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"I am just a silly little lady who worries too much!" ❤ Affiliated with Citta-Alveare ❤

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Hey, guys -- I should’ve made a post saying something earlier about it, but I’m sorry to say I sent in a drop for Toriel recently. It’s already been processed, so I guess this is just a formal send-off and apology to everybody I was threading with.

I really enjoyed being goat mom, but with the oncoming stress of school in just a few days and my mental state, I don’t think having four blogs is good for me. I am sorry though for not letting everybody know sooner -- the past month has been a ride. Either way, I hope whoever fills my shoes here has just as much fun as I did, and you with them.

Thank you guys for a good time while it lasted! I hope one day I’ll reapp and see you all again. Mom loves you.

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Perusing the snack room, Toriel could have sworn she smelled something familiar... and her nose wasn’t mistaken.

Could it be? 

Stepping over to the table of beautiful hors d’oeuvres, she spotted them, lightly browned shells, glistening, full of slimy goodness untouched by so many other partygoers... with a careful hand, she picked up a single escargot, and ate it out of the shell.

“... wonderful!” She smiled, picking up another and slurping it (quietly and politely, of course) right up. Placing a few more on her plate, she accidentally bumped hands with the person next to her.

“Oh, please excuse me.” She looked over with an apologetic smile, scolding herself mentally for forgetting her manners. “I am sorry... did you want to try the snails, too? They are quite delicious.”

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@bonelinebling

Stars glistened all across the ceiling, and Toriel found herself so captivated that many every so often, she would simply stand in the corner with a glass of punch admiring them. Her heart swelled just watching them glitter and dance, much like the partygoers below.

Frisk was dancing with their friends, still safe and in sight. Toriel smiled, giving a contented sigh as she watched them bounce happily in time with the music. All was as it should be...

... but that is not quite as it should be, she thought, perking up a bit at the sight of a familiar face in a dashing suit. It seemed out of place, and she couldn’t hide a tiny laugh -- Sans in a suit was a far cry from his usual, perhaps more comfortable attire.

But she was glad to see him, hoodie or not.

“Good evening, sir,” Toriel leaned down a bit and tapped his shoulder, teasing, “have you tried the drinks in the snack room? They certainly ‘pack a punch’.”

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Everybody’s favorite goat mom is here to dance, chaperone, and sample the escargot in the snack room.

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Upon opening the bag, you find a nice cardigan waiting for you, accompanied with a little card. It reads: “Merry Christmas, Toriel-darling! I saw this while I was going shopping for outfits and immediately thought you’d look stunning in it. Love, Mettaton. ♥” Oops. Someone ‘forgot’ to remove the price tag. It’s $29.99.

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“Oh, my goodness...”

Toriel took out the jacket with a soft gasp. It was stunning... she tried it on right away, smiling as she looked in the mirror.

As a matter of politeness, she took it upon herself to snip off the tag with a pair of safety scissors, and pretend she hadn’t seen it.

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A gift arrives, wrapped in blue and purple striped paper. On the top is written:

From: Frisk

To: Mom!

Do you tear open the gift?

[yes] [<3no!!!]

You let it rest a little longer.

Do you want to open the gift?

[<3 yes!!] [no]

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Coming into the kitchen, Toriel immediately noticed the parcel with her name on it. She blinked. Had Frisk really gotten up before them just to put this here? Such a sweet child... she smiled warmly, opening the presents and holding them close to her chest.

But there was no time to wait -- better get started on breakfast, for when they woke up.

Toriel poured some hot water into her mug, a teabag sitting right inside where it belonged. Her new snail friend kept watch on her dresser, and the necklace sat comfortably around her neck.

“Frisk!”

“The pie is almost ready! Will you come help me set the table?”

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dainokishi:

“My colleagues deem it as a low form of humor and would scold me for it, but to come up with good and witty wordplay seems to take skill.”

“My name is Amon Koutarou, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Are you new here, Toriel?”

“I agree,” she laughed, “puns certainly require wit and skill. Perhaps your colleagues have not heard puns they enjoy, yet?”

“And I have been in this city for only one month, so I am rather new. Have you and your colleagues been here much longer?” 

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leghero:

    [ ♥ ] “N… No, I’m fine! I’ve g-got it all under… control!”

    Deciding to try out a yoga pose in the middle of the street was not his brightest idea. His most creative idea? The idea best suited for a story to tell at parties? Winner in a landslide. Brightest? Not so much. 

    [ ♥ ] “I’ll just put my leg this way and– whoopsie.” It’s a sorry attempt at putting his foot behind his head. People in the vicinity are considering calling an ambulance. “I’m f-fine. Thank you for the offer though, Toriel-darling!”

“Please be careful!”

Oh, dear. That did not look right, not one bit--

“Let me help you, Mettaton!” She rushed over closer, trying to steady over 500 pounds of metal as best she could. “Can you get your leg down? Should I call an ambulance for you?”

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berserkerofgold:

“Huhh–?! What’s… oh.”

     He had awoken with a start (though it was hard to tell he was asleep to begin with, what with his eyes obscured) and sat up instantly. Spotting the flowers in the strange beast’s hand, Kintoki offered a loud laugh.

“Heh, oi, did you think my hair was a flower or something?”

“Well, these flowers and my hair are both pretty golden. It’s fine, lady!”

“Your hair is quite golden.”

“Are you lost? Or did you simply stop here to take a nap?” She looked out at the flower patch, smiling a bit herself. “It is a lovely place to sleep.”

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So, Toriel’s gift shopping and making is just about done!

I’m just @’ing the people she sent them to, in case the submission gets eaten. There’s no rush to respond to the submissions themselves of course, but if you didn’t receive it, lemme know and I’ll send it again!

So, if you are @passafrisk, @bonetrousled, @dainokishi, @leghero, or @prudentias and you didn’t get anything, let me know and I’ll fix that. ;3

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passafrisk:

She looked like she was going to cry. Frisk’s own breathe caught in their throat. They forced themself not to panic. They had meant many things, but he never meant to hurt Toriel’s feelings. She was still their mother, the most important person in their life. They didn’t know why they were willing to risk her affections over this. If they were how they were when they jumped into the underground, they wouldn’t have risked it for anything. Asking to leave the ruins was hard enough.

“Oh, Mom, I didn’t…”

They rushed forward and wrapped her up in a hug. They were stupid, stupid, stupid! They were really only big enough to hug her around the waist, but they needed her to know they wouldn’t leave. They would never leave…

“I… I know you want to protect me. I really appreciate it, but I need to make my own choices. Isn’t thin how I’ve always been. If I had stayed in the ruins with you, I would have never met so many wonderful people and the barrier would have never broken.”

They looked up at her, red eyes wide and sad.

“But, I can’t just stay away. People don’t get better if they’re alone. Some do, but not all. People, if you leave them alone, stew in their misery and get worse. If I thought that this wasn’t the case, I would listen to you, Mom, but not right now. …And I’m sorry.”

They rested the side of their face against her stomach. “I won’t leave. I should never have said that. I… I’m so sorry.”

Toriel sighed, gathering herself as best she could. How ridiculous of her to worry them so... she hugged them tight, stroking their hair. Still, though, the worry did not leave her expression.

After a moment of contemplation, she spoke again, softly and evenly.

“I understand, Frisk... you are very good. I knew this from the moment that we met. You want to help this man, and your kindness is admirable.

“However, if you wish to spend time with him, then I ask that someone else accompany you. If it cannot be me, then with any of your other friends, such as Sans, his brother Papyrus, that gentleman Amon, or...” She scrunched her nose a bit; luckily, Frisk couldn’t see while buried in her tummy. 

“... or with Asgore. But you must not spend time with him alone. That is my final compromise.”

She lifted their head gently, looking into their eyes with concern.

“Do you understand?”

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prudentias:

Despite how long she had been stranded within this realm, this place is still unfamiliar to her and more importantly, not a place she deems to be her ‘home’.

Of course, the monarch had forged bonds with those she could never forget during her time here, yet even so… The lingering yearn she holds within her heart for her own kingdom is still as strong as ever, Despite the brunette currently keeping her worries and concerns at bay by distracting herself with a novel of sorts, she could never forget her one true goal to attain since she has been imprisoned within this city…

     ❝ Ah, ❞

Upon hearing the door click open along with a voice, the princess’s attention diverts from her book and instead her azure optics glance upon the figure making itself through the apartment’s entrance. While the figure is strange in a way, Zelda notes the rather comforting aura the other woman emanates and briefly wonders what sort of being she might be. So offering a small nod to the other, the brunette stands up from her chair and offers the other a gentle bow before responding to her concerns.

     ❝ Your eyes and intuition do not fail you, for this is indeed apartment D-5, ❞ she begins, offering a brief, small smile to the stranger. ❝ And you need not apologize for anything of sort, since this will be your home now as well. In any case, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Toriel; I am Zelda. ❞

Toriel mirrors Zelda’s bow with a smile. It is not a custom familiar to her, but politeness knows no tradition, especially not in such warm company.

“It is good to meet you, Zelda.”

“I am happy to have such a warm welcome. This place is rather intimidating... it is a relief to find friendliness here.” She sighed, stepping fully inside and closing the door behind her. “Perhaps in time, this place will feel like a second home.” 

That was the most they could hope for, at least. Exhausted as she was from the walk here, Toriel knew that moping would not help anything. She took a deep breath and looked at the kitchen. It could certainly use some additional supplies and redecorating, but right now, it would do.

“If I may ask,” Toriel looked to Zelda once more, “do we have any tea? I do not mind making some for us both, if you would like to talk more. But if you are busy, I understand.”

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that’s if sans doesn’t spoil it for them first-

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passafrisk:

They bit back words, words that Toriel could not hear. They wanted to say that dying never stopped them before. They wanted to tell her about all the times that they were burned alive or stabbed to death, but they wouldn’t. She couldn’t understand. Asgore understood, but Toriel was different.

“I’m not going to stop. Who even cares if I die? Only I will hurt, I probably won’t even tell you. Then I’ll get back up and go on with my life before that’s-” What’s what they did. “That’s how it goes. I won’t stop trying to tell the people I’m trying to help.”

They didn’t realize it, but their tone was becoming rather angry. “And if you don’t like that, I always have my own apartment I can live in! You can’t stop me!”

They put a hand over their mouth as soon as they said it. Oh, they hadn’t mean that. “I-I mean, I don’t want to go, but mom, I can’t stop being who I am. What happens happens…”

Toriel gasped. The room went quiet as she searched for words. Anger faded from her expression.

“Frisk...”

“You are very, very good. You are kind... you are loving. You do not want to hurt anyone, and you believe in everyone. That is truly wonderful.” She steadied herself. “But, while everyone deserves mercy, you deserve mercy, too. You must treat yourself well. You must learn when to protect your gentle heart from those who would harm you, no matter how much you wish they would change. Sometimes, you cannot sway them. Sometimes, they will not listen. And sometimes, it will leave you in ruin...”

“If you choose to go, I cannot stop you,” her voice wavered, “but I want only to protect you, my child. Only this. That is all I have ever wanted.” 

It felt so familiar -- this, again, standing in front of a different door in a different place. The walls angled inward, constricting, her breath hitched, the clocks and the world around them stilled.

She couldn’t lose another one. Not like this.

“If you cannot help that man, it does not mean you are abandoning him. It means that you are simply not the person meant to do it. Please, do not follow him. Please, do not listen to him, and do not let him change your heart.

“You may go to him once has learned his lesson. But until that day, long in the future, this is my final say.” She looked down at Frisk sternly, no longer any trace of tears in her eyes. “And you must listen to me.”

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passafrisk:

“Mom, really, he’s not a bad guy.”

“Besides, if I die, it’s not like it matters. and he won’t hurt me. Please… I promise, I won’t get hurt.”

Her face tightened into worry, then, much as she would soon regret it, into anguish that colored her raised voice.

“Frisk, how could you say such a thing?!”

“It most certainly does matter if you die! You will still suffer and feel pain, and that man will feel nothing for you afterward. You did not hear the horrible things he said... you do not know how little remorse he felt for those he hurt. I cannot let him do the same to you. It is not safe to be near him.”

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@passafrisk

TO: Frisk FROM: Toriel

> [TXT] Hello, Frisk. It seems I have been given a new phone!

> [TXT] It is very similar to the one Doctor Alphys gave me previously.

> [TXT] If you need anything, do not hesitate to call or “text” me!

> [TXT] For now, there are snacks in the cupboards and refrigerator.

> [TXT] Also, if you enjoyed the first one I sent you, I think you may enjoy this as well:

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@passafrisk

“Frisk. I know you are upset with me.”

“But I cannot allow you to be near that man. For the time being, that is my final warning.”