#asgore x toriel

[dreemurr-skelememer]

I’ve been craving asgoriel and was wondering if you could just do a lil doodle of silly goat parents (totally fine if you dont wanna)

here u go anon

[kosmicplague]

Can you draw flowey with asgoriel parents please? 🥺

Yes I can!

And big thank you for being my first ever ask!! Really made my day 💚

Please refrain from copying, tracing, heavily referencing or using/reposting my art without crediting me and receiving my consent!

[lafillehonteuse]

I think Toriel and Asgore from Underswap would get on well together 🤔

[lawsh04]

"Tori, these vast lands are in our possession! Look how beautiful is here"

[henry-tem]

woaw me back? 😳

[dog-eater822]

So last night, I was thinking about ship names and something occurred to me. You know how a ship name is character 1 + character 2’s name? For example, (this is the only ship I can remember) Sans x Frisk = Frans. But then imagine people who ships Asgore x Toriel:

“What’s your favourite ship?”

“Asriel”

“…what?”

Or people who ships Flowey x Temmie talking to someone about their ship (Flowey + Temmie’s name sounds the same as their original name)

[minina-7431]

Hello @valvetlv, I am your Secret Santa! I wish you a Merry Christmas, have some Frans fluff to warm your heart tonight. :D Thanks to @venelona for organizing @secretsantafrans this 2022. <3

[5unny-lmao]

Undertale Asgore headcanon:

He and Toriel, both noble kids, met when they were young, going to the same private academy. She didn't show interest in him whatsoever. He was loud and obnoxious and got into far too many fights with the other boys. He, however, in true Asgore fashion, fell head over heels with her the moment he met her. He tried hard to impress her, failing at every turn— to be clear, most of his attempts at "impressing" her were by doing the things she found most irritating.

They were both around twelve at that time, and Asgore had recently lost his mother, leaving him alone in a big house with a nanny and an incredibly absent, harsh father. He took to coping with his mother's death by gardening, something she had taught him. He didn't want his father to see him doing such a thing, so he would stay after school with permission from his favorite teacher in the small greenhouse kept for science class, and the even smaller flowerbed next to it.

One day, while attempting to find a quiet place to study (and secretly search for snails while nobody was looking), Toriel stumbled across Asgore in the flower bed, wearing spare clothes his teacher had provided him, now covered in dirt. He stuttered, attempting to get across an excuse, but Toriel only sat down next to the bed. She smiled and told him that it was nothing to be ashamed of, gardening was a fine hobby. She found that being so in touch with nature was quite the virtue, and she had always enjoyed watching her family's groundskeeper work, keeping him company. Asgore asked her why she was only now giving him the time of day, and she told him that she was never interested in the activities that defined the boys in her school. She preferred a boy who was quiet, kind, and gentle. a boy who would respect her wishes and listen when she spoke. she was an intellectual, therefore, she preferred someone who spoke their mind rather than used their fists. The pair started to spend more time together, and Asgore started to soften. he listened more and spoke slower. He became the man his mother would have wanted him to be.

When the war came around, though, that started to change. he and Toriel had been married for years, but she began to see a new side of her husband. For the first time in her life, she heard him yell. He had grown into a big man and had a voice to show for it, low and rumbling. His voice was like thunder, and she didn't like it one bit. they were at war, though, and she knew she couldn't blame him for the man he became to protect his people.

When the war ended though, their relationship on the brink of collapse, Asgore promised to soften once more. The last time Toriel heard him yell was as the barrier was forced shut, him being the final monster thrown into the cavern. For years, he was quiet, his voice barely reaching above a whisper. The war had changed him— it changed everyone, none for the better. He had quite a long time to process and move on, however, and even if he never recovered, he knew he needed to bring hope to Monsterkind, so he pushed forward. When Asriel was born, Toriel saw her husband as the happiest he had ever been, and she knew in her heart they would be okay.

When Chara arrived, and the underground finally started to feel like home, Asgore's hope began to feel real. It felt like they actually had a chance of escaping the cavern, and it wasn't a pretty lie he told to keep the underground from going dark. Asgore was happy— his family was growing, and his children were gentle and kind, just as they had raised them to be. His voice boomed only when he laughed, and Toriel couldn't have been happier.

Then they were gone.

Toriel saw Asgore raise his voice one last time before she left, as he declared war on humanity once more.

She did not see her husband anymore when she looked at him. She did not see that boy, gardening in the warm afternoon. She did not even see a young boy picking fights in the schoolyard. She saw a monster, and she refused to look back.

When she left, though, Asgore once again vowed never to yell again. He was gentle, he was kind. He taught a young, loud girl how to fight without once raising a hand. A young, loud girl who reminded him far too much of his own youth. He tried to be the man his mother had raised him to be. He was the man his wife had wanted him to be, even if she was no longer there to care.

[wardtale]

something to post while I slowly complete Chapter 7 of Wardtale

[solusminds]

Future LHE Asgore & Toriel <3

[shattered-soul-au]

Some old artwork from 2016 when I first started coming up with the AU.

Originally it was just an excuse to draw more goat monsters.

These were the original designs for Rory, Jade (integrity), and Anna (kindness).

[samara-asaika]

If Storyshift had an anime..

[kosmicplague]

And then they kissed 💚

I genuinely love drawing these two so much, they're just the sweetest. I did this just for shits and giggles to play around with some very rudimentary shading. Let the lovebirds stargaze.

Please refrain from reposting, copying, using or tracing my art without my consent and credit!

[ben-guy]

Undertale Month Day 6: Home

UT month origins

< Day 5 < ★ Day 6 ★ > Day 7 >

Home? As in the ruins? But, like, before it was destroyed? A time period which only has a couple lines of dialogue to go off of? And now I have to do something with Toriel there? Two days ago, when I said my next three days were going to be Toriel themed, I don't think I actually had an idea for today. I probably just thought "yeah, she lived there!" and assumed inspiration would strike. As of writing this author's note, I'm actually still unsure what to write. -Okay, I asked for some advice and got an idea that I thought could be interesting. Not really my style, and it doesn't really match the tone of Undertale in the slightest imo, but it's written, so I'm posting it. Without further ado, day 6!

Toriel stood next to Asgore on an outcrop of stone overlooking the unfinished city. The engineers had discussed turning the vantage point into a balcony, but this was considered secondary to citizen housing and utilities. Not two months before, monsters had been falling down almost every day. The very will to live had been leaving their souls. Now, with something to put their minds to, spirits were lifting. The people began saying that the gardener king had planted the seed of hope. She looked to her husband. Their marriage had been officiated on the day of the city's founding, a symbol of strength and unity. At the time, bolstering the morale of the people had been the main reason they had decided to go through with that long forgotten fantasy of theirs. His reputation was that of a warrior king... but Toriel knew that this was not a role he fit into with ease. Once upon a time, he had certainly been the sort to boast of great feats, to smile as he sparred with his peers. Simultaneously though, he had been known to comfort children and to fervently speak of charity. War, however, is not gentle, even to princes. It is even less gentle to newly appointed kings. She had watched as Asgore was shaped into a sombre man. As his advisor, she had changed in similar ways. They had both carved pieces of themselves away, the pieces that did not help protect the people. Not that it had saved most of their people in the end. Recently, she had begun wondering if she could ever remember who she was before everything went wrong... if he could be reminded of who he was too. Reminded that his eyes did not need to sweep every room he entered, reminded that the city need not have only one door for the sake of defense, reminded that his trident need not have a razor's edge, reminded that he had once loved gardening and jokes and getting to know every citizen he met, and reminded that he had once loved her. From below, the sound of laughter was heard. Neither of them could remember the last time they had heard that sound. They allowed the seed of hope to find them too.

Next

[lawsh04]

Little commission for my dear friend

[shimbongulus]

I made another one. Brought to you by the Department of Goat Parent Propaganda.

(From this chapter of my fic.)