Flowery قصص

After she falls into the ruins of the underground, a little wolf must adapt to the new world around her, make peace with her own demons, fight a psychotic human, and...go out with a skeleton? Ya XD

Get ready to behold the coolest, most spectacular, arts you've ever seen, (not realy) yes I am taking requests, the styles I draw are, paper, iPad, and pixel, I d not normally paint, or use canvas, but I still think my arts cool as! Hope you like!! Stay cool ~xXFireTearsXx

[Y/N] is a 22-year-old female skeleton that lives in Snowdin, with her to younger brothers Sans and Papyrus. Sans is the second oldest being 21 and Papyrus is the youngest being 17. The three skeletons lost there mother Arial, in the war between Monster and Humans. Their father Doctor W.D. Gaster, died when the CORE exploded, unfortunately, no one remembered him but Sans and [Y/N].

A beautiful goddess of love and grace. A shy god with a voice of an angel. A marriage bond by love and the overcoming of darkness and fear.

Meeting someone unexpected is one of the best things that might happen to one's life. Is it true that everything happens for a reason? Either way those memories are the things we cherish and keep dearly in our mind and hearts.

If you can imagine a flowery smile, you would be thinking of her.

"kid. you mean the world to me. your smart, and funny, and caring and compassinate and determined and forgiving.. but not to yourself. now do me and you and everyone a favour by smiling. for me, kitten." Y/N sighed and smiles. The group let out cheers.

I have made a book about character bios and will be adding other things such as fact soon and if people like this thanks for reading.

If you're looking for books which contains poem of flowery words, you have come to the right place. This book contains undiscovered works from undiscovered gems waiting for their moment to shine. So, feel free to have a look.

This is a collection of random, chaotic things, hence rande-monium (random + pandemonium... HAH. Get it??). Well, it's mostly a bunch of random things I've written, just don't be surprised if it's a few years old C: Enjoy!

An old prize fighter Finds peace in an astonishing new friend.

ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 ℑ, 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 --- Let these pages immerse you into the endless horizon of language-- where thoughts end not in a simple dash or dot. This, my dear, is evidence of my struggle-- that not all elevation come with might. Rather, it comes with patience, doubt, and wisdom. Where scarcity of nobility strangles the heart desiring of greatness... the only garden it can grow is within. My grand desire is to utter as if the words speak for itself, yet for a world whose tongue outruns one's wit, my steel-tipped pen is shortened. So even if my bed is not the soil I prefer, let my stem outstretch to graze the rays of the light-- and this struggle come fruitful in its endeavor.

there is too much light between our bones

Purple prose is flowery and ornate language, and here is a hint of it.

Greetings, whoever you are. I hope you are here to look at my drawings because why are you here apart from that? This book has drawings, and these drawings are complemented with my best aspects: totally minimal and unnoticeable revisions, flowery language, maybe some colors, doodles everywhere, and many more!