#floweypacifistweed

[prismatictale]

Closed Started to @floweypacifistweed

(* this is a closed starter to @floweypacifistweed​ *)

It was late at night in the underground, a kid in a lab coat was staring at a green human soul, locked away inside a cylindrical glass tube inside a rather cramped laboratory.

His bright cyan eyes were fixated on the movement of the soul, up-down-up-down, floating ever so gently, almost hypnotically. His eyes following it’s movements, like a cat preparing to pounce on its prey. 

With a sigh he got up from his chair, the time had come, he was ready. With a flip of a switch a giant mechanical claw started rotating, and with that a portal formed between it’s metal fingers, a green one, being powered by the soul’s kindness. He took a deep breath and stepped inside the portal.

Darkness loomed around him for a second, when suddenly he felt like he was falling, rather quickly too, until he hit the ground, a patch of golden flowers. A sudden feeling of deja vu hit the boy, his back hurts, though it doesn’t feel like he was badly injured.

“the...heck” he uttered under his breath as he slowly got up and looked around.

[yourjourneybegins]

Closed starter for floweypacifistweed

@floweypacifistweed

Wither woke in the patch of snow,he was watching Frisk spare a snowdrake and smiled. “I know this isn’t going to work with the majority of  monsters here, Frisk. But you do you.”  He sighed.

The atmosphere felt different during this timeline though, almost like there had been a shift in magic, something just felt different.

[through-worlds-and-time]

private rp w/ floweypacifistweed

@floweypacifistweed​ -- continued from here

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“My..my SOUL?” Wasn’t that just a thing of make-believe? Something that only really existed in fantasy fables, like those book series Connie liked to read? He also really did not like how the little talking flower had took note of how much he had given for others - even if it was true.

“I- Um. Do.. you mean my gem?” His hand absentmindedly went over where the rose-hued gemstone rested where his navel was beneath his shirt. Memories of a particular encounter with White Diamond briefly flashed in his consciousness, but he was quick to shove them out of his train of thought before they started to overwhelm them.

“What would you even need my SOUL for anyway?”

[ask-thegoatbro]

@floweypacifistweed​

“Gosh, I’ve taken notice plenty of flowers and now it’s your time. I could have just send a message but I would like to discuss with you. So, first comes first, what is your deal as a flower?”

The Boss Monster said as he looks at the flowery with a warm expression and yet those eyes felt like they were observing the flower as if there was a little more to this goat than meets the eye.

[mount-ebott-population-one]

@floweypacifistweed​   is gay is the most discussed in the media in the few years ago. Even it has happened in 2012, but some of the public still curious about what is exactly happening and to be the reason there is a rumor comes out about his gay. At that time he became the massive social networking rumor.

[rvdvmption]

@floweypacifistweed​ continued from here

Their foot stops mid-walk towards the flower as he turned to them. They expected to hear him yell at them like usual. Insult them and tell them if they had anything better to do and they would reply they didn't like simple clockwork. Like pre-scripted game dialogue.

Yet he looked confused. He stared at them almost like he was looking at a ghost. Was it Chara? Could he see them now?

* No, he shouldn't be able to. I'm dead, not a ghost monster.

The said ghost says in their mind. To the point like usual.

Frisk paused to stare down at Flowey with their golden eyes. Hurt flashes in them when he asks if he knew who they were. Did a RESET happen? They don't remember pressing the button, they kept their promise! And nothing made sense since he remembered their SAVES and RESETS!

"You don't remember me...?" Their voice warbles as they step closer and then kneel down on the ground near Flowey, not caring if their tights would get dirtied up.

"You remember me right?" The human clutches at their thin shirt, scared of his answer with eyes wide. "It's me, Frisk..." 

[universalundernet-archived]

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“Different? Nah, I’m all the same, my bro bro. Just living it up in the moment, as radical as ever.” Maybe they were different from your average Chara but it didn’t matter, they didn’t see anything wrong with it and that was all that mattered. They never focused on anything that wasn’t something of their interest or something that they weren’t doing currently. 

“Nothing wrong with vibing over here, chillaxing is a sweet pass time. Not much to do, unless you wanna see some sick kickflips.” Wait, where did the skateboard come from? Well, it was there now in their hand as they put it on the ground next to them. 

[puzzlebones]

"Howdy, Papyrus! You look as energetic as ever! Having a good day~?"

“OF COURSE I AM! I HAD A FEW REALLY GOOD PUZZLE IDEAS, AND IMPROVED MY PASTA RECIPE~! AND WHAT ABOUT YOU MY TINY PLANT FRIEND?”