Please Think About How Toriel Exists As A Purposeful Venture By Toby Fox To Create A "mom" Character

please think about how toriel exists as a purposeful venture by toby fox to create a "mom" character who isn't just there to write letters to the protagonist offscreen and act as motivation for them even though we barely know her and actually reacts realistically when innocent children leave her safe home to go on a dangerous adventure because of the inherent and rarely-explored grief and tragedy that come with being such a character in a video game, to be powerless to do anything but watch as both your children sacrifice themselves for a cause they ABSOLUTELY should not have to die for at their age, because that's your only role in the narrative, and you're the "mom," just there to make them pie, and whenever you find another child they always ALWAYS leave you in the same way and die and you feel like you keep losing second and third and fourth etc etc chances. if only you could redeem yourself. if you can save even a single child, that will make it okay, right? that will mean there is hope for you. this time will be different, you'll see. you'll destroy the exit to the ruins. you'll never let asriel and chara your dear fallen wards go again.

moreover, please think about how in deltarune chapter 3, toriel will almost certainly be a major part of the adventure. she will get to accompany her beloved child as they explore a strange, daunting new world, bond with them, learn more about their delightful new friend, FINALLY she will not have to simply stand there in the shadows. the tragedy of the nameless mother who never gets to look after her child in video games as they fight has been explored thoroughly, and now we can delve into something both delightful and potentially even MORE heartbreaking: the mother who HAS to watch her child fight.

on an unrelated note, y'know how the game over screen in chapter 2 has whatever companion you're with begging kris to wake up get up as they lie there, ostensibly dead?

...yeah. think about that for a second as well.

⠀⠀⠀𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ♡

below you will find 20 random and creative questions about halloween designed to help develop character personality and traits. such questions can also be used as ask meme or pov starters.

What is their favorite Halloween costume and why?

How do they celebrate Halloween? Do they attend parties, decorate the house, or avoid it altogether?

Are they superstitious? Are there Halloween traditions that they follow or avoid?

Do they like horror movies? If so, what are their favorites?

How do they react to scares or frights? Do they laugh, get nervous, or not react at all?

What would do if they encountered something supernatural on Halloween?

Are they brave enough to venture into a haunted house?

How would they deal with a zombie situation or Halloween apocalypse?

What are their favorite Halloween foods or treats?

Do they prefer trick-or-treating? How do they have fun on Halloween?

Do they believe in urban legends or local ghost stories?

How would they dress for a themed Halloween party?

Have they had a paranormal or unexplained experience?

Are they skeptical of supernatural phenomena or do they believe in them?

Would their get involved in ghost hunting or paranormal investigation?

What are their worst nightmares? Does it relate to Halloween in any way?

How would they react if they were cursed or turned into a supernatural creature?

Would they decorate the house to scare the neighbors or to provide a more light-hearted experience?

How would they choose their own Halloween costume? Would it be creative or classic?

If they were a classic monster, which monster would they be and why?

his body was a tiny morsel in the mouth of a big god. 

not always like this, his digital plastic and his digital bones and his digital-digital-digital darkness. not always like this, but you can give up everything for a lot less than you expected. a failed seed, a failed save, something going wrong. a corruption in a corruption in a data mainframe in a person in a phone-call-waiting-to-happen-unable-to-listen-please-just-one-more

digital colors bleeding into corrosive bad luck. maybe that’s why he liked — or will like — the Dreamer. the Lightner. the one who came to him. the big break in 44 years of a rotten run still running. a computer nobody cared enough to shut off. an email no one would kill. nobody, nobody, nobody.

his body was a tiny morsel in the mouth of a big god.

his digital plastic and his digital bones crunching under heels/paws/rocks/roots, casing popping open, joints unstrung on their own code, eyes a static haze; out of it, gone, communion with nothing but a one-time band who already played their set but wouldn’t get off the stage. sorry, call again later. sorry, break something that mattered-

the little doll body you were stepping on, walking by, sprang to life. Pinocchio, eat your heart out. pink and yellow glasses gleamed like car headlights with a bulb smashed in. There’s the clicking of a fist forming, and a finger raising, and then his jaw snapping wide as his half-voice piled through the wavelength.

" HEY THERE EVERY [[ On My Bones ]]   !!! MAKE LIKE AN [[ Archeologist College Degree for thsoe eligible- ]] AN D CLEAN UP IN AISLE   [[ help. ]] "

a string of incoherent, jarbled numbers scatter from his maw like a dream of losing teeth, high pitched and sped up. his voice’s tones and phrases spliced together in an adware program that was particularly strained on the ears; volume like a dial that never stayed still, akin to his twitching joints. An unfortunate facet of existence, but one, at least, still existing.

Man, it's really easy to step on someone when you're not looking where you're walking, huh?

My brainrot is getting so unbearable I have to throw this into the Jeanposting jar

" Oh! It's hallows-evening already! How fun! I hope everyone has a pleasant time as the moon shines and the veil is thinnest~! and remember to be mindful of ice! and unwrapped candy! and bears! and- "

... ( You plot your methods of maximum candy obtainment in a competitive manner as Ralsei continues listing concerns. You do not know how he knows so much. Probably Susie's fault. )

" Huh. I've heard the veil is thin during this time... Maybe it'll make escape a little easier? Who knows. Maybe I'll find myself able to join the festivities, with or without Father's permission. "

" You could add cops to that list. Every fucking year, without stop on my tail... "

" What. "

@tenebriism // starter call!

so much had changed in so little time. a legacy coming to life after ages of stagnation, bubbling in the dusty dark of a void unused and brought back to vibrancy, and with it came the stress and strain of change too quick to slow; but this, the rules card supposed, was simply the way of the Lightners.

he, the opposition to chaos. ironic, perhaps, for the nature of his ward; but he was not chaos in the way distilled that Rouxls was opposition of, and in this, neither were the Lightners. ━ for as rapid, as chaotic as the adjustments had been, as straining of the recent times, they were not of the same chaos, merely change. Life rearing its head and reorganizing, a deck shuffled, but not destroyed; he still amongst its cards, even as the cards places found themselves in a different home than the cold comfort of closet and abandoned class. Perhaps it was what led Rouxls to be so laissez-faire about his opposition to them, perhaps he was merely a coward, merely unwilling to change the rules, perhaps he knew better. ━ he did, at his heart. it was useless fighting change. it would always come. it would always win. so much less pain, to understand, and to let it pass.

but as Kris did the same by him, steady sound of armored footfalls through dark stone of the Prince's kingdom, Rouxls took to action instead. Boot heels scuff behind, hurried, to catch Kris; you could hear the sound of metal buttons clinking as he did. ( how hastily did this child move, or was it he, so unattentive-?! )

" Ah━ Younge armiger, i-if I could thieve a moment of thy time- or, better yet, accompany thineself briefly in conversation, I wouldst be much obliged-! I had a query for thee- "