The Dummies are not for Fighting

Indie Toriel RP blog. Selective. Open to AU's.

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Da bum Tzz!

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Toriel: I have this headache that I only get in certain places

*Drives by Asgores shop*: IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN

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Incalescent

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  The touch is light, but with its gentle command, Grillby shifts. Her tone held purpose, purpose that he wouldn't———couldn’t deny her. Plates of polished steel slid over one another with ease. Light dances across the surface, titian tendrils reflected perfectly amidst the silver curves. He takes a slow stand, the soft heat emanating from his person remaining level despite a faint spark of…..

                                                    Well. Somethin’.

        Somethin’ that nagged at his conscious and worried his thoughts endlessly.

Wide eyes are open to the Queen and remained intently fixed on her expression. A somber day it was, if Her Majesty couldn’t grant him a small smile in greeting. Couldn’t say he’d been able to muster the slight kindness himself; these were hard times. Didn’t seem like it was about to get much easier either.

       * How may I serve you?

       The question is uttered simply, quietly. His services, both as an adviser then a knight, were ones employed wholeheartedly to the crown. Be it King Asgore or she, the genuine conviction in his tone was unfaltering. And, despite his proud stance, he didn’t withdraw from her delicate hold.  Didn’t need to.

Bringing her hand away from the other slowly, almost reluctantly, she steeled herself with a deep breath, her gaze flicking around their surroundings almost conspiratorially as if she was expecting spies and eavesdroppers to be lurking in every shadow. 

*This war that Asgore has raged against the humans... 

*I cannot help but feel that it is the wrong choice. 

The words felt awkward, a mere shell of all the things she truly wanted to discuss on the matter but her voice betrayed her. Internally cursing herself as she failed to add more, to explain herself further for these thoughts that were so opposite to what she should be thinking as the future wife of the king, she turned to the side so as to avoid meeting Grillbys gaze again. 

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🍂  Autumn Air ┆┆ @butterscotchmonarch​ ┆┆ accepting! 

      ——————☠ Our muses watch horror movies!

        There is an apprehensive air about the Fire Elemental. Never was too fond of the spooky sort'a things; his daughter, when younger, had taken to dress up every year, but it’d never been anythin’ of the scary type. That’d always been a frilly affair. Fuku favored things with lots of ribbons, frills, and other fancy bits. ‘specially when she was no more than knee high. Yet, as he remained perched stiffly on the sofa, the worry that nettled him grew. Don’t think he’d ever get used to Miss Toriel’s doting. Though he was grateful for her hospitality, her insistence on him remaining seated as she bustled about setting up the film of 'Scream’ was irking. Former or no, ma'am was still of royal blood, and centuries of military service weren’t so easily forgotten.

              Once more, he asked, tone warm against the crisp air. 

                   ❝ May I assist……? ❞ 

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Toriel was very much one to get in the holiday spirit, and with halloween looming she had decided that it would be a fun thing to do to invite someone she liked over for a movie night. Grillby had unconsciously been her first choice, and the movie she had chosen, she had on good authority that it was truly of the halloween theme.  She had personally never heard of it before, but she was sure that a movie couldn’t be that bad. 

Once Grillby had arrived, she had insisted that he seat himself, and despite his reluctance she was not going to cave, cheerfully readying the little coffee table with drinks and snacks and setting the movie up on the TV.  His question made her turn to look at him, an amused look covering her features and her tone was firm but kind when she spoke. 

*Grillby you spend your whole existence serving others. 

*Please allow me to return the favour for once.

*Besides, I am nearly finished. Then we can actually watch the movie. 

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What should my Muse be for Halloween?

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I've many regrets, but this, Your Grace, is not one of 'em. For centuries, you led us strong. Your cleverness, your beauty, and all that /kindles/ hope in me, has stirred another feeling that I must confess or else my service for all those centuries'd be tainted with dishonesty. I love you, Miss Toriel Dreemur. Truly, ma'am, being able to see your smile every now and then.....Just warms my heart. Live, love, laugh, and know that it will always be my greatest honor to serve you.

Send my muse love letters on anon. Bonus points if you drop a hint on who sent it.

As Toriel read the letter, her face flushed a deep pink and she held the paper tentatively as if it might just  cease to exist if she wasn’t careful with it. She had in no way been expecting something like this, she’d had no preparation. 

Tucking the note away after a moment too long staring at it, she glanced around almost conspiratorially, as if someone might catch her with such a note.Perhaps she would speak to Grillby about this sometime. 

Not yet though. 

okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )

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Send me reviews about how I portray my muse.

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The accuracy

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MERRY CHRISTMAS HO HO HO JINGLE BELLS TIME TO SLEIGHBELL ROCK THIS SHIT UP HAVE A HOLLY JOLLY TIME

*Get out of my Ask until DECEMBER. 

*It is NOT Christmas yet. 

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🎨 ((pretty it up buttercup))

Send me a ‘🎨’ for an aesthetic or mood collage for our muses.

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🌿

Send me a 🌿 for my muse to tell me what colour they associate with your muse

*Orange, of course. 

*So warm and friendly. 

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🎨 please and thank you.

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ACT: BE A BIG KID?

A part of them thought about informing her that they didn’t need anyone to take their hand. They weren’t a toddler that wandered off ignorantly from their guardians nor were they frightened of being out in public. They’re ten years old after all and they don’t need someone to look after them since they’ve done fine on their own but her hand was so welcoming and warm they couldn’t help but feel their fingers curl back instinctively and every argument against it silenced their fingertips. They nodded and kept close to the monster. 

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Squeezing the small humans hand lightly, she glanced down at them with a smile as they walked.  She was perfectly aware that they didn’t need to be babied, but Toriel was fiercely protective of Frisk, and for good reason too. Paranoia and fondness mixed to create an inexplicable urge to keep the child close and safe at all times, which was only encouraged by her inexperience of shops on the surface. 

They were currently on their way to buy the supplies which Frisk would need for their start at school. This was an exciting thing, as it was the same school she was going to be teaching at, and they had been planning this trip for a couple of days. As they approached the shop she mentally scolded herself for being so paranoid, assuring herself it wasn’t necessary. 

*So my child, do you still have the list I wrote out for us? 

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🌿

Send me a 🌿 for my muse to tell you what colour they associate with your muse

*Yellow. 

*It’s so bright and cheerful, just like you my child. 

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Or, if you want it to be mun to mun, just say so!