sometimes, I lay in bed thinking long and hard about how there’s no way in hell flowey would allow himself to be potted because of how that would restrict his mobility and freedom. and sometimes, sometimes my muse blesses me with a vision on how this problem would be solved
and sometimes toonboom doesn’t allow gif exports and my photoshop license is expired so i just post my bullshit animation as a video
hears the fucking horrible sound of the roots and pot scuttling and scraping across the hardwood floor in the middle of the night “oh don’t worry, that’s just flowey up to something terrible as usual”
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