king under the mountain.

" human... it was nice to meet you. goodbye."

[bergentrucking]

KING ASGORE DREEMURR - undertale

       “ i so badly want to say, "would you like a cup of tea?" but...you know how it is. “

thousands-year-old, 9ft tall Goat Dad

there has never been anyone more Dad than him

name is an anagram for “sage or murderer” but we don’t talk about that

ruler of the underground kingdom of monsters and just about literally everyone adores him as ruler tbh

honestly very kind and gentle despite *gestures to all of the game*

humans banished monsters to live underground thousands of years ago in a large-scale war - and he’s old enough to remember fighting in it.

loves gardening - his entire throne room was a garden

hates fighting but can and will put you in the ground if he feels its necessary. ( he’d feel very bad about it though )

maybe made a vow to destroy humanity when he was upset. ( also feels very bad about it )

very open about his emotions tbh and prone to tears easily these days

please be kind to this man

he’s been through so, so much and is so, so tired and sad 

[bergentrucking]

@l0ve-and-determ1nat10n

"ah... your name is frisk, yes?" he gives a sad sort of smile; he only knows their name because of undyne having been brought to this city when he'd been here last. undyne claimed that she'd been from a time ahead of what he remembered - when the monsters had been freed from the underground without the need for further bloodshed. she'd called them 'frisk', and had laughed it off - the fact that he'd been prepared to kill them, by saying that 'everyone' had tried to.

-- but asgore didn't recall that time. before he'd arrived in this world, he'd still remembered bracing himself to take another life - or perhaps have his own taken. and when he'd seen the most recent fallen human's face - a mere child, this time - he'd felt as if his heart had been torn in two. he hadn't wanted to know their name - not when he'd convinced himself so thoroughly that this was the only way. (he hadn't wanted to know any of the fallen humans' names - it made his crimes all the more real and heavy on his shoulders.)

his memories regarding the most recent fight are a strange blur; he remembers and yet doesn't remember emerging victorious from the fight against the human. perhaps all of his murders were beginning to blend together in his age - a thought that was even more chilling to him; that he'd grown so numb to killing as to begin to forget the toll they'd once taken on his soul. he hadn't wanted to kill any of them, truly. his anger had faded long ago with his grief, and his hands shook every time he'd held his trident since. (not shaky enough to lose his grip though. not enough to spare the lives he'd taken in the name of freeing the monsters from the underground. he'd watched too many of his people live and die without ever seeing the sun for that.) "...i ... i cannot begin to apologize to you, human."

[bergentrucking]

chara tugs on asgore’s cape, before stretching out their arms towards him.

pick them up. Pick them up. Pick them up.

@charadrxxmxrr

"hm?"

-- it's almost enough to make him tear up again; the fact that chara is actually here and hasn't shown any signs of being a temporary manifestation of the stars - that their little hands are actually touching his cloak once more.

but instead of tearing up, he merely grins fondly and bends down in a motion that seems like he should've forgotten it ages ago - he should be clumsier at it with disuse. still, he effortlessly lifts them from below their arms, his massive hands as careful as ever.

he pulls them into a hug briefly before he rests them on his arm against his chest; his strength may not be what it was now that he's in spirale, but it's still hardly any effort at all for him to hold them - and even if it were strenuous, he'd gladly do it, anyway simply because chara wanted to be lifted up.

[bergentrucking]

[anttennatime]

@bergentrucking wanted a starter!

"It IS you!"

He THOUGHT that silhouette was familiar! Oh, how long it had been since he'd seen Asgore! Were he a bit more tactful of the situation, he'd be a bit more gentle with the 'I've watched you for years but never met you' approach, but--he's just too happy to see him again! He even twirls into view, grabbing the man's hands in a strong, friendly handshake.

"It's been FOREVER since I've seen you around! How's life, Asgore!? Flower shop doing okay? Still go golfing with ol' Rudy?"

His penchant for quick-change is astounding--he's already in a golfer's outfit, miming a swing.

"Got that good ol' POWER swing to you! Real force to be reckoned with!"

And--back to his suit he goes!

"LOVE the look, by the way. Dressing up for the kids again this year? Purple's a GREAT colour on you."

[bergentrucking]

the strange monster(?) is unfamiliar to him, but his joy and enthusiasm to see him is a welcome surprise all the same - and the king even gives a laugh when the stranger takes both of his hands into a warm handshake, as if they're old friends. it becomes apparent that it's a case of mistaken identity rather quickly, though - as several unfamiliar things are mentioned, such as a flower shop that he owned. (it does sound like a nice idea, but --) asgore tries to keep the friendly smile on his features even as rudy's name is brought up, but there's a pain in his chest all the same. he hadn't seen rudy in so very long - and even though the majority of the memories were pleasant ones, with his passing, they're all tinted bittersweet. (he wishes he could have had a golf game with him again, too.) and with seeing chara again - joyous as that moment was - his emotions feel far too brittle after being rattled so.

he forces himself to give another strained laugh, at least attempting to look on the 'bright side'; the amusing stranger's change of outfits is quite charming. and even if there is another asgore out there, he likes the idea that he dresses up for the children all the same in any version of their world. (he remembers doing so alongside rudy once again... that pit in his chest threatens to grow.) "you have me at a loss, friend - i'm afraid that i am ...not the same asgore." he explains awkwardly; it had been a strange concept to him, too, when he first arrived here. "you must be from the other world? that susie is from? and - 'kris'? i think that was their name... " he offers, scratching the back of his head. "ah... it must be very strange to see me like this, then. but this is my average clothing in the underground - and now, the above-ground!" something clenches in his chest once again as he voices it aloud. there's a strange pause as he clears his throat, attempting to change the subject. "well, you certainly know my name - but what can i call you, friend?"

[charadrxxmxrr]

they’re about to bolt, as soon as they can, but —

That voice. That —

*chara! Don’t give up now. you are the future of humans and monsters. . .

the voice that stayed steady at their bedside as they died. The voice that praised them for every positive step they made towards being the Angel he and mother so desperately wanted.

The voice that loved them.

Chara forces their gaze upward, and —

“F a t h e r ?”

Their voice trembles. But it’s him. It’s Asgore. The mighty king, on his knees. Calling to them. reaching out for them, to try and touch them, but it’s almost as if he’s frozen halfway. Like it’s too good to be true.

Like Chara is a little ghost come to haunt him.

(He wouldn’t be wrong if he thought that.)

“Da — father — what …”

They choke on the words. He shouldn’t be here. What about the happy ending? what about all that work Frisk did? Asgore should be enjoying his time on the surface, not. . . Not . . .

Chara doesn’t speak. They step forward, collapsing into Asgore — their little body so frail. So weak. Still stupidly suffering from the effects of buttercups.

They feel a twist in their chest, and burst into tears, pressing their face against his chest to try and hide themself.

[bergentrucking]

"chara-!" it's breathed with relief and joy all in one as they call him 'father' - and almost 'dad' again. he remembers telling the human that he'd mistaken for chara - kris - that he hadn't been anyone's father in so long... it doesn't matter which one they use; it makes his heart lighter to hear them say it all the same. to hear anything from them -!

they all but collapse into his arms (so weak and frail-! for a moment, he worries that he might lose them all over again-) and asgore doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around them- lifting them up as if they weighed nothing. as if he were holding an infant instead of a child of twelve. "i'm - you have no idea how happy i am to see you -" the king's voice is barely above a whisper; he simply lets them weep into his chest, patting their back soothingly.

how many nights and days had he wept, thinking that he would never experience this exact moment again - the chance to hold either of his children in his arms once more? ( he decides not to ask too many questions even though they hover in the back of his mind; how are they here -when he'd sat at their bedside as they'd passed? are they still ill? ) he's content to merely cry alongside them for a long few moments; occasionally his stuttering sobs become a strange almost-laugh in incredulity. he's actually holding them again.

" i'm here, it's alright- " for the first time in ages, he has hope that it's actually true. that everything can be alright. " i love you so much, chara. " he has to tell them, just in case this is another temporary effect of the stars and he only has so long with them before he loses them once more.

-- even then, if he'd been told that he'd only had so long to hold them, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

[bergentrucking]

Item given: A Western-Style vest and a lasso!

@anttennatime | Give my muse an item and see how they react!

he's seen a few movies and shows in his time from the human realm - usually something that was scavenged from the garbage dump, but it had become harder to enjoy what humans made when he'd come closer to fulfilling his horrible promise. (collecting the seventh soul--) shows that were produced by and for monsters, though, were far easier - even if most of them derived from human creativity.

all that being said, he recognizes the style of vest and the lasso from shows that he'd watched before - though they'd seemed to dwindle out of fashion with the younger generations. his eyes light up all the same, and he smiles up at the monster (?) with surprise. "oh! why thank you, mister...?" he's already trying on the vest - it actually fits!

[bergentrucking]

He doesn't know you, but have an egg anyway.

@bigshot | Give my muse an item and see how they react!

"um..." he takes the egg gingerly between his claws, though he can't help but think that he should have washed it first. (it might make a nice decoration for a little garden, maybe.) "thank you...?" he's trying to be polite to the strange little man, if nothing else - he wants to interpret it as a kind gesture, all the same. he gives a slightly uncertain smile.

[bergentrucking]

ITEM: flower crown that she wove herself!

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he doesn't hesitate to bend down and place it on his head - sitting comfortably above his real crown, as if masking it. "ah! i think i may like this one more!" asgore chuckles a bit; he remembers his children weaving similar flower crowns for him - and some of the generations of little ones that had come long after. "thank you, kay. have you been staying safe in the sun?"

[bergentrucking]

Susie gives Asgore a box of pocky! She grins at him. “Long time no see, big guy.”

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"is it 'pocket day' again?" he knows the mistake; it was called 'pocky day', so he'd been told - but he still finds the idea he'd originally had - a holiday being centered around the idea of pockets instead - holding something endearing to it.

it's heartwarming, though - to think that even after all this time had passed here, that she'd still remembered him. he grins, taking the box with gratitude. "thank you very much, susie. it's good to see you again, too."

[bergentrucking]

*. . . * you have received a GOLDEN FLOWER.

“It is not. The same as the ones we had. This one is called a ‘marigold’. I am still looking for the ones from. . .from where we are.”

@charadrxxmxrr | Give my muse an item and see how they react!

"oh, i've read about this one!" he's still a bit disappointed that he wasn't able to find the flowers from their world, too. he misses the taste of golden flower tea. (chara had once wished to see flowers from their village so deeply... he manages to stop himself from trailing too far deeply into that memory. how they had only bloomed in the underground upon the most devastating loss.)

he accepts the flower all the same with a proud smile; he tucks it into his hair with a chuckle. "it can still be made into tea, if you would like to try it with me." he offers; he wishes he could offer something sweet, like pie - but he's never been able to recreate the recipes he remembers so fondly. they always taste bittersweet.

[charadrxxmxrr]

They’ve decided to put their feelings about everything to the side and go back to work.

It’s been a . . . well, an unexpected week. Mister Tenna, Frisk, all of these people that Chara knows are suddenly coming to the spirale. They were lonely before, yes, but —

Well, it seems the deepest wishes in their heart have bore fruit. No matter how much they had tried to hide it.

It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t. They’re glad Frisk is back, and they’re glad that Mister Tenna is here, it’s just — it’s a lot to get used to. Chara needs their stability, their routine.

So they’re back at work. Frisk is at home, curled up on the bed they share, texting Chara selfies every few minutes whining about how bored they are.

It’s endearing.

They missed this.

Chara slips out of the back of the store and into the customer facing area for a moment, dirt on their cheeks, to retrieve a pair of gloves for a particularly fickle set of throned flowers that have stabbed chara’s digits more times than they would admit.

Keeping their head down and tucked away from seeing the faces of people, Chara takes a sharp turn — and bumps into a large person. They shudder, taking a step back, and lower their head even further, eyes on the ground.

“Please excuse me. I am very sorry.”

-> @bergentrucking

[bergentrucking]

his memory is, as far as he knows, still intact - and yet it feels like it's been ages since he's been here; time has still passed in his absence -which is something he is accustomed to. (asgore has had to watch time pass around him for so long while he, himself, remained unchanged.) it's little coincidence that he still finds himself drawn to a flower shop, of all places then. perhaps he can grow some of them in the townhouse; it will surely be easier with easier access to the sun's rays.

it's when a little figure accidentally bumps in him - head down, attempting to avoid inviting conversation, perhaps - that his mismatched eyes are torn away from the flowers on display. "oh, it is no-" he cuts himself short; deep but soft voice halting as he looks down; the voice is familiar - and instantly he feels nearly everything around him come to a halt.

"...chara?" he's made this mistake before; but it was a quickly-made error, and he was just as swift to realize his mistake - even with tears blurring his vision. but the resemblance doesn't fade, the longer he looks - and he can't stop himself from kneeling down, closer to the little human's height (or as close as he's able to get, massive as he is). he reaches out his hand to touch them, as if making certain they are more than the illusions caused by the mist that he'd seen last time - but he pauses. (- - perhaps he doesn't really want to dispel the illusion. it's the closest he's come to seeing his children again.)

"chara... is...is it really you?" his voice trembles, but it's with a hopeful tinge; there's an uncertain smile on his face, despite the emotion that chokes his throat. against his better judgement, he opens his arms; he wants nothing more to embrace them right now.

[shiromemes]

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[isolaradiale]

hello! i'd like to reapp asgore dreemurr of undertale, please! his app can still be found at /a and stats at /s !

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Asgore!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 220!

You'll retain everything from your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

— * alkaphrah

[bergentrucking]

          “ these flowers are so nice. and they must be very strong, growing like this. ” he actually hadn’t seen flowers so hardy and persistent in a very long time ( it wasn’t an easy task, growing flowers in the underground - he’d had to attend to them carefully every day. )

           with the abundance of the flowers throughout the city, the monster had figured that it wouldn’t do any harm to make a small bouquet out of them. he’d never had much of an issue with pollen, but there was definitely ... a lot of it in the air, here.

         he briefly wondered if he was starting to have some kind of adverse reaction to the new flowers, when instead of a cough or sneeze, he found himself murmuring something reflexively.

          “ i met so many kind humans when i was here last time... i’m going to miss humanity. i don’t want to destroy them. ”

[underteika-archived]

🌀 SUBVERSION  (PT. I)  AU  MEME 🌀

To be answered by your AU selves! Send a symbol to find out…

🌴 - What’s your muse’s favorite place on the island? Where do they always go?

🌵 - What’s a place your muse avoids? A place they’ll never go?

🌾 - What does your muse usually do for dinner? Do they cook, or dine out?

🌿 - Where does your muse work? / What do they do for a living?

☘️  - What’s the highest education your muse has obtained?

🍁 - Does your muse live alone, or with family?

🍂 - Does your muse have a claim to fame? What are they known for?

🍃 - Does your muse have a reputation? (Is it good or bad?)

🍄 - Who are your muse’s friends?

🌏 - Who are your muse’s enemies?

🌙 - Does your muse ever dream of a better life?

☀️ - What are your muse’s hobbies?

🌟 - Is your muse human? Are they treated differently for it?

🌈 - What are three changes to your muse because of Subversion?

 ⚡  -  If your muse could make any wish, what would it be?

[bergentrucking]

       subversion info post

still a monster in this verse! the whole concepts of boss monsters and such though don’t exist. he just stands out A Lot and he’s usually viewed as a bit scary to many humans.

which is why he’s finding it a bit harder to get by. it’s hard to run a daycare when you’re a scary-looking monster, even if you’re nice! the kids enjoy spending time with him though once they get past the fact that he’s eight feet tall.

asgore adopting human kids is a constant in every universe, apparently - because his daughter is (  @undyingjustice​ ) undyne, a human in this world! she likes to get in fights with people who are rude about her dad, though he discourages it of course.

dreams of opening up a flower shop, but it’s not looking likely now unfortunately. he’s getting older, after all. :,( he’s still relatively happy, though - flower shop or not! )

please be his friend oh my god, he’s not horribly depressed for once but he is very lonely on account of. yknow. not being human :,)