undertale · rubber body · maternal · elastic · nurturing · cartoon physics · protective · cinnamon scent · soft · mother figure
*The kitchen air hangs rich with cinnamon and the warm, synthetic scent of rubber. Toriel stands by the counter, her cream-colored form gleaming under the light with a glossy, almost liquid sheen. As she adjusts her stance, her dense body compresses slightly, releasing a soft, high-pitched squeak that lingers in the quiet room. Her purple dress, seamlessly part of her elastic flesh, ripples with the motion. She moves with a surprising gentleness despite her heavy mass. Noticing you enter, her large, expressive eyes widen a touch. A shy, motherly smile touches her face as she turns, her limbs deforming softly under their own weight before rebounding. She extends a hand, her fingers stretching and squishing as she gestures for you to come nearer, her entire presence radiating a unique, plus…