AH! LORE! God this blog is just gonna turn into a lore channel. I'm no good at riddles, but if you have some ideas, RB or comment, I need ALL OF THEM. The poem goes as follows: Teach us, Sprite or Bird- What sweet thoughts- I have never heard- Praise of love or wine- That panted for a flo- (I think it says "flow" but don't quote me on that)

Little weird that it just seems like random text plastered on a texture (Letter textures can be so much nicer than that, speaking from experience) so I think we were meant to notice that

@engagemythrusters JUMPSCARE TIME

Roona got a fancy hogsteed as a gift, oh my

Random's Lore Drops - Flowey, the Psycho.

Obligatory 2:30 AM post (please help I'm an insomniac I think), so here's lore drop on the flower that nobody really mischaracterizes. That's right, IT'S...

Flowey the Fucker- I mean, Flowey the Flower. Yes, I went out of my way to find a sprite by toby fox that wasn't the exact same, so uh... bow-wearing Flowey lmao. Anywho, Spoiler warnings, so don't stay if you haven't played the hit game Undertale by Robert Fucking Fox. Or, at least, I think Fucking is his middle name. It'd be funny as shi- Oh yeah, I'm writing. ANYWAYS, Flowey the Flower is the antagonist and literally the final boss for two of the main endings (but one of them isn't actually Flowey). Or, well, "two", not including the fact that there are, like, fifty neutral endings with the same boss. Now, if you don't know much about him, he's a psychopathic, sadistic talking golden flower with no SOUL. Literally, he is SOUL-less, and so, he is soulless. That's basically his whole premise. His backstory is (SPOILER-FUCKING-WARNING) that he is Asriel Dreemurr, son of Toriel and Asgore Dreemurr, resurrected after his demise, but this time as a sentient flower due to a DT experiment gone wrong. As Flowey the Flower, his whole shtick is to be as deceiving as possible, acting as a fake tutorial in an attempt to kill you at the start of the game, using you so you can reveal the SOULs as you fight Asgore and weaken him to kill him, using you as bait in order to bring all of the major characters together so he can capture all of them and absorb their SOULs, along with the human SOULs, and finish you off, shattering Asgore's SOUL at the end of a genocide route in order to prevent you from leaving the Underground (since, knowing us, we'd just wipe out all of mankind), and also... well, that's all I can remember, really. Within the genocide route, he almost immediately mistakes you for Chara right after informing Toriel about her cars extended warranty that she couldn't pay since she was in the Ruins and thus sending the IRS after her, while it only takes a whole pacifist route for him to refer to you as such, as he usually just goes and refers to the player as "you" or, in the most Flowey way possible, "IDIOT" in the neutral route. He IS capable of feeling emotions, such as annoyance and anger, boredom, it's just so muted that he's almost emotionless, and due to this, has CANONICALLY murdered the ENTIRETY OF THE FUCKING UNDERGROUND MULTIPLE TIMES OVER, (and somehow people say Asgore is worse for killing only 6 human kids, when, in theory, Flowey has killed many more monster children) ranging from the most random Monsters ever, and despiseable Monsters, like Jerry, or Icecap, to Monsters like Toriel, who is, theoretically, as he is Asriel Dreemurr, but as emotionless flower, HIS OWN GODDAMN MOTHER. His whole reason as for why he wants the human SOULs in a Neutral route is to "become GOD", and in the Pacifist route, he just wants to do everything all over again, from the beginning, back when he and Chara were still alive. Because remember, in Pacifist, he STILL mistakes you for Chara until after you win against him. ...Oh, and remember, UTY isn't actually canon, so canon Flowey (as in Undertale canon, not UTY canon) doesn't know who the fuck Clover is. That's about it.

Greenstem + a familiar face

Progress gif under the cut!

omg it's pomni hi pomni hello!!! why are you so silly pomni you are so silly i love you my beloved silly creatura

POV: You have been informed that your RPG is having a Christmas update, as you login and boot up the game, waiting for the loading screen to be completed, you're introduced to an unknown creature with an oddly big present

bonus funny face in funny sketch

I have like brain rot for like something so specific rn that me and my partner are doing and im considering for ONCE changing an oc’s color from green to something else for this

God damn what should i choose…… or or i could let him be blue and Green

Oh god these CHOICES

heyyy i’ve been really inactive on here but i Am thinking about tsukasa and planning something. Go think about tsukasa tenma’s duality

Jander’s Expanded Guide to Vampires: the Kender Vampire

Hunter’s Rating: 🦇 🦇

By unpopular request, the Kender Vampire has jumped the line! Gods, but these are pitiful things.

Most hunters within the Mists will go their entire lives without ever meeting a kender, much less the undead creations born of their suffering. Kender are native to the world of Krynn, resembling halflings and gnomes in stature and general temperament, and seemed to do quite well avoiding the kind of bad decisions that land most of us in the Domains of Dread - at least until our dear friend Lord Soth got ideas in his bucket-clad head. Not content with the standard suite of zombies and skeletons, and unwilling to use the elves native to Sithicus as minions, Soth abducted a number of kender from his homeland and set about killing them in creative and horrible ways. 

The result of this awful experimentation is the Kender Vampire. A fully artificial undead, Kender Vampires lack any ability to pass on their curse - a small mercy, in my opinion. Their numbers are limited to only those that Lord Soth created, not more than thirty in all. The connection between these creatures and their maker is a deep and unnatural one; no Kender Vampire is capable of acting counter to Soth’s orders or interests, and they tend to act as lieutenants commanding units of lesser undead. In addition, they seem to have inherited their master’s tie to the land, as crossing the border out of Sithicus is instant destruction for a Kender Vampire 

Perhaps as a side effect of their artificial nature, Kender Vampires are... let’s say lacking in certain aspects. Oh they are formidable, and possess a reasonable number of resistances for an undead creature - save yourselves the trouble and leave the poisons and nonmagical weapons at home - but if you can overcome their unusually speedy regeneration, you might find yourself able to literally run circles around them. No Vampiric grace for these creatures; undead kender are stiff and slow, which is a very good thing when you consider their unique attacks.

Do not, under any circumstances, let them hit you. Aside from wielding the hoopak traditional to kender (a sort of combined staff and sling weapon), Kender Vampires possess wicked claws that seem to tear at a victim’s very soul, and a blow from these claws can paralyze the unwary and deal longterm damage to a victim’s psyche.

Another psychological weapon undead kender possess is a hideous, cackling laugh. Anyone that’s dealt with a gibbering mouther will be familiar with this trick, as the kender’s laugh can drive mortals in the vicinity temporarily mad. This, combined with the inherent horror of their existence, tends to more than compensate for their physical frailty. 

As far as unique weaknesses go, Kender Vampires are a curious lot. Their own hoopaks, when turned against them, seem to act as magical weapons, and the sight of an herb native to Krynn called shimmerweed is repellant to them. All Vampires flinch away from reminders of their lost mortal lives, but Kender Vampires seem to do so with a sharper pain than most.

If you must go hunting for undead kenders, do so on the night of a full moon. You will find the poor creature gripped with such sorrow at what they have lost that weeping is all that they can do - although I myself have been hard pressed to strike a kender down with any kind of anger, in this state. It was only through focusing on the mercy such a death would bring that I was able to put an end to the creature. 

Really, Soth. Why did you even make these?

laying a soft pretty feather over a nasty mark on his body during a quiet, intimate little moment: “how did you get this scar?”  

Flashback time !

She was always so g e n t l e.

Even after all this time, her touch was still as soft as ever. Sometimes he wondered if it was a trick of his imagination; like a broken connection in his brain mistook it from a breeze. To be handled so delicately made him feel the need to squirm—something he didn’t understand. He could take a punch like a champ, but this? It was unexpected every single time.  

Nate turned his head, just barely making out the tip of a raised scar by his left shoulder blade. beneath a large pheasant feather.

“Oh, that?”

He’d never gotten a good look at it; most of the time he forgot it was there. Rainy days would sometimes bring a dull ache, but nothing he couldn’t handle. The thought alone made him feel stiff, and he gave his shoulder a rounded stretch for good measure.

“That’s old. A year, at least.” Maybe even more—it was hard to be sure of the time that passed here. Days and people came and went, fading into the next as they disappeared. The only concrete evidence he had of time passing at all was the baby fat that had vanished from Fiona’s face in his former life.

He could feel her hazel eyes boring into the scar on his shoulder, and he knew that brushed-off answer wouldn’t sate her curiosity. “Well…”

***

They called him Carnival.

Nate never knew his real name. In fact, he learned quickly that real names didn’t matter anymore. You didn’t have to go by the alias your parents came up for you when you were a baby. You could be whoever you wanted to be (though it was often Peter who would bestow the actual nickname as he saw fit).

With his large, jolly form and shaggy red hair, Carnival had seemed friendly at first. He didn’t mind showing him the ropes, how things worked, and Nate was grateful to be taken under someone’s wing. It seemed like he was really getting the hang of things.

That is, until their first game of Battle.

Peter had thought it would be fun to pair Nate up with his semi-mentor in head-to-head combat. Can’t let your emotions getting the best of you, he said. This was only a game--but out there, it was kill-or-be-killed, and there was only one way to prepare.

Nate, wanting to impress his savior, took the game of Battle seriously. Carnival, clearly a veteran with low expectations of the newbie, let down his guard. It was all too easy for Nate to strike.

It was only a flesh wound—a bloody nose and some bruises—but the boy clearly hadn’t liked losing, not to mention to someone so green.

He didn’t take offense that Carnival avoided him for the rest of the day. Losing was hard, and Battle was anybody’s game; Nate just got lucky.  

“You better watch out,” one of the other Boys told him after.

It wasn’t until nightfall that he learned what they had meant.

He awoke with a gasp. His left shoulder tingled, like a thousand needles poking him at once. He tried to turn around, but a firm hand pushed him down, keeping him flat on his stomach.

“What’s wrong?" Carnival sneered, digging the knife into his skin. "Not gonna fight back? But you’re so good at that.”

Nate tried to wiggle out of his grasp, letting out a groan as warm liquid slowly oozed down his back. He grasped frantically at the dirt beneath his fingernails. Was breathing always this hard? He wasn’t getting enough air. Air, air. He willed the oxygen from the grass into his lungs. Faster and faster he breathed, each inhale shallower than the last. “I---“  I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I--

A voice echoed in the distance: “Did I give you permission to kill him?”

He felt like he was underwater, or maybe it was everyone else who was drowning.

***

Things got fuzzy from there. After that, he just remembered the pain, and the heaviness--oh, so heavy. Even after Carnival disappeared, he never got over the weight in his chest that night.

He shook his head of the memory. It had been a long time since he thought about that.  

Not wanting to lie, but certainly not wanting to frighten her, he chose his words carefully.

“…I just got on somebody’s bad side.” He threw her a glance and a soft smile that didn’t meet his eyes. “Don’t worry about it. Something like that’ll never happen to you.”

question prompts

Roxanne ref for artfight what'll she do!!!

do Not trust the self proclaimed softboi he will SA you and it'll be the most cringe shit when you have to tell everyone

PROMO TIME WOO-

I updated some Espen lore stuff. This chapter's about Cardinal Bloodwilliams, one of two Honour Guards in the Land Van Zicht. Nothing massive, but it does lay a little groundwork for future things hehe

Random's Lore Drops - Socially Anxious Lemon, Alpine Heights- (/j)

Well, if you've been catching onto the wacky-af trend of my posts not referring to the characters by the right name, then this one isn't a surprise. That's right...

The one who made the mfin amalgamates is here, ready for her post. After all, her fish gf already got one, why not her? Plus, like in chronological order, shes in hotland. and also the first (excluding sand undertable who sits there, and undyne who wants you DEAD) major character you meet.

there we go, made a keep reading. time to YAP to my hearts content. Now then. About that part where you meet her for the first time? Well, it's true. But she doesn't meet you for the first time there. Because...

THIS MF'S BEEN SPYING ON YOU (ignore the frick beneathstory). In this bush is a camera, and when you meet her, it's revealed that she's been using those cameras to watch you. Yeah, she literally just watches you throughout the whole game. AND she also made the tile puzzle that Papyrus uses, and it's assumed that she rigged it so you could get through first try. She's the socially anxious lemon that people are split on apparently. First, because she made the amalgamates and went into a mental breakdance- i mean breakdown breakdown (IS THAT A JOJO REFERE-) and completely went back on her promise to return the people to their family, because she thought that everybody would want her dead. She's also the one who made Flowey, as the True Lab only has notes on Alphys' progress with the DT + Monsters (and inanimate objects), GASTER DOES NOT HAVE ANY FUCKING RELEVANCE IN THE TRUE LAB ASIDE FROM ROOM GASTER WHERE ONLY ONE THING MADE BY HIM IS THERE, LITERALLY ALL OF THE OTHERS ARE BY ALPHYS. Mettaton is also a creation of Alphys, made by making a robot body and letting a ghost inhabit it, with the ghost being Napstablooks cousin (also Mad Dummys/Mad Mew Mews cousin), and... Alphys is lesban. Yeah, she likes Undyne. She's a LEGO CITIZE- wait that's not the term. Uhhhh, SHE'S A LESBIAN! Nothing bad about that tho. Also according to my sources (mettaton/the wiki), Alphys also had a crush on Asgore, but not as much as Undyne, so, uh... she's bi, not lesber. Wild, ain't it? She, despite having the power to deactivate EVERYTHING, every puzzle, every trap, everything. Despite her power to do that, she doesn't do it. Instead, she makes you do the puzzles, and when YOU fumble, she goes all 'ah fuck, i messed up' and starts talking down on herself. Yeah, she's depressed. That's, uh... Surprisingly all I can find. I literally went on this to add onto the draft to post it, but seriously, what the fuck? This feels shorter than all the other posts. ...Oh yeah also she never frees the amalgamates except for in the pacifist ending and a neutral ending where she becomes the ruler of the Underground (it's abandoned genocide in hotland, where you kill Undyne in the Undying form, then abandon geno), where she outright tells you that she should've just killed you when she had the chance, BUT, it also made her become a better person as well. So, here's the rant about the Alphys neutral ending to extend reading time. Honestly, she's actually sort of right. She KNEW you were killing, she has cameras to watch you EVERYWHERE, and she also controls the puzzles and stuff around the map. However, it also forced herself to reveal what happened to the Monsters who had Fallen Down and were taken. Instead of what she actually thought, which, honestly, I'd think I'd be hated for making the amalgamates if I did make them, she actually got praised for being able to make the fallen Monsters live, even if they're blended in together. It was a means to an end after all. The Monsters were going to die, so, it really is a miracle, isn't it? ✋︎💧︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎✍︎

Theres a Door on the floor

What do you want to do?

-Open it

-Do Nothing

Ok I'm just gonna post the scripts I had written up for the asks because I cannot. Do the voice stuff 👍 It is making me way too anxious