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“A repayment, if you may consider. For everything. Or perhaps just a requited dance of love. You watch us perform with a look I know too well.”
“Wait, that wuz hidd’n?” Yellow spoke up. “Thought we were all in sum sorta trio already..”Flowery walks in on Blue and Yellow during their pollination, instead of leaving, he indulges in the idea of them. Well.... until they find him outside the door.
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09 Aug 2026
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After Asgore throws Kris and Susie out of the dark world, Ralsei waits for them to jump right back in.
But they never do.
Trapped in an impermanent dark world living on borrowed time, all Ralsei can do is wait for his friends to return. He just hopes they'll arrive before it's too late.
Unfortunately, Flowery isn't about to make it a relaxing time.
A fic about friendship, identity, gender, the connections we form with people, the values we place on our lives, the meanings we draw from an impermanent existence, and the officially licensed 'Mew Mew Kissy Cutie: Princess Kingdom!' spinoff rhythm game. Not necessarily in that order.
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09 Aug 2026
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A flower blooms. A gardener attempts to help. #JustSpringThings
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09 Aug 2026
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Flowery loves him. More than anything.
He was there for the wedding, handed off in a rainbow bouquet that had been cherished since. He was there when they all moved into their new home. He blossomed with love—was cared for with love. He was a part of the family. And he bore witness to the best and, unfortunately, worst of Asgore’s life. Flowery couldn’t fix his problems in the light world, but he could give him a better one in the dark world.All he had to do was let Asgore forget.
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09 Aug 2026
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When he opens his eyes, it's dark. Water pools around his shined shoes and he can see himself: not with petals, or a thin stem and a few little leaves, or a bundle of stamen and pistils. No, with a fitting vest, a finely-tailored shirt, and sleek slacks over long legs. With two bright eyes and swooping hair the color of daffodils, his skin glowing like a cherub's. Ears. A pointed nose. A mouth.
A mouth in which to speak.
And, oh, speak is what he will do.
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09 Aug 2026