#muffets pet

[thefun41]

I always loved the concept of muffets pet cupcake. So far I'm calling him Pastry. Not a name but it's what im liking right now.

Anyways here's a cute version of that for Halloween

[cryolakid-blog]

Good boi appreciation post

[lost-spells]

I'm sitting on another animation idea, but decided I need to settle on some designs for the characters involved.

I love Muffet's design, but I'm iffy on Frisks.

(Ik the quality is sheite, I snagged it from my Facebook instead of just posting the screenshot directly from my tablet)

[mavi-mav]

"See you again, dearie!"

[yastaghr]

Muffet’s Morning (drabble)

This drabble brought to you by @waldorkler .

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The bedroom was large, as befitted the over-the-top kind of manor that the room was found in. It was the kind of manor that verged on tackiness while still remaining opulent. The kind of manor that somehow screamed 'French'.

The inside of the bedroom followed the same lines. There were three hundred or so pillows, curtains pooling in the floor, and a golden vanity with attached triptych mirrors. On the vanity's surface was a cigar case, various ribbons, enough makeup supplies for an entire theatre department, and apair of hairbrushes so overloaded with black tangled that they would be completely useless for brushing hair.

A third brush was currently brushing out the waist-length black hair of a rather short monster reading from a rather thick folder. The monster gave each report due consideration; none of them were written in any language your average human might recognise. After all, few humans had ever seen the language in which spiders write.

Muffet sighed when the patter of hundreds of little feet dopplered closer. The spiders preparing her hair for the day retreated to the ceiling, glad for the break. A bulky monster, part spider, part muffin, crashed through the doggy door Muffet had reluctantly added to avoid an ever escalating door bill.

"Yes? What is it, familier?"

A well-hidden spider lodged in one of the muffin's crevasses squeeking. If one were familiar with the language of the spiders, what they said would translate as:

(Princess of Spiders, Shop #323 is going to be raided by the health department this afternoon! They need-)

Muffet interrupted, "Oui, oui. I understand."

She snatched two ribbons and quickly tied up her hair. Then she grabbed the cigar case, pulled a purple spider stogie out, lit it, and marched out the door.