Everyones favorite momster

I know what you said about my snail pie, Helen. Your casserole is salty enough as it is, you know.

[soulless-pacifist]

Mun that post u just posted makes me curious, what is your God teir?

((If you’re a mun, reblog with your god tier!  I want to see how many of you are trash))

[skelefool-deactivated20190627]

(( *Drop kicks this post* I AM A SEER OF RAGE!!!))

[determinedpunk]

((seer of time))

[askthefallenfrisk]

((I’m a mage of space!))

[ask-thesoullessprince-deactivat]

((ignore me))

[just-face-planted-blog]

(( Last post about homestuck I sWEAR ))

[omegaaskblog]

(( I’m a Sylph of Space! Will probably draw this when I’ll be back home. Maybe. Possibly. ))

[askhumble-deactivated20171120]

ayyyy lmao

[jebusfox]

Sylph of Space! Cooooooool!

[aristocratic-android]

(Sylph of Heart)

[neo-got-the-water]

((Heir of Doom.))

[pta-toriel]

((-wheezes right on in to post for the first time in forever that I’m a Sylph of Heart))

[killerpuns]

Someone rp something heartbreaking with me

Need more feels.

[pta-gaster]

*Mun quietly raises hand* Gaster will do it

[luxury-cheese]

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[pta-toriel]

Closed Miraculous Ladybug Rp

((With my bae @evilize-them ))

Ever since coming to the surface there had been very few things that bothered Toriel. Sure, there was the occasional nightmare that would sometimes wake her up, drenched in sweat and fighting the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, or the occasional flashbacks which would throw her to a time beyond the ruins, just before Asgore declared a second war on humans, but aside from that? Toriel considered herself to have a nice life, living alone with her adoptive child Frisk and teaching at the local high school. She got to see the sun every day, and it was very rare that she would have to be thrown back into the duties of her old life as Queen. And yet…

Toriel woke up with a start, alone in her hotel’s bed with an alarm going off beside her. Wiping grogginess from her eyes, she looked out the window to the foreign city as she tried to get her bearings. Slowly, things were coming back: Toriel and Agore had been called on diplomatic business to meet with a French ambassador, Toriel opting to room alone and keep Frisk in school for this, leaving Toriel all on her own in France until their meeting. Oh, and of all days, it was Mother’s Day. The queen groaned, flopping back onto her bed. It was the one day a year she could never get herself to look forward to, and she would not even get the pleasure of seeing her only child on it. How she would make it through  a day with constant reminders of the very children which she lost, she was not sure. Perhaps… Toriel sighed, pulling herself off her bed. Perhaps she would distract herself with the cuisine she was always being told to try. The French apparently did like snails, after all. Toriel got dressed, bracing herself before making her way into the outside world.

[evilize-them]

Gabriel sighed and removed his rounded glasses, rubbing at his eyes as he leaned over the document-covered desk. A neat one, but document-covered all the same. The calendar hanging on one of his side walls had gleefully reminded him that today was Mother’s Day; a reminder that he desperately wished to forget.

Ever since she left, nothing had been the same. Agreste had become cold and distant, even to his only son. And thanks to this ONE DAY out of the ENTIRE YEAR, he was forced to remember. The man cracked open an eye to look down at a partially-blurry, half-completed schedule he had been working on for the past few hours. It should have taken minutes. He replaced and corrected his spectacles before staring back at the piece of paper.

Nope, no good. He still couldn’t focus. Gabriel let out an annoyed huff, then sat back in his cushioned office chair with his head laid back. There was a tiny flap of wings, and a small, familiar, pink creature entered his vision.

“Come on, boss! I know it’s hard to focus, but you can do it!” His butterfly kwami cheered. Agreste, however, groaned and closed his eyes.

“Gracii. Please. Not today.” He stated flatly. The man was simply not in the mood for optimism. Unfortunately for him, Gracii was not so easily silenced.

“Feeling down, huh? You need to take your mind off things! I know what’ll cheer you up!” Not a moment later she had slipped into his coat pocket, then flew out just as quickly with a similarly-colored butterfly shaped brooch. Gabriel lifted his head to glare at her. Perhaps if her optimism wasn’t so prominent, he’d be a bit less annoyed. But as he took a few moments to evaluate the positives and negatives of what she was implying, he decided to concede. He could use a break after all. With a small snobbish “Hmph”, he stood from the chair and and swiped the brooch, though Gracii didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her little smile widened slightly as he did.

“Quick scan of the city, then right back to work.” Gabriel stated. Gracii nodded happily.

[pta-toriel]

It took only a few hours for Toriel to realize that going out today was a mistake, a huge mistake, and that she should have just hid away inside her hotel room until time for her and Asgore’s meeting. If she had just done that then maybe, maybe she wouldn’t be pressed flush against an alley wall, trying desperately to calm her breathing and push aside the images and sounds racing through her mind.

“How could they have fallen so ill so quickly?” “M-Mom? Dad? I’m… sorry…” An echoing, desperate cry. Darkness.

Stepping onto the sunlit streets of Paris, the boss monster wouldn’t have imagined she would have much problem. She was a strong, independant boss monster, after all. She’d lived hundreds of years since that terrible day, and that was AFTER essentially running a kingdom for another thousand years. She’d gone through so much, she should have no problem handling a simple day such as Mother’s day, right? It started out simple enough. Toriel went out for breakfast, stopping at a local family owned bakery. She was almost run over by a teenaged girl with black pigtails rushing out for school, though all was quickly forgiven  between laughter and profuse apologizing. Tori entered the shop, ordered some pasturies for the sake of her sweet tooth, and struck up conversation with the owners.

“Ah, Marienette did not hurt you, did she? She can forget where she is, but never means any harm.” The female shop owner, and apparently the girl’s mother, spoke in heavily accented English. She smiled at the boss monster, welcoming her despite the queen’s intimidating height and how few monsters there were in France, at least at the moment. It was sweet.

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[evilize-them]

The transformation only took a few seconds. He always preferred to transform in his office’s secret elevator, as to avoid anything from being accidentally discovered in his office. True, he kept the office door locked until Nathalie called him, but extra precautions didn’t hurt. As the magic finished its change, Agreste let out a steady breath and rolled his shoulders under the signature purple suit.

The next moment was one that he had grown accustomed to over the years. Mixed emotions of loneliness, sadness, jealousy, and anger all hit him at once, yet didn’t influence him. They were the emotions of the people of Paris, of which he would akumatize one. Reminding himself of his promise to only made a quick scan, he ignored most of the signals as the elevator began to rise.

But there was one…

One single person’s emotions were much stronger and deeper than the rest. It was a strange, yet wonderful concoction of pain, loneliness, fear, and suffering that he just couldn’t ignore. In fact, it was tempting. The bit of Gracii within him told him that manipulating these emotions would help him with his own. And of course, he believed it. Hawk Moth smirked as Gracii described his chosen prey. So much for a quick scan.

Several seconds later, the elevator platform rose up into the middle of a completely dark room. A click and a whirr, and a gigantic circular shutter opened before him, letting in a large circular ray of light around the villain. Several hundred butterflies that had been previously lying dormant on the ground now lifted into the air at the sudden illumination. Hawk Moth lifted his masked head towards the circular window.

“Ah, a woman with lost children on the day of mothers. So many memories. So much suffering. Poor Ms. Toriel… Perhaps she needs a bit of….consolation.“ The man’s smirk grew wider as he held out his left hand, letting a beautiful, white butterfly to land on his gloved palm. His right hand covered the creature, and Hawk Moth infused the butterfly with transportation magic. As he lifted his hand, the butterfly could now be revealed as a creature of corruption, with it’s wings turned black and purple. The akuma flew upwards out of his palm, now traveling in a twisted and strange pattern of motion.

“Go now, my evil akuma, and comfort this grieving mother!” His voice echoed through the observatory.

[pta-toriel]

Back in the restaurant’s alleyway Toriel was still trying to calm herself, just as she had done many times in the past. She had to get a hold of herself. Here she was, an old queen about to do business with a foreign ambassador, and yet she was choking out panicked sobs alone in an alleyway. Desperately, she rummaged through her purse. There was one thing, one thing that  made her feel better in times like these, if not nostalgic. Her fingers finally came into contact with a palm sized, round metal object, which she hurriedly pulled out. There was a hitch in her labored breathing, and she attempted to smile as she looked at it. It was a compact, locket-esk picture frame, which when opened revealed a worn photo from a much better time. A time back underground, where she and her husband could lovingly hold their kids, both born and adoptive, without a care in the world. Toriel stared at this photo now, anchoring herself to it. She was so lost in the turmoil of her emotions, she didn’t even notice the odd pattern of the strange butterfly which came fluttering by. That is, until it landed on her locket.

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[evilize-them]

Hawk Moth tapped his cane restlessly. Waiting was the hard part. The target wasn’t always close, though his akuma typically reached them quickly. This gave the villain ample time to think of a clever name and powers for his awaiting victim. Well, usually.

His mind refused to stay focused, even in his more comfortable form. As he analyzed this ‘Toriel’ monster further, something about her always seemed to start a train of thought back to his own wife. In fact, from what he could see, they would have made great friends. Toriel could have been a guest in his own home. Things….would have been so much happier. And yet, here they were. Her breaking down in an alley, and him swooping to take control.

He absent-mindedly rubbed the inside of his right palm, the place where his alternate identity kept a picture of his beloved. Even if the picture wasn’t there, it helped to remind him of his overall mission. It was only a wave of warmth that broke his line of thought before it could travel down the long road of reminiscence. The akuma had landed. Perfect. He opened the communication link, encircling the air in front of his face with a pink butterfly outline. A sly smile graced his lips.

“Your majesty, please allow me to welcome you to France. My name is Hawk Moth, and yours is now Butterscorch.” He felt a touch of pride in the name, combining two of her talents into one, “I sympathize with your pain, unlike the others you’ve met. Because of this, I’ve given you new powers that will allow you to share your grief with the world! However, there are two, Ladybug and Cat Noir, that will attempt to foil your mission. I simply ask that you bring me their Miraculous: the Lady’s earrings, and the Cat’s ring. What do you say, shall we make this a Mother’s Day to remember?”

[pta-toriel]

Toriel’s mind was hazy as a smooth voice broke through the ringing. A pleased smile pulled at her face as she listened to this “Hawkmoth” speak to her, telling her of sweet, tempting nothings. With her mind muddled as it was, she didn’t hesitate to believe every word he said. This man, he understood her. He understood the pain she felt. Now.... Now she could make others understand that pain, and she’d never hae to be alone in it again. The queen could already feel the power buzzing at her fingertips, and without thinking, she decided it was an offer too good to pass up.

“As you wish, Hawkmoth.” She purred her agreement, voice still rough from crying.

Toriel did nothing to stop the bubbling, transformative magic that enveloped her. She just gave up, gave in, as the magic charged through her very being, her very soul, leaving it’s mark behind and cutting her vision to black. When she could see again, the first thing she noticed was that her houtfit changed.  From a modest, sapphire blue dress to a pitch black body suit with a loose black skirt cutting through the middle. An interesting fashion choice. The second thing she noticed was the overwhelming sense of power and control she felt surging through her body. Even in her younger, stronger days as a boss monster she had never, ever imagined this sort of feeling. Before she could stop herself, she felt a giggle rise from her chest. Then a snort. Then a laugh.  Before she knew it, she was laughing near hysterically in the alley, drunk on the power. She cared not what happened next, only snickering as she coiled her muscles and leapt from the alley to the roof of the next building. The only thing of any importance to her was making her appearence in town and getting the answer to one question.

“Do you prefer cinnamon, or Butterscorch?”

[pta-toriel]

Closed Miraculous Ladybug Rp

((With my bae @evilize-them ))

Ever since coming to the surface there had been very few things that bothered Toriel. Sure, there was the occasional nightmare that would sometimes wake her up, drenched in sweat and fighting the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, or the occasional flashbacks which would throw her to a time beyond the ruins, just before Asgore declared a second war on humans, but aside from that? Toriel considered herself to have a nice life, living alone with her adoptive child Frisk and teaching at the local high school. She got to see the sun every day, and it was very rare that she would have to be thrown back into the duties of her old life as Queen. And yet…

Toriel woke up with a start, alone in her hotel’s bed with an alarm going off beside her. Wiping grogginess from her eyes, she looked out the window to the foreign city as she tried to get her bearings. Slowly, things were coming back: Toriel and Agore had been called on diplomatic business to meet with a French ambassador, Toriel opting to room alone and keep Frisk in school for this, leaving Toriel all on her own in France until their meeting. Oh, and of all days, it was Mother’s Day. The queen groaned, flopping back onto her bed. It was the one day a year she could never get herself to look forward to, and she would not even get the pleasure of seeing her only child on it. How she would make it through  a day with constant reminders of the very children which she lost, she was not sure. Perhaps… Toriel sighed, pulling herself off her bed. Perhaps she would distract herself with the cuisine she was always being told to try. The French apparently did like snails, after all. Toriel got dressed, bracing herself before making her way into the outside world.

[evilize-them]

Gabriel sighed and removed his rounded glasses, rubbing at his eyes as he leaned over the document-covered desk. A neat one, but document-covered all the same. The calendar hanging on one of his side walls had gleefully reminded him that today was Mother’s Day; a reminder that he desperately wished to forget.

Ever since she left, nothing had been the same. Agreste had become cold and distant, even to his only son. And thanks to this ONE DAY out of the ENTIRE YEAR, he was forced to remember. The man cracked open an eye to look down at a partially-blurry, half-completed schedule he had been working on for the past few hours. It should have taken minutes. He replaced and corrected his spectacles before staring back at the piece of paper.

Nope, no good. He still couldn’t focus. Gabriel let out an annoyed huff, then sat back in his cushioned office chair with his head laid back. There was a tiny flap of wings, and a small, familiar, pink creature entered his vision.

“Come on, boss! I know it’s hard to focus, but you can do it!” His butterfly kwami cheered. Agreste, however, groaned and closed his eyes.

“Gracii. Please. Not today.” He stated flatly. The man was simply not in the mood for optimism. Unfortunately for him, Gracii was not so easily silenced.

“Feeling down, huh? You need to take your mind off things! I know what’ll cheer you up!” Not a moment later she had slipped into his coat pocket, then flew out just as quickly with a similarly-colored butterfly shaped brooch. Gabriel lifted his head to glare at her. Perhaps if her optimism wasn’t so prominent, he’d be a bit less annoyed. But as he took a few moments to evaluate the positives and negatives of what she was implying, he decided to concede. He could use a break after all. With a small snobbish “Hmph”, he stood from the chair and and swiped the brooch, though Gracii didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her little smile widened slightly as he did.

“Quick scan of the city, then right back to work.” Gabriel stated. Gracii nodded happily.

[pta-toriel]

It took only a few hours for Toriel to realize that going out today was a mistake, a huge mistake, and that she should have just hid away inside her hotel room until time for her and Asgore’s meeting. If she had just done that then maybe, maybe she wouldn’t be pressed flush against an alley wall, trying desperately to calm her breathing and push aside the images and sounds racing through her mind.

“How could they have fallen so ill so quickly?” “M-Mom? Dad? I’m… sorry…” An echoing, desperate cry. Darkness.

Stepping onto the sunlit streets of Paris, the boss monster wouldn’t have imagined she would have much problem. She was a strong, independant boss monster, after all. She’d lived hundreds of years since that terrible day, and that was AFTER essentially running a kingdom for another thousand years. She’d gone through so much, she should have no problem handling a simple day such as Mother’s day, right? It started out simple enough. Toriel went out for breakfast, stopping at a local family owned bakery. She was almost run over by a teenaged girl with black pigtails rushing out for school, though all was quickly forgiven  between laughter and profuse apologizing. Tori entered the shop, ordered some pasturies for the sake of her sweet tooth, and struck up conversation with the owners.

“Ah, Marienette did not hurt you, did she? She can forget where she is, but never means any harm.” The female shop owner, and apparently the girl’s mother, spoke in heavily accented English. She smiled at the boss monster, welcoming her despite the queen’s intimidating height and how few monsters there were in France, at least at the moment. It was sweet.

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[evilize-them]

The transformation only took a few seconds. He always preferred to transform in his office’s secret elevator, as to avoid anything from being accidentally discovered in his office. True, he kept the office door locked until Nathalie called him, but extra precautions didn’t hurt. As the magic finished its change, Agreste let out a steady breath and rolled his shoulders under the signature purple suit.

The next moment was one that he had grown accustomed to over the years. Mixed emotions of loneliness, sadness, jealousy, and anger all hit him at once, yet didn’t influence him. They were the emotions of the people of Paris, of which he would akumatize one. Reminding himself of his promise to only made a quick scan, he ignored most of the signals as the elevator began to rise.

But there was one…

One single person’s emotions were much stronger and deeper than the rest. It was a strange, yet wonderful concoction of pain, loneliness, fear, and suffering that he just couldn’t ignore. In fact, it was tempting. The bit of Gracii within him told him that manipulating these emotions would help him with his own. And of course, he believed it. Hawk Moth smirked as Gracii described his chosen prey. So much for a quick scan.

Several seconds later, the elevator platform rose up into the middle of a completely dark room. A click and a whirr, and a gigantic circular shutter opened before him, letting in a large circular ray of light around the villain. Several hundred butterflies that had been previously lying dormant on the ground now lifted into the air at the sudden illumination. Hawk Moth lifted his masked head towards the circular window.

“Ah, a woman with lost children on the day of mothers. So many memories. So much suffering. Poor Ms. Toriel… Perhaps she needs a bit of….consolation.“ The man’s smirk grew wider as he held out his left hand, letting a beautiful, white butterfly to land on his gloved palm. His right hand covered the creature, and Hawk Moth infused the butterfly with transportation magic. As he lifted his hand, the butterfly could now be revealed as a creature of corruption, with it’s wings turned black and purple. The akuma flew upwards out of his palm, now traveling in a twisted and strange pattern of motion.

“Go now, my evil akuma, and comfort this grieving mother!” His voice echoed through the observatory.

[pta-toriel]

Back in the restaurant’s alleyway Toriel was still trying to calm herself, just as she had done many times in the past. She had to get a hold of herself. Here she was, an old queen about to do business with a foreign ambassador, and yet she was choking out panicked sobs alone in an alleyway. Desperately, she rummaged through her purse. There was one thing, one thing that  made her feel better in times like these, if not nostalgic. Her fingers finally came into contact with a palm sized, round metal object, which she hurriedly pulled out. There was a hitch in her labored breathing, and she attempted to smile as she looked at it. It was a compact, locket-esk picture frame, which when opened revealed a worn photo from a much better time. A time back underground, where she and her husband could lovingly hold their kids, both born and adoptive, without a care in the world. Toriel stared at this photo now, anchoring herself to it. She was so lost in the turmoil of her emotions, she didn’t even notice the odd pattern of the strange butterfly which came fluttering by. That is, until it landed on her locket.

After that, time seemed to stop. Toriel locked up as a tingling sensation ran up through her arm to the rest of her body. She soon relaxed, however, as the tingling made way for a sudden calm to cut through and numb the overwhelming pain she had felt. No longer did she shake in that alley, choking out sobs and choked pants between clenched teeth. All traces of the horrors of seeing the light fall from Chara’s eyes, or the sensation of Asriel’s body falling to dust in her own arms was gone. No, all that was left was sweet, tempting nothingness. Nothingness, and a dull ringing in her ears that only grew louder as a hazy red mask grew around her eyes.

Angel above, she’d do anything to make this sensation last.

[pta-toriel]

Closed Miraculous Ladybug Rp

((With my bae @evilize-them ))

Ever since coming to the surface there had been very few things that bothered Toriel. Sure, there was the occasional nightmare that would sometimes wake her up, drenched in sweat and fighting the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, or the occasional flashbacks which would throw her to a time beyond the ruins, just before Asgore declared a second war on humans, but aside from that? Toriel considered herself to have a nice life, living alone with her adoptive child Frisk and teaching at the local high school. She got to see the sun every day, and it was very rare that she would have to be thrown back into the duties of her old life as Queen. And yet…

Toriel woke up with a start, alone in her hotel’s bed with an alarm going off beside her. Wiping grogginess from her eyes, she looked out the window to the foreign city as she tried to get her bearings. Slowly, things were coming back: Toriel and Agore had been called on diplomatic business to meet with a French ambassador, Toriel opting to room alone and keep Frisk in school for this, leaving Toriel all on her own in France until their meeting. Oh, and of all days, it was Mother’s Day. The queen groaned, flopping back onto her bed. It was the one day a year she could never get herself to look forward to, and she would not even get the pleasure of seeing her only child on it. How she would make it through  a day with constant reminders of the very children which she lost, she was not sure. Perhaps… Toriel sighed, pulling herself off her bed. Perhaps she would distract herself with the cuisine she was always being told to try. The French apparently did like snails, after all. Toriel got dressed, bracing herself before making her way into the outside world.

[evilize-them]

Gabriel sighed and removed his rounded glasses, rubbing at his eyes as he leaned over the document-covered desk. A neat one, but document-covered all the same. The calendar hanging on one of his side walls had gleefully reminded him that today was Mother’s Day; a reminder that he desperately wished to forget.

Ever since she left, nothing had been the same. Agreste had become cold and distant, even to his only son. And thanks to this ONE DAY out of the ENTIRE YEAR, he was forced to remember. The man cracked open an eye to look down at a partially-blurry, half-completed schedule he had been working on for the past few hours. It should have taken minutes. He replaced and corrected his spectacles before staring back at the piece of paper.

Nope, no good. He still couldn’t focus. Gabriel let out an annoyed huff, then sat back in his cushioned office chair with his head laid back. There was a tiny flap of wings, and a small, familiar, pink creature entered his vision.

“Come on, boss! I know it’s hard to focus, but you can do it!” His butterfly kwami cheered. Agreste, however, groaned and closed his eyes.

“Gracii. Please. Not today.” He stated flatly. The man was simply not in the mood for optimism. Unfortunately for him, Gracii was not so easily silenced.

“Feeling down, huh? You need to take your mind off things! I know what’ll cheer you up!” Not a moment later she had slipped into his coat pocket, then flew out just as quickly with a similarly-colored butterfly shaped brooch. Gabriel lifted his head to glare at her. Perhaps if her optimism wasn’t so prominent, he’d be a bit less annoyed. But as he took a few moments to evaluate the positives and negatives of what she was implying, he decided to concede. He could use a break after all. With a small snobbish “Hmph”, he stood from the chair and and swiped the brooch, though Gracii didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her little smile widened slightly as he did.

“Quick scan of the city, then right back to work.” Gabriel stated. Gracii nodded happily.

[pta-toriel]

It took only a few hours for Toriel to realize that going out today was a mistake, a huge mistake, and that she should have just hid away inside her hotel room until time for her and Asgore’s meeting. If she had just done that then maybe, maybe she wouldn’t be pressed flush against an alley wall, trying desperately to calm her breathing and push aside the images and sounds racing through her mind.

“How could they have fallen so ill so quickly?” “M-Mom? Dad? I’m... sorry...” An echoing, desperate cry. Darkness.

Stepping onto the sunlit streets of Paris, the boss monster wouldn’t have imagined she would have much problem. She was a strong, independant boss monster, after all. She’d lived hundreds of years since that terrible day, and that was AFTER essentially running a kingdom for another thousand years. She’d gone through so much, she should have no problem handling a simple day such as Mother’s day, right? It started out simple enough. Toriel went out for breakfast, stopping at a local family owned bakery. She was almost run over by a teenaged girl with black pigtails rushing out for school, though all was quickly forgiven  between laughter and profuse apologizing. Tori entered the shop, ordered some pasturies for the sake of her sweet tooth, and struck up conversation with the owners.

“Ah, Marienette did not hurt you, did she? She can forget where she is, but never means any harm.” The female shop owner, and apparently the girl’s mother, spoke in heavily accented English. She smiled at the boss monster, welcoming her despite the queen’s intimidating height and how few monsters there were in France, at least at the moment. It was sweet.

“No no, it's fine, dear. It takes far more than a school girl to knock me over. Believe me, I know how it is with kids.” Toriel giggled, waving her hand as if to dismiss the issue. 

“Oh, you have kids?” The shop owner asked innocently. She’d meant no harm, Toriel knew that. Yet she couldn’t help the feeling of dread that shot through her, or the way her smile twitched as she attempted not to let it show.

“Yes, I have a child back home.” That was the simple answer. There was no need to get into  the other details. Toriel changed the subject quickly from there, and was then quick to excuse herself after getting her food. Surely, she must have seemed awkward or even rude, but she just couldn’t stand the thought about talking about her own life, her own children, again. Not with a stranger, and not today.

The rest of the day proceeded in much the same fashion. It was all innocent, of course. Children laughed with their mothers, she was handed flowers and wished a happy mother’s day, the few monsters she saw would shoot her a pittying glance and either scurry away or ask how she was doing. No one meant any harm, and yet.... Toriel wanted to scream,  to beg them to stop and go away, or to just run back to her room and lock herself away from the constant reminders that not all her beloved children could be here today. It was no one’s fault but her own, and yet the bubble of anxiety grew bigger within her each time she remembered how Asriel wouold probably be the first to give her floweres on this day, were he still her with her, or how Chara would likely stick with her, albeit quietly  while pretending not to be happy about it, through the day. She masked this with a smile, politely offering smiles and even an occasional pun to the strangers she met  in an attempt to keep some sort of composure over herself. She managed alright for a while, making it till an hour before her meeting, until her bubble popped. It took one thing, one silly thing, to set her over the edge. Someone vomited. Toriel was eating at a restaraunt, when a child who had eaten way too much rasberry pie lost his lunch in the middle of the dining floor. Before Toriel could look away, the red pie filling changed to blood, the kid to Chara, and the setting to the castle hall. The queen’s heart skipped a beat, then raced, just as Toriel sprinted out of the building and into the alley behind it. This was a mistake.

[pta-toriel]

Closed Miraculous Ladybug Rp

((With my bae @evilize-them ))

Ever since coming to the surface there had been very few things that bothered Toriel. Sure, there was the occasional nightmare that would sometimes wake her up, drenched in sweat and fighting the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, or the occasional flashbacks which would throw her to a time beyond the ruins, just before Asgore declared a second war on humans, but aside from that? Toriel considered herself to have a nice life, living alone with her adoptive child Frisk and teaching at the local high school. She got to see the sun every day, and it was very rare that she would have to be thrown back into the duties of her old life as Queen. And yet...

Toriel woke up with a start, alone in her hotel’s bed with an alarm going off beside her. Wiping grogginess from her eyes, she looked out the window to the foreign city as she tried to get her bearings. Slowly, things were coming back: Toriel and Agore had been called on diplomatic business to meet with a French ambassador, Toriel opting to room alone and keep Frisk in school for this, leaving Toriel all on her own in France until their meeting. Oh, and of all days, it was Mother’s Day. The queen groaned, flopping back onto her bed. It was the one day a year she could never get herself to look forward to, and she would not even get the pleasure of seeing her only child on it. How she would make it through  a day with constant reminders of the very children which she lost, she was not sure. Perhaps... Toriel sighed, pulling herself off her bed. Perhaps she would distract herself with the cuisine she was always being told to try. The French apparently did like snails, after all. Toriel got dressed, bracing herself before making her way into the outside world.

[pta-toriel]

((Okay so I know I go into a lot of mini hiatuses, sometimes not getting back to rps for hours or even days, but yesterday’s one was important.)) ((It was my birthday! And by extension, Toriel’s! Happy birthday to both the merm and the goat mom!)) ((So yeah sorry I was gone yesterday, specifically. I was out celebrating.))

[ask-gasterr]

» a daydream my muse has about yours (two things at once hehehe. also i'm reading this as a daydream Gaster has of Toriel. pta-toriel)

(Oooo. Going wild)Gaster sits at his lab table his fingers tapping when his mind wanders off into a daydream. Gaster looks around in the old castle having tea wth Toriel. “It’s so nice outside!” Gaster knows this is just a dream but pretends it’s real.

@pta-toriel

[pta-toriel]

“It really is. It’s the perfect weather, and the flowers are just starting to bloom in the garden. Ahhh, I really do love spring.” The queen smiled at her scientist, a light blush painting her cheeks pink as she sipped her tea. TShe had no idea she was a simple figment of her friend’s imagination, subject fully to his desires of the situation. Her entire world consisted on what he made up, and as she didn’t have a choice, she was not bothered by it. All Toriel knew is that here, back in her old castle, she was happy to be here with Gaster.

[pta-toriel]

(Ask-ptagasterr) ✃

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

Toriel sat still as a statue in the reception area, seemingly staring into space through anyone that walked by. No one could tell from her stoic composure that she was about to tear through the fabric of the skirt she so tightly gripped, and it took all her will not to. She jumped a bit when her name was called, snapping back to this reality and turning to an official looking flame elemental.“Right this way, Ms. Dreemurr.” The fire lady said, beconing to the boss monster. The former queen didn’t even protest at the use of her last name, only rising from her seat to follow the magenta hued monster down the hall to whatever room her dear, dear friend was in.

@ask-ptagasterr

[ask-gasterr]

Gaster was sitting on his bed looking at the wall in boredom ,in his cell or as the workers called it his “Comfy room” they always seemed to forget that he was a intellectual who knew things and not some completely crazy. Gaster lightened up at the sight of Toriel threw the small window. “Toriel. Pleasure to see you again.”

[pta-toriel]

Toriel looked in through the small window, barely hearing his muffled speaking through the door. She turned to the flame woman, saying something unintelligable to Gaster, before she was let into the room. The door was shut behind her, not that Toriel realy paid attention to it, and the flame woman left, only to be replaced by another official looking monster. “Did you not think I would visit?” She smiled, though her concern for the goop monster was prominent in her eyes. “How are you doing, dear?” Toriel doesn’t ask, but she can’t fathom why he’s here. Gaster, though eccentric at times, never struck her as crazy. What did he do to get himself forced in here?

[pta-toriel]

(Ask-ptagasterr) ✃

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

Toriel sat still as a statue in the reception area, seemingly staring into space through anyone that walked by. No one could tell from her stoic composure that she was about to tear through the fabric of the skirt she so tightly gripped, and it took all her will not to. She jumped a bit when her name was called, snapping back to this reality and turning to an official looking flame elemental.“Right this way, Ms. Dreemurr.” The fire lady said, beconing to the boss monster. The former queen didn’t even protest at the use of her last name, only rising from her seat to follow the magenta hued monster down the hall to whatever room her dear, dear friend was in.

@ask-ptagasterr

[pta-toriel]

(ask-pta-tammy) "Whats it like being a goat? Do you eat grass? I could whip up a wonderful grass casserole for our next PTA meeting, God willing of course." :)))

“That’s hardly necessary, dear. I, much like the rest of my family, I am an omnivore. I can eat meat and fruit and essentially anything else most humans can eat. Perhaps I like snails more than most humans, but that’s common of most monsters.” Toriel chuckled, dismissively waving her hand.“As for the goat thing, while I understand my species of monster does look a lot like goats, aside from some unitentional bleating I have no idea what being a goat would be like.”

[ask-pta-tammy]

“Ah so you like French food? I see, unfortunately I don’t know how to cook that. I’m very sorry dear.” 😂😂😂

[pta-toriel]

“It’s fine, dear. I’ve heard that the French, among other nationalities, have recipes for snails, and believe me that was a delight to find out about after coming to the surface. However, I haven’t gotten to taste any yet. I’ll have to change that one of these nights, though that shouldn’t be all that hard. You know, the internet humans developed up here is quite amazing! There’s so many recipies, and the wealth of information is just stunning.” 

[lxckwolf-archive]

Masterlist of Memes

Symbols

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

?  my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊  a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

Sentence Memes

“You belong to me”

“I found you”

“I’m in jail”

“You make me so hot”

“I have to leave”

“Please don’t leave”

“And what about our parents?”

“Who did this to you?”

“You shouldn’t have done that”

“What happened last night”

“We never tell anyone about this”

“So, you want to play games?”

“Does that require pants?”

“Lets just have a lazy day”

“Then go kill the bitch”

“I’m pregnant”

“You broke me”

“Don’t touch me”

“You can’t fix this”

“There’s nowhere we can hide”

“I’m not listening”

“Who do you think you are?”

“I don’t need you here.”

“Did I fall asleep?”

“A little evil goes a long, long way.”

“I will not die.”

“I don’t care.”

“I have no regrets.”

“I feel numb.”

“All monsters are human.”

“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.”

“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.“”

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“Are you crazy?”

"Do you trust me?”

“How did you escape?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Take. This. Off. ”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

xtylerlockwood

[pta-toriel]

Independent roleplaying blog for the villian Hawk Moth (Papillon) from Miraculous Ladybug. Feel free...

((Ay yo it’s my girlfriend’s rp blog.)) ((Everyone should go give her some love))

[pta-toriel]

Send my muse one of the following questions to see how they react:

“Would you rather be a Pokémon Master or a wizard?”

“Can I shave your head?”

“Why are your eyes so bloodshot?”

“Can I lick your face?”

“Is that today?”

“Can I copy your homework?”

“Are you a fucking moron?”

“Is it… is it dead now?”

“Will you just shut up and kill the damn spider for me?”

“Are you wearing lipstick?”

“Can you just not be your stupid self right now?”

“Would you rather walk through the middle of town naked or have to eat a live cockroach?”

“Do you believe in magic?”

“Can we have sex tonight?”

“Will you read me a story?”

“Why did the chicken cross the road?”

“Do you have anything to eat?”

“Will you give me a kiss?”

“What did you break?”

“Wanna have a sleep-over this weekend?”

“Will you pray with me?”

“You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?”

“Truth or dare?”

[cittamemes]

Send me a word plus 'Headcanon' and I'll give a headcanon based on that word.

[pta-toriel]

If someone wanted to RP with you, and their OC looked a certain way, would they need to show you the design?

((Well, if I wanted to draw something of them it would be helpful?))((But I’ll never promise art for any specific ask, given that this is just something I do for fun.))((I do take commissions though, in that case.))((Anyways yeah references are nice to have, just in general for rp purposes as well as the chance I might draw if I get inspired, but are not required.))