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@stilljustyou
RESTART
I’m restarting this blog! The layout of my actual blog is staying the same, but literally everything else is changing, from the tag system to the prose and ‘About’ page. Please, if you’d like a follow, like this post! I’m most interested in interactions with Flowey, Sans, and Chara, but I’ll follow any active Undertale muse. Please no multi-muse blogs.
@stilljustyou
(You peer down at the child from a higher vantage point; seems they didn’t notice your change, yet. As they’ve just been coming home, you’re not quite sure if this is an opportune time to approach them with the surprise, but… Well, they’re going to notice that you’re not home soon enough, aren’t they? You’re also not obscure either; if Frisk so much as bothers to look up on the building’s roof, they’ll notice you, for certain.)
(You kind of want to just escape away. Ordinarily, you’d entertain the idea of messing around with someone in this form, but… After they’ve told you certain things, hilariously enough, you don’t know if you have the heart to.)
(Fancy that. You don’t even have a heart. It’s funny. It’s hysterical.)
*…
(… You rummage your claws through a pack of gummies you snagged from their room. These taste better when you have actual monster taste buds, not to mention it’s very gratifying being able to have them for yourself without the need of assistance.)
[You’ve kind of always been able to sense that something’s off, something’s changed, ever since you were very little. You're not sure if it's some 'cosmic connection with the universe' or just a thing that all kids have and then lose when they become grownups. You just know you've got it, and today, on the walk home from school, it's bursting to tell you something has changed. You adjust the square red backpack on your back and pick up the pace a bit, eager to get away from the feeling as much as you are eager to investigate it.]
[It's hard for you not to be observant since coming back to the surface- everything is colorful, bright, rejuvinating compared to the dark and cold Underground, but all the monsters fit in so well. They were made for such a life, and you lament that it took so long for them to come back to it. It's for this reason that when you push open the little white garden gate, you actually do notice it right away: a large, white, furry creature on top of your roof.]
[You don't really have any expression to make at the moment. You just stare, and then, gradually, you hop from warm orange stone to warm orange stone on the path to the front door. There are six, and the seventh was orange before you used sidewalk chalk to color it red and write your name in white. You always hop over that one, so the chalk doesn't get damaged. It's held up for about a week now.]
[You drop your bag inside the house and head to the kitchen, thinking very hard about the monster on your roof. It takes you a minute, but as you're closing the refridgerator and pulling the straw off of your Capri-Sun, you realize that it's Flowey. It's your Flowey, on your roof, looking like Asriel. You're curious, and a little excited, but most of all you're concerned. You know he is not Asriel. Asriel would not have waited on the roof like that. That is, unmistakably, your Flowey. You can feel it.]
[You scale the side of the house with the water pipe like it's a ladder and not a tin cylinder. You step along the roof carefully, until you're right beside him, and you glance at the bag of gummies he must have taken from your room. At least he remembered where they were.]
*Hi, Flowey. I'm home.
[He will always be Flowey. And you love him very much.]
idea by my pal @gengarita who was lazy to draw it herself LOL
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oM-NCBZMZms)
Soundtrack: “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by @stfuadachi
iTS DONE. OH MY GOD THERE ARE REAL TEARS IN MY EYES.
im so happy i named myself this while doing a genocide route
✦ Despite everything...
In a flash of brilliant light, the room was full of flowers. Golden, beautiful, sweet-smelling buttercups, growing in such close proximity that it was a wonder Frisk could stand there and not trample any of them. They swayed in a breeze, slow and careful, a rhythmic dance to a tune from far away. It was something familiar, something Frisk heard a long, long time ago...but they couldn't quite place it, even though it held a feeling of nostalgia.
They lifted a leg, but hesitated,not wanting to step on any little stem or leaf- but to their surprise, the flowers bent and shifted, almost as though they were moving their roots, and caved out a path. Every time their boot moved upward, the flowers seemed to anticipate their footfall, and never once did Frisk hurt a single leaf.
A sunny, blue sky, dotted with puffy white clouds and given music in the chirping of a few birds, seemed to sprawl out before them in all directions, just like the flowers. Frisk simply smiled as they watched flowers part the way to make room for their footsteps, and drew a long path through them for a while in this manner. However, before too long, they began to wonder what their purpose was in this field- and it was around this time that they noticed a massive willow tree in the distance.
As it was the only point of interest in the empty plane, Frisk moved toward it with the usual amount of curiosity. As they did, they noticed the music that even the flowers seemed to be hearing. It was beginning to trouble them, how familiar it was, and yet...they still could not recall where they had heard it before, or even the name of the song.
They reached the tree, and touched the bark as though lost. It felt as though this was an incomplete scene. Why would Frisk reach the tree and...nothing happen?
A soft giggle resonated from the other side, and Frisk perked up. They recognized that voice. They hurried to run in a circle, to the other side of the tree, but all they saw was a flash of green vanishing in the opposite direction. They were being played with! A determined smile on their features, they chased the laughing entity in circles until, at last, they caught hold of a bit of the green material they had been seeing.
“Alright, alright, you got me!” Asriel giggled, and Frisk dropped the edge of his sweater. “Man, Frisk, you sure are determined.”
“Asriel, what're you-”
“I missed you.” It came out of the little Prince's mouth before Frisk could even ask the question entirely. For a few seconds, they stood in silence, as Asriel watched Frisk's eyes dart from his own and then down to the petals on a few gold buttercups.
“I can't come back, you know...you know that, right? ...But I can visit you here. Sometimes, maybe...if that's okay.”
“Of course it is, Asriel.”
“Thank you for saving me, Frisk.” After a long second, the goat braved an embrace. Frisk's arms wrapped around him in kind, and the two stood still for a long moment, and everything felt...familiar. After a while, Asriel let go, leaned down, and plucked a flower from its place in the ground.
“I need you to take care of this for me.” They put the stem in Frisk's hands, and Frisk blinked a few times.
“It's special. It needs you. It's on Mt. Ebott, Frisk- but you have to trust me, okay? You have to trust me completely. Like...a trust fall!”
“A trust fall?”
“There's a big, big hole in Mt. Ebott. I need you to trust me, and fall down there, and protect the flower that finds you there, okay? I can't do it, so- I need you to.”
“Okay, Asriel.”
“No matter what.”
“No matter what.”
Frisk nodded, and held the flower they were given tight to their chest. Music came to a crescendo, and the light of the sun became overwhelming. Asriel gave their hand a squeeze, and Frisk looked down to see the buttercup in their hand. They turned it upward, to face them, and made sure to get the look of it memorized. A buttercup.
Frisk woke with slow, easy calm that morning. The dream was a vivid one. They climbed out of bed, dressed in their warmest sweater and their favorite boots. They hauled a backpack full of earth onto their back, and left the orphanage behind. They had to find that flower, and take care of it- for Asriel. Whoever that was.
As they came upon the hole in Mt. Ebott, they stared down into the black abyss.
Like a trust fall...
So, turning their back, closing their eyes, and falling- they trusted. They found the little flower, and in the end, they protected it with all their might. Asriel, the monster in their dream, returned to them in reality now. They smiled, and cried, and when Frisk held them, they were sure that they had done what they were asked to do.
As they ascended with their newfound friends, back to the surface, into a new life, things were quaint. The end of a long day had come, and as Frisk stared at the ceiling in the darkness of their new bedroom in Toriel's home. Their gaze found their backpack, once filled with soil, now filled with treats and gifts...
I need you to take care of this for me. It's special. It needs you.
In the darkness of the night, Frisk dressed in their warmest sweater and their favorite boots. They hauled a backpack with a clay pot onto their back, and left the Dreemurr residence a note on the door: be back soon. -frisk
They climbed Mt. Ebott again. They found the hole again. This time, there was a much easier way to descend- and they took it. It took a while, but by morning, they returned. Covered in earth, scrapes, and scratches, they were back home with a little golden flower in their pot.
They set the little pot on their windowsill, and with a smile, wrapped a green ribbon around the pot. The flower chatted away, all manner of angry, lost, confused, scared- and it showed. But Frisk simply stood beside it to look out at the world through the window, until it became quiet again. The flower had become distracted with the sunlight and the view of the surface at last.
It's still just you.
bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.
the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
More of my Blind!Frisk au
Seeing Eye dogs are overrated if you ask Sans. Seeing eye Blasters are way more cool.
✦ Shaking, Frisk pulled themselves up from the ground slowly. They wiped their lip of blood, and winced as their leg tried to give out- but they would not falter. They stood their ground, and, though the words came slow and through gritted teeth, they were said with lots of heart.
"I said- I said won't fight you."
✦ The Ambassador to Monsters was older now. Wiser, suppposedly. But as they stood there, tears filling their eyes, DETERMINATION brimming, they remembered what it was like to face down The God of Hyperdeath, an immeasurably powerful being, and save each and every one of their new friends. They remembered the quaint charm of every Snowdin resident, the dogs of the Royal Guard- they remembered how much everyone meant to them, and after long, they clenched their fists and pushed anchor into the ground with their worn-out boots.
"I'm not giving up on you. I don't care what you've done, I don't care what you say you are or aren't- I'm not giving up on you."
i dunno if this would count as an au or not but the “frisk adopting a vehement flowey into the family post-pacifist run so they are basically just a particularly vile houseplant” au is extremely important to me. also comes with “no one cares about flowey but frisk” and “flowey discovers what hell truly is”
bonus:
I did a thing!! I animated this for fun. I really like it I hope you do too!!
I’m….. gonna go lie down now….
Music by Luxiay Kuragon: soundcloud.com/luxiay-kuragon/drop-pop-candy-sans-papyrus Characters from Toby Fox’s Undertale: undertale.com/
Friends say I'm stupid and I'm out of my mind But without you, boy, I'd be bored all the time No, I don't really care for the same conversation Got everything I need, and I'd rather be chasing Chasing love, with a monster
Pocky Game
Sass Starters!
“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”
“Excuse you?”
“I could do that, but “could” doesn’t mean would.”
“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck I don’t give.”
“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?”
“Let me tell you exactly where in hell you can go.”
“Fill a cup with your tears so I can drink them. Gotta keep hydrated.”
“I’m sorry, was I talking to you? The answer is no.”
“You couldn’t train a rock, much less a pet.”
“You couldn’t land a hit on a mountain.”
“Isn’t it past your bedtime, brat?”
