#Notes from Undergroud

[frozen-spaghetti]

Why Sans & Papyrus' are from Deltarune, and how it's so controversial

In the Deltarune fandom, I've been noticing some recent debate on whether Sans & Papyrus are truly from Undertale's world or Deltarune's world. So, I've decided to make a Tumblr theory post to cover several aspects of this! Enjoy!

Part I of this post covers the evidence, II covers counter-evidence, and III covers the controversy of it.

Part I - Are they from DELTARUNE's world? Here's some of the evidence:

• In the Genocide battle against Sans, he begins speaking about "going back." To where? Well.... • This is also a parallel to some of his dialogue on the Pacifist run. He comments to Frisk that he understands their feeling of longing to return home.

• However, this could just mean the surface, right?

• With that one line, Sans has made it clear that neither the Undergroud nor the Surface is his true home.

He also is the only returning Undertale character with absolutely zero outfit or theme song changes between games.

• Okay, but what about Papyrus? He's a totally different guy in Deltarune! He never goes outside, and in Undertale, he claims to have never seen a human.

• Well, I do have a few counters to this.

• As many fans will know, Papyrus confirmed in the Summer 2023 newsletter that he used to live in a place with green grass, such as the place that he and Sans on in Hometown.

• Now, that confirms Sans and Papyrus are both from the same world, and likely the Deltarune world as previously established. They also may have gotten the means to travel from the third skeleton, Gaster, who is all but confirmed to be a major player in Deltarune.

• As for why Papyrus acts so differently depending on the worlds; well... I don't subscribe to amnesia theory. It leans too hard into giving Sans the better treatment, so instead, I'd say Papyrus is purposefully in denial. How so? Let's read some dialogue from the King Papyrus ending.

All of this makes it seem like Papyrus is used to denial and making himself forget things. This seems to cast a new light onto that "don't forget." note as well. However, with all that out of the way, let me move on to addressing some counter arguments.

Part II - Merchandise, Dust, and Kris

• Okay, if Papyrus is from Deltarune, why does he dust? Berdly doesn't dust when he dies, and Sans isn't shown to dust either.

This is explained via the "fallen down" mechanism, when monsters are near-dead but are not fully dusted. This happens to Undertale monsters, and presumably Berdly as well. Berdly enters a deathly coma which is a major symptom of fallen down, and when Sans dies we don't see him dust on-screen. He possibly entered the state, and the reason we don't see him in the overworld is because he either already dusted, or he teleported away and remained in a coma. Due to the fact we earned an LV I'd go with the former.

Merchandise. Toby promised there wouldn't be merch of Deltarune lightners, but there's a Papyrus and Sans plush!

• Well, I'd say these are just based on where they appear first, they're branded as Undertale anyway. It'd be like if Smash Bros. Ultimate labelled Sans as a Deltarune character. For now, and likely for forever unless some crazy specific stuff happens, these two will be more associated with Undertale.

Part II.I - The Kris Argument

Papyrus has never met a human! Thus, we either can't see him in Deltarune or he's from Undertale.

Well, this is a fair point, but assuming Papyrus Denial Theory is true, him blocking away all of his memories of the Deltarune world could explain this! But even ignoring that....The skeletons are known to be quite the secretive sillies, even ignoring Gaster.

So in general, with all the counterpoints out of the way, why is this controversial in general?

Part III: Controversy

Many people argue that Sans & Papyrus being from Deltarune would be a case of poor writing.

Several have expressed concerns about how Undertale characters already have a game, and how multiverse stories in recent memory have often messed up, and how Toby could fall into said traps. Last thing we want is Bad Time Megalovania 2 Strike Back right?

I've also seen it be called "Toby leaning into fandom tropes" as well but to be fair, Toby created said tropes with lines by Sans and Alphys implying AU's exist canonically, and he himself pushes Sans as a mascot all the time, though he isn't the main character.

But yeah, with the several decent counterpoints explained away, it somewhat confuses me how large the group of people is that still deny Sans is from Deltarune is, albeit I understand their concerns.

So, since this seems to be really divisive these days (though generally most agree with me..)

I'd like to ask;

Do you think Sans & Papyrus are from Deltarune?

[yutzen]

Reminiscing by Candlelight

(Another from the archives, back to two of the earliest members, having a quiet moment adrift. Prompt by Impressions of Detail back on Cohost)

Candles in paper boats, set adrift on the blackness of an undergroud sea.

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"Come right onboard, Ziv. More than big enough for the both of us. Yes, right over there, to keep it balanced- no, right over there, you're not that heavy and you know it. Don't start. Mind the candles, the idea's to light them deeper in."

"Surprised? ...Yes, I've never been much of a traditionalist, haven't I? There's reasons for that. But this... this I can respect. Long story."

"...you sure about that, then? You're asking for the full story, you get the full story, you know I got Vel beat at rambling with the right topic."

"Lending an ear like yours, you sure spoil me, Ziv. Alright, where do I start... One thing about history, usually when you look into how a thing got started, how a given custom or group was founded... it hacks at the mystique of it. You get these beginnings that are stupidly mundane at best. And at worst? You find origins you should be ashamed of. Feats of heroism that inspired entire holidays, you look into it and you find exaggeration and fabrication. Entire people invented from whole cloth, and those who did exist were barely worth noting, if not outright cowards, or even thugs with cleansed names. You look at families that brag of their lineage, and you ever so rarely find anyone close to decent, with the biggest braggarts having their ancestors slathered in lies. And that is disheartening enough, mm?"

"Less than the Western kingdoms, but it still happens, yes. I get the feeling they're trying to make up for how little they have to brag about in themselves when they do that. Now, me, I don't have that problem... don't look at me like that, the Consortium isn't a kingdom and I barely even know who your mom is, let alone any of your ancestors. Do Vezarym just not look back...?"

"Anyhow, back on track. Lineages, events, holidays, and all the fabrication to go with them, that's problem enough. But those are just pieces of the whole matter. After that, you look at the whole. You look at your own country, the nation you're told you should be proud of... and you find that it began with a cataclysmic fuckup that all present should've seen coming. You find ancestors that were either so idiotic, or so awful, that they invited a horror to ruin everything they had. You find their mistake is haunting you and everyone you know to this day. You look over the horizon - that exact horizon right over there in fact - and see the consequences, looming right over you and everyone you know. And you think... did they even deserve to make it this far? To found a nation all around fleeing their own self-inflicted ruin? And asking that when you're nominally a part of said nation, and definitely one of their people... it takes the wind out of your sails, you know?"

"You don't need to- ...alright, fine, come here. Only because no one's seen us here. Just mind the balance. I'm fine, I've made my peace with it so far. It's why I'm doing what I'm doing... is this just an excuse to squish me? Don't-"

"Okay, good. I was getting to that, in fact. This encroaching, toxic darkness the East is infamous for, you know that one, yes? It's right over there... And, in fact, we could row to it right now if we wanted to. No, we do not want to, because we have better things to be doing than smashing every source of light we see, don't we? The thing is, said darkness wasn't always here in these caverns. It followed us here, after my ancestors tried to run from it. After calling it to begin with, mind you... And that last part is important, because it meant they also knew what they were dealing with."

"Mm~. It has everything to do with it, Ziv. You all keep forgetting that regular old darkness is just a lack of light, while whatever is spilling out the Exit to our old lands is something beyond that. Something that actively fights the light, even as it's fended off. Get deep enough and you can see it smother it out like someone pinching a candle's wick... which is a really appropriate metaphor now that I said it. Except that this darkness can't chose not to try and put the light out, because it's a force in itself, and like just about every tutor in Ishiss will tell you, forces will always mindlessly do what they do... that sounds better in my language, by the way."

"Good, you're catching on. The thing is, it's not steady: sometimes it pushes forwards, and it's good to be forewarned when that happens. So this all started, long ago, with some sentries that wanted to see it coming and have time to retreat and sound the alarm. So all around the edges of our territory, the border sentries would space out slow-burn torches, one after the other, and see when they flickered and died to know when it was time to raise the alarm. Hence the saying, Ushir-Ruq, "flame in the dark", when you've got something that's meant to fall first and act only as a warning..."

"...you've heard that one before?"

"Ziv, you have a talent in adding people to my shitlist, you know that?"

"Let's just leave the thoughts about toasting to me, mm? And leave them for later, I meant this as a wind-down. So, where was I... flames in the dark, right. So, the thing with Ishiss, it's got water borders too, and this particular lake is enormous. And the sentries couldn't just plop a torch in the middle of the lake for obvious reasons, and so, they instead resorted to setting candles afloat. Back then they were propped with cheap, light fungiwood, because they didn't need that many, just a few that'd stay put in this place..."

"Yes, the paper came later, right with those that weren't sentries themselves, it was cheaper for them after all. Some of the fishers and moss-farmers that lived by the lake saw these displays, these lights in the water, and for one reason or another started to add their own. Maybe they wanted their own warnings... or maybe they thought it was a pretty sight, watching these flickers of flame drifting in the still waters. Can't blame them if that's what did it... but soon enough, everyone who set out into the waters pitched in their own little paper boat with a candle of its own. And since we're Ifchi after all, everyone sets out into the water at some point or another, and so found these lights, and added their own..."

"It's a big lake, but I guess it did get crowded around the shore, because the border guard put some limits on it all, from what I could track - they got lifted ages ago, but still, it stuck. One candle per name, it was... and since this was paper, they kept track by simply writing said names on the boats. And then those that still wanted to keep the dark at bay or just look at a horizon full of candles, they started laying some for those that weren't there. Maybe it was an excuse at first, "you can't prove they didn't come and laid theirs down" while turning around and telling their pals, "all those lights are mine". But maybe it did start out laying a candle for someone who couldn't take to the water that day, and someone had the idea of laying one out for an old friend that couldn't take to the water, because they were too far away... for one reason or another. Maybe they aren't Ifchi, maybe they've moved to the other end of these caverns... or maybe they passed on to whatever comes next, if anything. Whatever the reason, you lit a candle in their name, and set it to sail in the dark. Because you hadn't forgotten them. Because you knew they'd be there with you if they could."

"Hand me a few, we're right in the spot for it. They're prettier up close, mm?"

"I don't go into Ishiss a lot anymore, you know exactly why. But the lake's big enough to get lost in, and what attention is just another boat gonna draw? Another one adding to the layer of lights that keeps the dark at bay, or at least under watch? No, it's peaceful here. No one's ever given me trouble out here, boat or not. It's... quiet, here. I've spent hours just looking at the ceiling, watching the quartz crawlers passing by, shining down on me... And honestly, adding a candle of my own, it's something. A little help to everyone down here, and a spit in the face of this darkness that tries to threaten us. Someone's gotta tell it to go fuck itself. And one for everyone else, mm? It's... well, more insults in the face of this stygian nightmare, sure, but it's... nice, to set out a pretty reminder. A light for memories' sake. A little acknowledgement for those that aren't here..."

"'Usherrimi Neshi Anei Var'... And that's mine. Yes, that's the whole thing, before you ask, you know how we are, but I feel if there's any place to use the whole name it's here... Now, I've been adding one for you for a few years already, care to do the honors this ti- GHOUF"

"TOO TIGHT-"

"Gah! Lords below where the fuck did you get a grip like that!?"

"Right, right. Look, I just... knew it's something you'd want to do if you weren't running all over the underground all the time, mm? It's the least I could do, like a bare minimum. It was about time you joined in on it, don't you think? Plus, I was never sure if Ziv-Ziri was the whole thing or not. And besides... I know you have a far more names to set afloat than I ever would. "

"Yes, that is in fact why I brought this many. I wasn't sure, so I overdid it just in case. Set as many as you can think of, it'll answer a few questions of mine. Here, a pencil... And a light~"

"You know me, Ziv, I wasn't about to not show off. And besides, looking into the water like this, with my gills like their own candles while the lake's still as a mirror like this... it's a treat of its own, mm? Still, take as long as you need, I can do this for hours if I want to..."

"...don't think I've ever told you this but I really like your handwriting. That might've been another reason, looking back."

[gregor-samsung]

Yeralti [Inside] (Zeki Demirkubuz -2012)

[circus4apsycho8]

debacle rewritten. | chapter i

Pairing: Gaster x Reader

Summary: Things changed when you were the first Special Agent to ever be partnered with a monster. History was made the day you shook hands with W.D. Gaster, the reclusive Royal Scientist of King Asgore. Despite his coarse exterior, the two of you grow to be a good team.

When a national threat emerges, you two are the first to be assigned to its investigation. It's a complex mystery - foreign to you in that it involves the use of magic to thwart evidence analysis. With your partner by your side, the two of you learn to navigate this new territory together.

Warnings: This fic will eventually contain large amounts of blood and gore. PTSD will be mentioned. Explicit language. Eventual smut.

A/N: Hello all! I just want to quickly establish a few things.

So, I got the opportunity to actually visit an FBI field office over the summer, and that's the inspiration for this story. I'd like to point out that the field office here and people on this branch are all fictional. I did my best to keep everything modern and realistic, but that will probably slip in some areas for the sake of the story.

Secondly, no political comments, please. I hear enough of it IRL and don't want it leaking here.

I think that's about all for now. I hope you enjoy! (Sorry the intro is so long, it's the last time it'll be this long!)

...

This is it.

A lengthy sigh escapes your lips as you straighten the cuffs of your suit for what must be the millionth time today. Nervousness bubbles within your stomach as you fiddle with your hands. The only noise present is the ticking of the clock mounted on the wall behind you. The chair you’re seated in fails to aid in your relaxation as your eyes flit about the office, eagerly awaiting the arrival of someone. Anyone at this rate. You aren’t sure how much longer you can just sit here.

A few moments pass before your anxiety grows too great for you to remain sitting. You stand, rubbing your face as you take a moment to breathe. Panicking won’t help anything. You have to give yourself credit, too – out of all your coworkers, your boss selected you to be the first human ever to be partnered with a monster for a federally-assigned task. This is a historic moment marking the unification of human and monsterkind alike ever since they escaped the Undergroud. As a result, you’re here – about to be partnered with one of King Asgore’s most trusted scientists.

Why me?

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear the door swinging open with a slight creak. You immediately turn to see who has joined you.

There stands your boss, Special Agent in Charge Warner Boothe. He’s a man in his thirties with hair done up more neatly than normal. You swallow, ceasing your fidgeting as you face him.

“Hey,” he greets, a taut smile on his face. You can tell he’s nervous too, which simultaneously comforts and scares you.

“Hi,” you reply. “Is it time?”

“Just about. I came here a bit early because I wanted to talk to you.” He steps inside, closing the door gently. He adjusts his tie as he faces you. “Look, I’m not going to lie. There are a lot of people out there. Paparazzi, reporters, news cast, security…it’s a lot. More than what we’ve dealt with in the past. It’s intimidating as hell, but you’re going to be great. Just be yourself.”

You grasp your forehead, sucking in a deep breath. “I’m…I’m about to be on national news. That thought alone is scarier than any job I’ve worked before.”

How are things going to change after this?

Warner chuckles, patting your shoulder. “In the time that I’ve known you, you’ve navigated even the most complex of challenges with a level mind and clear conscious. That’s part of the reason I chose you for this. You’re going to be fine. It’s just a matter of believing that yourself.”

You exhale shakily, nodding. Yeah. They’re just people who want to see what’s going on. And yeah, they may be broadcasting it for the whole nation to see…but hey. It’s a historic day, and you’re here for it firsthand.

“Okay. Thank you. I think I’m ready now.”

Warner smiles. “Good. I’ll show you where you’ll be waiting until I give the cue, which will just be me announcing your name towards the end of my spiel.”

“Noted.”

With that, you follow him out of the waiting room. The place is relatively empty, which makes sense considering the event today. King Asgore is here, along with Queen Toriel. They would be making a speech alongside your boss, presenting you and your new partner.

Eventually, you make it to the hallway leading outside to the patio, where you hear muffled voices. The door has been propped open by a weight. You step to the side, nodding at Warner as he smiles and exits.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to gather yourself. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. You repeat that over and over as you stare at the carpeted floor and dim hall. Pictures of previous Special Agents in Charge line the wall, and a lounging sofa has been pushed against the wall you’re leaning against. You can’t bring yourself to sit again, though. You’re far too jittery now.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we are ready to start,” comes a familiar voice. You recognize it as King Asgore’s.

You hear Warner’s voice come on next: “I agree. First of all, allow us to officially welcome everyone to the Ebott Field Office. Today is a landmark event that will further aid in the advancement of human and monster unification.”

“We have decided it is time we merge our resources, manpower, and intelligence in order to create a safer nation,” Asgore adds.

“And in doing so, we are creating a partnership. A very special partnership, at that – the first official monster-human team.”

“The formation of this team signifies the Federal Bureau of Investigaton’s alliance with monsterkind.”

“And it is now I introduce the Special Agent selected for this opportunity…” Warner says your name, which almost makes you lightheaded for some reason. Even so, you narrow your stare before taking a deep breath and stepping outside.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the sun’s brightness, but soon you see both Warner and Asgore smiling at you kindly. Asgore is dressed in golden armor, donning his massive trident. Despite his large stature, you can see the kindness embedded within his stare.

The crowd applauds, so you smile and do your best to relax as you step towards the center, where two podiums stand side-by-side. You wait behind it with your hands folded in front of you, noting that there is a pen on top of both podiums.

“And it is now I introduce the Royal Scientist selected for this opportunity… Mister W.D. Gaster.”

The audience applauds again as a tall skeleton walks out. He’s much more graceful than you are, and by the looks of it, way prettier.

He’s dressed in a white, long-sleeved button up covered by a pinstriped waistcoat colored black and grey. He dons a pair of matching black trousers and tie to complete the look. Two scars run in opposite vertical directions from his…eye sockets? In any case, there’s a pair of white pinpoints there too. And they seem to be focused on you.

Gaster stops when he’s directly in front of his podium, remaining silent as your superiors continue their speech.

“With the signing of the agreement, we mark the first partnership between the FBI and monsterkind,” Warner says as another Special Agent hands him the agreement. He signs one line before handing it to Asgore, who signs another line. He proceeds to give it to Gaster to sign. You watch as he signs his name with a few elegant flicks of his wrist before sliding the paper to your podium.

On this day:

September 5th, 20XX

An alliance was established between the FBI and King Asgore.

Signed,

Warner Boothe

Asgore Dreemurr

W.D. Gaster

And there, you sign your name, heart racing as you watch the ink form your name. Wow. This…this really is huge. You will yourself not to shake as you set the paper down, turning to Gaster with a determined stare.

Your mind seems to be on autopilot as you slowly raise your arm, offering your hand. He studies your gaze for a moment before smiling smally and encasing your hand in his, firmly shaking it.

That small gesture elicits a cheer and a round of applause from everyone around you. You smile, picking up the paper before handing it to Warner and looking out at the crowd one last time before you’re escorted back inside.

I think this is where I’m meant to be.

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

From Bad to Worse

From Bad To Worse by Monkeygirl77

Things come to a head on a Tuesday afternoon. It's not good. It's terrible. When Izuku turns his beloved Guardian, his raptor, Hawks, into a puppet by force. That's when things finally shatter. A rift forms between papa bird and fledgling, a deep rift, a rift of mistrust, of anguish, so deep that it's like the mariana trench. Hawks turns his back on the fledgling he adores with every fiber of his being. And Izuku? He vanishes. Gone in the dead of night, three weeks after Hawks stops acknowledging his presence, gone with the wind. No word as to where he was going, no note, no nothing. He's just gone. Yoichi panics. All For One rages. Shigaraki seethes. And Hawks shatters.

Words: 6332, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Hisashi, Sensei | All For One, Yoichi | First One For All User, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Class 1-A, U.A. Faculty

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku & Yoichi | First One For All User, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Nature

Additional Tags: Sequel To One With Nature and The Magic Treehouse, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Broken Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs Help, Midoriya Izuku Gets A Hug, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Quirk Fighting Ring, Undergroud Fighting Ring, Runaway Midoriya Izuku, Protective Yoichi | First All For One User, Uncle Yoichi | First One For All User, Good Uncle Yoichi | First One For All User, Yoichi | First One For All User Lives, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Yoichi | First One For All User Friendship, Protective Takami Keigo | Hawks, Parental Takami Keigo | Hawks, Good Parent Sensei | All For One, Good Parent Midoriya Hisashi, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Izuku's Parent, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Are Siblings, Protective Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Good Older Sibling Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Sad Midoriya Izuku, Mentioned Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Sadistic Sensei | All For One, Sadistic Yoichi | First One For All User

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39588936

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American-Rusian Relations: More Complex Than You Think, Mr. President

I love Russian literature.  Much of it is pessimistic, of course.  If a bright future lies ahead, it will come in another lifetime.  Certainly, that’s the view of Anton Chekhov. (Click) At the very least, I find this point of view eccentric.  A Russian countess in Dostoevsky’s Brothers Karamazov, for example, professes to love humanity but holds most individuals in low regard.  Then, there’s the unnamed protagonist in  Notes From the Underground.  The entire work is a peon to a life dedicated to being spiteful.    Given the rich, truculent inner lives of these artist’s creations, I’ve long wondered why the country has a history of submitting to Czars and tyrants.  Perhaps geography plays a part. Cut off from the sea, locked in what often is a frozen tundra, the country seems to pride itself in its isolation.  Even winter conspired to defeat invaders.  (Click) True, Catherine the Great (Click) ransacked Europe for its art treasures, and Joseph Stalin (Click) did the same. Yet like the character in Notes from the Underground, they seemed impelled to do so, not from admiration, but from spite. Democracy seems to have no place in the Russian psyche.  Certainly, the country’s flirtation with it was probably one of the shortest in human history.  Says Michael Kimmage, who reviews three recent books about that nation, Russia is mesmerized by its undemocratic past. (The People’s Authoritarian,” by Michael Kimmage, Foreign Affairs, July/August 2018, pgs. 176-182.)  It prefers the whip of a strong ruler because it hopes that whip might also break the west. Vladimir Putin, he concludes, isn’t a tyrant of his own making but a creation of Russian expectations.  To appear hesitant before the masses is to invite defeat.  Mikhail Gorbachev and Boris Yeltsin learned this lesson well. (Ibid, pg.181.) While we in the west stand amazed, Putin enjoys enormous support among his people.  Eighty-eight percent cheered his invasion of Crimea.  By challenging us, he fulfills the country’s aspiration: to see itself as unique and superior.  With or without Putin, Kimmage insists, “The Russian population will tolerate major sacrifices for the sake of prevailing in a confrontation with the west.” (Ibid, pg. 182.) He may be right.  Given what we glimpse through its literature, the Russian people seem to expect little personal happiness. Perhaps that’s why they are hostile to us.  We are too positive.  We exude too much hope   Though the populations of east and west are composed of the same species, our cultures may have driven us far apart.  Sending ambassadors to seek common understanding may be like asking Cro-magnon man to share a world view with Neanderthals. (Originally published 8/14/2018)    

[biscuit-drivels]

21, 22 and 62 (I think I already know the answer but you'll have to detail it now hhhhhh)

Haha, you know me too well :DDDDDDD esp when I consider 21 a 22 my lucky numbers. Astral connection never fails to amaze me.It is truly like I am responding only to you, because some references will be understood only between us :DDD So have as much fun reading as I had answering.

21. obsession from childhood?They probably mean an obsession I had as a child, not an obsession that continued into adulthood, don’t they? Because I managed to stick with only one hobby and that is writing :DDDD Idk, I had this weird fixation on horses and wolves :D This is why I can draw horses and dogs really well nowadays (not wolves tho, their anatomy makes it hard to make them look realistic - same with cats. The fur on their face makes it tricky. One wrong layer and you get a frilled lizard instead :DDDD)22. role model?Oy. Hedy? I can relate to her really well these days. Especially in my field, you know? Men still can’t understand that women can be both beautiful AND intelligent. And even though she tried to be acknowledged for her inner qualities all her life, in the end she suffered when she lost her beauty. Like I get that. People judge you by your appearance. If they find you attractive, they go easy on you. Even dressing up for an exam can help - even though the teacher is of the same sex. But deep down you should remember your true worth. It is time to quote that overused Little Prince quote :DDDDThe important things in life you cannot see with your eyes, only with your heart.62. seven characters you relate to?I. Margaret Hale - basically, everyone around her was being fucking useless and she had to take matters into her own hands :DD and when she needed help and comforting, she cried herself to sleep in her own room, there was no one to listen. If that doesn’t scream me…II. Scarlett O’Hara - she did what she wanted to do always :DDDDDDDDDD that’s my bishIII. the man from Notes from Undergroud, Dostoevsky - that is when I realised for the first time that good old Fyodor gets my loneliness and hermit lifestyle really well. I was what? 14 at the time? :DDD I still remember going to school and thinking “wow, this man really gets it” :DDDDDDDDDIV. Gina from Abigél - the poor cunt got bullied as soon as she switched schools, if that ain’t me :DDDDDDDd I can’t fit in anywhere. I always think changing the surroundings might help, but people are shit everywhere I go. Like this got better as I learnt some social skills and formed some shallow friendships, but :DDDD As a kid I dreamed of true friendships, instead I got gossip girls :DDD I have to watch my every word otherwise I might end up burning myself :DDDAlso, she insulted some people and regretted it later. I tend to snap like that at times. She made me realise the importance of second chances in life. Oy speaking of second chances ->V. Frederick Wentworth - I am headstrong and I can’t forgive people easily. I sometimes wonder what would change if I did, but I had my reasons for letting go of some people. But that question “what if” is still there you know?? I even wondered about contacting some people after I let them go, but nah :D I gave up in the end. They moved on from me too :DDDThis is why Persuasion is so meaningful for me as a novel. Because someone had mustered the courage, admitted that what they did was wrong and was willing to start over.VI. John Thornton - same with Margaret, he has those hardworking qualities that make me relate to him. When everyone seems to be born with a golden spoon in their mouth, nothing in his life seems to work out properly. When the bish is so reluctant to invest in speculations, I could relate. It is especially true in my life atm (you know why :))) )VII. Bertha :DDDDDDDDDD All these supressed emotions and someone will have to lock me up in the attic because I will try to set things on fire. From childhood I always had this strange fascination with fire :DDD I kept burning napkins and pieces of hair, and let me tell you, they burn quick. (it reminds me, nerd girl still hasn’t sent me the vid of me using that flame thrower shit from microbiology class :DDDDDDDDDD)

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Hello! A partner of mine well as myself are doing a sort of RPing with the characters of UnderTomb Chara and Asriel. Only that we’re doing them as “before” they went out of the Undergroud to get well, killed. Is there any given personality traits to them? Especially Chara? (And relationship with each other if necessary?)

Ooo! Yay, I’m glad you’re having run rping those two! : D Thats definitely an interesting set up too, so lemme give you some tips on their behaviors at the time. Feel free to change things to your liking, these can just be base points!

Humans in this AU are generally considered to be compassionate towards each other, given how dire things are they’d have to rely heavily on supporting one another. Its a safe bet that Chara was the same before they died mischievous but overall friendly. That’s part of why Toriel thought they’d make a good playmate for Asriel, who was also quite young.

Asriel doesn’t have as strong of an urge to consume human flesh, since he’s a younger monster and hasn’t had as much exposure to the sickness as the adults. He eats it because its what Toriel makes for him mainly. This is why when he first found Chara, he rescued the human instead of killing them, even pleading with Asgore to let them live.

Since they’re both children and Asriel hasn’t met many other sane individuals (being isolated in the castle), Chara and Asriel become fast companions to each other, both as playmates but also as support to one another whenever Asgore grew abusive, tending to each other’s wounds (the worst being Asriel’s eye) and consoling each other. Their bond grew very close because of this, and that is why they saw each other as siblings, despite being a human and a monster.-Quick note that once Chara stops eating the meals upon realizing its human flesh, Asriel actually grabs other kinds of foods for them when Toriel’s not looking, and eats their share so it looks like Chara was eating. The poor human would get in trouble from Asgore if they didn’t eat their whole plate, which usually doesn’t end well. ; u ;

And those are the basic things I think you’d need to know for an rp, you guys can develop things on your own from there!

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Memórias do Subsolo

Resumo:

“Memórias do Subsolo” é um livro dividido em duas partes, que trazem as frustrações da vida do homem do subsolo (que é como conhecemos ele, já que não temos o nome). Frustrações sobre a sociedade, os relacionamentos e principalmente sobre si próprio. A primeira parte do livro tem o título “O Subsolo” e apresenta um caráter mais moral, mais filosófico. O homem do subsolo faz uma apresentação de si mesmo, mostrando ser doloroso, triste, repulsivo e autodestrutivo, e ele mesmo diz ser uma pessoa má. Possuía uma doença no fígado e foi funcionário público, e que tinha prazer por ser mau e queria ser temido em seu cargo. Além de fazer seus desabafos e questionamentos, está em busca do autoconhecimento. Durante a leitura podemos observar suas contradições, que se dão, por exemplo, quando ele se orgulha por ter um conhecimento acima da média, e quando ele demonstra sua autoestima baixa. Na segunda parte, que tem como título “A Propósito da Neve Molhada”, ele conta situações das quais viveu no passado e que acabaram lhe marcando de alguma forma. Ele apresenta suas tentativas frustradas de tentar manter uma boa vida social e ser bem visto na sociedade. Relembra quando participou de um jantar entre amigos do qual não fora convidado, o que tornou sua presença indesejada. E mesmo quando é deixado sozinho, ele tenta perseguir os amigos. Acaba por ir a uma casa noturna, que é onde encontra uma prostituta, e ao conversar com ela, tenta convencê-la a largar essa vida, querendo mostrar para ela que ele era a solução de seus problemas. O livro demonstra o processo de pensamento do homem do subsolo, entre suas razões e raciocínio lógico e suas vivências pessoais e impressões que exibem a sua associação de ideias.

Citação:

        “Pois o homem é estúpido, de uma estupidez fenomenal. Ou, melhor, embora ele não seja de todo néscio, não há nada no mundo que seja tão ingrato. Realmente, eu, por exemplo, não me espantaria nem um pouco se, de repente, meio a toda a sensatez futura, surgisse algum cavalheiro de fisionomia pouco nobre, ou melhor, retrógrada e zombeteira, e pusesse as mãos na cintura, dizendo a todos nós: pois bem, meus senhores, não será melhor dar um pontapé em toda essa sensatez unicamente a fim de que todos esses logaritmos vão para o diabo, e para que possamos mais uma vez viver de acordo com a nossa estúpida vontade!? Isto ainda não seria nada, mas lamentavelmente ele encontraria sem dúvida alguns adeptos: assim é o homem. E tudo isso devido à mais fútil das causas, à qual parece, quase nem valeria a pena referir-se: tudo precisamente porque o homem, seja ele quem for, sempre e em toda a parte gostou de agir a seu bel-prazer e nunca segundo lhe ordenam a razão e o interesse; pode-se desejar ir contra a própria vantagem e, às vezes, decididamente se deve (isto já é uma ideia minha). Uma vontade que seja nossa, livre, um capricho nosso, ainda que dos mais absurdos, nossa própria imaginação, mesmo quando excitada até a loucura – tudo isto constitui aquela vantagem das vantagens que deixei de citar, que não se enquadra em nenhuma classificação, e devido à qual todos os sistemas e teorias se desmancham continuamente, com todos os diabos!”

Curiosidades:

        Há um filme com o nome original “Notes from Undergroud”, que é uma adaptação do livro de Dostoiévski, lançado em 1995.

Avaliação:

A leitura desse livro provoca uma inquietação ao leitor, com toda a sua complexidade. Sua confusão de ideias, contradições e percepções é o que faz a narrativa ser bastante interessante. O autor consegue mostrar ao leitor os defeitos e as qualidades desse personagem, e que em alguns momentos, conseguimos até mesmo nos identificar com o homem do subsolo, com suas percepções de mundo.

Nota: 4/5

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But this much I can say with certainty: although I did this cruelty on purpose, it came not from my heart, but from my stupid head.

Narrator - Notes From Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky

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I am a sick man. I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don't consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, sufficiently so to respect medicine, anyway (I am well-educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am superstitious). No, I refuse to consult a doctor from spite. That you probably will not understand. Well, I understand it, though. Of course, I can't explain who it is precisely that I am mortifying in this case by my spite: I am perfectly well aware that I cannot 'pay out' the doctors by not consulting them; I know better than anyone that by all this I am only injuring myself and no one else. But still, if I don't consult a doctor it is from spite. My liver is bad, well - let it get worse!

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Yeralti [Inside] (Zeki Demirkubuz -2012)

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Yeralti [Inside] (Zeki Demirkubuz -2012)