#underveils

[thebonezone66]

Echo Flower

[[Closed Starter for @ask-thehuman ]]

The feed had gone dead. They all had gotten the call. An act of cruelty almost. The static hiss rose and fell as Flowey’s distorted cackling cut off abruptly. Sans slowly lowered his phone. He knew who else had been contacted. A cold ball of dread began to grow in his chest. One that nearly threatened to swallow him and his SOUL in his panic. Flowey, --THEIR Flowey... was gone. The ripple from his assumed destruction spread like a quiet, mournful dirge through the timeline and simply settled afterwards. Life continued to go on, same as it had ever. But he knew better. Nothing would ever be right again. He knew immediately only one thing in the wake of what even he felt was keenly loss: Sans absolutely had to find Frisk before the child did something they all would regret. He couldn’t lose them now. Not after they had come so far.

Frisk’s goal, their one and ONLY goal in all of their constant companionship through the many [RESET]s had always been the same. They had wanted to free Asriel from the ever crushing, looming weight of “Flowey.” Of the evil that choked the Monster’s missing heart. And now they would likely never get that chance again. The skeleton propels himself down the stairs and out of the front door of his house in a hurry, clutching a strange ornate key in hand. Before all else. He had to confirm his grim suspicions..

[foxy-sierra]

Corrupted Flowey for @underveils

[fallen-family-archive]

Closing Up (Archive)

You know, I never really thought I’d be doing this, especially so soon.

Well, relatively speaking. I was expecting me to keep going for a bit longer. Things change though.

I shouldn’t make this too long because I’ll end up saying things I don’t mean or ret-conning stuff mid-type.

But I’m done with rping on Tumblr. It was nice, but I just don’t enjoy it anymore.

Let me specify this, however: I don’t hate rping in general.

It’s just that, as a person role playing, there are features and ways that these things work that prevents me from having fun.

The follower system is one. I’ve caught myself focusing way too much on that tiny number and it just brings up negative thoughts way too much. I shouldn’t be focusing on how many people really like my work, but instead those that I enjoy working with.

For me, RP’s are about having fun with those close to you. Tumblr helped me find those people, and just find people I enjoy being around, through the best and worst.

Not having images to use to describe your character is another. It feels like if you don’t use them, people aren’t going to rp with you on Tumblr. This is likely more of a personal gripe really.

I feel that Rping through servers on Discord, however, is more fit for me. I feel like I’ve found those groups that I like talking with and rping with and just being a goof with. Those servers give off the sensation I like about rps, and that they don’t have to follow a format and be all business. I know there is ‘shitposting’, but that still feels like that your public opinion basically plummets if you make one error. It does not feel like it is about enjoyment, it feels like you need to conform to a certain style to be able to enjoy yourself. And if you don’t follow these things, then it feels like you miss out on a lot of opportunities.

I also feel as if just about every other month, there’s some kind of argument on here about some kind of minute detail. And it usually deals with what people have for a headcanon. 

Undertale is likely the most freeform game when it comes to a character’s likes, dislikes, past and future that I have played. The rules of the world are very open. It was designed to where you can interpret things so wildly different from someone else that it’s no surprise there are so many AU’s for it.

But please don’t start spitting shade because you think someone is one way, and someone else thinks it’s another way. Or if you generally just dislike their character. Or if you dislike someone’s ship. You all can be civil, discuss it as such.

There’s also the issue of that college is becoming a bit tighter, so I don’t have as much time to fuss about small formatting details or worry about multiple people’s canons as I did when I started.

So, in short, to those I’ve left hanging on their RPs ( @onewithoutpurpose @amphibiotic , @underveils , and @ask-dogi to name a few) I apologize. I’m kind of stealing an opportunity for you to develop your character further in a public setting.

IF you want to possibly continue those rps that are on Tumblr, feel free to hit me up through the DM, or if you know me on Discord. I’d be fine to continue those through discord or some other rp chat room thing, and you can post the results on your blog if you so wish.

To those that enjoyed the actual content that I put out, I’m glad you did. I hope I provided some entertainment of at least mediocre.

Now, for the future of this blog: Yes, it will be archived. As soon as I figure out how to do that (This was the first ever blog I made, and the only one I’m needing to archive). But the ‘about’ page is still subject to change, since I’m still playing Matt on other platforms. I need a way to show those I’m rping the info they’ll need, especially since he can still change. I’m unfortunately finicky.

And at some point, I’ll have a post that will give my last message out and one that gives callouts to other blogs I think you should check out, as well as my personal opinions on them. 

Hope you all have a wonderful day/night. And thank you for having me.

[lord-invex]

* Why is everyone making such a racket over a flower?

[lcstheir-archived-blog]

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    Confusion. Fear. Denial.

    These were the emotions rushing through the monster as he looked upon the flower. This made no sense to him. How could Flowey possibly be in front of him? He WAS him. Or he was before, but that didn’t suddenly mean that they became separated just because Asriel had achieved this form. It just meant that he had transformed, so Flowey should still... reside inside him right?

    This didn’t make sense. This shouldn’t be possible. These beings couldn’t exist together like this. Was this some new, strange timeline that he wasn’t aware of?

    The God of Hyperdeath, this monster capable of bringing the world to it’s knees, was utterly afraid of this single golden flower that had sprouted upward from the ground before him. He couldn’t find the right words to speak. His tongue and throat felt dry. His breaths were shaky, mouth continuously opening and closing as he tried, tried SO hard to speak. The silence between them, even if it hadn’t been long, was driving him mad.

    “You... You’re... But ... But how...?”