Why is there no fandom for The Underland Chronicles? It’s my favorite book series of all time, but no one has read it!
If you don’t know what it is (which most people won’t) it’s a series of books following Gregor and his two year old sister, Boots, as they fall through a grate in their laundry room in New York, and end up in The Underland.
The Underland is a world filled with giant creatures, rats, cockroaches, spiders, bats, and other animals. Humans live there as well, except they are not giant like all the other inhabitants, but they do have violet eyes, white (or very pale) skin, and silver hair. They have a series of prophecies about an Overland (Overland = our world) warrior, who will save them from their enemy. Of course, they think this “warrior” is Gregor, so he’s off on a quest, (but he’s really only going to find his dad who disappeared several years before).
And, I know what you’re thinking “Oh, great, another one of those stories” I agree that the plot line is starting to become overused, but trust me, this is a unique story.
Reasons to read:
1. Gregor brings his two year old sister on a quest in which they will most likely die
2. Some of the characters are giant rats, bats, cockroaches, spiders, and mice,
3. rootbeer can save lives
4. well-written prophecies
5. people making questionable actions
7. This book was written by Susan Collins, but it is nothing like The Hunger Games
8. In depth characters
9. A plot that actually has layers to it
10. good development, motivation, interactions
11. Questionable actions from the “good” side
12. Ripred. He remains one of my favorite characters of all time.
Anyway, I have no clue where the fandom is, but it needs to exist.
For those who don’t know about the locusts check this out- (x)
Also this (x) (To y’all remember this: lmaoooo am i right?) and then all of this (x) but mostly that first one.
I’ve only returned to my room a few hours ago and I’ve been
too tired to try to sense if anyone was hanging around. So then when I was in
the shower later that night I decided to try and see if I could feel anyone’s
As I was scanning the area, a voice, old yet energetic, ringed
in my ears, “I can feel you trying to tap into me. Why not come out and show
yourself.” They definitely sounded more curious than aggressive and I tried to
focus my senses on them. Slowly, an image of them began to form in my mind’s
eye. What I saw was a giant cockroach sitting on the table in my room smoking a
“Uh, I’m naked…and in the shower,” I replied. Even though
they’re spirits, I don’t like to show my naked body to them and more
importantly, I didn’t want my roommate walking in on me standing there talking
to a table while not wearing clothes.
“All the better. Ehehehe,” they chuckled, “Come out like
I was a bit taken back by that comment but managed to utter
a simple “No…” which made them chuckle some more. I tried to bring the
conversation to a more constructive route by rallying off a bunch of questions.
“Who are you? What are you doing here? Where are the locusts?”
“Locusts? They’re gone.”
“Really?” was all I could muster. I was greatly upset by
this. I had really enjoyed talking to Morier, Leo and the others so to not be
able to do that anymore was a great loss. They had taught me so much about
insect spirits and spirit work in general and I’m very grateful for that.
Basically, if I never met them I doubt I’d be where I am now with my level of
spirit work. I mean, hell, if it weren’t for them I would have never met Lady
The roach puffed on their pipe, “Yeah they met up with Cupid
(swarm leader who came from Georgia) and his swarm and left for the south, the
lower Americas.” I remembered that Morier did tell me (or well insinuate) that
locust spirits are more abundant in Central/South America.
“That’s sad. When did they leave and do you if they made it?”
“About two weeks ago, they should have made it by now. But
don’t worry, Granny’s been taking good care of your place. There haven’t been
any fights or anything.” I was a bit surprised to hear her call herself “Granny”
though what did I expect considering that I broke the number one rule of being
an insect spirit worker.
“I was a bit far away and I could sense you from all the way
over there. How come?” not the brightest question but one that I asked anyway
as I tried to finish up showering.
“Because I’m old and powerful,” she declared with another
“Or maybe I’m just that good at sensing,” I rebutted. Don’t
know why I felt the need to be a prick but I’ll blame it on the exhaustion.
She wasn’t amused. “Don’t let it go to your head,” she plainly
My mind went back to the original topic, “Do you know of a
way to contact the locusts?”
“They’re too far to contact from here,” she then chuckled,
she really liked chucking, “But if you’re so good at your sensing abilities
then it shouldn’t be a problem for you.” I decided not to reply to that either
worried that I’ll say something stupid again or that I my comeback would suck.
I don’t remember. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off with a
towel. After putting my clothes on I went into my room where the roach spirit
“There you are!” she exclaimed almost jumping off the table
in the process. “You’re a little shorter than I expected.”
“Yeah, that’s usually how it is,” I said as I sat down at my
desk. I took out my phone to start writing down the conversation with the roach
“You’ll work just fine though, just fine,” she said
“What does that mean?” I warily questioned. I get a short
flashback to the fly rapist god (which btw I recently saw his form and it wasn’t
“so beautiful that I would worship him as soon as I saw it” like he said. I can’t
even describe it. It was terrible.) and instinctively raised my defenses. I
didn’t think she had any relation to him but the sudden recollection was enough
to make me suspicious as to her motives.
She walked over to where I sat, holding my gaze in her
golden brown eyes. “You’ll see.”
I shook my head, “I don’t want to.”
She let out a hearty laugh, puffing smoke all around the
room. “I won’t hurt you,” she said, “I’ve been taking care of your stuff for
you after all.” If she really had been taking care of my room while I was away,
then I was grateful but I was wary about trusting her too much. But then again,
like I said, roach spirits are usually friendly and like humans in my
experience so I wasn’t too afraid of her.
“Can I share our conversation with others online?” I asked.
I always ask this of everyone that I post about unless they attacked me. And that’s
only because I don’t get the chance to ask them as they are trying to kill me.
“Oh yes!” she chirped, “and if they ever want to learn more
they should contact me.” That last part made me curious and I will ask about it
later in our talk.
“So what’s going on with the other insect spirits?” She
should know considering that she’s been camping out in my room all this time.
She put the pipe to her mouth and blows out smoke thankfully
not in my face, “The others have been minding their own business. They don’t
come around too much cause there’s nothing here for them without you to give
them offerings. Though there was this one moth that came around looking for
I put my face in my hands and groaned “ughhhh moths.” Looking
back up at her I added “And what about bees?”
She seemed confused that I would ask that question. “Bees?
Well bees are everywhere. You can easily get in touch with those.” Looks like I
know what I’ll be doing in the next few days.
Out of my peripheral I saw a pink flash land on the desk.
When I looked over, I saw Raphael sitting on my laptop. “Stop listening to her.
She’s senile,” he growled.
“That’s rude to say,” I countered. I mean she was standing
“Trust me.” It sounded more like an order than a request.
“I don’t know; I mean she seems to know a lot.” It’s not
that I don’t trust Raphael, it’s just that he seems quick to dismiss other
spirits often even when it’s a little unwarranted.
“The only one you need to learn from is Lady Vendetta,” he
“Hmmm,” was all I replied with. I was contemplating whether
or not to remind him that Lady V was the one who told me that it’d be better for
me to learn from personally meeting different insect spirits than to have her
tell me everything (or really anything) about them. Raphael’s a pretty loyal
servant to her so I’m not surprised that he would say that. I still love him
This is where Granny stepped back in: “This one,” she
pointed at Raphael, “is so sure of himself and the people he trusts but what if
that were all to turn on its head? Would he crumble or prevail?” At the time I
thought this was Granny trying to prove that she wasn’t senile and was very
wise. I still think this so I don’t know why I began the sentence like that.
Raphael just grumbled something under his breath but he seemed to back down.
Granny turned to me, “And what about you?” she began.
“No please don’t analyze me. I’m going to post this online I
don’t want to be #exposed like this! I don’t need this in my life.” Yes, I
actually said all of that but I think yall should know by now that I don’t post
anything that I don’t feel comfortable posting.
“Friendless and alone, is that what you say? So you looked
towards what others don’t know as real. But what if it were to disappear? That’s
your biggest fear isn’t it? That all this: the relationships, the knowledge,
the one thing that gives your life a purpose isn’t real?”
I sat silently for a bit before saying “hmmmm but I know it’s
real so ha nice try maybe next time.”
“Ehehehe, I wonder,” she chuckled. Raphael just looked over
at me and I could tell that he wasn’t really paying attention to my psychoanalysis™
because he was too busy thinking on his own.
I decided to move on from this topic, “So you said something
about teaching others? What will you teach?”
“The history of insect spirits,” she replied.
“I might want that lesson.” I didn’t know much about the
subject after all.
“I like to get new students,” she began, “but it may be
boring.” I noticed that she had stopped smoking her pipe.
“It’d be a change from all of my classes. To actually get a
lecture I something interesting I mean. Is there anything else?”
“What else do you need? Once you learn the history you learn
it all,” she stated.
“So how can you be contacted?” I was referring to her
statement from before.
She moved her face close to mine, “I’ll be here always;
watching you sleep, watching you eat, and watching you study.”
I leaned backwards cause I was uncomfortable™, “I meant for
the others. You know? Online.”
She stepped back, “Why do they want to contact me?”
I was confused by her response, “To learn about the history
of insect spirits?”
“Who’s teaching that?”
“See”? Raphael piped up. When I looked back Granny I thought
I saw her wink at me.
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Relationship status: reading bedtime stories to giant cockroaches in my basement Favorite color: green and blue Pets:
two dogs and a bunch of spiders that
my room (it’s -10°C outside I can’t throw them out, you feel me?) Last song i listened to: Physical by Escape With Romeo Favorite tv show(s): Twin Peaks and Human Remains First fandom: I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast and you want me to remember this? Hobbies: drawing, writing, crafting, reading and horseback riding Books I’m currently reading: Person by Sam Pink
Located in Malaysia, this cave is home to a very large bat population–millions of them. It’s not the millions of bats that inhabit this cave that will leave your skin crawling, but the giant bat eating cockroaches. The cockroaches graze on giant mounds of bat poop, called guano, as well as the occasional bat or bird that falls onto the cave floor. If that still doesn’t creep you out then you should check out Gomantong’s humungo centipedes that eat the giant cockroaches.
[Fabelo’s] studio at the back of the house is crammed with half-finished canvasses and assorted sculptures that have come home from exhibitions. It is hard not to miss the giant resin cockroaches with human heads on a terrace outside. The grotesque creatures were until recently attached to the façade of an art museum in Havana.
i’m staying at australiansanta’s house tonight and he just yelled at a mosquito for looking at him and then suffocated me with bug spray immediately after telling me i’m a baby for being scared of giant cockroaches with wings PLEASE BEN
Special insect friend as promised! My roommate found this gorgeous Polyphemus moth out in the dorm open hair hallway. She came in and was like, “Erin, there’s a big monster out there.” I thought she meant there was a giant cockroach or something so I was like, “Oh I’ll go remove it.” But it turned out to be a giant silk moth :). I brought the moth in my room for a few minutes while I started a load of laundry so no one would step on it while I was gone. I released the moth in the campus nature preserve so hopefully it found a mate :).