#goatmom things

[blenselche]

farm pics to feel cozy 2

[drundertalescum]

I haven't been posting them, but I am attempting a half-hearted Inktober. Here's todays!

[indydrawsstuff]

Little something inspired by @sansofficial's ficlet. You should definitely check out Duty of Care on AO3. Got some good angst, and the characterization is phenomenal!

geez i wish i had a scanner my phone makes these look worse

can't help laughing at myself for drawing Sans being comforting like this twice in a row oops

[shimbongulus]

Annnnd there’s the double-whammy. This is NOT Frisk’s day.

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[tremendousmothergoat]

The back garden had become somewhat wild since the last time she had gone back to check, but suspiciously quiet. Not even the hint of the buzz of an insect...or the tweet of a bird...if someone was to go back there and check on the sprawl of vegetation there, they'd might be even spot an abandoned pet collar. Not that they'd be around long enough to piece together the facts.

It really had been too long since anything had gone into that back garden, and something living there had enough of this. The low creaking of root and vine rattles quietly as they start to slowly spread into the house, gently pushing aside the back door before they start prowling through the house for the large, lucious occupant that a certain Venus fly trap knew resided here. After all, she was the one who planted them in the first place.

Easily half a dozen vines of various thicknesses, all the way up to the thickness of a generous thigh soon found her busy, alone, unaware and all the vines prepared to grab her simulatenously....

It was really on her for not checking on it in so long. But she'd figured the plants back there had died out or been fine on their own. How was she supposed to know one of them had stubbornly taken over?

Regardless, she was woefully unprepared, just in the middle of cooking in the kitchen. Much more focused on tart recipes than the soft slithering noise of vines creeping up on her. All at once, her feet were suddenly yanked out from under her, the goatmom heavily falling to the floor as she was pulled right out of the kitchen! She tried to grab at her armchair, or the kitchen table, but whatever was grabbing her was too powerful! She managed to hook her claws into the doorway, finally looking back to see the mess of vines all grabbing around her leg....And more of them spreading towards her! She immediately blasted several fireballs from her hand, a few vines peeling away and retreating to avoid more damage- And she cried out as more of them seized her hand, twisting it away so she couldn't aim it. The house groaned as she held onto the doorframe as hard as she could... Until she was pulled away from it, leaving large claw marks in the wood.

Her other hand tied down, a vine wrapping around her mouth to keep her from screaming out, she writhed and twisted around on the ground as she was dragged out the back door and towards the garden. The only thing she managed to do was roll onto her back, so she could look down and see what was dragging her in.. And her eyes went wide as she saw the large flytrap, jaws spread and glistening with a thick, sap-like drool. She kept writhing around...but was tossed right into the hungry jaws of the plant, getting one scream out as the massive plant closed up, preparing to digest its gigantic, hearty meal...

[catgirl-catboy]

could you do deltarune for the fandom impressions thing? it's ok if not, i'm just curious lol

Okay, since I don't know exactly how much crossover there is for the Undertale and Deltarune fandoms (my assumption is that its like the relationship between the Homestuck and Hiveswap fandoms, that Deltarune takes place in the same universe as Undertale but is more of a spin-off and only attracted some of the Undertale fans) so I'm going to do them both.

Sans is an evil chaotic god who is the final boss of the game in the genocide run, but a chaotic goofball in the pacifist. He is dating/married to Nagito of fingers in his ass fame.

His brother (I don't know if they are adopted, or if they were once alive biological brothers, since skeletons don't have uteri to give birth in) is named Papyrus, and he really wants to be a dangerous adventurer. I get the vibe he's all bark and no bite.

The protagonists of the games are Kris, Frisk and/or Chara. I don't know if they are siblings, alternate timelines, or a split personality situation.

God fucking dammit Kris, where are we. It was the overused meme a while back, and I didn't find it funny.

There's a really mysterious character named Gaster, who I don't think the fandom knows much about. I think he works with the yellow triangle lady who's name I am spacing on.

There's a flower named Flowey and he is an ABSOLUTE BITCH. I don't know why, but y'all hate him.

Goatmom???

[ao3feed-undertale1]

Growing Goatmom

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53245729 by thisaccountdoesexist Toriel wakes up one morning to find that she has a raging, rock-hard erection for the first time in years. She decides it couldn't possibly hurt to just blow off a little steam, but things quickly turn messy as her cock and balls grow even more massive and productive every time she cums, with seemingly no end in sight, untold years' worth of massive loads hitting her all at once...   The first of my many stories I have to post here. This one was a commission for a good friend of mine, Chip_at_Night on Twitter! Being a furry, I can't resist the allure of a massive, soft goatmom and an equally massive cock, so this was a pretty damn fun piece to write in any case. Anyhow, though, I hope you enjoy it! Naturally any comments and criticisms are very much welcome. Words: 4219, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Furry (Fandom), Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Toriel (Undertale) Additional Tags: Futanari, Intersex, Masturbation, Growth, Large Cock, Large Breasts, Lactation, hyper penis, hyper, hyper breasts, hyper balls, excessive cum, cum flooding, huge penis, Huge balls read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53245729

[pacixfrisky-reborn]

❦ for Toriel!

Send my character ❦ and a name, and they’ll reveal something they love about said character. Alternatively, send ☓  for something they dislike about them. @nexusagain

"I’m glad you asked~!” And thus Frisk turned off the lights, and set up his powerpoint presentation. It’s about an hour and a half long...

[hoodiedoodles]

undertale’s anniversary was yesterday so I wanna say that asgore did less wrong than toriel send post

[stainedglassthreads]

Toriel and Kill or be Killed

It’s been a popular piece of fanon for quite a while that Flowey originally got the ‘kill or be killed’ belief from Chara, but some of his dialogue implies that ‘kill or be killed’ is a lesson he’s trying to teach Chara throughout Frisk’s journey. So it may not be the case he originally heard that phrase from Chara. So where’d he get it from? 

Well, it’s most likely that he just came to that conclusion on his own, as a result of his tragic and traumatizing death-- he refused to kill, ergo he was killed, and this was his way of coping and giving a senseless death some sense, a way he could have avoided it, had he only been a little smarter, a little less naive. But there’s a pet theory I’ve been nurturing. 

Personally, I think that ‘kill or be killed’ was a belief of Toriel’s. And by proving that the world doesn’t have to be a place of kill or be killed, she is the one who clears the way for a True Pacifist ending. 

‘But Glass!’ my hypothetical audience sobs, ‘Toriel doesn’t want to kill anyone! She’s mad at her ex-husband for having killed in the past! She teaches us how to spare! She can’t even kill us in No Mercy when we’re hopped up on LV! She’s our sweet goatmom who can do no wrong!” 

To pre-emptively counter these arguments-- first and foremost, every major character in Undertale has more depth and nuance than one would initially assume. For example, Asgore is initially built up as the big bad who you NEED to kill, a heartless king of monsters who’s killed six children already, stopped only from destroying all humanity by a single soul. Then you learn he’s a ‘big fluffy pushover’ and a grieving father, who only declared that war in a moment of rash emotion and rage, and he only carries out that promise because he thinks it’s what his people want from him. 

Toriel is no different. Initially she’s just the friendly NPC who explains to you how the Underground works, but later on it turns out she was the ex-wife of the final boss, and the one who stops you two from killing each other. 

I have seen some people complain that, despite desiring to protect the fallen children and once caring for Asgore, Toriel does not accompany the children out of the Ruins and makes no attempt to talk to Asgore until the last possible second. Now, out-of-game, this is probably because Undertale was not made with a party system in mind, so Frisk needed to go on this journey alone, combined with how if there weren’t six souls there already and Asgore weren’t still waging war on humans, the stakes would be dramatically lower and there’d be no easy way of carrying out True Pacifist. But I do believe that there IS an in-universe reason Toriel didn’t do those things. 

What some people seem to forget is that Asgore was not the only parent who lost two children on that night. Toriel did, too. And since then, she’s lost six more-- children that Asgore did have to kill, but did NOT allow himself to bond with and adopt. Examining the room Toriel gives Frisk implies that some other fallen children may have stayed with her for an extended period of time. 

So why didn’t she accompany them? Why did she tell Frisk not to return? I think it was because she was afraid of losing them. But if she had accompanied them and spoken with Asgore, surely she would’ve been able to prevent them from being lost? 

Well. As I’ve said earlier. I think it’s because she believes that this is a world of Kill or be Killed, and she didn’t want to have to watch either her child killed at the hands of her ex-husband, or her ex-husband killed at the hands of her child. Nor did she want to help kill her child or ex-husband. It’s cruel, but it’s easier to pretend that the second they leave her sight, both her children and ex-husband are already dead, and the ability to change this is out of her hands. 

I don’t think she WANTS the world to be a place of kill or be killed. She wants Frisk to live happily with her, and she wants a happy and peaceful life in the Ruins. But the way you want the world to work and the way you believe the world to work can be two very different ways, as Asgore has shown us. 

Now that I’ve proposed why I think Toriel didn’t accompany Frisk on their journey, I’m going to explain why I think Toriel believes the world is kill or be killed. It takes a little more analysis, because as far as we know, Toriel has not personally killed anyone, unlike Flowey and Asgore, the two other perpetrators of this saying. But let’s take a look at some of her actions, through this lense of ‘Toriel thinks the world is kill or be killed.’ 

First and most importantly... we never see Toriel Spare anyone, nor does she specifically explain how to Spare a monster. 

When you encounter Flowey, she whacks him with a fireball. When you encounter Froggit, she glares at it until it runs away. When you encounter the Dummy, she tells you how to Act, but doesn’t tell you to spare it-- simply explains that this is a way to delay until she can come and resolve the conflict. None of the Ruins monsters have a strong desire for human Souls, and one confides many find Toriel frightening. The Ruins are also quite small, and she gave Frisk a phone. If Frisk delays long enough and is good at dodging, it’s not impossible that she could keep Frisk naive to the ‘true nature of the world’ and resolve all their conflicts for them-- or that she could trick herself into believing it’s possible. 

But that is not possible outside the Ruins, leading into how she demands that Frisk ‘prove they are strong enough to survive.’ 

To her knowledge, there are two main obstacles preventing Frisk from leaving the Underground. Asgore and the Royal Guard. And the Barrier. Asgore and the Royal Guard want to make Asgore a god by collecting a seventh soul, while the Dreemurr family seems to believe that the Barrier can only be crossed with both a human soul and a boss monster soul. Toriel knows that, even if Frisk always runs away and avoids killing in self-defense, they NEED to kill a boss monster to cross the Barrier and return home. They need to kill either herself or Asgore, there is no way around this. 

When Frisk kills her, she never shows fear at dying, or surprise that they’ve killed her. She only shows surprise if they have a high LV when killing her. In a Neutral run, she instead gives instructions on how to leave the Underground. 

She tells Frisk to either fight or run away. We don’t ever see Toriel kill because she’s expecting to BE the one killed, when a human falls into the Underground. The only reason she puts up a fight is to prepare them for needing to fight the Royal Guard and Asgore. 

But by refusng to run or fight, Frisk shows her how determined they are. It’s not enough to change her worldview immediately, but it gives her the first hint that it’s possible to survive without killing. It’s enough to let her go, but not enough to let her believe it’s possible to make it through the Underground without killing a Boss Monster, and so she can’t bring herself to accompany us and watch Frisk and Asgore kill each other. But that initial seed is planted. 

So what changes in a True Pacifist run? Why does she finally decide to intervene? 

Well, all she needed to make up her mind was more time. In multiple Neutral runs, she does leave the Ruins and try to become Queen of the Underground, instating her policies that humans are to be seen as friends. Frisk’s actions in the rest of the Underground are what determines how receptive the Underground is to her policies. 

So what changes in a True Pacifist run? Why does she decide to leave the Ruins sooner? 

She actually doesn’t! We decide to stay in the Underground longer, as we explore the True Lab, and play through the Alphys Hangout! By deliberating, we give Toriel enough time to catch up to Frisk and interrupt the Asgore fight, because she’s had enough time to think through what we told her, and make up her mind that it IS possible to live and let live! And through Frisk’s actions, the entire Underground is just as receptive to Papyrus gathering them all to ask Asgore to spare Frisk! And because the entire Underground, including his wife, shows up to ask Asgore not to kill this human, he is released from his promise of giving the Underground happiness by declaring war on humanity! 

Neither Toriel nor Asgore wants the world to be a place of kill or be killed, but they BOTH believe it to be one. The difference is, Toriel has resolved to be killed, while Asgore has unwillingly resolved to kill. All it takes for Toriel to change her mind is Frisk resolving not to kill her, and time to carefully consider what this means. Meanwhile Asgore needs the entire Underground to remove the pressure they placed on him, in order to realize he no longer has to kill. Together, the Dreemurrs show us BOTH sides of ‘kill or be killed’.

[blenselche]

i just remembered something real mortifying

so in kindergarten we were assigned an art project to draw our parents, right?

well i bring my drawing in and my dad gets called to the office

they present my picture and he scream laughs

i did not know you could just draw people with clothes on, i thought you had to draw them naked and THEN put clothes on them

that picture is still in my childhood home somewhere, lurking in a forgotten corner, waiting to jumpscare someone

i was so fucking stupid

heres a bumpkin gif for ur time

[underprose]

Chapter 2

This is how the story begins

Will this fallen child make us friends

Or will they give in, kill us all?

Who knows when an angel will fall?

We want to fly

Out from the ruins where we lie

But someday soon

We’ll see the sky

I walked into the room and was surprised by how bright it was.

I looked up and saw the ceiling was littered by large crystals, lighting up the room.

The crumbling, brick, very purple room.

It was a bit irritating to look at before I realized it was a bit softer on my eyes than other colors I had needed to look at before I fell. I was amazed at all the different shades of purple that seemed to appear in the crystals’ light, and how old and mysterious it seemed, with the vines hanging on the walls.

Close to the middle of the room was an outline of leaves in a neat square, and behind it two pairs of steps leading toward a doorway at the end.

Toriel walked up the steps and turned to make sure I did not fall behind.

I walked toward her, a little distracted by what was probably the weirdest part of the room, even given the tall monster that had turned to me in front of the door, again.

Between the pair of steps was a golden star, its four points twinkling alluringly.

When I reached it, I stared quizzically at Toriel.

“Excuse me, but what’s this?” I pointed at the star.

Her expression turned to a rather confused one.

“I am not sure what you are talking about, my child. But you must stay close, alright?”

She disappeared through the door before I could ask anything else.

My eyes fell to the star again.

Well, here goes… I thought reaching toward it and touching it with my fingertips.

I instantly felt a warm feeling wave through my body, similar to when Toriel had healed me earlier.

(The shadow of the Ruins looms above, filling you with determination.)

The voice then whispered, (HP fully restored.)

Unsure of what to do now, I touched it again apprehensively, though a bit relieved it wasn’t dangerous, and suddenly

I whipped my hand back, and the rectangle disappeared.

What the? Heck? What’s happening? What did I just do?

A rather annoyed voice echoed in my head.

You just saved. And your HP is fully restored.

I looked over my shoulder to see no one there.

Who are you? What’s going on?

The mysterious voice seemed to realize that it was heard and went silent.

I felt cold as I was suddenly aware that I was alone in the room.

I climbed the stairs after Toriel and found her waiting in a smaller room.

She smiled when I finally arrived, and I was both relieved and amazed by her patience.

“Welcome to your new home, innocent one.”

I wasn’t sure whether to feel grateful, uneasy, or uncomfortable at her readiness to take me in.

“Allow me to educate you in the operation of the Ruins.”

She glided over to six switches on the ground, stepping on two and U-turning to step on another two before pulling the yellow switch next to the closed door, opening it.

“The Ruins are full of puzzles. Ancient fusions between diversions and doorkeys. One must solve them to move from room to room. Please adjust yourself to the sight of them.”

I looked at them long and hard. I asked her, “How did you solve this puzzle?”

She waved it off. “Oh, it’s already solved now. It is not important.” And she left.

I was still intrigued, so I walked over to a stone sign on the left side of the door.

Of course, I couldn’t read it. It was written in some ancient text I couldn’t hope to decipher. So I stared at it patiently.

An echo of a sigh.

Only the fearless may proceed. Brave ones, foolish ones. Both not walk the middle road.

I smiled.

Walking over to the switches again, I noticed that the two switches Toriel had not pressed laid on a clearly marked path, lighter than the rest of the floor, in between the four switches she had stepped on. My eyes lit up.

“Oh! I get it. To solve the puzzle, you’re supposed to press the switches NOT on the path, and then pull the lever! This is cool!”

Humming, I walked through the door to see Toriel waiting for me again.

“To make progress here, you will need to trigger several switches. Do not worry, I have labelled the ones that you need to flip.”

She excitedly walked to a bridge over a stream of water in the middle of the room and waited.

A sign stood in front of me, and to my surprise it was written in perfect english. I read it aloud: “Press [Z] to read signs!”

What is THAT supposed to mean?

In the bottom right corner, however, was small text, so I read that as well.

“If you can read this, then wonderful! You can read english! This will be very helpful for when you need to interact with any humans. Please ignore the above sentence, it is meant to capture your attention by being large and strange. They hold no real purpose. ~Toriel”

“Huh.”

On the wall behind it was another stone sign, and I walked over to read it. The same ancient text was written on this sign, and I could only wonder what deep and mysterious hint it said.

Stay on the path.

I waited a moment longer before realizing that was literally what it said.

Well, I did want to know.

I looked down and found that I was, in fact, not on the light purple path.

I walked over the first bridge, noticing the path lead to a switch on the wall, sporting some arrows pointing at it and a note next to it.

Please press this switch.   -Toriel

Toriel was pleased as I pressed it, and she walked to the room’s exit, blocked by a pair of tiles sporting rather short spikes.

Across the second bridge, there were two switches on the wall, and the path only led to one of them. The correct switch was also marked by Toriel, a note next to this one as well.

Please press this switch too.   -Toriel

Shink!

The spike tiles Toriel was standing in front of retracted their spikes, and Toriel clapped her hands…paws? together.

“Splendid! I am proud of you, little one. Let us move to the next room.” She left.

Curious, I checked the other switch, trying to flip it.

This switch doesn’t even work…

The next room was a small one, featuring only a dummy standing in it.

“As a human living in the Underground, monsters may attack you. You will need to be prepared for this situation.”

She noticed my expression and reassured me with a smile.

“However, worry not! The process is simple. When you encounter a monster, you will enter a Fight. While you are in a Fight, strike up a friendly conversation. Stall for time. I will come to resolve the conflict.”

She gestured to the dummy.

“Practice talking to the dummy.”

I confusedly tilted my head.

“Okay, if you say so,” I responded dubiously.

I sauntered over to it, and wondered if something was supposed to happen.

Happen it did.

My soul blinked in front of me and the world shifted to black and white.

You encountered the Dummy.

Oh, so you’re here too…

I took a look in front of me, and realized it was very different than when I encountered Flowey.

Four orange boxes appeared in front of me, with a different word on each: FIGHT, ACT, ITEM, and MERCY. I also noticed, in the corner of my vision, there was now a name next to LV 1.

“Chara.”

Well, I’m supposed to talk to the dummy, aren’t I?

I took a good look at the boxes. I was pretty sure talking wouldn’t be classified under “FIGHT,” so I tried touching the ACT box.

*ACT → Dummy

Oh, it’s like a button!

I was presented with two options: Check, and Talk.

I wondered what “Check” meant, so I reached out with my soul and chose that option first.

Dummy – ATK 0 DEF 0

A cotton heart and a button eye

You are the apple of my eye

The buttons disappeared, so I had to wait for something, though I didn’t know what.

It’s the Dummy’s turn.

Oh.

A moment passed, and then the buttons returned.

Dummy stands around absentmindedly.

*ACT (Dummy) → Talk

You talk to the Dummy. …It doesn’t seem much for conversation.

The voice hesitated before adding, Toriel seems happy with you.

You won! You earned 0 EXP and 0 gold.

When the colors faded back, I could see that Toriel indeed was happy with me.

“Ah, very good! You are very good.”

I followed her out the door.

“There is another puzzle in this room…I wonder if you can solve it?”

She walked over a strangely shaped light purple path, one that snaked back and forth, looking back every so often to make sure I was following her.

I fell behind her, observing my surroundings carefully for the puzzle, when it happened.

My soul blinked out and I entered a Fight.

Froggit attacks you!

There, in front of me, wobbling its large head back and forth, was an adorable white frog like monster.

It watched me intently, and I realized it was waiting for me to take my turn.

*ACT (Froggit) → Check

Froggit – ATK 4 DEF 5

Life is difficult for this enemy.

I tried, but I just could NOT hold back the “awwww” building in my throat.

But then the tall shape of Toriel entered my vision, and she glared at Froggit.

Froggit took one look at her and inched away, the tall monster glaring after it.

You won! You earned 0 EXP and 0 gold.

The gentle purples of the ruins bleached back into view, and Toriel nodded to me before walking toward the end of the hallway.

There was a sign on the wall in the middle of the hallway, so I stopped to look at it.

The voice read it to me: The western room is the eastern room’s blueprint.

I wasn’t quite sure what that meant, so I followed Toriel, who had stopped at the entrance to the other side of the room.

“Um, Ms. Toriel? What is over there?”

She looked back at me, moving to reveal a room full of spiked tiles standing just over lots of water in the room.

“This is the puzzle, but…” She pondered something before making a decision.

“Here, take my hand for a moment.”

I tentatively reached out my hand. Taking it, she started leading me over the spiked tiles, the small spikes retracting as she stepped on them. The path we took snaked back and forth and I recognised it from the light purple path in the room before.

We reached the end, and she gave my hand a light squeeze before she let go.

“Puzzles seem a little too dangerous for now.”

And we moved on to the next room.

“You have done excellently thus far, my child. However…” She looked sad, even almost ashamed as she reluctantly continued. “I have a difficult request to ask of you.”

She took a deep breath.

“I would like you to walk to the end of the room by yourself.”

I opened my mouth, but she blurted out, “Forgive me for this.” She was holding back tears.

She hurried away, and I stared after her..

“…What?”

I really didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but Toriel seemed to think so.

“O-okay, I’m coming!”

I started walking down the room.

And walked.

And walked.

And walked.

This is a pretty long room.

Finally, I saw a large white pillar, which was the first different thing to see in the purple room.

It was incredibly obvious that a tall monster was hiding behind it.

I rolled my eyes and walked past.

Toriel, of course, emerged from behind the pillar and spoke to me, clearly relieved.

“Greetings, my child. Do not worry, I did not leave you. I was merely behind this pillar the whole time. Thank you for trusting me.”

It took all my willpower to keep a straight face.

“No problem, Ms. Toriel.”

“However, there was an important reason for this exercise.”

I tilted my head. “There was?”

“…To test your independance. I must attend to some business, and you must stay alone for a while. Please remain here. It’s dangerous to explore by yourself.” Her face lit up. “I have an idea. I will give you a Cell Phone. If you have a need for anything, just call.”

As she turned away, she looked back and called, “Be good, alright?”

And then I was alone. Oh, wait. “Alone.”

I took a look at the phone she gave me. Honestly, it looked more like a brick than a phone.

“I bet if I accidently dropped this, the floor would break,” I giggled.

I shoved it in my pocket.

“I’m bored. I want to see more puzzles.”

I started to walk out the door.

But didn’t she tell you to wait for her to come back? Can’t you be patient?

I smiled. “Nah, I’d rather go out and enjoy some puzzles, and I dunno, maybe see where Toriel lives? ‘Cause you seem to be rather fond of her.”

It fell silent at that.

“Well…I wonder what’s ahead. It might be dangerous, but that’s okay! Let’s go, Weird Voice!”

And I dashed out the doorway.

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[inu-jiru]

Mafiatale - Chapter Two

Side by side, Frisk and Toriel walked, going deeper into the Monster District. Every so often, the boy would take a glance behind him, looking back at the fence. It grew smaller and smaller with each passing minute. Frisk couldn’t help but wonder...was he really doing this? Was he really going to leave everything he had known behind for a woman, a monster woman, no less, that he just met? He looked back at Toriel. The monster woman was smiling contently, walking with her hands folded neatly in front of her. She just had an air of pleasantness about her. Surely, Frisk was making the right choice. After all, it would be all be worth it to have a roof over his head again.

Taking a look around, Frisk noticed that they had walked onto a narrow road, sandwiched between ramshackled and incredibly small shacks. Their plywood walls were decayed, damaged by years of rain and snow. Most of their windows were broken, revealing the darkness inside. Doors were either nonexistent, or were replaced by nails and wooden planks. It all gave Frisk a sort of uneasy feeling, and he subconsciously moved closer to Toriel. Toriel looked down at him, a merry laugh escaping her lips.

“Don’t you worry, hun,” she told him. “The Slums might be a bit run down…”

“A bit?” Frisk thought, cocking a brow.

“But in time, you’ll see it’s a nice, little place. Not too many monsters live around here, so you don’t have to worry about unwanted attention. Keep in mind, though, if someone does give ya trouble…” She patted her jacket’s pocket. “I’ll fill ‘em with daylight.” Frisk wasn’t too sure what that meant exactly, but judging by Toriel’s gesture, it didn’t sound too good. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be given the chance to act on that promise.

Onwards, they walked, twisting and turning on the worn, cobblestone path. Many times, Frisk had noticed movements out of the corners of his eye. When he turned to look, he would see an assortment of monsters: large, meowing frogs, timid-looking insect creatures, and even what appeared to be sentient globs of gelatin. They would watch Frisk from within the shacks and around the corners, looking curious, but never approaching. Toriel’s arm suddenly wrapped around his shoulders, and as Frisk glanced up at her, he could see her reaching for her pocket. His heart skipped a beat.

“U-Uh...maybe they just want to say “hello”?” said Frisk quietly.

“Hmph,” Toriel responded, glaring at the other monsters out of the side of her eyes. “They’d better say it away from us, then.” Frisk fell silent. He glanced back at the other monsters, only for them to have disappeared. In their place however was...something. Frisk couldn’t exactly make out what it was, but it was standing off in the distance, watching them quietly. It was covered in the darkness of the shadows; the only thing Frisk could make out were two, white pinpricks of light. Perhaps it was one of the frog things? No...it was much larger. Much...stouter…

“T-Tor…” Frisk began, pulling on the woman’s skirt. No sooner had he began speaking, however, the figure suddenly vanished, as if it had never existed in the first place. Frisk gasped, glancing around. Where had it gone? How could it have disappeared like that? The boy was so dumbfounded, that he hadn’t realized Toriel had been talking to him.

“Hun? Honey? What’s wrong? What’d ya see?”

“I thought...I thought I saw…” Frisk paused for a moment, before shaking his head. “Uh, nevermind...I think it was one of those monsters again.”

“Don’t you fret, hun,” said the monstress. “We’re almost home.” Throughout the rest of the journey, Frisk clung tightly to Toriel. He could feel eyes burning into his back as the thing continued to watch him, but he refused to look back. Whatever it was, it would have to come closer and risk getting blown away if it wanted to cause trouble.

“Ah, there it is.” Toriel and Frisk had finally come to a stop in front of a much nicer-looking shack. The walls were a gentle purple, and by the looks of it, they had been recently painted, making it pop against the surrounding grays and browns. There were two windows, small garden boxes perched neatly on the windows. In said boxes bloomed golden-colored flowers. It was a pretty nice place, Frisk had to admit. He followed Toriel inside, glancing down as he stepped on the doormat. “Welcome Home!”, it read.

Frisk had taken only a single step inside the living room, when he was blasted in the face by a thick layer of herbal-scented smoke. It assaulted his nose and filled his lungs, sending him into a violent, coughing fit. Toriel led Frisk towards one of the windows, opening it up and fanning the smoke outside.

“Great…” a high-pitched voice suddenly said. “The ol’ chunk o’ lead’s back.”

“Oh, hush up,” Toriel shot back. “And put that darned thing out; we have company.”

As Frisk took a few deep breaths of fresh air, he looked around. The living room was very small, sharing space with a dining table and the kitchen. A bookshelf was tucked away in the corner, hold all sorts of books. A sofa and an armchair bordered a mahogany coffee table. Another small table rested beside the armchair, holding a radio and a flowerpot. In the flowerpot was another golden flower, but unlike the ones outside, this one seemed to be sentient. It had a face, for starters, and a rather bored-looking one at that. Atop its “head” was a black, red-trimmed fedora. Hanging out of the side of its mouth was what looked like a cigar, which continued to spew that harsh aroma.

“Pheh…” the flower scoffed. “Why should I?”

“Because I’ll turn ya into golden flower tea if ya don’t,” replied Toriel matter-of-factly. The flower rolled his eyes, and a vine suddenly sprouted from the potting soil, plucking the cigar from his mouth and crushing the lit end against the side of the pot. A triumphant Toriel led Frisk over to the couch, where he carefully sat down. The flower looked him over with his beady, black eyes.

“So who’s the new brat?” Frisk flinched at the insult. Toriel gave him a gentle pat on the head.

“Don’t pay him no mind, hun,” she whispered to him. “He’s all bark and no bite.”

“I heard that.”

“Good.” The grumpy, little houseplant pouted, causing Toriel to chuckle. “And to answer your question, Flowey, this is Frisk. I found him at the fence; some bullies were givin’ him a hard time, so, I stepped in.”

“Ooh.” The flower, Flowey, apparently, now looked interested. “Did ya shoot any of ‘em?” Frisk was taken aback, and by the looks of it, so was Toriel.

“Heavens, no!”

“Rats…”

“And ya wonder why I never letcha outta that pot...”

“That’s why?” A smirk slowly stretched across Flowey’s features. “An’ here I thought it was just ‘cause you were bein’ a bit--”

“AHEM.” Toriel’s brow furrowed, and she was suddenly staring daggers at her floral companion. A beat of sweat ran down his “face”, and he averted his gaze, taking notice of the radio beside him.

“Wonder if anythin’ good’s on…” Flowey muttered, the vine once again sprouting and messing with the radio’s dials.  Frisk blinked. He wasn’t entirely sure of what to make of that situation, or Flowey himself, for that matter. But it seemed that Toriel had him under control, so he supposed there wasn’t too much to worry about. He looked up at Toriel, who smiled down at him.

“Make yourself at home, hun,” she said cheerfully. “Can I get you anything?” Frisk was about to respond, when his stomach began to growl. His cheeks turned a light shade of red; he had forgotten that he hadn’t had lunch that day. Toriel let out a soft laugh. “Perhaps something to eat, then?”

“Ha, yes’m,” Frisk replied with a nod.

“Comin’ right up, sweetheart.” Toriel prepared to walk off, when she paused, and looked back at Frisk. “Oh, before I go, I should probably ask...which do ya prefer? Cinnamon or butterscotch?”

Frisk paused. What an...interesting question. He took a moment to think. He couldn’t recall ever having butterscotch, but he had always been a fan of cinnamon.

“Cinnamon,” he finally answered.

“Ain’t that nice?” Toriel cooed. “But now, lemme ask ya this: I know your preference an’ all, but...you wouldn’t be upset if ya found butterscotch on your plate, would ya?”

Again...what an interesting question. Still, it didn’t hurt to try something new, would it?

“No’m,” replied Frisk.

“Alright, I understand. Lemme get to work, and in the meantime, make yourself at home, hmm?” Toriel walked off into the kitchen area. From the comfort of the couch, Frisk watched as Toriel got to work, getting bowls and various ingredients from the cupboards. He then turned away, staring at Flowey. His heart skipped a beat as he realized Flowey was staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face. As their eyes met, however, Flowey looked away, back towards the radio. Frisk bit his lip, no longer feeling comfortable sitting near the flower. He got up, deciding the take this opportunity to look around a bit.

Although Toriel’s home was very small, and the majority of it he’d already seen when he walked in, there had been a small corridor near the dinner table that had made Frisk rather curious. Walking down the corridor, Frisk noticed two doors on his right side. Peeking inside of the first door, he was pleasantly surprised to find a tiny bedroom, just big enough for a child his size. It was, for the most part, bare, with a little bed, a small toy box, a bureau for clothes, and a window that allowed the afternoon sun to pour in.  Frisk stepped inside, taking a seat on the bed. The blanket felt so soft… Frisk hesitated, before lying down, burying his nose in the material. Toriel must’ve recently washed it, because it smelled like garden in the springtime. It was so nice...FIt would’ve been all too easy to just curl up and fall into a deep sleep...

Frisk’s eyes fluttered open, a mouth-watering aroma filling his nose. The boy sat up in the bed, rubbing away at his tired face. How long had he been out? He couldn’t be sure, but a quick glance at the window told him that it was late in the evening. The sky was a blend of orange of navy blue, and the stars were just beginning to appear. Frisk might as well have gone right back to sleep, but he couldn’t. He had to find out what that scrumptious smell was.

Throwing back the blankets (which he had just now realized he had been tucked into), Frisk hopped out of the bed. The smell was coming from beneath him now. Looking down, Frisk saw that a plate of pie had been put on the floor. Staring at it, Frisk began to remember Toriel’s words just before she left him alone. Cinnamon...butterscotch...Could it be? Had she made him a...cinnamon-butterscotch pie? Frisk felt a smile tug at his lips. Kneeling down, he picked up the plate of pie. The slightest bit of heat still radiated from it, even after all the hours that had passed. He couldn’t eat this pie, not yet, not before thanking the woman who had slaved over a hot oven to make it for him.  Frisk exited the room, making his way back down the corridor, and into the living room.

“Ms. Toriel?” he called. No response. Frisk looked around, seeing nothing but a dark and empty kitchen and an almost-empty living room. Flowey sat in his flower pot, facing the radio, which played a piece of smooth, seductive jazz. Frisk’s brow furrowed; he didn’t really want to talk to Flowey, but it seemed he was the only one here, unless...Frisk glanced back to the other door. Maybe that was Toriel’s room? Perhaps she had gone to bed herself?

“If you’re lookin’ for the ol’ hag,” Flowey suddenly spoke up. “She ain’t ‘ere.”

“...Oh,” Frsk murmured in reply. “Um...where did she go?”

“She had to head back to work in the Ghettout.”

“Ghettout?” Frisk echoed.

“Yeah.” Flowey glanced back at Frisk, his eyes half-lidded. “It ain’t too far from ‘ere, but I doubt ol’ Tori wants ya goin’ out that far. Best ya stay here ‘til she gets back. S’nearly closin’ time, anyway.”

“Oh...ok.”

“The Ghettout,” Frisk thought, as he took a seat over at the dining table. He stared at the butterscotch pie, his mind racing as he thought about this strange, new place. What was it like over there? It seemed only Toriel knew. For now, at least.

Oh wooooow, two written works in one day? And the second one is CHAPTER TWOOOO? Isn’t this lovely, my children?

[utdrblog]

Asgore, Toriel and their relationship in Post-Pacifist.

LONG POST WARNING!

Let's start with Toriel:

Toriel is a generally agreed good person. She is caring towards Frisk, advocates for a peaceful resolution of conflicts and wants to care for and home the human children. Just a nice, old, goatmom.

But, she isn't perfect. Toriel's world view is very... black and white. Things are good, or things are bad. Despite Asgore not wanting to kill the humans, and doing the decision out of rage, he is still terrible in her eyes.

The problem is that she seems to consider things that affect her, to be much worse than thing that don't. She is friend with Alphys, someone that did experiments that caused the harm of dozens of monsters, damaging their physical form in a way that can never be fixed. (No hate towards Alphys by the way, I love her.)

While Asgore, someone who outlived or lost his friends and had to kill humans (some of which were indicated to have killed other monsters) for the freedom of all monsters, even if he didn't want to cause harm. To her, he's a terrible person. Sure, she fires Alphys, but she never calls her a bad person.

I think that's Toriel's biggest flaw: Lack of nuance. Sure, she was irresponsible for leaving the throne, but that was the best option for her, I mean, Asgore's mental state got demolished, imagine what would've happened if she had to watch the humans dying right in front of her?

Now, Asgore:

Asgore is a good guy. He trained Undyne, he loved his kids, he wants to make the Underground safer by taking spikes out and he puts umbrellas on Waterfall so people don't get sick. He's willing to kill himself so you can leave.

But, he isn't the best at acting under stress. He declares war out of anger, and regrets it immediately. He killed six human children, most of which were probably innocent. But he doesn't want to. In fact, he gives you four chances to leave, to go back so you don't have to fight. He does it because he has to.

A common misconception is that Asgore is some sort of stalker with Toriel, but the game shows that that isn't true. He asks Toriel if they can be a couple, she refuses. He asks if they can be friends, she refuses, he accepts her decision. Done. He's fine with Toriel's decision, even agreeing with her. He wants to be her friend, but if she doesn't want to, he's fine with that.

So, what about Post-Pacifist?

In Post Pacifist we see Asgore and Toriel work at the same school. It's unclear if Toriel hired him since we don't know if she owns the school, or if she just works there. Still, they can at least tolerate eachother. But... what happens afterwards?

At the Reunion scene, Toriel says she doesn't want anything with Asgore. BUT, whenever Toriel is angry or disturbed, she acts coldly, we know that by the way she talks to Frisk during her battle. Toriel could very well just be acting coldly because she was disturbed, angry, sad.

Toriel also knows that she isn't innocent. She calls herself pathetic because she knows that she couldn't save even one child from death. Meaning, that she recgonizes some of her flaws. She also talks to Alphys and Undyne normally, even though both did... less than good acts, sure it could be because of what I mentioned earlier, but it shows that she can forgive people.

They were the most obnoxiously cute couple in the world for centuries, Toriel genuinely loved Asgore. She doesn't see him just as a murderer.

To me the most probable scenario is that Toriel and Asgore forgive eachother, and can at least talk to one another. In fact, we see that happening in the Alarm Clock Dialogue, showing that their relationship is in a much better place!

I do want them to get back together, I do think that it's possible with talking, time and work on mental health for both. But, this is for a general audience, so I'll let my Asgoriel headcanons out of this. 

[tremendousmothergoat]

Peril!

MTT seems to be uo to something. Maybe some supplements, or the robo body hooked up an an air compressor. Or even simply swapped out the parts for ones of massive size. Either way, each thigh is now as big around as the goatmom's shoulder width, and with a buldge bigger than her head. All in that tight latex-y material.

And it seems he wants to test his new size to smother anyone in the thunder thighs. Failures to survive the conditions end up in his buldge

She really should have known better than to help him "test out his new parts". That sort of thing would be vaguely dangerous, at best, and most probably fairly naughty! In this case, it was a little of both. She couldn't barely breathe with the bulge shoved in her face, only barely able to steal a breath every now and again.. The thighs around her head were locked tight, pulsating every now and again when he pumped more power into them, making her feel like her head could be crushed at any time! And that annoying, delighted chuckling from somewhere above her as MTT reveled in how she was starting to weaken..

...Hopefully Alphys gets back with that emergency release switch, and quick!

[cowtale-utau]

How CowTale Came to Be

or How to Give Sans An Existential Crisis

(important-ish to note, Sans remembers resets in this. also this is hella long)

So as most of these stories go, it all starts when Frisk falls into the Underground. Everything proceeds as normal. Flowey is a jerk, Toriel is GoatMom™. Alphys loves anime. Mettaton wants to be a star. Sans is a hoodie and slipper wearing skeleton. Neutral runs happen. Chara asserts themselves and genocides happen. Frisk fights back and pacifist runs happen. Every time they make it past the barrier, Frisk resets before they can make it down the mountain. 

Then things get... weird. Things go way off script. For the most part it seems normal, except some weird changes in dialogue. But then as the end grows closer, things change drastically. Chara and Asriel are... resurrected? They have their own bodies now, formed around their souls that came from somewhere. No one really understands where the souls came from or how the bodies formed. It just kinda, happened. Flowey becomes his own entity, carries pieces of Asriel, but is his own being. He doesn’t seem to have a soul, yet it kinda seems like he could? Another thing that makes no sense, and is a point of concern for Sans and Frisk. Its all so strange and wrong, but everyone seems happy about so what can or should they do but carry on? In one final pacifist run, the barrier is broken and they leave the mountain. But the world isn’t how Frisk remembers. Everything is so... old. Like a western from afternoon television. Frisk explains this to Sans, they’re scared and they don’t know what happened. After some back and forth, they agree that Frisk should do one more reset. See if maybe this was all a strange fluke.

It wasn’t. Everything happens again. Strange and off, and they emerge to the same strange off world. Frisk is the only one who really understands what they’re missing, and Sans understands things are off, but has no first hand experience. But the things they had in the Undergound don’t fit here. This seems more like what they had decades ago. So they go to Asgore and Toriel together and try to explain as best they can. They leave out the resets, or that their children should still be dead. But they tell them something in the process of saving everyone and breaking the barrier time went weird. They seem to have come out about 150 years back from when Frisk went in. Frisk studied this time in school, the Old West, so they aren’t completely clueless, but this is definitely not their time. It’s decided to tell everyone that the world isn’t what they expected but they’re going to do their best to make it work regardless. Monster kind is strangely accepting of the things missing, generally chalking it up to magic science weirdness and moving on. 

So they settle. They build themselves a home around the mountain. Some choose to stay within it. Content now that they can come and go as they please. The first few humans they meet are not exactly kind, but not immediately hostile at least. The king and queen (separated still, but cooperating with one another for the good of monster kind) meet the local government. At first it seems like things will go bad, but then talk of gold happens. And the tone shifts. Monsters have gold? And a lot of it? Suddenly they’re talking to the nations government rather than just the local. And lines are set. The mountain and surrounding areas belong to the monsters. They’re welcome to venture out into the rest of the world, so long as the know that by doing so they take their lives into their own hands. You won’t be hunted by the government, and they’ll receive the same basic rights, but there will be no special protections. No one looking out for them. This is accepted as the best they’ll get. Things settle and it seems like life will be ok.

Then things get weird again. The core goes strange, and so does the machine in the basement. Readings become next to impossible to make sense of and power fluctuates wildly. And suddenly, there’s more of them. More monsters. Sort of? The same monsters? Just different. Again, something that shouldn’t be and makes no sense. Over the course of a year or so, they’d just occasionally pop up. No rhyme or reason. Base world Asgore and Toriel are called in to help sort out the mess, as alternate versions of everyone they knew start appearing. It isn’t consistent. One group might bring their human child, while another doesn’t. That bunch has a Grillby but no Muffet or vice versa. More royals? Why not, but apparently not all of them. The only ones who seem to come through every time are a given worlds Sans and Papyrus. Without fail, the skeletons show. The “base” versions of each monster was put in charge of “themselves”. Getting the assorted royals to work together took some time, but somehow they managed. Some monsters had an easier go of it then others, but being free and on the surface seemed to smooth a lot of ruffled feathers. It worked out. Sort of, and strangely. But it was working. 

Sans feels like he’s losing his mind. There’s at least a dozen versions of him and his brother. The world is all wrong. Nothing makes sense. This isn’t even how that machine was supposed to work, right? He can’t be sure of anything anymore. All he knows is he has too damn many copies of himself to wrangle. 

And then the weird ones show up. Dream isn’t too bad. The less said about Fresh the better. He’s grateful to have only passingly run into Error. “Enjoying the shit show” apparently, whatever that meant. He knows Nightmare was around at one point, but never actually came face to face with him. And then there was Ink. 

Ink wasn’t so bad as a person, he supposed. A bit off, but tolerable. Yet another nuisance that could come and go as he pleased apparently. But he seemed like he meant no harm. When asked he just said “Checking on the creator’s work.” That one sentence was all it took to send a chill down Sans’ spine. When pushed Ink explained. They hadn’t ever really left their own verse, technically. It wasn’t some strange reset-caused time warp. They’d been copied over. Original Sans and the Original Underground all still existed in their original world. They were all just copies. Same for everyone else. Their own worlds went on just the same, with them still in them. Carrying on as they were meant to. Everyone here had just been, copy/pasted over, barring of course himself and the others who existed outside the worlds. Tossed into a world together and then “flavored”. Flavored “Old Wild West” apparently. Because they weren’t interesting enough on their own? 

Why? And how? And what was the point? 

As for how, well the multiverse theory always stated, an infinite number of possibilities. Why not this one?

But why?

Bullshit wish fulfillment.

That was why. That was the point.

“Such is the whim of the creator.”

It would take a long damn time for Sans to come to terms with this. He eventually broke and confided in his brother. Papyrus being Papyrus told Sans it didn’t matter. So what if they weren’t real to someone else. They were real to themselves. They were real to each other. This was there life. And could they know if anyone ever really had control. Any version of any person in any world. How can you ever be entirely certain your life is your own to live? Your choices your own to make? You just have to accept that you can’t know, and then choose to live anyway. Keep moving forward. Keep living your life. Because if you just quit, if you just give up, then you’ve truly lost yourself. Don’t worry about it. Just live. 

So there you have it. The messy story of how one meddlesome creator wanted to make a world suited to their taste, and didn’t much care how or what the implications might mean. What does it matter? None of its real anyway right?