Ask the Magnificent Muffin!

Underswap Ask/RP Blog. Multi-muse.

[askblueberrymuffin]

(It’s been a while since I’ve been on here, like, months. But I still love his design and he’s adorable. So you know. Here he is bois~)

[caramelpears]

UNO IS A GAME THAT KILLS CAKE.

[askblueberrymuffin]

I feel betrayal. Betrayal and woe.

[askblueberrymuffin]

@affectiontale

“Oh! I love baked goods! But, It Is Fine! I AM the host after all, aren’t I? I would be a bad host if I was to make a guest do anything! You can just get comfortable, and I can get you your tea! Do you know which tea you’d prefer? I suppose, if you’ve never had it before, you probably don’t even know what they’re like! But! I Am The Master Of Knowing Things! I can easily tell you what does what! Oh, am I rambling again?”

He bustled away for a moment, starting to heat water- and grabbing a bag of what looked to be petals, but they were hard to look at for some reason. It was easy to see the blue petals, as they just looked like normal Echoflower petals

“You See! The Blue Tea! Is good for relaxing! Papy tends to prefer that one! He gets really nervous about going out and meeting people, but I really think it helps! The other ones..” his voice seems to go static for a moment, though it wasn’t a painfully loud static. The reasoning is simple enough; he’s relaying information that’s just incomplete.

The soft static continues for a minute, until he finishes with another “Oh, I’m rambling again! My most sincere apologies! But, the water is boiling, do you know which you’d prefer?” He doesn’t seem to have noticed anything.

“Well! Normally I like stuff like chai tea, so relaxing doesn’t uhhh, usually happen! Unless I need to, then I have chamomile. So maybe the? Other one? I do not know much about it because uuuuhhh, all I heard was static. Which is! More normal that one might think!” he exclaims.

While the static was occurring, the flickering in his eye worsened. Even bits of his arms began to flicker. And it hasn’t entirely settled down to the point it was before, but it’s far calmer now and contained only in his left eye socket.

“So since it’s technically still an enigma to me and I like adventure, definitely one of the other ones! I uhhh, leave the decision of which one up to you!” Fantastic.

[affectiontale]

Muffin didn’t really seem to recognize the flickering, though he did seem to notice.. something? It was hard to tell what he was actually seeing, but it likely wasn’t the actual flickering that was ongoing

“Oh, are you alright? That doesn’t look comfortable.. Oh! And! I think the Pink Echoflower Tea would be good! It matches your shirt! And my trims!”

The static around the tea name was minimal this time, almost inaudible

He turned his back to prepare the tea- the second he pulled the blurry-looking petals from the bag, it was hard to see what he was doing- but he was doing something.

Once he finished and returned though, it was easy to see the cup, and the tea inside

“This is my second favorite cup! It was handmade by someone very special to me. I heard that this was a way to show you trust somebody! So for now, I am trusting you with this! It’s.. been on the shelf for a while, but I promised I washed the dust off earlier today! I wash it once a week to make sure the dust does not taint it and- oh! I’m rambling again!”

(Art by @dryfast )

[askblueberrymuffin]

“Oooh! It’s so pretty! The tea and the cup I mean-- Gosh! It’s so cute! And that trust means a lot, thank you so much.”

He’ll take the cup carefully. Despite all common sense, he decides to take a sip immediately. He burns himself. He pouts for a few seconds before blowing on the tea... After which he takes a second, more careful sip! Better.

“Whoooooaaa I’ve never seen pink echo flowers before? Where do they come from, I need to know so I can make tea like this myself some time! It’s really good--” Muffin is a sucker for all tea and isn’t picky at all. So when new flavours come around, he’s immediately intrigued! Also the warm beverage makes the flickering go back down to nearly nonexistent like it was previously, the softer static effecting it less this time.

[dissolvetale]

Be gay- do crime-

//Muffin is from @askblueberrymuffin.

[askblueberrymuffin]

((MY BOY))

[askblueberrymuffin]

((Muffin keeps putting his cape on Sochi. So of course I need to draw him in it--

(( @dissolvetale / @smolgrim))

[askblueberrymuffin]

Red laughed a little at that. “i mean, you’re right, that is way easier. but, that wouldn’t taste nearly the same as macarons. there are so many different flavors and decorations for them. plus, i feel really… proud? when i manage to make them. real accomplished.

He finished his second biscuit and looked out the kitchen window, nodding absently. “yeah, i’m sure there are nicer outertales. i know of one that was gorgeous, but orbiting a black hole. and another one where they have big domes and dome tunnels between their houses to have artificial gravity. but… this one is nice, yeah. and you’re some pretty good company.”

“N’aww thank you~ I haven’t really gotten to explore anything outside of this area in Waterfall? Though I can use my telescope? After a while there’s too much dust to properly see but it looks like the capital is a giant ship! Sorta.. Built into a city?? Snowdin seems mostly normal, just on a buncha asteroids that are connected with bridges and stuff.” he explains.

“I do wonder a bit what happened. I’d assume it’s a normal genocide timeline but I don’t know where the human is? Sometimes they just end up empty like this either way... Dunno. Even then often some people live and I haven’t seen anyone or even a sign of anyone. So.” He shrugs, taking a bite of his biscuit. After a few moments of thinking it over while chewing, he speaks up again. “I’m half worried it has to do with my friend? He can be uhh... Destructive.”

[askblueberrymuffin]

@affectiontale

“Oh! I love baked goods! But, It Is Fine! I AM the host after all, aren’t I? I would be a bad host if I was to make a guest do anything! You can just get comfortable, and I can get you your tea! Do you know which tea you’d prefer? I suppose, if you’ve never had it before, you probably don’t even know what they’re like! But! I Am The Master Of Knowing Things! I can easily tell you what does what! Oh, am I rambling again?”

He bustled away for a moment, starting to heat water- and grabbing a bag of what looked to be petals, but they were hard to look at for some reason. It was easy to see the blue petals, as they just looked like normal Echoflower petals

“You See! The Blue Tea! Is good for relaxing! Papy tends to prefer that one! He gets really nervous about going out and meeting people, but I really think it helps! The other ones..” his voice seems to go static for a moment, though it wasn’t a painfully loud static. The reasoning is simple enough; he’s relaying information that’s just incomplete.

The soft static continues for a minute, until he finishes with another “Oh, I’m rambling again! My most sincere apologies! But, the water is boiling, do you know which you’d prefer?” He doesn’t seem to have noticed anything.

“Well! Normally I like stuff like chai tea, so relaxing doesn’t uhhh, usually happen! Unless I need to, then I have chamomile. So maybe the? Other one? I do not know much about it because uuuuhhh, all I heard was static. Which is! More normal that one might think!” he exclaims.

While the static was occurring, the flickering in his eye worsened. Even bits of his arms began to flicker. And it hasn’t entirely settled down to the point it was before, but it’s far calmer now and contained only in his left eye socket.

“So since it’s technically still an enigma to me and I like adventure, definitely one of the other ones! I uhhh, leave the decision of which one up to you!” Fantastic.

[askblueberrymuffin]

“the queen, huh? that’s pretty cool, that she could take time out of her busy schedule to teach you stuff.” He nodded along, eating his biscuit. “heh, my brother’s crazy about coffee. drinks it like 24-7. he’s an insomniac anyway, but it doesn’t help… yeah, send your bro tea. he’ll appreciate it.”

He sipped at his own tea, nodding to what Muffin said. “yup, i do lots of it. funny, i actually started to do it ‘cause of the same person. ‘course, she’s not queen in my world, she’s behind the door to the ruins… but she made me a pie and i just… mm. i wanted to impress her. could never get the crusts right, tho… i like making quiches. and cupcakes. working on macarons, they’re hard.”

“They are hard! They almost never turn out right and take so long-- Honestly just straight up making cookie sandwiches is way better? Just like. Having two chocolate chip cookies and smushing them together with icing. It’s great! And super, super easy.”

He cheerfully drinks more of his tea. “...Honestly it’s nice to have someone around to chat with and snack with? No one usually comes around here, I mean. There’s nothing else over here so it makes sense, there are generally more pleasant Outertales to go to. I dunno though! It’s still nice. I like being able to see the stars whenever I want. My bedroom just has huge windows It’s perfect~”

[askblueberrymuffin]

Red watched him carefully. He looked so nervous. Ah geez. He sighed, putting his tea down.

“alright, alright, i’m sorry i pried. you don’t gotta talk about it. we’ve all got secrets…” He rubbed surreptitiously at his right wrist, the hand still tucked away in his pocket. Then he buttered and jammed another biscuit.

“anyway, uh, let’s talk about something else. like… how you learned how to bake and love tea so much?”

Muffin seems relieved the topic is dropped. And he brightens up at the new one! “Oh! The queen! She’s super nice and I used to see her sometimes when she was less busy? Especially when I was little. She liked baking and since I asked, she showed me a few things! Then I just kinda, kept doing it because Pap liked it?

“Ooo and tea! The tea’s actually a fairly new thing. My brother was usually the one who liked tea. I never super looked into it? But when I did it found it was really interesting! Besides, I never drink coffee or anything, nice to have something warm to drink in this cold.” he comments. He pauses and hums, having a realization. “..Maybe I should send him some tea? I’ve found loads of kinds we couldn’t get underground, he’d probably be super excited about it.”

The swap drinks his tea thoughtfully, easily as if the heat doesn’t bother him. “...Oh! You said you did some baking too? What do you like to make! Anything you prefer?”

[askblueberrymuffin]

“this interesting friend got a name?” he asked, raising his brow. “eh, that’s alright. we’re skeletons, we can afford to put some meat on our bones.” He chuckled at his own joke, absently tapping his fingers on the table. “yeah, swap verses tend to be pretty nice. peace. most of the time, anyway.”

He smiled at the mention of Muffin’s brother. “he sounds pretty cool, heh. my bro, he’s pretty cool too. he’s real good at puzzles, and cooking, and playing the violin…” He sighed. “what happened to your timeline? is it gone?”

He took the mug with a “thanks,” blowing on it a little. Then he took a small sip.

At the ask of a name, Muffin just looks nervous despite the smile on his face. He knows a lot of people don’t really like his friend. Which is honestly pretty fair. Though the question about his timeline doesn’t make him any less nervous! His eye flickers again. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, huh? “Mmm, no it’s not gone. I just can’t go there anymore.” He’s playing with the tag on the teabag, spinning it around his finger. “...Which is kinda my friend’s fault so I’m still mad at him but. Oh well, can’t change the past. They seem happy now anyways.”

[askblueberrymuffin]

“oh yeah? sounds like a pretty powerful friend. what kinda guy is that, then?” he wondered, finishing off the biscuit. He debated picking up another, but let it be for now. He’d wait for the tea to be done first.

“yeah, it’s pretty rough… and there ain’t just killers goin’ around… plenty of straight-up assholes too,” he grumbled. “home and the bar are the only places i’m safe. at least, so far they have been, anyway… well, and the inn.” He tilted his head at what Muffin said. “a verse made out of candy? wow… i’ve never seen one like that, and i’ve seen plenty of verses. that’s pretty neat… wouldn’t wanna test my self control, tho, heh. i got a bad habit of havin’ too much of stuff i shouldn’t. wouldn’t wanna add a sugar addiction to the list.”

“Uh. An interesting one.” Muffin answers the question while also not at all answering it. He can’t think of another way to simply describe his friend without it perhaps sounding a little mean.

Muffin’ll grab a biscuit for himself, buttering and putting jam on it as he listens. He chuckles at the admission. “I like to think I have great self control when it comes to my intake! However I have uh. Not so good control on many of my habits. I always have way too much food for just me and more than once I’ve found myself deep cleaning everything again. Eheheh--”

Though he chuckles sheepishly he lights up. “My home was nice honestly! I’ve seen a lotta uhhh. Not so great places by now. So I’m so glad mine was like it was! I think I was probably pretty lucky there. Just quiet.

“Heh! I know my brother would looove places like Chocotale, I don’t know if I’d be able to get him to leave. It’d be like the first time I took him to a confectionery store when he was little, he just sad down and proclaimed it was his home now. I had to physically pick him up and carry him out again. He’s so stubborn! Adorably stubborn!” For some reason timeline stuff is in the past tense while stuff with his brother is in the present tense.

He perks up when he hears the kettle begin to whistle. Getting up he’ll take it off the burner, turning off the heat before pouring them both some, stirring and adding milk to his own. He’ll come over with both mugs in hand, setting Red’s in front of him.

[askblueberrymuffin]

“well, i’m sure there’s a story behind how you didn’t have anywhere to go…” he said, but he didn’t really press on the matter. He didn’t like it when people pressed his secrets, after all. “huh, interesting. how long did it take to set up a house like this? did you build it or something?”

He finished the half of the biscuit, then picked up the second half, nodding. “yeah, a gas mask would do ya good. i could probably getcha one. it wouldn’t be a problem, really. i’m used to getting a bit of dust in the air, myself. not a lot, not like this, but a little.”

Nom. He finished half of the second piece of biscuit before responding. “eh, my hope is… a fairly typical underfell, yeah. maybe a lil’ softer than some others. maybe a lil’ sharper than some others too. and, yeah, it’s kill or be killed. you don’t really make it to adulthood without LV. boy did i learn that lesson the hard way…” He sighed. “but it’s not like we enjoy it. killing is just…sometimes you gotta do it. there’s no other option.”

There certain is a story as to how he didn’t have anywhere to go! He doesn’t like to dwell on that story. “Oh I didn’t really have to do much with the house! My friend uhhh, got it?? If. If that’s the right way to word it. I just changed a buncha things in it, painted, got furniture, so on!”

He listens to the other talk about his home, nodding along. “Hm... Must be tough. I can’t even imagine.” Muffin is an EXP-less, LV-less monster. Though good luck finding that out with a CHECK. “I guess it would make sense wanting to get out of a place like that, at least every once and a while. I mean.. I’ve found a lotta really nice places out in the multiverse! Like Chocolate! Just, straight up a universe made of candy. It’s the best?”

[askblueberrymuffin]

Red summoned a manifested red hand to take the butter knife, thanking him. Strange, his right hand was still buried in its pocket, not coming out, and instead he was using magic… He cut the biscuit open and applied a little butter and a little jam. Perfect. He took a bite of one half then, humming quietly at the taste.

“very nice quality! i’m a big fan of baked goods. make ‘em myself, heh.” He then set the half down to look out the window, his smile seeming a little more absent at the question.

“well, yeah, i’m really just wandering. my timeline is… pretty boring. we’re still waiting on the last human, and… well, nothing much else is going on there. my brother…” He hesitated a moment, then went on. “well, he’s got more important shit to do than wonder where i wander off to, anyway. but, ah, anyway, i’m a huge space fan. the biggest space fan you’ll ever meet, probably. so i was definitely aiming for an outer verse. just… didn’t expect this one, heh.”

He took another bite of the biscuit then, focusing his gaze back on Muffin. “but i’m sure what brings you here is a much more interesting story.”

Muffin seems interested in the use of magic. He can’t do that! He wants to do that though! However, he hesitates a bit when how he got here was addressed, eye flickering, moving even his left wrist. Still, he brightens up with a smile and  chuckles.

“It’s actually pretty boring! Just uhhhh, didn’t have anywhere to go, needed an empty timeline to live in. Wanted to find one in space and low and behold, my friend knew of this empty one! In space! I loooove space so it was like, a no brainer. Just had to set up a house and bam!

“I’m a little sad I can’t explore certain parts of this universe before coming across dust, that’s a shame. Maybe I should get like, a gas mask or something to go through there. That might work? I just don’t wanna breath it in. It’s like! The worst feeling ever! Makes me want to clean everything, but I can’t clean space, it’s not fair.”

He perks up, “What’s your timeline like anyways? I know you say it’s pretty boring... And I’m assuming from looking at you that you’re from an Underfell timeline maybe? I just know because my friend really likes to bug one a lot. I dunno much about the place other than like! The colours though. And that it seems sorta mean.”

[askblueberrymuffin]

Red grinned a little at that, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “heh, i know i do~” he said modestly. It was one of the few things he had going for him, honestly. He followed along, just looking around now, observing the place.

“my favorite’s golden flower tea, but if you don’t have it, chamomile will do. i like a little bit of sugar in it, nothing else.” He admired the huge collection of tea, finding it to be very acceptable. He spotted Muffin’s tail, then, and couldn’t help but find it cute. Aww, what a short little thing! Sometimes Red wished he had a tail.

(Then again, he also wished he had hair sometimes.)

His surveying complete, he sat at the table with the biscuits, and delicately picked one up to sniff.

The biscuit smells good! Seems like they were taken out of the oven recently though still several minutes ago, hot but not burning. While putting what Red said in his cup, he’ll come over with a thing containing butter, a butter knife balanced on it, which he puts down on the table as well as two smaller plates and some raspberry jam. He’ll plop down in another chair, opposite Red. He moves his cape out of the way with one hand so he doesn’t sit on it, before scooting the chair up to the table. Time to wait for the water to boil.

“So! What brings you this side of the multiverse? I mean. I assume unless your just wandering, you didn’t mean to come here specifically no one means to come here specifically, it’s quite empty!”

[askblueberrymuffin]

The interesting shading of the systems around them led Red to believe the same. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen -fell piled on top of something else. But it was the first time he’d seen such a mismatched resident of a verse. The house looked out of place as well… hmm. He watched the flicker in Muffin’s left eye socket with some curiosity, but didn’t ask about it. Not yet.

Stars knew he had his own secrets he didn’t like to share.

“smells nice. biscuits?” he asked, as he headed inside. Once there, he let the neck of his turtleneck fall away from his face, gold tooth glinting. “you got tea to go along with ‘em, by chance?”

Muffin’s eyes light up as he shuts the door behind them. It’s immediately much warmer in the house. “Of course! You sir, have good taste~” He’ll happily trot over to the kitchen, getting out some cups. He fills a tea kettle and puts it on the burner, getting out some mugs. All his mugs seem to be fairly big, he likes having a lot of tea at one time.

Moving a basket over to the table, which does indeed seem to have biscuits in it, he’ll ask, “What kind of tea do you like? Oh, and sugar, milk or honey?” He heads back into the kitchen, opening a cupboard, perfectly organized, the first shelf only holding boxes of tea. He’ll skim over them, thinking, before grabbing himself a specific chai tea called bengal spice? He puts the tea bag in one of the cups and pours a little sugar in after.

The doofus seems to love tea, given the collection. He even has the boxes ordered by colour. And sure he’s excited about that, but he’s more excited by having a guest over! There aren’t too many people walking around through space, and aside from the light, occasional flickering, the little tail poking out from under his sweater seems to be pointed upwards at all times. Nubby little thing, nearly hidden by his cape.

[askblueberrymuffin]

Red waved a hand absently. “just a standard nickname for a swap sans is all. muffin, nice to meet you. the name’s red. sure, i’ll come along.”

He wandered after the cheery skeleton, looking around. Though there was dust everywhere, it was an outer world, and they always held beauty to him. He was a big fan of space.

He looked curiously at the building in progress, but decided to hold his questions for now. It was a little chilly, he was eager to get inside.

It can be hard finding anything colder than the expanses of space. Unlike many outer universes, the stars and systems around them fit shades of red and yellow, not unlike more Fell timelines. Outerfell perhaps. Yet a swap skeleton lives here, in a house definitely not matching the timeline either. And something occasionally flickers in his left eye socket. Too fast and dim to quite see what it is. His cape floats behind him weightlessly as he walks, though once they reach the asteroid, gravity seems to kick in, leaving him standing normally with the door open. He smiles and something flickers briefly in his left eye socket. The smell new houses generally have is apparent. As is the smell of freshly baked biscuits.

[askblueberrymuffin]

"what's a blueberry doing out here in an outer world...?" Red lifted the neck of his turtleneck to keep from breathing in the dust everywhere. Weird place...

“Oh my god, why have two people who just randomly have met me call me Blueberry I’m so confused--”

“I’m Muffin! And it’s?? Nice to meet you?? Uhhh, you wanna come inside, it’s kinda cold out here and yeah, like, breathing in dust is literally the worst sooo just follow me!”

Muffin will head down the aurora path towards a fairly normal looking house nestled on top of large enough asteroid. He’s assuming the new monster will just follow him, as not to be otherwise lost in a very red, very empty space.

There seems to be the beginnings of another building being made on another asteroid but it’s a bit further.