be good won't you

Toriel has taken to hunting the various monsters that have popped up around the boundaries of the city. Fortunately, she has not attacked anyone in a monster costume yet - somehow, she is still able to tell the difference between something that means to do harm and a sentient being.

As she tears her claws and fangs into a werewolf, she stops and sniffs the air. There’s someone nearby.

Looking around, she sees the source of the smell. A bird, eight feet tall, in fine clothes, hunting the monsters just like she is.

Toriel isn’t herself, and neither is the strange human man in the vest. She’s not aware of either of those things though - she’s only aware of the rotting zombie shambling up towards him.

She charges at it on all fours and knocks its head clean off in a single smack, then raises herself up and bellows.

Only then does she turn to the human, and speak.

Monster.

Protect. Must protect children. From monsters. Must protect. Must kill.

Strange monster. Not a monster like her. Wearing clothes. Weapon.

...Looks like a turkey. Eat???

Sometimes, human children confused her monster status for being, well, monstrous. They would think silly things, like that she ate human flesh and hunted children for sport. Ridiculous, of course.

Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to Toriel, those children might have a little more reason to be afraid now. After she ate her ascension candy in the clothes of a fairy tale beast, she has become a beast, violent and feral. Only a scant amount of her old personality remains, and it is this old personality that confusingly points her toward the young-looking person in the glasses, so similar to something in her memory, and demands that she protect them.

Toriel hasn’t bought a costume yet - she’s only just arrived - but she does want to participate in the festivities. Especially if, as she has heard, the costume causes you to transform into another type of creature - that sounds like tremendous fun to her, or at the very least an escape from her creaky old body.

She’s on her way to one of the costume stores that has popped up around the city when she sees, walking cheerfully along the road as well, a human child with gray skin and white freckles, her white hair in a red hood.

She walks up next to her, careful not to approach too quickly and startle her.

“Pardon me, dear child. It is dangerous to go alone. Take this.”

And she offers her paw.

“Miss Toriel!” My Melody immediately leapt towards the woman with her little arms out stretched. This startled a few of the other critters hanging around, but they were quick to realize that this stuffed bunny meant no harm. “My Melo’s been well–” She looked up at Toriel with a big smile on her face. “But she’s missed you so much!” There was a lot to tell her; where to begin?

“Did you see the new forest? Isn’t it pretty?! Oh oh! My flower field is all blooming and grown! My friend Steven helped me keep it pretty, and we put pathways in it, and birdbaths too!” 

Toriel opens her arms as well, allowing the little rabbit to jump against her chest. She smiles at her warmly - it is good to see a familiar face, and such a kind, gentle soul.

“I have missed you also, my dear. I am duly sorry that I have been away.”

🌪️ It is bothersome enough that he feels hunger and thirst. This is his actual body, he shouldn’t feel all these things. Is it because of this realm? Or because he’s stripped off his powers? He’s not definitely sure which it is, and even if he knew, he couldn’t change a thing about it anyway. But while he tries to accept his situation as it is, this realm is completely different from the mortal realm he knows and it causes him constant trouble. What he does understand by now is, this place is advanced from the mortal realm he is familiar with. The beings here use devices and machinations he’s never seen before.

More so, the concept of paying for their things? He does vaguely know that humans use money. But, he doesn’t carry money on him, he never did and he never had to. Which puts him in front of more than one problem. He needs food, but doesn’t have anything to pay for it. The waitstaff constantly mentions his phone and talks about Dust and he’s just… at a loss. They already lost him when they kept talking of Dust instead money or gold. Up to now, he didn’t know that different realms use different currencies. Or that that the currencies may vary already within the same realm.

He notices the waitstaff going silent, and as someone speaks up to him, he turns to her. His wings are still puffed up, since this whole situation has agitated him quite a bit. While he has his temper under control quite well normally, it is difficult to stay perfectly calm when these around him get all nervous and frustrated with him.

“I certainly hope so. This reborn body of mine requires food now, but I am slightly at a loss on how to proceed here. They keep talking about an App, and I never heard of this before.”

Toriel notices the agitation, but is completely nonplussed about it. She’s used to agitated children - and near everyone is a child to her, regardless of age.

“These new phones are such nuisances, are they not?” she responds. “I understand your confusion, especially if you are a newcomer. I did not need sustenance before coming here either.”

“An app is...” Hmm. How to explain this. “It is a form of technology that allows for communication or the purchasing of goods. In this city, you purchase goods with Dust, a technological currency, an amount of which is automatically granted to you upon your arrival. It is stored and tracked on devices much like your phone... so it is not like paper money or coinage.”

Toriel raises her rather large phone from out of a pocket in her robe.

Toriel, for Halloween this year, is going to be dressing as The Beast from the original Beauty and the Beast fairytale... because she thinks it’s very amusing because, ho ho ho, her ex-husband is a monster king and such a beast, ho ho ho.

It will look like the above drawing, with some differences:

- Her fur will be white, not brown.

- She will have some boar-like traits like tusks, but will still resemble her goat-like form and have goat-like legs.

- Her clothes will be purple, not red.

It will also have the following effects on her mind and abilities:

- She will become considerably more feral and bestial. Growling, roaring, basically acting less like her usual self and more like a traditional monster.

- She will barely remember having been Toriel, although those memories are still there and can be 

Cavetown - This Is Home

Get a load of this monster He doesn't know how to communicate His mind is in a different place Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

Get a load of this trainwreck His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet But little do we know the stars Welcome him with open arms

Oh

Time is

Slowly

Tracing his face

But strangely he feels at home in this place

The Mountain Goats - No Children

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow I hope it bleeds all day long Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises We're pretty sure they're all wrong

I hope it stays dark forever I hope the worst isn't over And I hope you blink before I do And I hope I never get sober

And I hope when you think of me years down the line You can't find one good thing to say And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out You'd stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand

{ MEET THE MUSE }

PERSONAL NAME: Toriel

LEGAL NAME: Toriel Dreemurr

ALIAS[ES]: Queen of Monsters (she does not use that title anymore), Mom, Tori (don’t call her this)

DATE OF BIRTH: May 9th

GENDER | SPECIES: Cis Female | Boss Monster

PLACE OF BIRTH: The Surface, somewhere on Earth

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS:  In an apartment with three bizarre children.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: A lot of common human languages (she was a diplomat), as well as the native and ancient Monster languages (whatever those would be called).

EDUCATION: Was formally educated in prestigious Monster schools on the Surface, before they were all destroyed. Highly self-educated.

OCCUPATION: Queen (formerly), none (currently)

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Definitely drinks (canonically), smokes a fair bit (it’s fine she has no lungs), does not do drugs.

LIKE[S]: Her children, books, snails, baking

DISLIKE[S]: Murder

FEAR[S]: Loss of her family.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Motherly, loving, empathetic, stubborn, strict, cowardly.

{ PHYSICAL INFORMATION }

HAIR FUR COLOR: White

EYE COLOR: Red

HEIGHT: 8′0~

TATTOOS: Would be pointless

PIERCINGS: No.

{ FAMILY INFORMATION }

SIBLING[S]: Only child.

PARENT[S]: Three unknown moms. (Gee Toriel how come your)

CHILDREN: Asriel, Chara (unofficially adopted), Frisk (semi-official), six other children of unknown names

{ RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual.

Alela Diane - Moves Us Blind

Forgotten words and pinewood kindling Built a fire that soon grew dim My helping hands became the undoing And I had to begin again

Time moves us blind Love me into nothingness, due east the sun Time moves us blind Love me into nothingness, due east the sun

It's been a few years since I've spoken Of quiet months I spent alone Fumbling around that big old house, honey Until you came along Until you came along

🙊 What would my muse say their biggest flaw is.

She’s just a silly old goat who worries too much! Ho ho ho. Carry on now children, no flaws to see here

⧱ What really is my muse’s biggest flaw

When it comes down to it, she’s a coward. She knows very well that she could have stood up to Asgore and prevented the war and the deaths of all the children he killed. She knows she could have made a difference. But she was unwilling to take that step, to face the consequences of that step, to face up to all her conflicting emotions and grief... so she ran.

Death Cab for Cutie - No Sunlight

When I was young, lying in the grass I felt so safe in a warming bath Of sunlight Of sunlight.

Vast open sky Could do no harm Like an embrace From mother's arms In sunlight In sunlight.

With every year that came to pass More clouds appear until the sky went black And there was No sunlight, No sunlight. And there was No sunlight, No sunlight anymore.

A lot of people apply this to Undertale for rather obvious reasons, but I think it applies to Toriel specifically in a really sad way. “Like an embrace/from a mother’s arms” is especially a Toriel-relevant lyric, but just the idea that she has hidden herself away, deep underground, far from her ex-husband or her role as queen or anything else from her old life, to live in the past and watch her adopted children die over and over and over...

First Aid Kit - Wolf

Wolf-mother, where you been? You look so worn, so thin You're a taker, devils-maker Let me hear you sing, hey-ya hey-ya

Whenever I hear this song, I think of the Dreemurrs (and Chara), and this beginning part always makes me think of Toriel.

There’s also the ending:

When I run through the deep dark forest long After this begun Where the sun would set The trees were dead And the rivers were none And I hope for a trace To lead me back home from this place But there was no sound there was only me, and my disgrace