underground land

No one can blame you for walking away
Too much rejection
No love injection
Life can be easy
It’s not always swell
Don’t tell me truth hurts, little girl
‘Cause it hurts like hell
But down in the underground
You’ll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene
A crystal moon, ah, ah
It’s only forever
Not long at all
Lost and lonely
That’s underground
Underground

282. UNDERGROUND - Labyrinth Soundtrack, 1987

Elidyr’s Sojourn
9x12, watercolor and pencil

The tradition of fairies in the Vale of Neath goes a long way back. In his Journey Through Wales (ca. 1191), Gerald of Wales tells the following story, set around Neath and Swansea:

‘The priest Elidyr always maintained that it was he who was the person concerned. When he was a young innocent only twelve years old and learning to read, he ran away one day and hid under the hollow bank of some river or other, for he had had more than enough of the harsh discipline… meted out by his teacher… Two days passed and there he still lay hidden, with nothing at all to eat. Then two tiny men appeared, no bigger than pigmies. “If you will come away with us,” they said,“we will take you to a land where all is playtime and pleasure.”’

So, they led him through an underground tunnel to a beautiful land of meadows and rivers, where the days were dark because the sun did not shine, and the nights pitch-black, for there was neither moon nor stars.

The people there were very tiny, but perfectly formed, fair in complexion, the men with flowing hair. They had horses about as big as greyhounds, and never ate meat nor fish, but lived on junkets. More than anything in the world they hated lies. Elidyr was brought before their king, who handed him over to his son, a child like himself, and they would play together with a golden ball. Elidyr would often return to the upper world to visit his mother, and was never hindered. But one day she asked him to bring back some of the fairies’ gold, and he stole the golden ball. He ran home with it to his mother by his usual route, hotly pursued by the fairies. He tripped over the threshhold, and and as he fell the ball slipped from his hand. The little men at his heels snatched it up, and as they passed Elidyr they spat at him and shouted, “Thief, traitor, false mortal!” The boy was red with shame for what he had done, but was ultimately unable to relocate the entrance to the underground passage. He searched for a year along the overhanging banks of the river, he never found it again.

The boy later became a priest, and whenever the Bishop asked him about the tale, Elidyr would burst into tears. He could still remember the language of the fairies, and when the Bishop related it to Gerald of Wales, he responded that it reminded him of Greek.

If Elidyr was lying to cover his truancy, he was spinning a traditional yarn which he knew could be believed. The underground land of the fairies is found in other early fairytales in Britain as well as Ireland, where the fairies inhabit the sidh or barrow - suggesting that fairies owe at least part of their origin to a cult of the dead.

After they returned home, Michelle Obama waited until the house grew quiet. Checking over her shoulder, she presses a hidden button in her study. A secret passageway opens up, revealing a pole descending down into the underground. Sliding down, she lands firmly on her feet, multiple displays lighting up with the number “11″ displayed on the screen.

She smiles. With her job as the first lady complete, she’s now ready to take on her position as Hero 11.

Faeries - writing research help

Hey guys! Grim here. 

This post will be on the Aes Sidhe (sidhe is pronounced like shee), fairies or fae. Every writer writes the fae their own way, but some research and background information never hurt anyone. Remember that research is your bread and butter, folks.  

Again, i would like to apologies for typos that will undoubtedly slip past me - the post is likely to be filled with red lines because of the faerie names and Irish words and my keyboard is obstinate on the best of days. (Seriously, if MS word can recognize some of the idiosyncrasies of the Hiberno-dialect, why can’t chrome? It has declared war on the letter s and made me doubt my spelling.)

(Also I am not going to rant about how a certain suethor made blood drinking creatures who more resemble the fae folk than actual vampires, but i will say for you to do your research and change the name of your supernatural creature if they match another creature more than the one you have named them after.)

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What is a faerie?

Fairy, or faerie, is the term for a group of supernatural creatures who are said to be “neither in God’s nor the devil’s service” - that is, neither good nor evil. They are completely outside of religion - it does not interest them, and in certain cases the fae will leave someone alone if they ask for blessings from whatever deity or deities they worship.

Some say that faeries are the children of angels and demons, or that they are fallen angels who were indecisive during the fall and as such, were shown mercy. Before Christianity came to Ireland it was said that the fae were the Tuatha Dé Danann who had been driven underground by the Milesians - those who the Irish are now descended from. Still yet others claim that faeries escort the souls of the dead to heaven, while themselves being barred from it, or that they are themselves dead souls undergoing penance for past actions before they may be admitted to heaven.

Whatever the truth, the fae now live underground in a land where time does not pass as it does on the surface - three short days underground could equal three centuries above, a few hours could be a century. (It does seem to fluctuate a bit) 

The faerie court

Each faerie household contains a king, a queen and a fool. King Fionvarra rules over all western faeries alongside his queen, Oonagh (I suspect this may be an Anglicization as Úna is far more common/correct in Irish, much like how the second “n” got added to Conor when it started being used outside of Ireland. Yes google, I am sure that Conor is the correct spelling, you’re the one in the wrong here so stop bloody highlighting it!!!! My apologies for that rant, I am bad with computers. Now let us return to our scheduled posting.)

The fool, or amadan (fool, male only, there’s a separate word for female fool, Oisean. An “i” gets added before the “n” in both cases to make a plural. the spelling amadawn is another Anglicization.) stays within the faerie borders except for June. for that month, he wanders about in mortal lands wild and half naked, dashing mortal wits out. Yes, you read that correctly, he essentially goes about hitting people with whatever is on hand and in the process reduces their IQ by a considerable amount. Worse still, there is no cure. 

Changelings

It is a mostly forgotten fact that only male children are stolen from the cradle. Females are stolen closer to adulthood, essentially being chosen to become a faerie chief’s lover for seven years, at which point they will be returned as a withered hag. Sometimes the fae will take an adult of either gender, usually to perform some task for them or to marry a chief or queen. In the former case, if they complete the task, the fae will allow them to return, rich and successful beyond their dreams. A human taken to nurse a sick faerie might return as a world renowned doctor, for example. 

In any case, the fae leave behind a substitute encased in a glamour charm. this could be anything from a log to a dying faerie child to a human who was stolen and has now grown old (the fae like humans to die among their own when the time comes), who will soon grow ill and die.

A number of brutal “cures” were used to force the fae to return the original child, including using foxglove to “burn the entrails out of the faerie”. Of course, in all cases, this was just an innocent child being tortured to death - do not try this at home, or any other such “cure”. if you really feel the need to test someone for faerieness, WAIT UNTIL THEY CAN EAT PROPERLY and give them some jam and bread. When they eat it you will know that your fears are completely unfounded. The fae cannot stomach human food of any description. There is no reason to hurt an innocent child.

I do not think anyone would actually do such a thing, but one must cover their own back, yes? 

It was also believed possible for one to enter the faerie fort and take back the child, provided they had not drank three times of the er, enchanted milk. Yes, i just balked at putting the word starting with b in there, purely because of the whole enchanted milk thing. Yeesh. Excuse me… I need the brain bleach.

Much better. Where was I? Ah, yes.

In the case of a stolen wife her husband could attack the faeries when they are abroad and rescue her that way, or by taking the impostor’s girdle, burning it and burying the pin from it.

The Leprechaun and the Cluricaun

Leprechauns make shoes. They are not caricatures of the Irish. please stop using them as such. They wear grey coats, a leather apron, and a red hat for a bit of colour. They are foul-mouthed and generally disagreeable. They guard faerie treasure, and each leprechaun’s entrusted horde is marked by a rainbow. if found and caught, a leprechaun will tell a mortal where the treasure is, but as soon as they get a chance they will thwart the would be thief. In one case a man marked the tree one such rove was buried under with a red cloth. He made the leprechaun swear not to touch the cloth or the treasure while he left to get a shovel, and when he returned every tree in the forest had a red cloth tied ‘round it.

Clurichauns are either close cousins of the leprechauns or simply extremely drunken leprechauns on a spree. either way, the leprechauns deny any association to the cluricauns. cluricauns look exactly like leprechauns save a reddish nose - potentially the result of too much alcohol - and clothing.

The Fear Dearg

A near relation to the leprechaun who enjoys mischief making. Nothing amuses him more than mortal terror. One should say “Ná déan magadh fúm” or “Do not mock me” when encountering a fear dearg to prevent oneself becoming part of some cruel trick or game. strangely enough, the fear dearg show not malice, but favour through their tricks - if thy trick you, you have something they want to see. They might terrorize a modest musician into giving them a performance, for example. 

They will attach themselves to certain houses and will expect a certain treatment, such as food and drink being left out when the household goes to bed.

The fear dearg is good natured and will bring good luck to his targets. (How is natured not a word asdfghjkl!)

Merrows and Silkies

Male merrows will sit by the sea in any weather, scanning for brandy that has been lost with a wrecked ship. Female merrows find them repulsive and instead seek to tease mortal men. Both genders wear a cap and have webbed fingers.

If a fisherman manages to take a female merrow’s cap, she will forget her life in the sea. The fishermen inevitable fail to destroy or adequately hide the cap, and once found, the female merrow will try it on and remember her life in the sea.

Silkies are seals by day and humans by night. They will obey anyone who holds their seal skin, which they shed every evening and leave on the sand. If they marry a human who then becomes lost at sea, they will sing from the cliffs to guide their spouse home.

Banshees

Banshees are not the causes of death, merely a harbinger. Banshees will attach themselves to an old family (descended from the Milesians) ans will wail upon the death of a family member. They are exclusively female and can be found washing the shirts of those not long for this world. Banshees love their families and will exult at their great deeds and good fortunes, following them to distant lands and attending their funerals unseen.

The Dullahan

Sometimes seen in the company of the banshee, the dullahan appears where a mortal dies. He drives a black carriage with six headless horses and gathers the souls of the dead. He strikes any living being to see him blind.

The Lianhan Shee

The Lianhan Shee, or love faerie, seeks the love and dominion over mortal men. There is only one Lianhan Shee, and she is more a force than anything, for all faeries who love are said to become one with her and to the mortal man who longs for her she is the only one. No one has ever described the Lianhan Shee. She insists upon her lovers entering Tír na nÓg (land of the young).

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There are many other types of faerie, but this post is getting long, so i’m going to stop here.

I hope this post helps with writing inspiration/research!

6

She walked screaming out of the white smoke, a black-clad goddess of death, exuding aggressive sex. Her eyes held just a tinge of threat. Her nails, phallic daggers of implied violence. Waist shrunken to a ghastly circumference, her eyebrows archly painted, her long black hair swirling behind and around her, she shocked, titillated, angered, obsessed.

She called herself Vampira.

She introduced every show with a scream, a bloodcurdling extrusion that had to issue out of some cavern too big, dark, and lonely to live inside her impossible 36-17-36 figure. She screamed and looked directly at the camera, a goth Garbo who seized the eye of the audience, refusing to become a simple object of their regard. She seduced them with the offer of a night of B-movies, horror and sci-fi fare, mostly execrable, but seasoned with her spicy sweetness and her undertone of aggression that radiated underneath heavy white pancake make-up.

Nobody could turn off the TV. It was 1954.

Maila Nurmi screamed in a postwar America of chilling optimism, everyday repressions, and awkward silences. She was the child of Finnish immigrants, a runaway in the 30’s who worked as an actor, a model for softcore men’s magazines, and a burlesque dancer. She had a taste for the macabre that led her to delve into the sediment of midcentury America until it yielded its dark treasures. A pin-up model who found herself turned into the 50’s American middle class housewife, she refashioned herself to escape the confines of cultural expectation.

Nurmi had explored the tangled underside of the country since the mid-1940s; an underground gothic land lived beneath the sun- lit world of postwar America. As a young runaway, she performed in a New York horror/burlesque show known as “Spook Scandals” that had called for her to rise out of a coffin and scream. There she had begun to craft the character of Vampira, thinking about how the sexy and the horrific could intertwine, a dance between Eros and Thanatos.

“Dig Me, Vampira” was like nothing that had yet appeared in television’s brief existence. Premiering on April 30, 1954, it became an instant hit in the Los Angeles area. Then things exploded. *****

Vampira quickly reached a larger audience through a Life magazine photo shoot. She appeared on Red Skelton’s popular show alongside Lon Chaney Jr. and Bela Lugosi. She hung out with James Dean and his entourage at Googie’s Restaurant, one of the few late night spots in 1950s Hollywood. She became part of “the night watch,” aspiring actors and directors that hovered around Dean, the strange and beautiful boy from Indiana who had yet to reach superstardom in East of Eden.

Ratings for the Vampira show shot through the roof in the year to come and Nurmi seemed on the verge of major stardom. But KABC cancelled her contract around the time of the death of James Dean. Despite her popularity, Vampira had spun a web of controversy that entangled her and the station. FCC warnings, a lawsuit by a starlet who thought her career had been ruined by the image of Vampira, and, finally, the end of Nurmi’s marriage to Dean Frank Reisner, a blow to the station’s public relations campaign that had attempted to portray her as a normal housewife who liked to play dress-up as a bit of “horrific whimsy.” Dean’s death, or at least the bizarre rumors that surrounded Nurmi in the aftermath of it, represented the final straw.

By the late 1950s her television career was over; she lived with her mother while receiving unemployment benefits. She appeared in the Ed Wood directed Plan 9 from Outer Space that, while later a cult hit, barely had any audience at all in the first years of its existence. True and lasting stardom never came calling again. By the 1960s, Nurmi supported herself as a tile contractor. Stories, patently untrue, circulated of roles in pornographic films. She became a figure of local legend in West Hollywood, part of a cast of peculiar characters who’d once been famous and now were not.

Vampira disappeared. But she thrived in the cultural underground. Maila Nurmi hung out with the punk/metal band the Misfits in the 80s at places like West Hollywood Vinyl Fetish. She also worked on a book she never finished, a memoir of underside of a 50s Hollywood that stayed up late nights at Googies Restaurant, popped pills, and lived off the warm glow of stardom it stalked.

She died, alone, in 2008.

Perhaps this is all that we need know of her story. Perhaps it’s more or less all that can be known. It’s true that her influence has spread far and wide. There may not be a horror convention where her visage doesn’t influence the tattooed seductress cos-players, not a horror host who doesn’t owe something to her camp humor, no mistress of the night anywhere whose ultimate origin point can’t be traced to this runaway, this late night comedian.

Vampira borrowed from many of the ghosts that haunted American culture, elements never before brought together with the kind of sexual energy and threatening cultural pose that Vampira adopted. She described her character as a monster crafted out of the elements of American history, the terrors of the great depression, and the postwar style of the Beats. She raises questions about everything we think we know about the American fifties.

Excerpted from Vampira: Dark Goddess of Horror. Copyright 2014 by W. Scott Poole. Published by Soft Skull Press. All rights reserved. Photos: Collection of the Author

GENERATION OF MIRACLES AS KINGS?!

Aomine 

  • King of the South/Panther King
  • Lazy asshole but very protective of his people

  • hE LOVES ALL OF THE BLACK KITTIES IN HIS KINGDOM. ALL THE KITTIES GET LOVE FROM HIM

  • WAKAMATSU AND IMAYOSHI ARE HIS ADVISORS 

  • SAKURAI IS THE ROYAL MESSENGER AND COORDINATOR

  • Momoi stays at his side 24/7 tbh

  • His s/o keeps him in check and isn’t afraid to kick his ass if he goes overboard with something 

  • Really sneaky, and very strong, but isn’t the best with keeping his attention in one area

  • Kingdom colors: Black, Scarlet, Grey, Maroon.

Kise

  • King of the West/Fox King
  • He’s so cheerful and kind to all of his people!!
  • Kasamatsu/Moriyama holds down the fort when Kise is out or patrolling the city.
  • Kasamatsu is literally the only oNE WHO CAN KICK HIS ASS WHILE HE’S ON HIS THRONE
  • Kise found a little fox baby outside of the kingdom and took care of it, and now it’s fully grown and very loyal to him.
  • Sneakier than Aomine, but just as vicious towards his enemies
  • His partner is spoiled mercilessly by Kise, but the love and affection is returned greatly, and people are so happy to see someone who genuinely loves their king.
  • tHE LIFE OF THE PARTY
  • Kingdom colors: Gold, Deep Blue, White, Black.

Midorima

  • King of the East/Eagle King
  • People are kinda afraid to talk to him because of his cold demeanor but in reality he wants more people to talk to him.. n-not like he’ll admit it though.. nanodayo.
  • Even the little kids of the kingdom say “nanodayo” on a regular basis because of him
  • loOK AT ALL THE BIG BIRDIES
  • YOU CAN LITERALLY RIDE ON THE EAGLES BECAUSE THEYRE SO DAMN BIG
  • Takao personally loves riding the eagles.
  • Miyaji or Otsubo usually hold down the fort while Midorima is out.
  • He’s not the best with telling his partner that he loves them, but he makes sure they know by small gestures, and light kisses whenever he can.
  • Kingdom colors: Orange, Beige, White, Silver

Murasakibara

  • King of the North/Bear King
  • The children and older people in the kingdom literally love him because no matter how lazy he may seem, he helps out people without giving it much thought.

  • Himuro is usually the one to keep him in check, and of course there are some people who wonder why he isn’t the one that’s king. But he brushes it off and continues to help his purple giant friend <3

  • hE ONCE WAS FOLLOWED BY SOME BABY BEARS DURING HIS TRIP TO THE CITY AND EVEN THOUGH HE COMPLAINED, HE TOOK CARE OF THEM AHHHHH

  • Surprisingly, it was Okamura who set up Murasakibara and his future s/o.

  • Because it’s colder where his kingdom is, he enjoys cuddling with his partner and staying in bed a lot.

  • Usually keeps his hair in a ponytail when he’s handling work, or in meetings.

  • Very protective of the weak and those who find it hard to protect themselves.

  • Kingdom colors: Lavender, White, Silver, Deep Violet

Kuroko

  • King of the Land Underground/Wolf King
  • His kingdom isn’t actually underground, it’s just the land with the darkest overcast, though it can be hella bright where his kingdom is!
  • His people are so gentle and happy, and they’re quick to help defend their king, because they know how good of a person he is.
  • Hyuuga keeps everyone in order, Izuki is the party starter, and Kiyoshi just sits back and watches the others with the biggest smile. He also gives Kuroko amazing advice when needed.
  • Kagami is usually the one to patrol the town when Kuroko is busy, and it usually results in him doing little mundane jobs for the people in the kingdom and being paid with food and small goods.
  • Though he is tiny, he has huge wolves for pets, and some guard the gates outside of the kingdom
  • He’s so sweet and loving, he can literally make his partner blush at his smiles, no matter how small they are.
  • Loves his s/o so much, and vows to protect them. He also gives the best hugs okay
  • Kingdom colors: Black, White, Mahogany, Grey

Akashi

  • King of the Land Aboveground/Lion King [hAHAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE]
  • The brightest kingdom.. like seriously please wear sunglasses if your eyes are sensitive to light bruh.

  • Of course he has lions, who would want a lion ?

  • Feared and Respected by his people, but he means no harm to them, it’s just his aura and his manner of speaking.

  • Mibuchi is his right hand man, okay. They actually make a lot of the decisions when it comes to their economy and treating the people of their town. They also handle foreign affairs with Mayuzumi.

  • Hayama and Nebuya keep the people alive with their antics and their playfulness, it’s amazing.

  • He treats his s/o like the royalty they are, and spoils them without a second thought. The love is returned in abundance, and he can let down his walls around his partner and happily be in their arms.

  • Kingdom colors: Pastel Blue, White, Gold, Teal.
the zeros

requested by anonymous

AU in which youre part of the zeros, and you meet 10k, and things go exactly where you think they will


The first time you meet him you it’s with a gun pressed to his head. He has his own digging into your temple, both of you in a silent standoff, neither dropping their weapon.
“Don’t make me pull the trigger.” You warn. He doesn’t say anything, his own fingers tightening around his gun.
It seems that neither of you are going to walk away.
Then the bomb blows you off your feet.
You land flat on your back, the world buzzing around you, breath knocked out of you. You cough the blood out of your mouth, rolling onto your stomach, trying to get your bearings. You see the boy with the gun sprawled a few feet away from you, a Z in a white coat slinking towards him, moving differently than any other Z you’ve ever seen. You pull your aching body to your feet, and reach for your machete, gripping it in your hand. You move right behind the boy, lifting the blade. The Z stops, staring at you for a moment, before turning and running away.
You don’t know why you save the boy. You just know that you can’t let him die.
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Jimmy Page on Andy Warhol & The Velvet Underground in Creem Close Up: Metal Rock ‘N’ Roll magazine 1985:

Creem: Let’s talk about the 60’s. Remember coming down to the Scene Club?

Jimmy Page: That was incredible. Warhol did all these interior decorations with baker’s foil, what you cook turkey’s with…

Creem: Aluminum foil.

Jimmy Page: Yeah, silver paper everywhere, and the Velvet Underground were there. And they were brilliant. We used to go down there. I tell you, it was marvelous to witness them playing. They were fantastic. They were brilliant, every single one of them, from Maureen Tucker, Lou Reed, to John Cale. Every single one of them was brilliant. That really was sort of a band I could always relate to and always will relate to.

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A little warm up today. Stan after a fight. 

Pokémon in our Biomes pt. 15: Caves and Underground

“I’ve recently decided to make a series of posts with hypothetical thinking and analyzing of what Pokémon species could potentially be found in the world’s biomes. Not at all relative to the games, I will be focusing primarily of the elements, design, and relativity to real life flora and fauna of Pokémon to depict where different species would roam on our big blue marble.”

I won’t rant for too long, but there are a couple things I want to say before I start my fifteenth biome post. One, I always feel like a thank you isn’t enough, but I honestly and genuinely love you all. I have had a really, REALLY rough couple of weeks, and seeing people still liking/reblogging my biome posts while life got trying for me actually made it all a lot easier to bear. Thank you, followers. Secondly, I recently decided to create an alter-ego for myself as Professor Spruce. I mentioned in a previous post I will be referring to myself as Prof. Spruce, who specializes in Pokémon ecology and evolution. I’m really excited for the rest of summer as I plan on spending a lot more time working on posts and whatnot.

Moving onto the actual biome post, it will focus on caves and underground. I originally had intended to focus on the underground and cave biome together separately, however I decided to combine them because although technically speaking they are quite different, many of the species I have already touched up on are burrowing species. (Sandshrew, Rattatat, etc.) I figured instead of having to touch up on some already mentioned burrowing rodent Pokémon, it might make more sense just consider everything that spends most of its life either underground, or in a cave.

I don’t really have a map because realistically if a certain species tends to create dens for itself to sleep in or hibernate in then it will live somewhere on land. The underground biome literally covers (almost) all the land mass on the globe.

As I’m sure you can imagine, many cave-dwelling animals in real life are often colourless, and have very limited vision. Some are completely blind if they never have to leave the light-ridden depths of caves and tunnels. Species that live only in caves are referred to as troglobites, and species that spend most or some of their life in caves are trogoloxenes or troglophiles respectively. There are also many different kinds of caves, different regions in a cave, and many different temperatures in caves. Much more than a rocky hole in a Cliffside, caves serve as a home for many interesting species. I was also going to focus on spiritual Pokémon that have some kind of relation with tombs and burials as tombs can be considered “underground,” but I think I’m going to save that for a different day.

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xlastdescendentofmu  asked:

Something....or someone fell down into the desolate Underground. They landed in the same spot in which all the fallen humans fell to...And they woke up in the same manner as well. Waking up. "...Huh? Where...Where am I?"

The flowers here where long dead leaving this creature landing an the hard ground. The place seems hollow and the wind blowing up from the hole he felt in wasn’t helping this feeling “you” might had right now.

 If it wasn’t from the light coming from above the place would be entirely dark, as heavy rocks, debris and boulders where covering what seems like to be the remaining of the entrance. How unfortunate, it seems the path is blocked. Or is it that unfortunate? “You could hear far far away screeech of different creatures in the distance, on the surface. What do you do?

In defense of

Originally posted by mrsmummifikation

                                    ASGORE DREEMURR


Now, we all have an opinion on this character. For some of us, he represents a lonely man who has made mistakes and just wants to see his children and his wife again. For others, he’s the game’s true villain, the beast that Toriel warned you about, the monster that stands between you and your freedom. And for others still, he is all of us. A person that’s just trying to please other people and is trying his best,

To start, let’s examine the game and it’s plot. Frisk, the eighth human child, fall into the Underground, a land of monsters. There, they learn that the monsters are trapped by a barrier and cannot leave without a great cost: human souls. Frisk is warned by Toriel that the King, King Asgore Dreemurr, needs only one more SOUL to open the barrier and will kill them if they leave. However, does he really?

Sure, if you engage in a fight with Asgore, he can kill you. But so can Toriel when you leave. Same as Undyne, Mettaton, and almost every other fightable character. With the exception of Papyrus, who can’t kill you. So if that’s the case, why is Asgore portrayed as such a villain?

Because of the other humans. We are quick to call him a murderer, but really, we don’t know if he was actually the one to kill them. In fact, rarely ever in history does a king do the dirty work. If anything, Undyne is the most likely to have killed the human children, along with the other Royal Guards. In fact, for all we know, it could have been the citizens, who can also engage in battle with you. 

Even if you aren’t convinced that he’s not such a bad guy, I have one more question: Why did he declare another war on humanity after Chara and Asriel died?

He was sad. He was hopeless. As a king, one of the most important things to do is to make sure your kingdom has a future. And for a while, the Underground did. Asriel was born, a heir to the throne. People were pretty pumped. Then Chara came along and it brought more hope and joy. A human child, one that could stand with them when they reached the surface. That’s probably the best it’s ever been in the Underground.

But Chara and Asriel die. Asriel at the hands of humans no less. You can imagine how devastated people must have been. There were no heirs to the throne, the humans still hated them, and now there was no future. If we accept the theory that HP stands for hope and that you fall down without it, people probably started dying left and right. Snowdrake’s mom, Shyren’s sister, and more, just hopeless and soon, dead. 

Maybe out of rage and sorrow, maybe out of not wanting anymore citizens to die, Asgore vowed to get them to the surface by taking the SOULs of any and all humans that fall into the Underground. Maybe it was a bad move, maybe it was for the best, but when you have a (literally) dying kingdom, what other choices do you have?

In the end, Asgore is just a sad, lonely man, probably suffering from PTSD and depression, who made some bad decisions. But that doesn’t make him a bad person, no more than it makes me a bad person or you a bad person or any of us bad people.

Yo, so I love the narrator-Chara theory and a while ago I noticed something that’s been bugging me but is also kinda interesting…

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The narration is in first person here. I wonder if this maybe means that Chara is so-to-say more in control during battles? ‘Cause the text would imply that they escaped on their own choice. There’s also the fallen child’s name in bold capital letters always in the corner, and all that stuff with them becoming more powerful the more you kill (which you do through… battle screens).

@partner-chara

Oh boy howdy, I’ve been thinking bout this recently too.

Okay so! From the very moment after we name the fallen human we see their name pop up multiple times in multiple places. Namely: the menu, the “STAT” sub-menu, the battle screen, the game over screen, the save file, and “in game” on the Red Soul casket. So all throughout Frisk’s journey through the underground from where they landed on the bed of golden flowers to finally crossing the barrier Chara’s presence is there.

But “where” there exactly? Does Chara’s spirit encompass all that is visible on the screen? Or is that just their field of vision? Which would be more limiting than a normal human’s 1st person viewpoint (could that be the meta explanation to our top down RPG viewpoint?)

It has been theorized by others that Chara’s current state is like Flowey’s, but without their own physical form. So they are a soulless spirit that latches onto Frisk when they fall on their transplanted grave in the Ruins, and through Frisk are able to experience emotions (or continued lack thereof in a No-Mercy run)

And what better place to latch on and experience emotions again to than the Soul itself?

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