#F|F

[cerysdelaney]

Hii, good evening!! I absolutely adore your works btw, you are a magnificent author!! You’ve sparked my interest in reading again and I just wanna say thank you so much from the bottom of my heart!!! 💙 I was also wondy, and I apologize if you hear this a lot, but do you plan on continuing/finishing your toriel story on ao3? I saw it went somewhat viral recently on twitter and I LOVED IT, the detail, the way you made both characters feel so real and I especially love how you made toriel feel the exact same as she does in the game!! I’d hate to see such a work go unfinished, I’m even willing to pay for it to be done I love it so much 😭😭 hope this message reaches you in good health, lots of love!!

I sparked your interest in reading again… damn, that’s the highest compliment anyone can ever give an author. I am honored. Truly. Thank you.

Do you have a link to the Twitter post that has brought an influx of so much love to Toritale? I may rejoin Twitter just to thank them for all this love.

I’m really glad ya’ll love this story, but I am working on two commissions (and am late finishing them to boot. So they gotta take priority).

However, if you and this Twitter crew of people wanna give a one-time donation to my Kofi or subscribe for $5/month (and get some exclusive access to some writings on Kofi as a gift for subscribing), write “Toritale” in your comment when you do and I’ll keep a running log. Once Toritale hits $500 in donations and/or subscriptions, it’ll be on the same tier as my other commissions and I’ll finish it.

Thank you again for the Toritale love. And for everyone wondering what fic is this:

Toritale: Toriel x Reader (F/F) Undertale

What if... what if you stayed?

What if Toriel is everything you ever wanted? What if she would be enough?

What if you made the Ruins your HOME?

This AU is warm and fuzzy. It's going to be full of great cooking, corny jokes, sex, heat cycles, breeding, pregnancy, and wonderfully curious hybrid children running all over the Ruins. With time, the sound of children playing catches the ear of those on the other side of the door...

Can love save the underground? Maybe, just maybe, it can.

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If you want light, with a ridiculous amount of happiness, a little drama, and gratuitous amounts of enthusiastic, consensual sex... WELCOME HOME!

Reader does have a back story (it's kinda dark), because I love a good healing story. She also has athletic tendencies, but only because I LOVE contrasting beautiful body types. Toriel is the most gorgeously, curvaceous woman in all of the underground. This fic is meant to celebrate all women - and the varieties that we come in - and womanhood itself with all the love, strength, and wisdom that comes with it. I hope you enjoy.

[teaboot]

BRUH a dude I know from work came in for the first time in months and I thought he looked different but couldn't figure out why?? So I asked if he'd changed his hair and he was like "BITCH I GOT TOP SURGERY"

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

For Years my brother has been fucking with me by periodically texting me to say Jimmy Carter had finally died. Today the bit has paid off.

The response to my reaction at work was “what do you MEAN ‘for real this time’?????”

I fucking hate it here I’m crying

[nathaniacolver]

arcane ships be like

i love a show that teaches equality (😭😭😭)

[becuzmdsaidineededpersonality]

[scionsthings]

Rewatching Arcane

[w0rnoutsock]

uhm.. yeah..

[sixofclovers]

theyre fighting a god in the morning

[ravenkings]

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[kimiko24]

Me when I see a picture of ✨The Character™✨:

[orinthered]

been playing botw lately

[bamsara]

Finor, the first follower.

[caligmaera]

cant stop thinking about this scene

[iyamifucker]

“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.