#lovelypal

[antlerarts]

Hello #greetingcards #simplemessage #lovelypal https://www.instagram.com/antler_arts/p/BxFaA7wFmYp/?igshid=pnx4xzwppgg1

[amaldadster-blog]

//☘ how many keys do they have? for what? do they have any key pendants?

Useless Details ask meme: accepting

/*He doesn’t keep many keys with him at any given time, but he does still have all the keys to his old house in Snowdin, including keys to Sans’ room and secret lab. He doesn’t use them much, though, since he spends most of his time in the lab in Hotland, and most locked doors in the lab use keypads rather than traditional locks. 

He does have a little skull keychain Alphys found for him in the dump, on the same keyring he keeps his house keys on. A reminder of what he used to be.*/

[truepaciifrisk-blog]

FLOWEY IS HERE TO GIVE FRISK A TASTE OF THEIR OWN MEDICINE. "You are my sunshine, and you brighten my day everyday."

Oh.

Suddenly, Frisk hides their face in their hands.

*... Do I, really? 

Welp.

[truepaciifrisk-blog]

lovely-pal:

Flowey’s sulky expression scrunches up and he hunches over in their arms with a sullen huff- but doesn’t struggle or fight against their embrace. “I’m not an emotional cactus. And Toriel said I had to be nice to you, say something like that, let you hug me, blah, blah. If I didn’t she said she wouldn’t let me have anymore pie.”

Flowey was a BIIIIG liar.

Just for that, Flowey was getting a big smooch and a grin from the human.

*Oh, I'm sure.

They nuzzled into him, their chest feeling very, very warm at the moment. They loved this little flower.

*Thank you, Flowey.

[whoistheoneincontrol-blog]

it never happened

@lovely-pal

...at least, that’s what they tell themself.

They wake up on the flowerbed, as normal. Surely that’s good indication -- the flowerbed is restored, and they remember this being their start before. It’s all normal, right? It’s as if nothing ever happened, with their actions wiped beyond a trace.

They step with trepidation through the narrow-way, their fingers grappling for their face and then their arms to graze their fingers over the tell-tale bandage, with a noticeable absence of something else that had draped around their neck. They breathe, they smile, they keep walking; it’s okay now. Everything’s okay. Everything can be done again. Everything can be okay.

Then they see him.

They halt in their tracks as they bow under the archway, their face pointed directly at a certain someone. A certain someone they’d almost forgotten would be waiting for them here.

They’re holding their breath, posture stiffened, muscles tense. Will he remember? Will he remember

when they struck him down mercilessly, a smile on their face 

Will he remember

when they approached him with an unstable amble, grinning as he shook within his stalk, terrified of them-- 

Is this it?

Will he call them out? Is this it?

They scarcely dare to even move an inch, spellbound.

[papyrusisms]

@lovely-pal

* FLOWEY, I HATE TO SEEM PUSHY BUT WHEN DO YOU THINK I CAN INTRODUCE YOU TO MY BROTHER?

* HE IS STILL CONVINCED YOU ARE AN ECHO FLOWER IF YOU CAN IMAGINE. HOW RIDICULOUS! YOU ARE FAR MORE COMMUNICATIVE THAN ANY ECHO FLOWER I’VE EVER MET!

[truepaciifrisk-blog]

@lovely-pal

As he speaks, they make their way over to him, footsteps light and soft on the ground beneath their bed. His words tremble, as do his petals, as does his stem -- and for Flowey, that is something new. Something very alarming. It isn’t like him to be like this; while he’s never exactly cheery, this isn’t the usual spitfire of disposition that he throws at them. It’s...dejection. Dejection, an expression normally not given out by him, of all creatures.

Their concern grows, and they decide that maybe it’s best that they don’t just leave him alone, especially since his words are sounding strikingly familiar, and not in a good way. Their arms wrap around his pot with the sole purpose of bringing him up closer to their chest, their socked feet dragging along the floor as they make their way back over to the seclusion of the bed they’ve just left. They’re figuring it’ll be easier, to talk to him when they’re both in an area of comfort.

He needs it. They know he does, even if he hasn’t quite elaborated on what the issue is yet.

*Here?

The echo is for no reason else other than to prompt him to keep talking.

[truepaciifrisk-blog]

@lovely-pal

They notice the stiffening of his posture and frown in their concern, before drawing their fingers back just slightly. They don’t want to hurt or scare him... But they do want to help soothe him, if they can. They decide upon allowing their hand to stay hovering the air, so he can lean into it if he wants to.

*I’m worried about you, that’s why. You really seem on edge right now...