#fcllenflowers

Arranged in no particular order. Here we go!

@alex-andsometimeschara- Alex

@pastelbuttercups - Buttercup

@existence-overwhelming - chibi Caretaker l o l

@dtdeath - Funeral Director Des

@resetkid - Flurry!

@gravefallensoul - Izo. Grumpy grumpy Izo. 

@im-sans-ational - Sans when he’s not impersonating Frisks. 8\

@deusn - The Knight...has had enough of your shenanigans. l o l

@revivescere-flore - Lili the Annoying One!

@fcllenflowers- Flower Narcissus doing the Creepy Face. Or his usual thing who knows

@fadedribbcn​ - Nell how do u draw that hair omg cry

@asktheseventhhuman​ - Seventh needs to stop the stabs and bring ice cream

@side-chara-cter​ - Charlotte - another how do i draw hair T_T

fcllenflowers​ - Steel! 8)

@thekui - Kui the sugar maniac

Her statement is strange, but it’s barely an exaggeration. Of course, she knew this would happen someday, after all the maximum sentence for attempted murder is 15 years. She had sent out a few texts, arranging a place to crash until she found somewhere in another state, or hell, maybe she would go to another country.

“You wanna come help me pack? Because my home is like an everything must go sale… Except you know, please don’t take my stuff.”

She was probably worrying Crimson, but when didn’t she worry the people in her life? Calling Crimson had just been because she was panicking, and her friend made her feel safer.

She grinned a little at seeing the surprise on his face. She’d come prepared and ready to spend the time with her boyfriend. After all, they’d come a full year together, even if they did miss it by a bit due to the recent events. She herself had made an effort to doll up, too. 

Her dress was pretty plain for what she could have worn, a very light yellow to match her pastel aesthetic. Her makeup was done up mostly as it usually was, but it was done more carefully than usual. Her own hair was pulled back into a braided bun, a white bow held underneath it. Her shoes were normal flats, which she did regret after seeing Crimson in his platforms. 

During hours like this most people wouldn’t dare walk home alone. Especially if they looked like Sylvia and were smart. They also wouldn’t be on their phone during the walk and still in their heels.Then again Sylvia really wasn’t like most people. Though she certainly seemed relaxed, her guard certainly wasn’t down even holding her conversation she kept her eye on what was happening around her.

“Your flight was safe?” The question was one of concern but she certainly didn’t sound concerned. If anything she sounded just plain disinterested. There was a snicker and muffled reply on the other end which made her roll her eyes. “I wasn’t worried. I was just double checking.”

She cuts her conversation short when she notices a figure not far before her. They were walking a bit a head of her and looked to be in pain. She thought of just walking past, ignoring the person. But something made her stop in her tracks instead. There was a tightening pain in her chest and it left a strangely warm feeling behind. She can hear her contact on the other line asking if she’s okay and reminding her to reply. She glances around before responding. “Yeah. Fine. I’ll see you at the house later today, Kal.”

She shoved her phone back into her pocket and glanced to the smoke that was rising in the air behind them. It didn’t take a genius to assume this person had something to do with that. But was it really her place to comment on that? Most likely not. At least not until she had reason. 

She approached the person getting a better look at them in the dim street lights, they looked young and there was a bit of blood on their sleeve. She shouldn’t have worried, she should have walked on. But it felt like something was pressuring her to speak up.

Steel in P5 Style. 8). Happy Holidays. 

//i think you look cute >:3 would hug!

Sal hadn’t meant to stare, but it was one of those odd days where she couldn’t help it. A vision, it had happened because of a vision. Of course, if she had been thinking rationally, she wouldn’t have gone after the person, getting off track of the task she didn’t even remember she was doing now.