#distastefulblossom

[losingdetermination]

...whoa.

That's super fucked up Flowey....

[serafxn-a]

@distastefulblossom YOU FORGOT THE PART WHERE HE FOUND LOVE AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND YOU’RE STILL STUCK IN A FUCKING FLOWERPOT

GIMME A SEC I’LL EVEN ILLUSTRATE IT FOR YOUR DUMB ASS

[unseenbutnotgone]

A detailed reference of all the designs of my tumblr-oriented RP characters in their current states. 

[photochoco]

@distastefulblossom You couldn’t keep your fashion career hidden forever.

[ancmaly]

Oh no... I fell for the reverse psychology of showing flower boy pictures of flowers how could I have been so blind .... This is not sarcasm guys I'm, so distraught??

[imcomedic-sans]

Two Days

They’ve been back home for two days now. Not much had occurred within that time frame, and that was a given. Considering what happened, they should be grateful, but as things stood the feat was impossible. At least to the short skeleton.

Just as those two days had been uneventful, his brother had yet to wake up. Babyteeth was at his wits end. He and his dad had brought him back home, placing him in the safety of his own bedroom, but really no where felt safe. It didn’t really matter to him if it was or not. It was too late anyway.

The flower was trapped in his cage, one he built using his own blue bones. He wasn’t going anywhere. 

Sans had tried interrogating the flower, trying to gain information from him and make him reverse what he did. But there was only so much he could do. As made as he was as well, it wasn’t like he was some cold, ruthless killer. Someone capable of torture.

At least... For now...

At the moment he was laying on the couch, silent and worn. Sockets were darker than usual, and as exhausted as he looked, he stared up at the ceiling in a state of melancholy. As if all the energy had been sucked right out of him.

This couldn’t be happening.

[imcomedic-sans]

Howdy! How's it going, trashbag? It sure has been quiet ever since your brother gave up on this place, hasn't it? (distastefulblossom)

*...heh

*hey there, petals. i don’t think what my bro is doing with his life is any of your business.