#maternas

[hypergoner]

max ?!?!!?!?

[chosequiet]

* ANSWERED: @maternas​​

* i just think that

* i just think that them :)

[ncvabcrn]

   @maternas​ !

   * you immediately feel out of place.

   the first thing they notice are the flowers, and how their first instinct was to look up. it seems that this was the only bit of true sunlight in this area- imagine falling from that height... thank goodness that they came in through a dimensional door, right?

   ally isn’t sure where they are, but something about it feels.. oddly familiar? maybe it’s just the fact they’re used to being around old, abandoned areas, but the flowers.. maybe it’s best that they don’t think about it too much.

   * you aren’t alone.    * you equipped the SPIRIT STAFF.

   for some reason, they had a gut feeling that something or someone was around, it’d be foolish to not defend themselves if it’s a THREAT. and yet.. they’re foolish enough to speak.

   “am i ever gonna find a world to    relax in for more than five seconds?”

[ruinsqueen]

@maternas​ liked for a starter

“see, i feel as if you get me.”

[draftink]

@maternas​  liked  for  a  sketch    (accepting  selectively)

he  may  have  laid  this  on  toriel’s  side  table  in  the  ruins.

[devildealings]

“GODDAMN YOU REEK OF CINNAMON!” donor gags as he covers his mouth with his long sleeve, taking a good look at the woman before grinning. “oh...OHHHH in-ter-esssting!~” he moves around her, mouth still covered as he observes her. hmm could be princey’s mother...or, he looks around. a darker grin forms, “kris cross applesauce.” 

@maternas​

[ruinsfoe]

@maternas : Hey have you heard of updog

K I LL L LL L L L L L .

[skeletrousle]

@maternas​

              it had been some time since the human had first opened the barrier ,  rattling bones trousling as  PAPYRUS  meanders his merry way up porch steps ,  a hand cocked  &&.  rapping lanky knuckles upon wooden fixture .   two knocks ,  three  ;    a loving departure from his usual nuanced  bursting through the window .  

                                ❛    DING DONG ,  O’ LADY OF THE ASGORE !    ❜      it was a merciful title from  [ ASGORE’S CLONE ] ,  his first nickname deemed to the queen he had long since forgotten   --   ( or perhaps ,  never knew ? ) 

              as the knob twists ,  hands move to slick back against his skull ,  seemingly mocking that of smoothing back hair .   there she stood ,  somewhat smaller in height to the  10′6  skeleton monster now looming in her doorway ,  elegant extravagance thrown to the curbside as excitement  pitter pats  upon broadened ribcage .

                                ❛    GOOD  MORROW  YOUR MAJESTIC MONARCH !   IT IS I ,  THE   [ GREAT ]   PAPYRUS ,  NOW  CAPTAIN  OF THE ROYAL GUARD  ;    HERE TO MAKE MY  DAILY REPORT .    ❜