangement?? The last time I was this close to your shoulder things went pretty BAD for you.

[  ✱  A huff, cozeying up in the hoodie hood.]

* Are you REALLY sure about that? The souls can only do so much..

[chararenart-blog]

.: Red Soul Trait :.

——- Please do not use in any way, thanks

[itsmeflowey-blog]

ask-sans:

deterredmination:

Frisk pauses, then turns to place the amulet beside Flowey, in easy reach of his vines. “I can carry him if it’s easier on you. As long as he doesn’t mind being that close to me.”

Another pause. Deep breath, exhale. “And as long as I don’t wind up with a vine trying anything.”

[* He blinks a few times before shrugging again, approaching the planter box on the floor. Gonna gently pick it up. Flowey was welcome to shift up into his coat instead.] * eh. i can do it. it’s slightly less catastrophic if i get turned into a puppet, anyway. * plus i can keep him warmer than you can, even with your whole “i’m a literal furry” advantage.

[✱ Flowey clutches tightly to the little gold locket with his gay little roots wordlessly, looking from one to the other as they spoke. He did possessively hold Frisk’s peace offering closer as Sans strode towards the planter.]

* Oooor you could let me go on my merry way~? I mean, you two seem to have this all handled, right?

[✱ A groaning sigh as the planter is picked up, knowing that likely wouldn’t be the case. Can’t say he didn’t try. Flowey is unaware of the unsaid offer to hitch a ride on Sans at the moment as both these hooligans knew fire magic. A tiny snicker at the whole ‘furry’ thing. ha ha furry boy.]

[itsmeflowey-blog]

ask-sans:

deterredmination:

“One day is more than enough.” Frisk says, ignoring Flowey’s taunting. “We’ve already got two souls. I’m sure dad can convince Asgore to hand over the others, we just need to get in touch with him. You reckon he’s still at the castle?”

He runs a thumb over the locket, then offers it to Flowey with one hand, picking his bag up with the other. Despite its enchantment, he’s willing to part with it for now- a peace offering, maybe.

[* Sans shrugs, glancing away uneasily after spotting the locket being offered to Flowey. Then again, he’s just mildly uneasy in general from everything that’s happened so far.] * probably. i’m pretty sure this is the first time he’s seen asgore since he came back. * honestly we just better hope we don’t walk in on him flirting or something. * anyway, i assume i’m still stuck with toting around our irritable houseplant?

[✱ Flowey flinches away from Frisk, hesitant. This could be a joke. He doesn’t say no to the peace offering, looking down to the dirt. If they decided to place it in the box, he wouldn’t refuse. He also wouldn’t verbally ask for it, as that was a weakness in his mind.]

* ... Do what you will.

[✱ He glares at Sans a bit, but doesn’t respond.]

[itsmeflowey-blog]

ask-sans:

deterredmination:

Frisk shrugs, taking his pants off, and taking great care not to flash the flower. He replaces the wet clothes with another pair of pants from his backpack and a dry t-shirt, then stretches. “Always death with you, huh? No, if Sans ate it she’d be up here. He probably just chased her off and then fell asleep or something.”

He packs his bag again, pausing, then turning to Flowey with the pendant. “In case you’re wondering, this wasn’t yours.”

[* Sans finally wandered his way back upstairs, giving a soft tap-tap against his own bedroom door before opening it. Courteous, at least when it came to the whole “narrowly avoiding a dead kid” situation. He enters and shuts the door quietly behind him, giving a sigh as a catch-all greeting.] * kid, we better get this shit done in the next day or undyne’s gonna somehow manage to skin both our asses. * i told her you were a friend and that i wanted the day off tomorrow so we could hang out. she wants pictures and a report in exchange because of course she does.

* Daaaarn. If only he did.

[✱ Flowey snickers, being courteous and looking away for Frisk as he got dressed. The clinks of the locket force his eyes too it, unable to hide the forlorn gaze towards it.]

* I wasn’t. I know who that belongs--

[✱ The knock catches his attention, falling quiet. As Sans enters with his sigh-hello. He simply listens, watching the two. Good ol’ Undyne. He couldn’t help a sneer. One day to undo all of this? That was a good joke.]

[itsmeflowey-blog]

Did you even realize that Chara was back?

* .... No. I... I didn’t.

[itsmeflowey-blog]

deterredmination:

“None in me, no.” Frisk says, and blinks, one ear lifting. Undyne might still be there. He shrugs, after a moment, and starts to take his sweater off with his back to Flowey. “Lots in the snow.”

He holds his hand out and demonstrates his fireball- it’s not much to look at, but the resemblance to Toriel or Asgore’s is there. In truth, he’s been self-teaching based on what he remembers from fighting them. 

“He taught me how to fake the lock once. Not this one, I suppose, but it was him all the same. He didn’t like it when I broke in, but I’ll take an annoyed Grillby over a murderous Undyne.”

[✱ It’s difficult for Flowey to look away from the locket. The little gold piece of his long dead past sat there, so close yet so far away. It only served to remind just how similar Frisk had been to him - To Asriel. The little flame indeed held a deep resemblance to his parent’s own magic. Flowey, not wanting to outwardly show just how he was... “feeling”... Tried to speak, but his voice cracked.]

* You have magic too, huh? Sheesh, got anything else new to show off?

[✱ Faking the lock. Brilliant, really. Frisk never ceased to surprise him... Perhaps that’s why he wanted them to come back. To do this forsaken dance one more time. In a perfect world - at least his perfect world - perhaps that would have been so. But here they were, Frisk the spitting image of what he could never be, and him trapped in Sans’ nasty trash bedroom. It was hard not to be jealous, envious of the fallen human.]

* Pfft. That’s pretty much a given.

[✱ He hesitates, trying to avoid looking at Frisk and the Locket.]

* It’s quiet... Ya think Sans bit the dust?

[deterredmination-blog]

itsmeflowey:

[✱ Flowey had been zoning out, simply listening to the ruckus. Frisk’s entrance shouldn’t have surprised him as it did ( and likely wouldn’t have if they had their original body) but he still jumped a bit. However, that does not stop him from chiding frisk]

* Geez… What happened? No spears anywhere right?

[✱ As Frisk handed over the generous offering of one (1) tiny water cup along with a few words, the baleful yellow blossom’s face scrunched just a bit.]

* Ung. Seems you get the same problems we do now, huh?

“Spears everywhere.” Frisk confirms. He pauses, then frowns. “What? Oh, the fur. Oh.”

He sighs, going over to his bag and opening it. He sets the all-too-familiar locket to one side, then his shoes, and starts pulling out a change of clothes. “Yeah. I got thrown into the snow by Grillby for running through the Fire Exit. He’s got a real arm on him.”

[itsmeflowey-blog]

* None in you though, right?

[✱ Flowey huffs, pushing the cup of water so it would dump into the soil. It was a bit humorous that Frisk was a ‘monster’ now, wet dog smell only confirming that fact. Chara had always poked fun at him for it. Chara. He was about to speak again when the locket came out, effectively shutting him up. That was… That had belonged to Chara. He remained quiet, eyes on the locket. Frisk spoke, tearing his focus from it briefly, but he was still distracted.] * Weird for a guy made of fire, hah. How’d you even get close to… to the fire exit?

[deterredmination-blog]

[[ @itsmeflowey ]]

Frisk finally returns to the bedroom, a towel draped over his shoulders. He’s carrying the promised water for Flowey, looks a little more stressed out than he did before, and smells like wet dog.

None of this stops him from delivering the little plastic cup to the planter. Flowey can figure out how to ingest it, he figures. “Hey. Sorry that took so long.”

[itsmeflowey-blog]

[✱ Flowey had been zoning out, simply listening to the ruckus. Frisk’s entrance shouldn’t have surprised him as it did ( and likely wouldn’t have if they had their original body) but he still jumped a bit. However, that does not stop him from chiding frisk]

* Geez… What happened? No spears anywhere right?

[✱ As Frisk handed over the generous offering of one (1) tiny water cup along with a few words, the baleful yellow blossom’s face scrunched just a bit.]

* Ung. Seems you get the same problems we do now, huh?

[itsmeflowey-blog]

Why do you go by Flowey instead of Asriel?

* After I'd told D- King Asgore - who I really was... Who I had been...[✱ Flowey paused a moment, dulled eyes fixed on the dirt in his planter.]* He fell to his knees, started sobbing, shaking, and even tried to hold me.... His hands were a lot bigger than I remembered.* It was then I realized I felt.... nothing. Nothing at all. Despite his tears, his sorrow and joy, there was nothing. I didnt understand then, and ended up running away from him.[✱ He sighs softly, weary looking around Sans' room for a moment to ground himself.] * I guess that was a tangent, huh? A short answer; I'm just Flowey now. Asriel is... dead. Should be dead. So I'll stay dead. It's easier that way.

[chararenart-blog]

Open Chibi Commissions!

Hello everyone! I could really use some extra cash so for a limited time, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to open 3 chibi commission slots since I have some free time!  The price is $15 for one full-colored chibi

I require payment upfront but I will try to have it finished within a week and a half. Please email me at [email protected] with the subject ‘Commission’ along with your refs and a description of what you’d like. I’d also appreciate if you could include a flat color ref!

I only use Paypal and I will exchange info through email once we confirm the commission. 

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Will Do list:

Fanart with Ref

OCs/Fan characters with Ref

Minor armor/weapons

Minor Gore Will NOT Do List:

NSFW

Heavy Gore

Anthro/Animals

Mecha

Detailed armor/weapons

Here are some recent samples of my chibi artwork in the style these will be done in!

Thanks so much for considering and even if you can’t commission, I’d really appreciate any reblog! ;v; 

[charatoria-blog]

{ Hey everyone! I’m opening limited commissions and I’d appreciate any signal boost if you’d like!! ;v; }

[itsmeflowey-blog]

ask-sans:

* uuuhhhhh. prrrrobably…

* stay here. not that you have much of a choice, but i don’t want you to get speared through the face or something.

[✱ The gentlest little pat-pat on top of this flower’s head before he rushes out. Papyrus isn’t home, fortunately; he’d left far before the incident occurred.]

[✱ The softest pat-pat. The gesture was familiar, almost comforting. Flowey almost enjoyed it, almost kept his flowery mouth shut.]

* W-Well! Don’t you go getting a spear through the face, idiot! 

[✱ Alone again. Honestly, he shouldn’t mind it much. He was used to being alone by now. So why... Did he want them to come back?]

[ask-sans]

itsmeflowey:

[✱ Flowey looks up, blinking in surprise. That definitely caught him off guard.]

* Maybe? Might also be because I’m dead, and ‘I’ came about from only some dust that got onto a flower and a healthy dose of pure DETERMINATION.

* … But from what Frisk said… I guess I’m not even that anymore, huh?

[✱ Sans makes a soft noise of acknowledgment.]

* eh. who knows, at this point.

* we’ve only just found you, and i doubt you know much other than that, either.

* to me, you seem to just be how i’m used to you being. but before that partial reset, you touched my so– …

[✱ He trails off, distracted by Loud Noises and Yelling. What the fuck.]

[itsmeflowey-blog]

* I guess so...

[✱ He was about to ask what Sans meant, but The Loud Noises and Yelling definitely catch the flower's attention too. Flowey looked to the door a moment, hesitant.]

* Should you.... go..? That sounded like... Undyne?

[itsmeflowey-blog]

ask-sans:

* are you only incapable of being happy because you don’t have a soul?

[✱ Just.. straight-up asked. Jesus, Sans. Have some tact.]

[✱ Flowey looks up, blinking in surprise. That definitely caught him off guard.]

* Maybe? Might also be because I’m dead, and ‘I’ came about from only some dust that got onto a flower and a healthy dose of pure DETERMINATION.

* ... But from what Frisk said... I guess I’m not even that anymore, huh?