friendlyflower: (sigh2)
Flowey ([personal profile] friendlyflower) wrote in [community profile] bottlecaplogs2025-09-07 02:35 pm

September Catch-All

Who: Flowey & Emporio, Anasui, Akechi, Firoza, and maybe YOU!
What: Quests, discussing Theories, hearing stories, and rumors of a certain boy's birthday (aka-- I decided Flowey's birthday is on the Undertale anniversary, September 15th)
Where: Furnace Mountain, in & around Death Blood Murder Skull Town
When: Throughout September
Warnings: Potential Pokemon battling (violence/injury), Flowey's trauma (mentions of/themes of depression, depersonalization, guilt, child death, murder)
telewarped: (Like a coma)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-10-15 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. Where I'm from, they're actually good luck. So don't get on my case about bringing bad luck to your birthday, got it?

[Either way, superstition really has little to do with it.]

If you really wanna know... I was thinking more about something I used to wear back home. It looked a lot like this, except it was a hoodie. [She worries the fabric of her ear between her claws.] It was important to me, so...
telewarped: (Don't sweat it)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-10-25 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[She gives an amused snort.]

Well, duh. It was the same way for me. That hoodie was the first thing I picked out for myself. [The first thing she bought in Shibuya, after the Inversion—after every remnant of her old life was reduced to dust.] After I did, things just sort of... clicked, y'know? Anyway, never too late to start trying things out yourself.

[Once she has more materials and more skill, maybe she'll even offer to commission something for him, just for practice.

As for her human form...]


Eh, wasn't too different from this. [This might just be the most unconvincing lie ever told.] Guess I wonder the same about you... Not that it's any of my business.

[She knows that he was a flower before this, after all, and before that, something else. A "monster", she guesses, like Noelle. She figures he might have looked like his parents, vague memories of whom still linger in the back of her mind, but their shapes are indistinct, clouded by time.]