#Royal guards

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Fantasy Guide to Royal Guards

Royals have multiple layers of servants but there is no set of servants most important that their protection. Royalty are never without some kind of protection and palaces are usually guarded to the teeth. So how do we write royal security. This is for @jamie-ties-writing

Recruitment

Royal guards aren't just any person plucked from the street and put into a uniform. They are usually recruited from within the royal army, from within particular regiments across the army (a mixture of calvary, naval, artillery, infantry). The Royal Guard is usually made of of multiple regiments, not just a single one. These regiments would share and rotate duties. The British Royal family are currently guarded by the Coldstream Regiment, Welsh Guards, Grenadier Guards among others. Royal guards will be selected for their skill, sometimes their birth (they may be chosen if they rank higher socially) and of course, loyalty to the Crown. Royal guards were intended to be a show of force, strength, Majesty so they were usually impressive specimens meant to instill some power to their monarch.

Duties

A royal guard's first order of business is the protection of the family. They may have sentry duty around the palace, guarding doors or patrolling palace grounds or corridors. A Royal Guard may be assigned to one member only but most likely they will rotate through the family as needed. Of course, a royal can request a guard to always be assigned to them if they want. They may escort their charge of the day to their engagements. If assigned a certain royal to protect, they would tail them throughout the day. A royal guard may even perform ceremonial duties such as the changing of the guard or riding in coronations or state funerals. A royal guard is expected to remain vigilant but never speak of what they see, they are meant to keep an ear out for threats but never repeat whatever is said, they are expected at all times to uphold a professional countenance and respect protocol. They will be expected to give their lives if needed, and be loyal to the last.

Rank

Royal guards are a military division and rank is a part of their lives. Their supreme commander would he the monarch first but there would be an appointed commander. Depending on how you want to write Royal Guards, each regiment would have it's own captain and leaders. Of course, not all regiments may adhere to the same ranks but this would be a basic outline for you to follow.

Colonel: Colonels actually have no duties, they are more an honourary figurehead. Many members of the royal family would have a regiment to be colonel of. This usually requires nothing more than a ceremonial role, the wearing of the uniform while inspecting the troops for example.

Captain: The Commander of the regiment. They would undertake managerial duties, issuing commands from the monarch, assigning duties, approving the induction of new guards into the Household Division. The Captain would decide who would guard which member of the royal family.

Lieutenant: The Second in command. They will assume command if the Captain is not available. They would take on a large portion of duties and aid the Captain.

Sergeant: The sergeant would be next in command.

Guardsman: The lowest rank. They will have the least experience but usually the most duties. They would be the ones patrolling and standing sentry.

Uniform

Of course, no royal guard is complete without their uniform. Royal guards would have to stand out, especially in ceremonial duties. This uniform would be distinctive, not only because it is a great honour for anybody to be named to the guard but also as mentioned above, to add a layer of might to those they protect.

Notable Royal Guard Units

Dahomey Mino (the inspiration of Black Panther's Dora Milaje)

The Praetorian Guard

The Imperial Guard of Napoleon

The Imperial German Bodyguard

Varangian Guard

Swiss Guards

The Kheshig

The Janissary

The Imperial Guards of Tsarist Russia

The Cossack Guard

Guardia Real

Coldstream Guards

Irish Guards

Welsh Guards

Grenadier Guards

Medjay of Ancient Egypt

Al-Ḥars al-Malakī as-Suʿūdī

Compagnie des Carabiniers du Prince

Thahan Raksa Phra Ong

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[acupofqueercoffee]

“Caught in a web, drunk on love”

Shutara Senjumaru x Reader

wc : 3100

cw : not really unrequited love // jealousy // misunderstandings // a sprinkle of drama // fluffy floofs

well what can i say. she’s so mommy and i’m a hoe for mommies so i couldn’t help it. always wanted to write something for her but i was just needing that little push which obviously her bankai gave me 😩

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Spider. A creature you have never been too big of a fan of. Those creepy crawlers with their beady eyes and fuzzy limbs are, and will always be the genesis of your nightmares. Simply the idea of the word will forever have dread burgeoning within you and ice cascading down your spine, or so you have believed. Why, then, are flowers blooming inside your chest as you watch the bane of your existence weaving a web? In other words, you are atrociously, irreversibly, positively, and utterly fucked.  

In the Soul King Palace, you are one of the less important guards under the direct command of one Shutara Senjumaru. Less important of course than the esteemed Royal Guards, but certainly on par with the strongest of shinigamis. Although there is no official title to it, your position beside your lady is an equivalent of a Lieutenant down in Seireitei.

Ever since the beginning, the divine general of the north, with her onyx hair and golden halo, eyes oozing with mesmerism, and lips a delightful red, but the most arresting of all, her spindly automatonic limbs sprouting from her back like six unworldly wings, has reminded you of a spider: one that is elegant and teeming with splendour. The lady’s introduction into your life has seeded in you a habit of conjuring up her face whenever you see or even think of your once-dreaded friends. In fact, when you think of an eight-legged crawler, you are rarely thinking of one and very much thinking of the six artificially limbed stunner. Hence, you are decisively fucked.

In pursuit of comfort, your hand, as if having a mind of its own, glide towards your waist where a knitted red charm dwells, the tassel of which dangles from the white sash of your uniform. Running delicate fingers along the intricate patterns of fine silk, your lips flourish into a smile.

From socks to scarfs and whatnots, your lady, the great weaver as her name suggests, has tailored many a thing for you. Not only has she remedied a great many holes in your battle worn uniforms, she has also graciously showered you with a miscellany of pristine garments. After all, artisanship is your lady’s forte, occurring as naturally as breathing to her, and her six hands are either sewing, knitting, embroidering or doing all three of it at the same time. She does it with such great finesse and dexterity that she may as well be carving a statue of herself out of your heart, for it worships the very ground she walks on. 

When you notice her presence, you smell it before you hear it. Delightfully floral with a touch of dark undertones, heavenly, mysterious and so undoubtedly her. 

“It was my understanding that you have a strong dislike for them, no?”

Comes the mesmerising lilt of her voice, glazed with a trickle of tease, and you smile a little, knowing smile, bringing your gaze from the spider to its human counterpart.

“I’ve steadily started finding them charming I’m afraid.” The little blossom of a smile on your lips once you search her eyes is that of softness. Your lady regards you coolly with a barely noticeable smile, drenched in enigma by her siren-eyed gaze, the caress of which is well-nigh tangible on your face. It does a quick travel to your waist, and upon finding the gift that you carry on your body since acquiring it, a hum spills forth a pair of bewitching, blood-red lips. 

“Walk with me.”

You take the hand that she offers, smooth, spindly and rather ample in size that you are only truly able to grasp two of her lithe digits. 

“With pleasure, my lady.”

“Am I allowed to wonder what exactly is the architect of your change in impression of arachnid? You of yore would flee the site if she so much as catches a glimpse of an itsy-bitsy one, I’m sure.”

You love that she remembers things about you the way you do things about her. She fancies her tea with a drizzle of honey. Not unlike a spider, she does have eight arms, the two of which are of her own flesh and blood, and because she keeps them hidden under her cloak at all times, only a handful of people have witnessed them. You have, during a visit to the hot spring in Kirinden. Nobody has given her a gift personally hand crafted by them, so when you have made for her a braided charm, a very clumsy attempt at that, she has told you that she would cherish it, and cherish it, she does. Despite it being faulty, it has found its forever home tucked safely in the red sash of her outfit, the tassel of it peeking out from under her haori with every elegant step she takes. Playful banter is her favourite pastime and it amuses her greatly that you indulge her. So once again, you do.

“You have every liberty to wonder, my lady. The decision to answer lies in my hand after all. I will say this though, it’s who rather than what.”

“My,” So she drawls in a tone that deliciously tickles your spine, and when she stops, you do too, watching as lips reveal teeth in a kittenish smile. “is that so?”

You have an inkling that to an extent, she knows of your fondness for her, evident in the way she humors you. Judging from her behaviors, she does not appear entirely opposed to it, and you might even go as far as saying that there is a good chance of her considering you should you confess.

Suddenly, a droplet touches your cheek. In the small interval of time that it takes for you to look up, your lady has expertly woven an umbrella out of thin air, all the while her one hand holds onto yours. By the time a drizzle escalates to a downpour, you are well under the protection of your lady’s masterful craft. However, your heart is going haywire, for the space between the two of you has considerably narrowed when your eyes meet. Leaning forward, a cool pad of a thumb presses a delicate kiss onto your cheek, caressing the wetness away from your face which inadvertently leaves a pink tinge in its wake. 

“Let’s call it a day, shall we?”

At your nod of approval, she adjusts her hold on you, slipping her fingers just so that your hands are intertwined together. The tips of her robotic digits easily reach your wrist, and when the cool pad of her thumb gingerly traces the hummingbird flutter of your pulse, the little creature coos inside your ribcage.

Roses are red.

The sky is blue.

And oh how you love Senjumaru. 

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“Yoohoo Shutara, look who I found dilly-dallying around!” 

The guffaw of Hikifune jolts Senjumaru out of her bath induced reverie. Her head tilts, propped up by her fist, the dark waterfall of her hair swaying slightly as her eyes lazily search her friend.  

Think of the devil and the devil is here. 

A ghost of a smile graces her lips, for she finds you tucked under the arm of the ruler of grain. It has been a while after all since the two of you have spent time together. 

“Can you please unhand me?” More laughter ensues, louder this time, and your request is effectively nipped in the bud. Ruffling your hair, she tugs you closer to the point that you are smothered by her generous bosoms. 

“Lady Hikifune, you- you’re-”

Killing me with your breasts! You wanted to say, but instead, you are left a sputtering mess.

“My my, haven’t you bagged yourself a cutie, Shutara!”

Granted, Senjumaru would find the sweet strawberry shade on your cheeks ridiculously charming, that is, if it had been a product of her doing. Certainly not after you have just been called a cutie by a woman who has her breasts shoved into your face. 

And so, she rises with all the grace of a nymph, droplets on her body twinkling like little diamonds in the soft light. 

“Why Kirio, I thank you on behalf of my girl for escorting her to me,” Meanwhile, she has effortlessly drawn you into her arms, one of which is slithering across your waist. Alas, the little wasp has been caught in a spider’s web. “but if I do recall, you have matters to attend to, have you not? By all means, do not let us hinder you.” 

“Ugh now my mood is spoiled, thank you very much Shutara.” The divine general of the south’s voice drips with sarcasm, and that of the north replies just as sarcastically. “Of course.” 

“On another note, I smell ya later cutie!”

With a wink thrown towards your way, the cheery general is gone. 

“Wild woman.” Murmurs Senjumaru as two fingers pinch the bridge of her nose. 

You on the other hand, through the flimsy fabric of your robe, can feel her body pressing into your back; all the ridges and the valleys, every dip and dent, and lord is she so wonderfully soft. 

Suddenly, along with a ghost of a breath on the shell of your ear, her voice greets you. “Hello there, my girl.” Like a dollop of butter on a pile of warm, fluffy pancakes, you melt, all giddy and toasty inside. “Now that you’re here, could I trouble you to give my hair a wash?” 

“It’s no trouble at all. I’d be delighted to.” You do not dare turn lest your legs fail you, and in a desperate need of a moment of reprieve for your sorry little heart, you chance a glance at her. “Why don’t you go relax in the water, my lady. I’ll be right with you.”

There is a beat of silence before you feel hands on your hips and a delicate touch of lips on your nape.

“Do not keep me waiting for too long.”

The milkiness of her skin practically glows in the warm water while her luscious mane, like the finest of silks, effortlessly slips through your fingers. The urge to bury your nose in her silky smooth strands is strong, but not as strong as the urge to nuzzle your face in the exquisite beauty of a neck that is captivating you from beneath those onyx mane. Lost in a daydream, you do not realise that you have paused amidst your task until your lady turns towards you. Without so much as a warning, she pulls you into the pool. The sorry excuse of a cloth on your body gives way to water, and you mirror your lady in that you are now thoroughly soaked and bare. 

Her gaze roams, and you notice the exact moment that the warm mischievous glint in her eyes goes glacial. She has seen your body, or rather the marks peppered across your neck and chest in varying shades of red. Her face is unreadable, the very picture of aloofness, and although it stings, although it seems as if a chasm has suddenly appeared between the two of you, you try to bridge it, take a step, an olive branch of sorts. It is your darkest nightmare comes true however when she avoids the hand that reaches for her, a look of, dare you say, disgust etched onto her face, and without so much as a word, she takes leave.

What have you done wrong, you do not understand.

All you know is that you feel discarded as though you are but a stale meal.

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To have been branded by this enchantress of a woman and afterwards carry the very traces of herself on your body, even with a good chance that she will no longer have any recollection of your little moment together, has filled you with bliss as much as having her mouth on your flesh did. 

Although her mien has betrayed nothing and she was the very picture of poise, you knew she was drunk as soon as endearments fell freely from her lips. “My darling sweetheart” so she has called you, and you have been too naive, too lovesick to believe that, albeit being under the influence of liquor, she has peppered you with kisses while thinking of you, while still being aware that it was on your body that she was leaving her traces. Alas, it has never crossed your mind that you would turn out to be a cheap substitute for the one she truly desires.

“Oi oi Lady Senjumaru has brought a girl to her palace.” 

When you have heard such murmurs amongst the guards, as selfish as it is, you were hoping it to be a falsehood.

Your little glimmer of a hope is crushed into smithereens once you are summoned to her chambers only to have your heart join the pile of dust on the ground. Nestled in your lady’s arms like a baby bird, a naked girl mewls and trembles whilst red lips leave messy kisses along her jaw and down the length of her neck.

The spider is making a show of devouring its prey, but instead of fear, you fall victim to pain, oh wretched, unforgiving pain. She is being deliberately cruel because ultimately, you are an audience to this play only due to her invitation.

“My darling little sweetheart.” And you watch, drenched in melancholy, as your lady savours the lips of someone who is not you.

Oh. 

“You.” Comes the voice, indifferent unlike the loving coo that was just uttered to the girl cradled close to her chest. “I want you to tidy up my place while I take my darling home.”

Oh. 

A nod, or rather, a bow is all you can manage so as not to bare your features that is now marred with an endless cascade of tears.

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Peeved would be a horrible understatement. It does not bode well with Senjumaru that while you were all she could think about, you had been cosying up to another, who, for all she knows, could have been one of her friends. Judging from the little display the other day, it could very well have been Kirio. How laughable she must have appeared, being all overly defensive for naught. 

She admits however that she was unnecessarily cruel with her reaction, and that her little act of revenge was childish at best. Essentially, she has only herself to blame, misinterpreting your innocent admiration for her to be something else, something sacred. And now, with that calloused display of hers, she might have even ruined the bond that the two of you have shared. 

No matter how she reasons with herself, it still perturbs her after all, and once again, something ugly rears its head when she finds more of those lingering hickeys on your body while she crosses paths with you in Kirinden. 

Good and evil play a tug of war, and evil emerges victorious.

“Back from another fun, I presume?”

“Why do you care?”

“My, what gives you the impression that I do? I’m merely curious which one of my comrades’ bed one of my guards is diligently warming every night.”

“Curiosity kills the cat, Lady Senjumaru.”

Rising out of the pool like a predator on a hunt, she corners her prey. Whereas her spindly arms manipulate you so that you are facing away from her and then, trap you against the wall, her two hands find home in the dip of your hips, pulling you until your back fits into the curve of her body.

“And oh does it pounce!” Growls the hunter as lips find your nape, teeth bestowing bruises and tongue soothing stings, all the while you shake like a leaf in her bodily confine.

Her hands wander over to your ribcage, holding you there, thumbing the soft underside of your breasts. It has your back curving into her body.

“Swift work is my biggest selling point, you understand. Do not underestimate the name of Senjumaru.” The sinking of her teeth directly into the throbbing vein on your neck triggers your fingers to dig into the flesh of her thigh. “Shu- ngh- Shutara.”

Senjumaru remembers a dream, an all too tantalising dream. In it, her charming little prey was deliciously caught in her web, and the great weaver has taken her sweet time savouring the delectable creature. What a divine little thing her prey was, squirming in her grasp and panting her name, ambrosia to her ears, while her mouth has mapped as many inches of skin as she could manage, committing everything to memory. It stays with her even when dawn breaks, except that, the dream she had was all but a dream, eluded Senjumaru. 

Amidst her arm twining round your chest, she hears it, a broken little sound that is but a tiny whisper. 

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The lady turns you in her arms. With gentle fingers, she tucks a few wayward strands behind your ears to reveal more of her colourful works, which she gingerly traces with a delicate digit. 

“These were my doing.” It is not a query, merely a statement.

“I understand that you have mistaken me for someone else.” You release a sigh, eyes slipping shut when a thumb presses onto a particularly sore spot. “So please, just let me be.”

“Is that what you want of me? To let you be?”

“What I want doesn’t matter.”

“Why doesn’t it matter?” Your attempt to flee from her gaze is effectively put to an end by a hand cradling your jaw. Mindlessly, a thumb bestows soft caresses to the apple of your cheek. “Answer me.”

“It just doesn’t, alright? Because I’m not- I’m not what you want.” When you look into her eyes, she finds in yours the first dew of tears, and before they could escalate into a cloudburst, she pulls you into her six-armed embrace, your face safely tucked into the nook of her neck. Along with a soft lingering press of a kiss atop your temple, she breathes her words into your skin. “Though I have a penchant for darning, it seems I’m superb at tearing the one thing I want perfectly weaved.”

“I hate you, my lady.” By the way your hands are fisting into her flesh as though your life depends on it, she begs to differ, though she only indulges you, a ghost of a smile hanging loosely on her lips. “Do you now?”

“Very much so. I hate that I love you.”

“Oh, but my dearest, how I love that you love me.”

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[ryyyybaaaa]

Nice cream break

#undertale #undertale fanart #ut fanart #royal guards #fanart #art #i don't know how to tag this lol

[loveabledustbunny]

they're literally the same thing you can't prove me otherwise

#bro......bro! #bromance #breekon and hope are gay idk about u #guys i swear im working on the jaisy art trust me #i'd never procrastinate on anything #*sweats* #breekon x hope #the magnus archives #tma #undertale #royal guards #did a genocide run of undertale with my friend #murder is so FUNNY

[hoofclid]

7 Year Blog Anniversary: Redraw 1

As my tradition to celebrate the start of my blog, each year I redraw some old comics as requested by my friends. We begin with Celestia being silly in 2019.

Original: https://www.tumblr.com/hoofclid/186353534244

Also, first digital comic drawn since... December? Mainly because I've been enjoying my pens, but also computer went kaput and I never reinstalled things until now.

#the anniversary was last week but I slightly maybe forgot until now #princess celestia #royal guards #blogiversary

[dantes-gf]

are garroth and laurance like parallel universe of the royal guards from undertale

#like the bro scene … #word for WORD #aphmau #minecraft diaries #aphmau minecraft diaries #aphmau mcd #aphverse #aphmau garroth #aphmau laurance #royal guards #undertale

[inbarfink]

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[under-lore]

How old is Frisk ?

One topic often debated about Frisk is the question of how old they are. With the fandom throwing around numbers anywhere between 5 and 16 without any real evidence, this post will attempt to give the most accurate answer possible based on game data and real world science.

There are three factors that can help determining Frisk’s age.

The first one is their physical appearance. The second one is their mentality, this ranges from Frisk’s personality to the things that they know or don’t or to their decision making process. The third one is how other characters treat Frisk and what they expect of them.

We know how average kids of any given age are like both mentally and physically, by comparing what we know of Frisk to this data, we can make an estimation of their age.

First things first, there is one thing that the game makes extremely clear :  Frisk is still a child, they are under 18.

Several characters call Frisk a child.

They are also still young enough to be going to school, Toriel even mentions she could be their teacher.

Gerson too shares that same assumption of Frisk having the age to be going to school. Gerson has the times where humans and monsters lived together on the surface, he would know what humans of different ages would look like.

Frisk also wears a striped shirt, which in the Undertale world is associated with children.

The question then becomes, how young of a child are they ?

The first thing to consider is that Frisk is able to read and write.

Reading is a skill usually developed by children around the ages of 4-5.

Writing is where it gets more interesting. Going by their appearance and by the situation, Alphys believes that Frisk would have been able to have written this whole letter.

That letter was actually written by Undyne, an adult. And one that seemingly has a lot of experience at it too.

This means that Frisk looks old enough for Alphys to assume that they are able to write as well as an adult would in this situation or at least close enough to it for mistaking Undyne’s writing for Frisk’s to be reasonable.

It is also note worthy that Alphys, familiar with anime, could tell what a human child looks like compared to an older adult as well.

The narrator, who can read Frisk’s mind, also believes that they would be able to write letters.

This is reiterated by Mettaton in his fight, where he claims that Frisk could be able to write not just a letter but a whole book after the essay.

While the very basics of writing comes at an earlier age, being able to write full meaningful sentences with proper punctuation doesn’t typically happen before age 7-10, this number can get even higher depending on the country.

Writing skills comparable to that of adults as Frisk would supposedly have however, is something that typically comes in the 10-13 age range.

Considering that Alphys might have gotten to the conclusion that Frisk wrote the letter a bit too fast or that a writing “close enough” to it would probably suffice, i believe it would be justified to accept a year of margin of error on the younger spectrum for that last one. In any case, that would make Frisk at least 9 even if they had learned that skill at a younger age than average.

The next notable detail is that Frisk has no interest in toys at all. They are too old for this.

Children fully losing interest in traditional toys and stopping to use them is something that usually happens starting from their pre-teens or early teenage years.

However when it comes to the topic of playing, considering that Toriel assumes that Frisk could still have fun by playing with the leaves, and that it appears she was correct, Frisk would seem to be more on the younger side of that spectrum.

This isn’t the only instance of Frisk having fun taking part in rather childish activities either. A teenager would most likely not do something like this :

Frisk was also able to climb Mt Ebbot in the first place, which isn’t that small of a feat either.

Sans is pretty good at analysing people going by their faces. On a few occasions, he seems to be assuming that Frisk would find his jokes entertaining and thus and have a somewhat childish sense of humor like he does.

Sans also seemingly assumes Frisk would find those passwords funny as well, which a teenager would probably not.

Gyftrot assumes that Frisk is a teen during its fight as those who decorated it were also teens.

Gyftrot here is suffering from confirmation bias and isn’t a reliable source, however this does seem to hint that Frisk couldn’t be that far from teenage years either.

One of the things that is shown to us several times regarding Frisk’s personality is that they can be intimidated fairly easily.

While the amalgamates are certainly a scary sight that could make this reaction understandable no matter Frisk’s age, Frisk doesn’t really have an excuse for being intimidated by a pie. One can hardly imagine a teen having this kind of reaction.

Another one of Frisk’s center of interest that is particularly relevant to this analysis is their odd affinity with flirting.

Wether it is with a monster they are willing to call mother, with a slime, with a ghost, with a skeleton or with a flying airplane, the flirting option appears considerably more than it reasonably should.

What is also relevant is the way that Frisk flirts.

Sometimes, their flirting seems childish or on a joking tone.

On other instances however, Frisk shows that they know how to actually flirt for real if they want to. Complimenting physical appearance and interests. That is something they are able to do.

Whilst Frisk’s flirting is obviously not actually serious, the fact that they ask burgerpants for romantic advice seems to say that they at least have somewhat of an interest in romance.

After all, they did get the royal guard together thanks to their own idea and helped setting up Alphys and Undyne.

Starting to develop an interest in romance but saying those things without any real intent behind what they say like Frisk does usually begins around pre-teens.

What is also important when it comes to Frisk’s flirting is the way that other characters react to it.

They find Frisk’s flirting more “adorable” than anything. They cannot take Frisk’s flirting seriously because they are too young. If Frisk had been a teenager, these reactions wouldn’t make sense.

This means that Frisk is both old enough to flirt and to know what they are saying even if they do not really mean it and young enough for their attempts at flirting with adults to be cute or “adorable” rather than awkward.

Once again, this is something that the pre-teen range fits best. Any older would be too old.

One more interesting to note regarding Frisk is that they know about certain things in life that younger kids usually do not know about yet.

For instance, We have this dialogue that ended up not making it to the final game and staying as a ‘testmonster’ Froggit dialogue for... fairly obvious reasons.

Im gonna have to agree on the narrator with that one. Jeez Frisk... Really ?

In any case, that is certainly not the kind of thing that any child younger than 10 years old would say. And even that is already an early age for this saying this type of stuff.

We have two other other instances of this that did actually make it into the final game however.

Sans makes a furry joke about Frisk, fully expecting them to know what a furry is and be able to get that joke. Again implying some amount of knowledge when it comes to this stuff.

The narrator also makes a similar joke about the royal guards.

Keeping in mind that the narrator was shown to be able to read Frisk’s mind and that Frisk can hear them, they wouldn’t say this unless they knew that Frisk would be able to understand what their joke was about.

Frisk knows this stuff.

The narrator in general does not treat Frisk like a smaller child either. For instance they do not mind using these kinds of words with their descriptions at all. They do not have any type of “im talking to a little kid” filter.

The next thing one would consider when it comes to finding Frisk’s age would be to find their height and compare it to that of real kids.

Does any of the artwork from Toby or Temmie allow to do this ?

Temmie’s artwork is extremely unreliable when it comes to Frisk’s height. This is something that can be verified by attempting to measure different Frisk’s from Temmie’s arts.

In this artwork, Frisk's height is that of a litteral toddler. A baby. This is obviously not accurate.

The whole point of concept art is to develop character design so that it can be used for a final product (here, the game). Since this art is focused on Papyrus and his puzzle, making them very big but Frisk very small is simply the most convenient way to work on Papyrus’ appearance and the puzzle’s design.

In this one however, they are slightly taller than Ness, who is 14 by the end of Earthbound.

The image with Ness also serves as a great example of the fact that drawing children as being very small no matter who it is or how old they are is one of the key points of Temmie Chang’s artstyle in general. This renders trying to find a characters’ height or age based on her art completely pointless, this is a dead end.

Besides, her art isn’t even canon anyways.

That leaves us with only the game itself.

When it comes to measuring the height or any part of the physical appearance of any Undertale character, the first thing to be aware of is that even if the game is obviously canon, the overworld sprites are not always accurate in terms of sprite size to what Toby’s intention was. This is because Toby put more intention into detail than into height accuracy. A good example of this happening is this scene.

Flowey’s face obviously doesn’t actually canonically triple in size for a few seconds, this was done just for the sake of having a more detailed laugh sprite. Flowey isn’t taller than Frisk.

While the overworld sprites remain good approximations in general, any measurement done with them has a pretty large margin of error due to both what we are measuring and the thing we measure it with possibly being height inaccurate.

However, Frisk’s sprite was the sprite based on which the rest of the sprites of the game were built. In fact, Toby didn’t add any proper sprites aside from Frisk’s sprites until the demo was basically finished.

This means that Frisk’s sprite is actually one of the only sprite in all of Undertale that we know actually is accurate in terms of height, and thus can be measured.

but lets not go too fast, there is still a problem.

The problem is that whatever we choose to measure Frisk with could itself be height inaccurate, which would render the results unreliable anyways.

For instance, basketballs have a standard size in real life, but since those basketball were made bigger than they should in UT for detail purposes, measuring Frisk with a basketball would thus make them seem much smaller than they really are.

For this same reason, measuring Frisk with a door, the human from the intro sequence, a fridge or pretty much anything at all makes for a flawed result.

This problem is easy to see from the fact that all of these attempts at calculating Frisk’s height with pixel measurement made by fans over the years ended up with different answers. To illustrate this, here are some tries from other people over the years who made this exact mistake :

If the reference isn’t accurate, then neither will be the result.

The only way to get a Frisk measurement that would actually be accurate would be to measure them by using as a reference something that is outright specifically called out by the game as being size accurate as well in addition to having standardised real world dimensions.

So... Do we have something like that anywhere in the game ?

Wow, thanks Toby for not making my life difficult this once.

Alright so by using this specifically-regular-sized sink as a measurement system, Frisk ends up being 1m47cm (4ft 10) tall.

(Turns out the Temmie one actually had it right after all...)

By comparing this to the average height of a child relative to their age, we find Frisk is slightly taller than the average 11 year old. In other words, they are right in the middle of the pre-teen range, which already had a lot of evidence pointing towards it.

There is another thing that needs to be pointed out. Children of male and female sex do not always have the same average height depending on age, starting from 14, children of male sex tend to get taller.

Thus, making Frisk 13 or younger allows them to look more androgynous, which is something that we know Toby was trying to do with Frisk’s design.

From their personality and behavior to how other characters treat them passing by their knowledge and capacities or their height, Frisk is implied several times to be at least 10 but also to not have reached teenage years yet.

Thus, Frisk would be somewhere in their pre-teens.

#undertale theory #undertale #frisk #frisk undertale #ut theory #ut #ut dr #toriel #alphys #sans #mettaton #burgerpants #flowey #papyrus #royal guards #monster kid #gerson #undertale frisk

[thewatercolours]

Podfic: "You Can Count On It" by Kursed Curtain

Just a goofy narration, guaranteed to include at least two tongue stumbles, of this sweet King's Quest ficlet by @kursed-curtain, who was promised a recording back in January and has been so patient.

Original text found here:

#Thanks for letting me record this! #podfic #king's quest #royal guards #kursedcurtain

[razurri]

Drawing one eye is the only thing consistent about my style atp

#drawing #hunter x hunter #hxh fanart #animanga #digital art #anime #hxh #fanart #hxh 2011 #hxh manga #neferpitou #hxh pitou #pitou #digital illustration #digital drawing #chimera ant arc #royal guards

[nonepizzaleftgirl]

Zenith of Justice - Chapter 3

Undyne wasn’t a sciencey kind of monster. Neither was Asgore. Neither were 01 or 02, as far as she was aware. So she could be pretty certain that all the scientific mumbo jumbo, all the proper nouns and specific terms that Alphys had been using, were not for any of their sakes. So for whose sake was it, then? Well, maybe Dr. Alphys was just nervous. Maybe she was stalling to get her thoughts in order. Or maybe the Royal Scientist thought that if she dressed up her crimes in sterile language, it would dampen their impact.

Chapter 3 of Zenith of Justice, the story for my Captain Martlet AU, is now here! This one has... more Alphys suffering (sorry Alphys), everyone's favorite pair of unnamed Royal Guards, and Martlet making a decision.

#undertale #undertale yellow #martlet #clover #undyne #alphys #asgore #rg 01 #rg 02 #royal guards #zenith martlet #captain martlet #captain martlet au #undertale fanfiction #undertale yellow fanfiction #uty spoilers #undertale yellow spoilers #zenith of justice

[funnelcakesandinfinitesuffering]

We don’t talk about them enough. Let’s discuss them.

#undertale #rg 01 #rg 02 #royal guards #lgbtqia #I complete forgot about them until I replayed it #Their confession scene was so unnecessarily dramatic #i loved it

[mamangasick]

Bleach

Tite Kubo

#bleach #bleach tybw #tybw #thousand-year blood war arc #tite kubo #manga #mangacap #shounen #shonen #action #supernatural #quincy #royal guards #yhwach #gerard valkyrie #lille barro #pernida parnkgjas #askin nakk le vaar #monochrome

[archeo-starwars]

Ask the Master by Pablo Hidalgo (Star Wars Insider #77)

#star wars #ask the master #star wars insiders #mandalorian armor #royal guards #death watch

[wretchedraymond45]

felt like posting this 😻

#undertale #undyne #royal guards #alphys #mettaton #sans #frisk #idk thought it would be sillay #edits

[hoofclid]

7 Year Blog Anniversary: Redraw 2

Original: "https://www.tumblr.com/hoofclid/161285914975/braeburn-should-have-a-badge-that-says-certified"

#shining armor #pinkie pie #hoofclid #braeburn #blogiversary #royal guards