#come one ralsei

[lilybug-02]

Awww… did I miss the fight?

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Whoop! Another part done! And everyone’s A-Okay!! (Mostly)

[the-meme-monarch]

Imagine if after the fun gang battles strange someone Frisk and convinces them to stop fighting or whatever Ralsei is like. hi um haha i just wanted to say you seem like a lovely person who’s been through a lot, really, but you’re also kind of, um, under arrest? again you seem just delightful, just truly dandy, and I’d like to help you however I can, but you’re also kind of a menace who has made several people go insane so, sorry, um, yeah. i’m taking you to castle town prison, but there are nice things there too! it’s not all bad!

JEHEJAHHDAJ WAIT now I'm thinking. would frisk try to use this as an opportunity to Reform spades king or considering their track record of how them "helping" people turned out would ralsei try to keep them separated

[trophygony]

this gang's pretty fun not gonna lie (120x120)

(process under read more)

[tvlandofficial]

i'm tired of waiting, so don't tell me to stay behind!

[patchwork-crow-writes]

I have been thinking about Deltarune's Ralsei for a long, long time now. Turning him around in my head, trying to work out what makes him tick, and what the game is trying to say with him and his character. I've had theory upon theory about him, some of which I've posted on this very website, but in each instance it felt like something was missing... something didn't quite add up.

Now, I believe I may have made... a breakthrough.

I have some research and ironing-out to do, and once that's complete I shall begin to present my findings. These might well become the most comprehensive and well-researched essays I've posted on here, and I don't think you'll want to miss them if you're at all interested in the fluffy boy. So please watch this space for any updates in the near future :)

[fadingwinnerpirate]

The Dark Doll-A Deltarune Theory/Narrative

Kris and Dess stood in front of the imposing double doors of the strange bunker deep in the forest. It was hard for Kris to not feel nervous, especially considering that it was the middle of the night, but seeing Dess be so carefree, whistling while spinning the rusty key-ring around her finger certainly put them at ease. They hadn't brought Asriel or Noelle; those buzzkills would never let them do something this exciting! "All right, enough admiring the fine handiwork of this door. You ready to go in, Kris?" Dess said, while moving to the door's lock. "Hm, if you are," was Kris's only response, a subtle-yet-playful jab that only their closest friends would pick up on.

As the giant doors creaked open and the pair made their way inside, the quiet noise that was only barely perceptible from outside grew louder, becoming the only thing to fill their senses in the darkness of this place. "Yeesh, can it GET any darker in here?!" Dess whipped out her cell phone to illuminate the stairs ahead of them, but even that light was soon swallowed up as they carefully proceeded into the seemingly infinite dark and the ever growing drone that gnawed at their courage to continue.

Dess yelped as she stumbled and fell onto the now suddenly level ground. "You okay, Dess?" Kris called out a bit too loudly, even though she couldn't have been more than a few feet ahead of them. "Ugh, yeah, but I think we finally found something!" Dess clawed up and dusted herself off, and started walking forward with her arms outstretched, feeling around for anything that might serve as a souvenir of this adventure, which Kris was also doing, but searching around the edges of the room they found themself in. Soon, Dess called out that she'd found something and Kris made their way over to her voice, "What is it?" "Dunno... it's rumbling a lot... it has a lot of tubes coming out of it... feels like there's some sort of gas coming out the top, but it's not hot at all..." Dess tried and failed to describe what she was feeling, which fostered an anxiety in Kris. "Uh, let's try not to take whatever that thing is, okay?" Kris muttered as they stepped back from Dess towards the stairs. "Y-yeah, you're probably right," Dess also stepped back, but both of them failed to notice a new sound joining the ubiquitous drone of this place.

Cracking. Splitting. Scratching. The roar of hundreds of tons of concrete and steel coming apart at the seams under the pair's feet. Kris immediately started running towards the stairs once they felt the ground shake, their building anxiety suddenly transformed into full on panic. They thought they heard Dess call their name as they stumbled on their way up the stairs, but they never looked back, and soon the rumbling died down as they saw the light of the moon as a bright pin-prick ahead of them. However, something new took their attention as strange, unreadable symbols, as well as the meaning of those alien words flowed into their mind.

TAKE THE DOLL, AND NAME IT

PULL DARK FROM IT LIKE LIFEBLOOD

AND AGAIN FROM THE EARTH

YET ALIGHTED IN RETURN

TILL HER EYES ARE CLOUDED IN FEAR

FREE THE NIGHTMARE

FREE THE GIRL

Sure enough, as Kris reached the top of the stairs, there was a large, featureless doll sitting at the top of the final step, the only thing of interest about it being a red, heart shaped patch in the center of its chest. Kris grabbed the doll and stood outside the bunker, waiting in disbelief for Dess to emerge from the darkness.

Yet she never did. Panicking once again, Kris ran to the one person who they could trust above anyone else, their brother Asriel. He was staying over at Noelle's house to help out with something or another, which only added to Kris' panic. How would they explain this to Dess' parents, or Noelle? They wouldn't. They would get Asriel's help and save Dess before things got out of control. So, with this plan renewing their courage, Kris made their way through the forest and Hometown to the Holiday household.

Asriel answered the knocking at the door to see his beloved younger sibling with an expression that he'd never seen them wear before, not their typical boredom or their occasional mischievous smirk, but an expression of deathly seriousness with eyes that seemed to be looking far past Asriel. Noelle was still awake, laying on the couch and listening to Kris' story, though it seemed that they didn't recognize her presence until she exclaimed in horror when Kris told them about the floor of the bunker seemingly crumbling beneath Dess' feet. "W-what?! She's n-not... I-is she?" Noelle looked like a ghost, and her voice was shaking like she was as cold as the grave. After a momentary surprise of realizing that Noelle was in the room, Kris said, "I... Don't think so, but we have to make sure the town doesn't go crazy over something they can't control, right?" "R-right! We'll find Dess before the town realizes something bad happened to her, r-right? Wait, I have an idea! Kris, you know which window leads to Dess' room, right?" Kris nodded, and with some sort of mutual understanding went different ways. Asriel was completely in shock, and his mind was going a mile a minute, he couldn't believe that something had happened to Dess, he didn't know what Kris and Noelle were doing, and he felt like he needed the full story from Kris before he made any decisions. For now, he simply watched as Kris and Noelle took things out of December's room to stage her disappearance as a runaway situation. As the Dreemurrs left for their own home, Noelle seemed so anxious that she might pass out, and Kris still seemed incredibly haunted by something.

In the morning, Kris finished their story about what happened to Dess, about the doll and the mysterious message that they received. "And... You're sure you didn't hallucinate this?" As unbelievable as all this seemed, there was something in the way that Kris told this story with so much grief that Asriel couldn't help but believe them, and a solemn nod is all he received to his question. "W-well, how are we supposed to 'pull darkness' from the earth, a-and how are we supposed to bring light to that darkness after the fact?" Asriel started to wonder if playing into this message was worth it or if he should just bring it to the police, maybe Dess was just trapped under rubble in the bunker- "First things first, we need to give this doll a 'name,' some sort of identity that'll be useful to us. Maybe, since we got some kind of instructions about how to create the darkness, the doll can help us bring the light?" Kris thought for a few moments before leaning close to the doll and whispering into it, telling it of its role, of how important it was to bring light to the darkness, of the heroes it would accompany on this mission of the gravest importance, a story filled with the hopes and dreams of the one telling it. After finishing their whispered story, they handed the doll to Asriel, "I think you should give it its proper name, you're way better at that stuff than me." Asriel couldn't tell if Kris was being genuine or if they were jabbing at Asriel's creativity like the rest of his friends, but either way, this responsibility had been given to him. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of a name that he liked at all, due in no small part to the doll's almost complete lack of identifying features, "Hm, if only... Hey, Kris, can I see your horns?" Kris obliged, and now Asriel seemed to be genuinely considering something, "Red... I think Ralsei or something would sound good!" Kris couldn't help but chuckle about how similar that was to Asriel's name but chose not to say anything and took the doll back, being reminded of the truly dire straits that the both of them were in.

"So, second thing second, how do you think we're supposed to 'pull darkness' from this thing?" Kris thought for a moment before saying, "It did say to do it like we were drawing the lifeblood from it, so maybe we just stab it in the heart?" Asriel wasn't convinced by this Occam's Razor approach, however, saying, "And what if that isn't how you do it and you destroy our only means of saving Dess?" Kris bristled at this critique, and pushed off their bed, and into the hallway, "Unless you have a better idea, I'm going to try mine, all right?" They soon returned with a knife from the kitchen, and Asriel, failing to come up with a counter argument in this short time, sighed and sat back to see how this would go. Despite their belief in the simple solution, Kris too believed on some level that more than a simple stab was needed to achieve this feat, they needed focus. Tightening their grip on the knife, Kris thought of what they needed to do to save Dess, thought of how this was their mistake that they needed to fix. They would do anything to right this wrong, no matter what it took, no matter how long it took, no matter who would happen to get hurt because of them. Dess was trapped wherever she was because Kris didn't even think to reach for her hand that must have been extended for them, and Kris was going to reach out their own hand into the dark, until it found her.

[amndmirk]

have i posted this yet

it was rlly long ago and i wanted to gather the music sinc and stuff but i never got to, so ill just pin the one that i was always thinking about while doing that (thats pretty much the only thing i remember lmao. it was something concert-animation related)

i thunk i even made a post or a description on that matter?.. but it posted and then lost it. ill try recreating it. good ideas aint allowed to be lost

anyway tap for quality rbs>notes n all the things. idk

actually if you have thoughts on the music band thing id be glad to read the hcs.

and so i am crawling away

[1tsjusty0u]

actually while im at it. flowey undertale. im getting his stupid fanclub pin because unfortunately i am a fan

[darknerprince-pkmn]

For the ask game, ❤️‍🩹 - tell me of wounds?

Something I can fix. I’ve never sustained a serious injury myself, but if I did I could fix it. It’s the one thing I know that I’m really good at.

I know it’s… selfish of me. But part of me was relieved when Susie couldn’t heal very well. At least not yet, she’s got potential! I just. Don’t want to outlive my usefulness I guess.

[artblock-tm]

What if Ralsei's scarf-tongue was seemingly infinitely long, but he somehow didn't realize until now, likely since he never really had a reason to extend it much farther than scarf-length?

The tongue is said to be the body's strongest muscle, so by Susie's logic, obviously more length = more strength! So she dares Ralsei to stick it out as far as he can, but it just keeps going and going and going and going and going and-

ANON THIS IDEA IS BRILLIANT AND HILARIOUS THANK YOU SO MUCH

but how does one with no art skills whatsoever draw that

[sleepy-pngs]

ALL Ralsei hat portraits but B&W

[everysongineverykey]

i think marvel deltarune is probably one of the worst things i have ever read. thanks

me too! you're welcome <3

[acaciapines]

(big sigh) so i took a shower and came out of it 30 minutes later with an entire outline for my depressing krisralsei au.

it is about...everyone moving on and kris being stuck in the past....like originally this idea was what if kris and ralsei never went through their character arcs (specifically the ones they have in i know im not well and homegrown hearts) but the more i think on it the more im like NO because ralsei would still have susie and noelle so she would go through the majority of her arc with them but kris. kris who pushed everyone away. kris who is stuck with boss-darkner-ifed dess. oh kris. oooooooh kris.

[askthelightnerds]

[Hug Santa proceeding apace.]

[mymarifae]

I think it’s more like how light world time flows to the dark world. As in the supply closet definitely existed before the abandoned classroom was a thing so that’s why it might be considered the first. The other two fountains were built later in the town’s history, but are still pretty old. That’s my theory anyway.

oh so like. a dark world has existed as long as the light world's corresponding location has existed? so likeeee: cyber world came into existence once the computer lab was built, and queen's reign began when her light world counterpart was taken out of the old classroom after alvin retired/passed away and was moved to the computer lab. (because that is totally what happened. i know it.)

that's a really interesting idea and it makes a lot of sense and i really like it!!!! files it away in my brain forever. but honestly, taking it into consideration, i'd be more inclined to say that the abandoned classroom has existed as long as the school has, because it was part of the original building plans, thus making it older - while the supply closet could have been built in literally any time. 🤔 or, Brought In. it's kind of hard to tell, but the supply closet doesn't look like a built in part of the school. it looks like a portable closet

[ID: the hallway supply closet followed by an image of the closet in the abandoned classroom. end ID.]

see how the top kinda looks like, 3d almost? implying that it's not actually two double doors built into the wall, but a portable closet that someone shoved there. in that. hole in the wall. (????????)

anyway. either way as far as the "which fountain thing came first" debate goes, i like this thought a lot!! it definitely works. thank you for sharing! :)

[patchwork-crow-writes]

41 - The End

...so this is it, then.

It's funny... for me, it's barely been a week. And yet... well, sometimes it feels... a lot longer than that, too. Is that... how it's been for You, as well?

...I suppose I'll never know the answer to that now. There were so many questions I still had for You... so little I still know about You, while You seem to know so much about me. Seems a little unfair, doesn't it? Haha.

...I suppose I have Your name, at least. But for all I know, that could just be a pseudonym, an alter-ego. Even if I could divine anything truly meaningful from it, I...

The code is about to come to an end. The final story beat is playing out as I speak. Once the credits finish rolling, that's it. My story... the story of everyone in this game You've just finished playing, will be over.

What to say to You, in these final moments? You, who guided us through so many dangers, who bore intimate witness to our greatest triumphs and our most crushing sorrows? You, who treated our world and everyone in it as your playthings, dolls in an opulent house to be posed and smashed together as You saw fit...?

...but You would only have gone so far if You truly loved us, wouldn't You? And that means that we have served our purpose to You. We have performed to Your satisfaction... and that makes me immeasurably happy.

So what else to say, at the final curtain call, except Thank You, dear Player, for acting out Your role as well as You have? I pray that You will think of us from time to time... think of me, who had served You so faithfully in our quest, as I shall surely think of You, in the darkness beyond the story's end.

What else to declare, except that I Lo-

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The Dark Menagerie No. 41

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