(flowey originally got his name from asgore during a past run, and kept it out of remembrance for who is father used to be)
Yes mister I-killed-literally-everyone-multiple-times-because-I-was-bored, you sure have a right to judge someone for something like that.
I don’t think the comic was setting Flowey up as someone with the moral high ground; I think Frisk was just saying that it was okay for Flowey to be severely pained and upset over the man his father turned out to be, hence “my feelings about him are mixed, too.” Frisk is acknowledging the goodness of Asgore with that sentence while also acknowledging the pretty horrifying at the same time.
Children look up to their parents more than anyone. If this comic series is about Flowey gaining his (for lack of a better phrase) humanity back, then it stands to reason that he now suddenly has to deal with the fact that his father murdered six children, at least one of whom was murdered in retaliation for Asriel’s death, and if circumstances were different, may have even murdered his own sibling, the one who Flowey was closer to than anyone else until Frisk came along. That’s an agonizing realization. And he’s definitely looking at this from that point of view; “Good dads aren’t supposed to hurt kids.” Not good people. Good dads.
I don’t think Asgore is morally bankrupt (that would, in fact, be Flowey for 98% of the game) but he also has some very heavy things to answer to, more than just about anyone else. and both the in-game characters and the players are allowed to decide how far their forgiveness of him goes. This comic is exploring how far Flowey is currently willing to extend forgiveness and is more of a character study than a callout comic for Asgore’s sins.
i love this commentary! this comic received mixed responses (as i’d expected) but i think this explains my thought process behind it well
HUGE SHOUTOUT TO DARE BRITT FOR PUTTING PASTA IN HER WACOM PEN AND SAVING MY LIFE
(yes the picture above is done using a spagetti for a nib and it works)
yes it bloody works, we can finally be poor artists
A recent meme post actually confirmed you can use spagetti as nibs for your wacom and it works just fine! it actually fucking works and wow.
By far, this is one of the best life hacks an artist could find.
yes, this means you won’t have to worry about buying new nibs for your wacom, horray!
THIS NEEDS A BOOST
WHAT THE FUCK
This pen is ancient
They don’t sell nibs for it anymore and I’m SCREAMING
Pressure works
TILT WORKS (!!!??!!!)
REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE
HOW ABOUT WE DON’T?
Taken from user Cinnabees:
Guys, I keep seeing that post going around about putting uncooked spaghetti noodles in your tablet pen to work as replacement nibs, and I know OP means well and stuff, but PLEASE DON’T DO THAT.
Pasta, no matter how smooth it is, is still a product of dry flour, and rubbing it down on a surface creates micro-sized grit that will scratch up your screen faster than any tablet nib, and they wear down even faster, so it won’t even be worth it. Also, it’s so brittle, if it breaks inside the pen, it will be difficult to clean it out.
Tablet nibs are a pain to replace and buy, but buying a 10 pack of them for $7-8 on Amazon is going to be a better choice than having to pay a heftier sum to repair a scratched up tablet surface/screen.
Spread this post if you can, because I’d really hate to see someone accidentally damage their tablets this way.
YEAH HOLY SHIT DO NOT FUCKING DO THIS TO YOUR SCREEN TABLETS UNLESS YOU WANT DEAD PIXELS AND MICRO SCRATCHES ALL OVER YOUR SCREEN CREATING ACTUAL DEAD ZONES WHERE YOUR PEN WONT ACTUALLY DRAW ANYMORE like that’s a fucking LIGHTNING FAST way to destroy your 1000-3000$ piece of hardware
A few years ago, I worked giving out samples at Costco for a year, and these were the best/weirdest things that happened to me:
Around Halloween, a man and woman walked by my cart, with a little boy who was crying as if he was losing part of his soul. They all had strong and beautiful Indian accents. The man said, “Son, what’s wrong? Son, what’s bothering you?” and his wife sighed and said, “He thinks we won’t let him be a ladybug for Halloween.” The father straightened up and said, “Son, of course you can be a ladybug! You can be whatever you want!” and they slowly got the boy to stop crying. It was one of the most heartwarming moments I’ve ever seen.
An elderly man with a long and greasy beard stole my opened bottle of Tabasco sauce that I was using, and proceeded to tilt it over his mouth and drink as much as he could. He then made a noise like “Whee-hee!” and said, “You can’t say you’re from Georgia, unless you can do that!” while I stared on with a horrified face.
(I’m not even in Georgia, and now, I hope to never be.)
A cart rushed by me, two children clinging to the sides of it, and a third pushing it as the other two yelled, “Faster, faster!” A minute later, a very frazzled mother ran in and said, “Have you seen my children?!” I pointed, and she ran off again.
A toddler chose me specifically to tell a story to, about how one time he went to a swimming pool, and there was a slide he really liked, and he went down it a bunch of times. His mom gave me a look of “I’m so sorry,” as the kid spoke, but she should not have been sorry. It was awesome.
A middle-aged man in a suit tried convincing me (while I was shutting down my cart and trying to avoid him) that Obama was the Antichrist, and that the whole world was run by someone called “The Black Pope” who was baptizing space aliens, and that’s why he liked Mitt Romney better. I countered by telling him that Mitt Romney’s real first name is “Willard,” and that made him dumbfounded enough that I could escape and clock out.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
