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CORE FRISSSSSKKKKK!

Doodles from the stream!! Some Core memes and also my another Frisk OC called Army.

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my magnum opus........ papyrus army dreamers animatic..... 😇

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ut frisk and core frisk solidarity they play minecraft together

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YEAAAAH LOOK AT THE SILLY

ok, i know that tecnically core's birthday is 29th february, but im not waiting four years just for a fanart, and people who are born that day usually celebrate their birthdays a day before or after.

i like to think they struggled a lot thinking how many candles they should put on the cake before deciding to just go for 9 lol.

anyways happy birthday Core Frisk!

core frisk and chara belong to @dokudoki

blueberror belongs to @loverofpiggies

reaper frisk and chara belong to @renrink

dream sans belongs to @jokublog

poppy belongs to @fmsdraws

[muse-hodgepodge]

Sans is getting the sense that something big is about to happen and he isn't sure if he should take cover or not.

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Do the characters know BTS?

Frisk started talking about BTS to Flowey after he ask what a BTS lol.

The rest of the characters don't know who BTS is.

Thank you for Ask! Please keep asking questions! I love doing these interactions lol.

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Jus In Bello | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: yay arrests, canon violence, canon gore, henriksen being lowkey bigoted, mentions of smut (MDNI, 18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 6043

A/N: my american readers, i know we are all mourning this week. i hope that this brightens your day a bit. i love you all!

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Somewhere in Colorado, you and the Winchesters managed to track Bela down to a hotel. You rushed in with your gun stowed in your jacket and were surprised to find no one. Confused, you searched through drawers hoping to find the Colt instead. 

“Any sign of it?” Dean whispered commandingly. 

“No,” you replied. “This is definitely her room, though.” You held up three wigs from the dresser. 

Suddenly, the phone in the room rang. You shared a confused look with Sam and Dean. You picked the phone up trepidatiously, and didn’t say a word into it. 

“(Y/N)? Sweetie, are you there?”

“Bela,” you hissed. “Where are you?”

“Two states away by now.”

“Where?” you snarled. 

“Where’s our usual quippy banter? I miss it,” she sing-songed. 

“I want it back, Bela. Now.”

“Your little pistol, you mean?” she tsked. “Sorry, I can’t at the moment.”

“You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?” you argued. 

“What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?” she scoffed. 

“Uh, I don’t know, take our only weapon against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder?” you remarked. 

“You know nothing about me,” she replied bitingly. 

“I know I’ll stop you,” you said evenly. 

“Tough words for a gal who can’t even find me.”

“I’ll find you, I swear to god. Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than hunt you down and kill you,” you said. 

“That’s where you’re wrong. You’re about to be quite occupied.” Her words had a sinking feeling forming in your stomach. “Did you really think I wouldn’t take precautions?”

Suddenly, police officers burst into the room and pointed guns at you and the Winchesters. Immediately, you put your hands above your head and dropped the phone. 

“Hands in the air!” an officer shouted. “Down on your knees.”

“That bitch,” Dean growled from his position on the floor beside you. 

The officers forced you down onto the ground with your hands behind your back. When the officers repeated your Miranda rights, though, you noticed Bela had only given your first name. Thankfully, your full identity was still concealed. 

Though, that momentary relief quickly dissipated when you heard the voice of the man you’d spoken to on the phone of that bank in the shapeshifter case.

“Hi, guys,” Henriksen said. “It’s been a while.”

You watched Dean lay his head down on the floor beside you in defeat. 

***

Stoicism had always been your forte when it came to run-ins with the police. Dean, however, was as quippy and defensive as ever. You loved him more than anything, but that was definitely not going to work in your favor in this situation. 

Dean and Sam were shackled together and brought into the police station first. Meanwhile, one guard stayed with you in the police car. Unfortunately, you were frisked upon your arrest, and anything you had to help you get out of your cuffs were now unavailable to you. 

One other guard returned and led you into the police station. You cut your eyes at the secretary clutching a rosary and cowering in fear while she muttered what you assumed to be a prayer. You smirked at the irony of the situation. 

You were then thrown into the cell across from Sam and Dean; the only two cells in the entire station. You remained silent, not even talking to Sam and Dean. Your anxiety was quickly getting the better of you. No matter what escape plan you tried to think of, you knew it was a lost cause. 

“Hey there, sweetheart,” Dean called from across the hall. 

You kept your eyes at the ground. 

Then, the sound of footsteps you attributed to Henriksen approached. He stopped between the two cells, pacing around and addressing the three of you. “You know what I’m trying to decide?”

“I don’t know—”

‘Don’t do it, Dean,’ you thought. 

“What?” your partner continued to remark. “Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?”

“What to have for dinner tonight.” Henriksen clearly had no time for Dean’s comments today. “Steak or lobster, what the hell, surf and turf. I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you three in chains…”

“You kinky son of a bitch. We don’t swing that way,” Dean sneered. 

“Now, that’s funny.” 

“You know, I wouldn’t bust out the melted butter just yet,” Dean continued. “Couldn’t catch us at the bank, couldn’t keep us in that jail.”

“You’re right. Fucked up,” Henriksen nodded. “I underestimated you. I didn’t count on you being that smart, but now, I’m ready.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, ready to lose us again?”

“Ready like a court order to keep you in a supermaximum prison in Nevada till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so that between you and me… probably unconstitutional.”

Your stomach flipped again at his words. 

“How’s that for ready?” Henriksen smiled. “Take a good look at Sam and— oh, nice to meet you, (Y/N)— you three will never see each other again.”

You felt like you could throw up. 

“Aw,” the officer mocked. “Where’s that smug smile, Dean? I want to see it.”

Dean shook his head in disbelief. “You got the wrong guys.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot. You fight monsters. Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk, and no doubt, touched you in a bad place.”

‘Oh, fuck. C’mon, Dean, don’t do it,’ you silently begged. 

“That’s all. That’s reality,” Henriksen finished. 

“Why don’t you shut your mouth?” Dean spat through his teeth. 

“Well, guess what. Life sucks. Get a helmet. ‘Cause everybody’s got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer,” the officer pushed back. “And now I have three less to worry about. But what I’m curious about…” Henriksen turned to you. “What happened to you, (Y/N)? What’s your sob story?”

You stared up at him through your eyebrows angrily. 

“What, you met these two on the road somewhere? They convince you of this Satanist crap? Then what, you start givin’ it up to one of ‘em?”

“You shut your mouth now, Henriksen,” Dean roared. 

“Hmm,” the officer hummed. “I’m guessing it was Dean. I almost feel sorry for you. But I gotta tell you, that’s not your only issue, here. It took a while, but I figured you out. You an immigrant? ‘Cause you’re undocumented. Where you from? So I can send your ass back wherever you came from, and they can deal with you as they see fit.”

You still did not respond to him despite the rage and panic bubbling just below the surface. 

Henriksen seemed to get bored and look down at his watch. “Ah, well. It’s surf and turf time.” He laughed coldly and walked away from you. 

“(Y/N), you okay?” Dean asked, reflex seeming to have him pulling on the chains attached to his brother to try and get to you. 

You nodded.

“So, this is how it ends, huh?” Dean tried to remark. 

“No, Dean,” you murmured quietly. “We’ll figure something out.” After the “Mystery Spot” ordeal, you just wanted to spend some time with Dean taking a quiet case or finding Bela. This was not how you would’ve chosen for his last three months to go. You couldn’t believe this was going to be your fate.

Your anxiety was quickly getting the better of you, and you wanted nothing more than to be in the cell with Sam and Dean just for some form of comfort. 

Instead, you were isolated from them. You were feeling more and more isolated from both Winchesters lately. Maybe not physically but mentally. Mentally, you were just living in fear of the day that Dean left you. You were scared of what you were going to become after his death, especially after what the trickster told you. 

A man entering the cells from the office area caught your attention. He closed the heavy door behind him. “Sam and Dean Winchester. And Ms. (Y/N). I’m Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure.”

“Well, glad one of us feels that way,” Dean sneered. 

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you three to come out of the woodwork.” Suddenly, Steven spun around and shot at you, hitting you in the left shoulder. You shrieked in pain. 

“(Y/N)!” Dean and Sam yelled. 

You fell back to the ground and scrambled around the cell trying to get away from the shots the man was firing. 

Sam must have realized the man was possessed and began the exorcism ritual, making Steven’s head whip from side to side. He stopped firing, thankfully. “Sorry, I've gotta cut this short. It’s gonna be a long night, fellas.” Then, the familiar black smoke shot out of Steven’s body, and the man screamed. 

Henriksen and two other officers burst through the door. 

“What the hell was that?” one officer asked. 

“Put the gun down!” another commanded.

“He shot him!” 

Sam froze, still holding the gun. “I didn’t shoot him, okay. I didn’t shoot anyone.”

“He shot me!” you squeaked pointing to the man on the ground. You rolled toward the cold cement floor holding your left shoulder with the opposite arm. 

“Get on your knees, now!” Henriksen ordered. 

“Okay, okay, okay,” Sam mollified. “Don’t shoot. Please. Look. Here.” He passed the gun through the bars. “Look. We didn’t shoot him. Check the body. There’s no blood. We did not kill him. Go ahead, check him.”

One officer stooped to check Steven’s body. “Vic, there’s no bullet wound.”

“He’s probably been dead for months,” Dean explained. “What did you do to him?” Henriksen demanded. 

“We didn’t do anything,” Dean responded. 

“Talk or I shoot!”

“You won’t believe us.”

“He was possessed,” Sam began. 

“Possessed? Right,” the agent laughed coldly. “Fire up the chopper! We’re taking them out of here now.”

“Yeah! Do that!” Dean threw his hands up as best he could in his cuffs in exasperation. 

“Bill?” there was static on the other end of the radio in one officer’s hands. “Bill, are you there?” There was no answer. 

Henriksen nodded for the man to go check outside. 

The three other officers stood with their guns pointed at each of you. 

You continued to writhe, the bullet wound in your shoulder making the entire left side of your torso hurt, waves of heat emanating from the hole in both sides of your shoulder. 

“Could somebody help her for fuck’s sake?!” Dean grunted.

“They’re dead,” you heard the radio in an officer’s belt say. “I think they’re all dead.” His voice was cut off with a loud scream. 

Henriksen grabbed the radio. “What the hell was that? Reidy? Reidy?! Come in? Reidy? Reidy?”

Henriksen never got a response. He and the other officers left trying to help the one who was likely dead by now.

You started trying to shove the jacket around your body into your wound as best you could with the limited amount of fabric and range of motion due to the cuffs around your wrists. Then, you noticed a roll of toilet paper atop the metal toilet in the corner.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” Dean asked. 

You laughed through your pain as you crawled toward the toilet. 

“I know, I know, stupid question. I wanna come help you. I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault,” you hissed through your teeth, trying to keep pressure on the wound with the toilet paper. 

Then, the lights in the prison went off. 

Dean looked up at the ceiling. “Oh, that can’t be good.”

“Nope,” you groaned. “Fuck, man, what the fuck. What is wrong with our lives?”

Both brothers chuckled. 

Henriksen came back into the cell area. “What’s the plan? Kill everyone in the station, bust you three out?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean shot back. 

“I’m talking about your psycho friends. I’m talking about a blood bath,” Henriksen pressed. 

“Um, evidently, they’re not here to help us,” you groaned, motioning to the bullet wound in your shoulder. 

“She speaks,” Henriksen droned. 

“Look, you got to believe us,” Sam begged. “Everyone here is in terrible danger.”

“You think?”

“Why don’t you let us out of here so we can save your asses?” Dean begged. 

“From what? You gonna say ‘demons’?” He raised his gun, pointing it at the ceiling. “Don’t you dare say ‘demons’. Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me.” Then, he left. 

“How’s the shoulder?” Sam asked you. 

You took a pad of toilet paper with a large blood stain on it away from your shoulder. “I’ll live,” you shrugged. 

“Y’know, if we get out of here alive,” Dean added. 

“Right. So you got a plan?” you asked the brothers. 

Just then, you noticed the secretary peeking around a corner outside your cells. 

“Hey,” you said to her. 

Nancy backed off immediately, scared. 

“Hey, Nancy,” Dean said. “Look, my girl’s been shot real bad. Can you— Can you get her a towel, or something? Just one clean towel, okay?”

Nancy looked unsure. 

“Please, I’m beggin’ you here. Trust me, I don’t do that often,” Dean told her, trying to get her to open up a little. “Look. Look at us. We’re not the bad guys. I swear.” He gave her a smile, and Nancy shuffled away. 

You deflated. “Nice try,” you told Dean. “Thank you.” Your eyes sank to the ground, and then, movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. 

It was Nancy, who was back with a towel. 

“Thank you,” you smiled gratefully. 

“Thanks, Nancy,” said Dean. 

Nancy backed away from you when she’d given you your towel. Suddenly, Sam grabbed her from behind and pulled her against the bars. 

Nancy screamed, and an officer came in with a rifle.

“Let her go!” the officer demanded. “Let her go!”

Sam let Nancy go, and she left horrified. 

“You’re okay, Nance?” the officer asked her.

She nodded. 

The officer turned his attention back to Sam. “Try something again, get shot. And not in the arm.”

“Okay,” said Sam. 

“What the fuck was that?” Dean questioned, upset. 

Sam held up Nancy’s rosary. 

You snorted out a giggle. 

***

The towel was helpful, but not as helpful as some stitches, a clean bandage, and some antiseptic would be. 

“We’re like sitting ducks in here,” said Sam.

Dean sighed. “Yeah, I know. Would it kill these cops to bring us a snack?!” he shouted out his last words.

“Always thinkin’ with your stomach,” you snorted. 

Dean gave you a playful glare. 

“How many you figure are out there?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know,” you replied. “But they could be possessing anyone. Anyone could just walk right in, and we’d have no idea.”

“It's kind of wild, right? I mean, it’s like they’re coming for us. They’ve never done that before.” Dean smiled suddenly. “It’s like we got a contract on us. Think it’s because we’re so awesome? I think it’s ‘cause we’re so awesome.” 

You and Sam rolled your eyes. 

A sheriff entered and unlocked your cell.

“Well, howdy, there, sheriff,” Dean said to the officer. 

You stood, immediately uncomfortable and alert. “Uh, sheriff?”

“It’s time to go, darlin’,” he said monotonously. 

You backed up into the cell. “Uh, I’m okay! I’m comfy right here. Thanks, though.”

Henriksen suddenly appeared. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“We’re not just gonna sit around here and wait to die. We’re gonna make a run for it,” the man replied. 

“It’s safer here,” Henriksen pushed. 

“There’s a SWAT facility in Boulder.”

Henriksen stepped into your cell. “We’re not going anywhere.” Then, he shot the officer in the head. 

“Sam!” you yelled, and he tossed you Nancy’s rosary as you dodged a blow from the demon possessing Henriksen. You wrestled the gun away from him and threw it out of the cell. You scrambled to subdue the demon and dropped the rosary into the toilet. 

Between shouts from the brothers trying to break out of their cell and Henriksen grunting as you wrestled him, you got your cuffs around Henriksen’s neck and pulled hard. 

You knew it would hurt like a mother, but you flipped yourself over Henriksen’s head and pulled him to the ground with you where the holy-water toilet bowl was waiting. You shouted out an exorcism, continuously forcing his head into the bowl. You sat on his shoulders trying to use all your body weight to way the much stronger man down. 

“Hurry up!” you heard Dean yelling. 

“It’s too late. I already called them!” the demon told you between gasps as his head came out of the water. “They’re already coming.”

You shoved him back into the water and finished the exorcism. 

Henriksen screamed as black smoke shot out of his mouth and into the air vent in the ceiling. 

You got off the man’s back and sat down on the bed, panting. Henriksen had fallen to the floor. You then noticed the small crowd that had gathered around your open cell. 

“Is he… is he dead?” Nancy squeaked. 

Henriksen regained consciousness and coughed. “Henriksen! Hey,” called Sam. “Is that you in there?”

You got down to Henriksen’s level to give him a once-over. 

“I… I shot the sheriff,” Henriksen breathed out. 

You could feel Dean’s next quip coming. “But you didn't shoot the deputy.”

Despite yourself, you snorted out a laugh. You quickly regained your composure when you noticed Sam’s glare. 

“Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then…” 

You cut Henriksen off. “Black smoke? You were possessed.”

He looked up at you in disbelief. “Possessed, like… possessed?”

“That’s what it feels like. Now you know,” you shrugged. 

“I owe you the biggest “I told you so” ever.” Dean returned his gun to Henriksen. 

The agent stood and addressed the officer standing behind him that you’d just noticed. “Officer Amici. Keys.”

With said keys, he released you and the brothers from your cells and chains. 

Dean rushed to your side. 

“Alright, so how do we survive?” Henriksen looked between the three of you.

***

Dean insisted on patching you up. You insisted you could do it yourself, but Dean was just as stubborn as you were. Finally, you allowed him to work on you. 

Sam had drawn two devil’s traps on the floor of the station in the midst of Dean tending to you. The officer, whose name you learned was Phil, helped Henriksen prepare guns. 

Dean snorted at the guns. “Well, that’s nice. It’s not gonna do much good.”

“We got an arsenal here,” Phil replied. 

“It’s like using a BB gun on a T-Rex. That’s just gonna make them mad,” you informed them. 

“What do you need?” asked Henriksen. 

Dean smirked slightly. “Salt. Lots and lots of salt.”

Phil scoffed. “Salt?”

“What, is there an echo in here?”

“There’s road salt in the storeroom,” Nancy piped up from the corner. 

“Perfect. Perfect,” Dean sighed in relief. “We need salt at every window and every door.”

Henriksen and Phil left to go retrieve it. 

You hissed as Dean made a particularly rough jab at your arm with his stitching and grabbed his wrist. 

“Sorry,” he murmured. 

You stroked his wrist with your thumb briefly before dropping your hand. You turned to Nancy, who looked on silently. “How you holdin’ up, angel?”

“Okay,” she shrugged, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. “When I was little, I would come home from the Church and start to talk about the devil. And my parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh?” 

You laughed softly. “Evangelical?” 

“Yeah, actually,” she replied. “I would ask if you are, but…” 

You laughed. “No. Raised Catholic, though.”

She made a sound of disapproval.

You laughed again. “Yeah, I’m not exactly crazy about it, either.”

Dean finished wrapping the bandage around your shoulder while you talked to Nancy. “Thank you,” you told your partner. 

He kissed your forehead as he stood from his chair. Phil returned at that moment. 

“Hey, where's my car?” asked Dean. 

“Impound lot out back,” Phil replied. 

Dean moved to leave. 

“Wait.” Phil stopped Dean. “You’re not going out there?”

“Yeah, I got to get something out of my trunk.”

You immediately stood to follow him. “I’m coming with you.”

“(Y/N), no,” Dean warned. 

“Dean,” you responded, leaving no room for argument. His gaze was intense, but you held it with equal ferocity. He was the first to look away, informing you that you’d won the argument. 

You smiled cheerfully and followed him out to the Impala. 

As soon as you were outside, Dean was angrily ranting. “I’m gonna fucking kill Bela, I swear.”

“Not if I kill her first.”

“I mean, she nearly got you fucking killed. Over a gun that means nothing to her. What the fuck is she playing at?” 

“Dean—” you tried to cut him off. 

“I swear to god, I’m gonna make it slow and painful.”

“Dean—”

“She’s gonna wish we got locked up in supermax,” he growled. 

“Dean—!”

“What?!” he asked, turning to face you. 

You were looking at him with such admiration, and his shoulders relaxed immediately as did his angry expression. “I love you,” you told him. 

Dean leaned down to kiss you fiercely in the middle of the impound lot, cupping your chin. You pulled yourself impossibly closer to him.

He pulled away from hungrily kissing you momentarily. “I would fuck you right now if I could.”

You laughed. “Demon hunting’s what does it for you?”

“Watching you demon hunt does it for me,” he said. “The way you held your own against Henriksen? Damn.”

You pulled his lips back down to yours but pulled away after a quick kiss. Dean’s lips chased yours, but you turned and started walking forward. 

“(Y/N),” he groaned.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you told Dean’s car as you approached it. You helped Dean pack his duffel bag with various weapons quickly until you caught sight of black smoke hurrying toward you. The lights in the lot flickered, and you smacked Dean’s arm frantically to get him to look. 

Dean immediately pulled you away from the car after shutting and locking it, and the two of you raced back to the station. 

As quickly as you could, you got back in the doors. “They’re coming!” you shouted, slamming the doors behind you and Dean. 

Black smoke hit the window beside Nancy, and she screamed. You grabbed Dean’s and Nancy’s hands and pulled them into the center office with Sam close behind. 

Dean tossed two sawed-off shotguns to you and Sam, and Henriksen looked between the three of you in admiration and confusion. 

Phil, Nancy, and Henriksen had salted the windows while Sam spray-painted devil’s traps on the floor. The building shook as the demons hit what you imagined was the invisible wall keeping them out. 

“Everybody okay?” Sam asked. 

“Define ‘okay’.” That was the first time you’d heard Henriksen’s voice tremble. 

“Alright, everybody needs to put these on,” ordered Dean, handing each person a protection necklace. “They’ll keep you from being possessed. There you go.”

“What about you guys?” Nancy asked.

You pulled down your jeans just enough to reveal the tattoo on your hip while Sam and Dean revealed theirs on their chests. 

“Smart. How long you had those?” Henriksen asked. 

“Not long enough,” Sam replied. 

***

You stayed in the office with Dean and Henriksen while Phil, Sam, and Nancy went to check the perimeter. Henriksen stared sadly at Melvin’s nameplate— the officer he’d killed— and your heart hurt for him. As much of a pain in your ass as Henriksen had been, he had a big heart. 

He then picked up one of the shells you were filling yours and Dean’s guns with. “Shotgun shells full of salt.”

“Whatever works,” Dean shrugged. 

“Fighting off monsters with condiments,” Henriksen said more to himself than you. “So. Turns out demons are real.” He took off his tie and began filling his own gun with the rocksalt shells. 

“FYI, ghosts are real too,” Dean noted. “So are werewolves, vampires, changelings, evil clowns that eat people.”

“Okay then,” the agent nodded. 

Dean smiled. “If it makes you feel better, Bigfoot’s a hoax.”

Henriksen snorted. “It doesn’t. How many demons?”

“Total?” you asked. “No idea. A whole lot, though.”

“You know what my job is?” Henriksen asked. 

“You mean besides locking up the good guys?” Dean smirked. “I have no idea.”

Henriksen began, “My job is boring; it’s frustrating. You work three years for one break, and then maybe you can save... a few people. Maybe. That’s the payoff. I’ve been busting my ass for fifteen years to nail a handful of guys, and all this while, there’s something off in the corner so big. So yeah… sign me up for that big, frosty mug of wasting my damn life.”

“You didn't know,” you told him.

“Now I do.” Henriksen looked thoughtful. “What’s out there? Can you guys beat it? Can you win?”

“Honestly? I think the world’s gonna end bloody,” Dean replied. “But it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin’.”

“Plus, you got nothing to go home to but your brother.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Dean replied, nodding at you. 

You smiled. 

“So I was right,” Henriksen nodded, smiling lopsidedly. 

“What about you? You rockin’ the white picket fence?” Dean asked Henriksen.

He shook his head. “Empty apartment, string of angry ex-wives.”

“Well, if there’s anything this one’s proven to me,” Dean nodded toward you again, “it’s that there’s someone for everybody.”

“Look at you getting sappy,” you said. “Imagine that.”

Dean smirked and clicked the barrel of the shotgun back into place. 

Suddenly, you heard a crash. You grabbed your gun and ran out into the lobby. 

A woman had broken in, but you couldn’t quite see who it was around Sam. 

“How do we kill her?” Henriksen asked, stepping up beside Sam.

“We don’t.” Sam lowered Henriksen’s rifle, informing you exactly who had gotten in. 

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, god.”

“She’s a demon,” Henriksen replied, confused. 

“She’s here to help us,” Sam replied. 

“Are you kidding?” Phil piped up.

“Are you gonna let me out?” Ruby asked. 

Henriksen looked to you, confused. You just shook your head in exasperation.

Sam scratched the ground to let Ruby out of the devil’s trap. 

“And they say chivalry’s dead,” she remarked. “Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here.”

“Show off,” you murmured.

Dean smirked. 

Ruby walked past you into the main office, and you, Dean, and Henriksen followed closely. 

“How many are out there?’ you asked. 

“Thirty at least,” she replied. “That’s so far.”

“Oh, good,” Dean snarked. “Thirty! Thirty hit men, all gunning for us.”

“Who sent them?” you asked. 

Ruby looked to Sam, who stood in the doorway. “You didn’t tell them? Oh, I’m surprised.”

“Tell us what?” you asked, cutting your eyes at Sam.

“There’s a big new up and comer. Real pied piper,” she explained. 

“Who is he?” Dean questioned. 

“Not ‘he’. Her,” Ruby answered. “Her name is Lilith.”

You laughed, immediately recognizing the name. “Like, from Isaiah? That Lilith?”

Ruby nodded. “Look at you, sparky. You almost impress me. She really, really wants Sam’s intestines on a stick. ‘Cause she sees him as competition.”

Dean turned his attention to Sam. “You knew about this?” Sam didn’t answer.

“Well, gee, Sam. Is there anything else I should know?!” Dean roared. 

“How about the two of you talk about this later? We’ll need the Colt.”

“About that,” you said to Ruby. 

She looked at you in anticipation. “Where is the Colt?”

“It got stolen,” you admitted. 

“I’m sorry. I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard you say that you were stupid enough to let the Colt get grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands. Fantastic. This is just peachy.”

“Hey, look,” you said. “You’re not my mother. Spare me the reprimanding, okay?”

“Shut up,” she told you. “Fine. Since I don’t see that there’s any other option, there’s one other way I know to get you out of here alive.”

“What’s that?” Dean asked. 

“I know a spell. It’ll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included. So, you let the Colt out of your sight, and now, I have to die. So next time, be more careful. How’s that for a dying wish?” she spat. 

“Okay, what do we need to do?” Dean asked. 

“Aw,” she tsked, “you can’t do anything. This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue.”

Dean nodded. “I got virtue.”

The demon snickered. “Nice try. You’re not a virgin.”

The older brother laughed. “Nobody’s a virgin.”

Ruby looked at Dean and then at Nancy. 

“No. No way. You’re kidding me, r— You’re…” Dean trailed off under your warning gaze. 

“What? It’s a choice, okay?” Nancy’s cheek blushed, and she looked down to her ballet flats. 

“So, y-you’ve never… Not even once? I mean not even – Wow.” “Dean!” you scolded, lightly smacking the back of his head. 

“So, this spell. What can I do?” Nancy smiled at Ruby.

“You can hold still,” Ruby replied, almost smirking, “while I cut your heart out of your chest.”

“What?!” the woman squeaked. 

“Are you crazy?!” you pushed back. 

“I’m offering a solution,” Ruby said in response. 

“You’re offering to kill somebody,” Dean argued. 

“And what do you think’s gonna happen to this girl when the demons get in?”

Henriksen piped up. “We’re gonna protect her. That’s what.”

“Very noble,” Ruby scoffed. 

“Excuse me!” Nancy politely interjected. 

“Guys—” you tried, having heard Nancy trying to speak. 

“You’re all gonna die. Look. This is the only way,” Ruby continued, talking over you. 

“Would everybody please shut up?!” Nancy yelled. She turned her attention to Ruby. “All the people out there… will it save them?”

Ruby nodded. “It’ll blow the demons out of their bodies. So if their bodies are okay… yeah.”

Nancy paused thoughtfully. “I’ll do it.” The room erupted into a string of “hell, no”s.

“We don’t have a choice,” Ruby argued. 

“Yeah, well, your choice is not a choice,” Dean asserted. 

“Sam, you know I’m right,” Ruby tried, but the younger brother wouldn’t look at her. 

Dean smiled, thinking Sam would agree with him. “Sam? What the hell is going on?”

“Sam,” you urged. “C’mon, man.”

“It’s my decision,” Nancy tried. 

“Damn straight, cherry pie,” Ruby commented. 

“Stop! Stop! Nobody kill any virgins. Sam, I need to talk to you. (Y/N), you, too.” Dean led you and Sam out into the hallway. “Please tell me you’re not actually considering this. We’re talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her heart.”

“And we’re also talking about thirty people out there, Dean. Innocent people who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here,” Sam responded. 

“It doesn’t mean that we throw away the rule book and stop acting like humans. I’m not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl, who hasn’t even been laid. I mean, look, if that’s how you win wars, then I don’t want to win,” Dean stated. 

“Then what? What do we do, Dean?” Sam pushed. 

Dean turned away, and the wheels in your head turned. “Wait, I have an idea,” you announced. “It’s, uh, a stupid one, but it beats killing a virgin.”

“How stupid?” Sam asked. 

“Like, Dean-level stupid,” you answered. 

“I’m standing right here,” Dean said. 

“I’m kidding. You’re very smart when you wanna be.” You patted his shoulder softly.

“Okay, so, what’s the plan?” Sam questioned.

“Open the doors,” you said. “Let ‘em all in, and we go to town.”

***

You stood near the main entrance waiting for Dean to give the “all clear.” Ruby left moments ago through the doors you stood near, and it gave you a clear view of just how many demons lay ahead of you. 

Nancy and Phil waited on the roof with bags of salt to lock the demons in the station with you to carry out your fabulously idiotic plan. 

“All set?” Dean called to you. 

A string of “Ready!” came from you, Sam, and Henriksen. 

“Let’s do this,” called Dean. 

You broke the salt lines and devil’s trap protecting the doors in front of you. You threw the outside doors open, and suddenly, a demon appeared from above to kick his feet at you. You shot at the demon while you scrambled backward to try and scramble into the office. 

You stumbled toward the audio room, shooting shot after shot over your hurt shoulder. You met Henriksen inside, providing him cover while he waited for the symbol from Dean. 

Your shotgun clicked, having run out of shots, and you chuckled the gun at the snarling demon in front of you. 

“Henriksen, now!” Dean yelled, much to your relief. 

Henriksen turned it on while you wrestled with the demon in front of you, and the demon shoved you to the ground. He had your discarded shotgun pressed to your throat as the beginnings of the exorcism you had recorded played over the station’s radio system. 

The demons screamed horribly as your voice carried over the loudspeakers, and the demon above you rolled off, allowing you to breathe once more. As the exorcism finished, you struggled to get to your feet. You checked on Henriksen behind you, who’d also had a tussle with a demon, and he sighed in relief. 

You stumbled out of the audio room with Henriksen in tow, and you found the boys making their way out of the office.

After stepping over the collapsed, formerly possessed people scattered across the floor, Dean tucked you into his side as you took in the scene around you. You wiped blood off your lip and laughed in relief. You put your arm around Sam, and the three of you stayed there silently for a moment. 

***

You bid goodbye to Henriksen, Nancy, and Phil, and the FBI agent had said he’d kill you, Dean, and Sam in his report back to the Bureau. Despite how rocky your relationship with the man had been, you were grateful for the way it’d ended. 

Now, in your motel room, you packed up, and Ruby appeared at the door. 

“Turn on the news,” she ordered, walking into the room. 

You did so.

“The community is still reeling from the tragedy that happened just a few hours ago. Authorities believe a gas main ruptured causing the massive explosion that ripped apart the police station and claimed the lives of everyone inside. Among the deceased, at least six police officers and staff, including sheriff Melvin Dodd, deputy Phil Amici, and secretary Nancy Fitzgerald as well as three FBI agents, identified as Steven Groves, Calvin Reidy, and Victor Henriksen.”

Your hand flew to your mouth in horror.

“Three fugitives in custody were also killed. We’ll continue to follow the story here at the scene, but for now, back to you, Jim.”

Ruby turned off the television and looked at the three of you with an “I-told-you-so” look.

“Fuck you, Ruby,” you huffed. 

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” she responded. 

“Must’ve happened right after we left,” said Sam. 

Ruby tossed hex bags to you and the brothers. “Considering the size of the blast, smart money’s on Lilith.”

“What’s in these?” you asked.

“Something that’ll protect you. Throw Lilith off your trail… for the time being, at least.”

You nodded to her in thanks, and Sam thanked her audibly. 

“Don’t thank me,” she scoffed. “Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin, plus a half a dozen other people. So after your big speech about humanity and war, turns out, your plan was the one with the body count. Do you know how to run a battle? You strike fast, and you don’t leave any survivors. So no one can go running to tell the boss. So next time, we go with my plan.” With that, she left. 

Your head dropped in exasperation, and Dean reached over to grab your hand. He squeezed tightly, and you and the Winchesters sat in silence for a long while. 

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[ask-trialtale]

trying to imagine what career frisk could have other than hitman that’d get them to lv 13… no chance in hell they became a cop, so what does that even leave? mob enforcer? terrorist? doubt they joined the army… petty criminal? guess it’s not petty anymore if you kill people, though… radical activist? is frisk the claims adjuster?

or maybe they just lived in like. a spectacularly shitty area?? what job can you get other than cop, hitman, or soldier in modern times that result in having to do murder? surely there can’t be that many…

[ * We did not kill anyone on the surface, no. But Violence seems to be measured differently up there. ]

[ * Fascinating, is it not? ]

[onebizarrekai]

Can we have Ds Randy lore pls pls 😣..

oh my god his lore is absolutely bonkers. have I ever ranted about it. I don't remember.

ya boy randy grows up in a Magic Nightmare Dimension that's meant to be like, a real nursery rhyme. that like, kids are told by their parents that they'll be snatched away into the Nightmare Dimension™ if they misbehave or act out or whatever, except the dimension is real. it's like, horrortale-esque, just without the entirety of horrortale. for some reason randy's name is dino and he works as the abused lumberjack assistant of a blacksmith and he's supposed to be like the most sentient person in the dimension who's the only one who questions his purpose because everyone around him has an innate desire to kill intruders, those being the children that fall into the dimension when they sleep at night.

then JR just, magically finds this extremely specific dimension, kills everyone, except randy because he's "really good at hiding" (amazing) and so randy's just. straight up the only survivor. he lives in this nightmare dimension for years BY HIMSELF and gives company to the children who still slip into it to try and make it less scary for them. and because core frisk is still an element of the story, they show up multiple times, they tell him he shouldn't be alone in a place like this. it takes a bit of convincing because randy is afraid of leaving it empty, but he eventually concedes. and the evil nightmare dimension disappears because it has no more inhabitants.

fast forward, randy, for some stupid reason, wants to do core frisk's job. he's like "I wanna save people from their timelines and give them a place to stay" and core frisk is like "no that's my job, go be a member of society" and randy is so upset that he breaks into the omega timeline's resident avengers tower (I don't know what it is! it's a skyscraper! my brain says it's a random skyscraper!) where they're keeping their experimental Dimension Traveling Fluid. randy splatters it all over his lumberjack axe that he still has for some reason, and you guessed it, tries to do core frisk's job. because this story loves being extremely over the top, randy accidentally rescues a like murderer rapist who hurts people and everyone in the omega timeline is like "oh my god! you bastard!" because apparently this random criminal is the only guy in the history of the omega timeline who's hurt anyone. and core frisk is all like "randy don't ever do that again" and randy is so ashamed and knows that everyone hates him and he just. leaves entirely. because somehow, even though they confiscated his weapon, he breaks BACK INTO THE SKYSCRAPER TO STEAL IT BACK. and core frisk purposefully does not go after him. I don't know. maybe they did it on purpose. maybe it's a mind game and they were trying to get rid of him. who even knows at this point.

and this guy just, he just does whatever for the next however long. my notes just say "he stumbled into JR one day when they had coincidentally rescued a bunch of children from a murder cult". and JR just immediately sees him in the cams, and they're like, who's that guy, so they bring him in, and randy's panicking because these guys killed off his whole universe. and they just put him a cell! for no reason! they're like "he's got classified technology in his weapon" and they throw him in jail, say they're going to "deal with him later" and bunny coincidentally happens to be in the cell next to him because when you are a traumatized baby teen and you're melting down because a bunch of guys in white army suits started killing everyone you know, they put you in a cell. and for some reason randy starts talking to bunny about being free from the cult despite this being way out of his depth, and despite him only knowing what he briefly overheard. and JR has waiting times like a doctor's office so like an hour passes before bunny will say a single word to him. and then like, they just start sort of talking, and there's a guard there, he just stops existing, stops caring that they're talking about breaking out and then some more guys come in and take bunny somewhere else and interrogate randy some more.

and here's the thing. I do not know how they broke out. my notes stop there. I don't know. I think bunny got away and stole his weapon back?? and they escaped together?? that's insane. oh yeah, this is the part where randy is like "I was just passing through" the guards are like "do you have any idea how high the security is here" and it just makes me laugh every single time. why is JR so incompetent. it's just funny at this point.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Gabriella Ferrigine at Salon:

John Oliver on Sunday's episode of "Last Week Tonight" delved into how former President Donald Trump's second term could hypothetically play out given that polls give him an edge over President Joe Biden. “You can go on his website and see it all laid out, and it’s pretty alarming,” Oliver said, before playing a clip of Trump articulating his plans to dismantle trans rights. "I will ask Congress to pass a bill establishing that the only genders recognized by the United States government are male and female, and they are assigned at birth," Trump said in the clip. "No serious country should be telling its children that they were born with the wrong with the wrong gender," he added, claiming that it is a concept "never heard of in all of human history" until it was recently invented by "the radical left." "That is really the Trump experience in a nutshell right there," Oliver said. "Hateful ideology, a promise to make life harder for minorities, all wrapped up in a non sequitur so stupid it is inconveniently funny. The radical left invented trans people a few years ago? I’m sorry. What?!? Did they put it on 'Shark Tank' and I somehow missed it?” The host then brought up a number of Trump's other plans if he assumes the presidency again, including mass deportation, requiring local law enforcement agencies to implement controversial policing tactics such as stop-and-frisk, slashing funding for schools that implement a mask or vaccine mandate, and impose a universal tariff of at least 10% on all imports.

"He's promising to get revenge on his enemies," Oliver said. "At rallies he’s told supporters that ‘I am your retribution,’ which sounds like something you’d hear out of the mouth of Megatron rather than a major presidential candidate." "He's been specific about who will be on the receiving end of that retribution," Oliver added, before showing footage of Trump claiming that he will "root out communists, Marxists, fascists, and the radical left thugs that live like vermin within the confines of our country, that lie and steal and cheat on elections and will do anything possible — they'll do anything — whether legally or illegally to destroy America and destroy the American dream." "Was he falling asleep at the end there?" Oliver jokingly asked. "Second, it's not usually a great sign when a politician starts referring to groups as vermin, unless of course they're running for mayor of Zootopia and they're gunning for the little Rodentia votes."

[...] Project 2025's 900-page handbook, for example, includes plans for dismantling the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration because it is "one of the main drivers of the climate change alarm industry." Oliver observed other initiatives included in the handbook, such as installing a pro-life task force to replace Biden's reproductive healthcare task force, disassembling the FBI, defunding the Department of Justice, outlawing pornography, and more. Speaking about the two figures spearheading Project 2025, Trump associates Russ Vought and John McEntee, Oliver said, “Their goal here is clear: To assemble an army of vetted, trained staff who can begin dismantling the administrative state from day one."

On the most recent episode of HBO’s Last Week Tonight that aired last Sunday, host John Oliver had an alarming segment about how Project 2025 would harm America in a multitude of ways.

See Also:

The Guardian: On HBO's Last Week Tonight, John Oliver on a second Trump term: ‘Really does promise to be far, far worse’

Can We Still Govern?: The Public Opposes Trump's Plans to Politicize Public Services

From the 06.16.2024 edition of HBO's Last Week Tonight:

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Masterpost 37

New characters & important posts

Horrorswapfell Sans & Papyrus

Characters birthdays

New pinned post

General asks

S/O tries to kiss skeleton's hands (Error)

Sans and Wine relationship (UT & FSG Sans)

What are the skeletons thinking of Ink? (All skeletons)

Main favorite Thanksgiving activities (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Some headcanons about Grillby (UT, UF, HT Grillby)

Skeleton has to free his brother from prison (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Frisk/Chara/Aliza gets shot during a peaceful public discourse (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton brothers switch bodies for a day (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton's most disliked food (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O wants skeleton to follow them in their fashion choices (HT Papyrus)

Blue and Edge are rivals but their S/O are friends with the other (US Sans, UF Papyrus)

S/O is a crazy cat lady (US Papyrus)

S/O wants to be active with his skeleton's boyfriend (US Sans)

Skeleton is evicted from his house because of a racist landlord (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

A television team wants to record a day in skeleton's life (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Coffee's opinion on everyone else (FSG Papyrus + All skeletons)

Skeleton's friend wants him to act like he's a child to get free tickets to the movie theater (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans)

Swapfell Toriel dies and Nox has to become King (SF Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton walks into their S/O changing clothes (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton builds a gingerbread house with their S/O (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

What skeletons are on the naughty list (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

How does the skeleton get ready for the Holidays (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

A kid is getting kidnap right in front of their eyes (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O's big brother threatens characters during a family dinner (UT characters)

It's Jurassic Park on the Surface by the time the Barrier broke (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

How the skeletons see their own bodies (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Someone breaks into their house and is sleeping on the couch (UT Sans, UT Papyrus, UT Undyne, UT Alphys, UT Grillby, UT Muffet, UF Sans, UF Papyrus, UF Undyne, UF Alphys)

Pumpkin's inferior prosthetic jaw (HS Papyrus)

Skeleton is hurting his brother's feelings without knowing it (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

The pepper bell was pregnant all along (HT, HS, HF, HSF Sans & Papyrus)

How would Fang celebrate his birthday (MF Sans)

What if Oak never had his head injury (HT Sans)

S/O enjoys morning walks in the forest (HT, HS, HF, HSF Sans & Papyrus)

A human kidnaps the skeleton ambassador and asks for money to give him back (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Frisk/Chara doesn't speak English during their trip in the Underground (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus + UT Toriel)

S/O learns sign language and tells Pumpkin they love him (HS Papyrus)

Skeleton's child tries to wake him up when he's deep asleep (HT Sans)

How do they feel about having children (HS, HF, HSF Sans & Papyrus)

Another monster has a crush on Skeleton's S/O (UT, US, UF Sans)

Skeleton's adult children said they couldn't come for Christmas but show up by surprise (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Horrorswapfell event

Skeletons that don't like them or feel comfortable around them (HSF Sans & Papyrs, MT Papyrus, MF Sans & Papyrus, Killer)

About kissing Bear (HSF Sans)

Why did the brothers kill Asgore (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

Bear likes Mafiafell Papyrus (HSF Sans, MF Papyrus)

Meeting Nox and Rus (SF, HSF Sans & Papyrus)

How is their life on the farm (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

Seeing Frisk/Chara (UT Frisk, UT Chara, HSF Sans & Papyrus)

Some children are visiting the farm on a school trip (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

What do they search as a partner (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

What music do they like (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

Why did the army raid the Underground (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

When did Bear learn how to knit (HSF Sans)

What happened to their Temmie and Monster Kid (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

Tiger and intruders on the farm (HSF Papyrus)

What part of Bear's skull is missing (HSF Sans)

Can they be around humans (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

What the other Horror skeletons think of them (HT, HS, HF Sans & Papyrus)

Tiger and Wine's relationship (HSF Papyrus, FSG Sans)

S/O love language is to give handmade gifts (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

What would have happened if the army raided the Underground through the Barrier (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

S/O has a lot of scars (HSF Sans & Papyrus)

Other things

What do I feel about some popular ships

How did I choose the birthday dates for the characters

About fanarts/fanfictions

A super cool Pumpkin fanart

Myfanwi talks

The Avengers (QSMP One shot)

Transgender day of remembrance

Christmas fluff balls

Little Thor and Mjöllnir photoshoot

French government is shit

Thor & Mjöllnir just gossiping

Mjöllnir is Mr. Sassy

Trans rights

Happy holidays!

[promise-keeper-papyrus]

What if Asgore had a sister that survived the war (with others) and they escaped being trapped under the mountain?

What if she waited for her brother to return so they can have their revenge, but Asgore doesn't want it anymore...

She's basically almost a mix of Demona and Azula...

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss...

She also has blonde hair like Asgore...

Asgore and his sister used to be close...

The sister and Toriel used to get along well...

The sister always hated humanity (because of how most medieval humans treated monsters), even before the war, things were tense...

During the ancient war's final battle, the royal parents of Asgore and the sister (and the original monster rulers) were murdered by a human, right in front of Asgore, his sister and Toriel...

Asgore fell into despair and called a retreat with his army, which resulted in his army and kingdom being cornered in Mount Ebott...

Meanwhile, the sister became enraged, destroyed the human, absorbed his soul and then uses its power to end any human in her path... she convinces almost half of the army to join her in escaping far away from Mount Ebott... when the sister and her followers escaped and hid themselves, the human soul violently escapes the sister's body, leaving her exhausted and in deep pain...

When the Sister saw the magical light that created the barrier that trapped her brother and kingdom, she vowed to find a way to wipe out all humans...

Throughout the centuries, she's been creating a powerful and dangerous spell, mixed with magic and science that can wipe out humanity across the world... but she needs one final ingredient... a human soul strong enough to handle the ritual (the soul always breaks while the spell is preformed), and Frisk's red soul would be perfect...

The Sister and her Followers are aware that what they're doing is evil, but it's a 'necessary evil' to protect their own race... they're just being the villains that humanity wanted them to be... the Sister secretly can't stand the holier-then-thou attitude that Undyne and some others of Asgore's Kingdom has... but she uses that to her advantage... to manipulate them all to her side.

The Sister also has either been hiding in the shadows, or pretending to be a human with an illusion, while she's on the surface waiting for Asgore.

About a month after Asgore's Kingdom enters the surface, she visits Asgore and tries to tell him about her plans to destroy humanity...

She assumes that Asgore destroys humans, harvested their souls and he's planning for war...

She also assumes that Frisk is secretly Toriel's prisoner...

The sister explains that monsters absorbing human souls ISN'T a great idea...

Why? Because the monster would be fighting for control the whole time!

And if the monster absorbs more than one soul? The souls would turn on the monster and leave them for dead!

But the Sister found a solution: she (with the help of others) created two machines... one extracts a human soul's determination and another one extracts a human soul's magic.

The human determination is a great power boost, and it allows the monsters to still be in control over their bodies... while the human magic stabilizes the determination and prevents them from melting or dying.

But only human wizards have proper magic in their souls; humans wizards make up 30% of humanity's population and the Sister destroyed a LOT of humans to get hundreds of human souls to harvest.

She has tons of LOVE.

(The Sister also has anti-magic rocks, that greatly weaken someone's magic into being harmless; she would use these rocks on traitors... the humans either use them on either human wizards or monster who are criminals; these rocks are both on handcuffs and kept around prisons... the Sister and her followers became quite skilled in non-magical combat, to counter this.)

Asgore awkwardly explains to his Sister that he has no interest in starting a second war with humanity... the Sister seems calm, but secretly she doesn't take it well.

The Sister sneaks into the True Lab and gets video footage of Asgore's Kingdom attacking Frisk, as well as pictures of the 6 dead human souls.

Then the Sister gives Asgore, Toriel and the Main Monsters a choice... either join the Sister's Cause and hand Frisk over to her... or the Sister will show humanity what happened to Frisk and the fallen humans.

Either gain a powerful ally OR 2 powerful enemies... their choice.

Asgore and Toriel refuse to give in to the Sister, so the Sister gives the videos and pictures to the police; anonymously through email... the Main Monsters end up in jail, while the other monsters are treated like garbage by the city humans... the Sister captures Frisk and places them in a magical coma, so Frisk won't escape her.

The Sister manages to manipulate 2/3 of the trapped kingdom into escaping and working for her cause.

The Sister also manages to sneak into the female prison to manipulate Undyne and Alphys into joining her.

The Sister feeds Undyne's stubborn pride and her own human hatred, while the Sister feeds Alphys' self-esteem and desire to be seen as a hero.

The Sister also gaslights Undyne and Alphys; the Sister says that it's not her fault that they are in jail, it's humanity's fault for not seeing that what Asgore did was for the 'greater good' and that monsterkind deserved justice/revenge.

Toriel is the only one immune to the Sister's manipulations; Toriel sees the red flags.

Surprisingly, Undyne and Alphys still hesitate, because the powerful anti-human spell would mean Frisk's death... the Sister promises to place Frisk's soul in a robot body, similar to Mettaton's, that way everyone gets a 'happy ending'.

The Sister says that Frisk and Asgore might even thank them for this someday. (But the Sister lies; she plans on destroying Frisk's soul, if her plan succeeds and pretend that the red soul shattered on its own.)

Undyne and Alphys agree and escape with the Sister, much to Toriel's disbelief and horror.

The Sister does the same thing with Papyrus, Sans and Mettaton in the male prison; manipulating/gaslighting them, stroking their egos and playing with their selfish desires.

Asgore also see all the red flags.

The Sister convinces Mettaton to join her as well, much to Asgore's sadness.

Papyrus doesn't join due to moral standards, while Sans doesn't join out of laziness, but he believes the Sister kinda has a point (but Papyrus scolds him for this).

Toriel, Asgore and Papyrus later escape from jail with Flowey's help (Sans stayed behind as a distraction and he got caught again), then they find some reluctant human allies that wish to save Frisk and the other human souls.

They all must find a way to stop Asgore's Vengeful Sister.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

alright Another One what is the silly little war between the omega timeline and ink and nightmare even ABOUT????? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

right now i'm still working on it, but basically it's somewhat of a post-apocalypse setting all over the multiverse caused by the disconnection between the creators and the creations. it's basically decay going up in there, with universes slowly collapsing without anchors to hold them. ink has their own idea to save the multiverse. core frisk disagrees so they just help refugees to come to the omega timeline and establish the OT council. nightmare has his own army in order to sniff out where the OT is and invades it, and he's so much more powerful now because of all the negativity from this event. dream is super weak right now, but he's basically under error and reaper's protection, who have their own idea on how to end this crisis and war altogether.

[war-siren-au]

War Siren Au info dump Part 2!

Me: I'm probably not gonna write or post more until after work

Also me: IDEAS I GOTTA WRITE

ANYWAYS here's more War Sirens stuff! Still working on fleshing things out, but here's some more idea's I had for the AU!

So monsters adapt, learning that on the surface it really is kill or be killed

Some monsters die in the beginning

Cuz duh, they haven’t had to deal with war in how many millennia???

A lot of monsters rally under Asgore to fight and survive

Others try to hide away from the war/apocalypse

I’m starting to lean more towards this being an apocalyptic setting but we’ll see where this goes-

Anyways

Like I said, a lot of monsters rally under Asgore to fight

It’s lowkey a humans vs monsters scenario

And I may choose a different apocalypse but if it ends up being zombies then that opens up a whole new an of worms

But anyways I’m focusing on the humans s monsters aspect for now

So humans are like “Shit the world is so fucked and now there’s fuckin monsters crawling out of the ocean??? Fuck that!”

Everyone s monsters smfh

And Asgore’s like “WTF is going on what has the surface become? We have to fight back!”

And thus the human vs monster war begins anew

Monsters are trained by Undyne and Asgore how to fight

Since the surface is already fucked, they raid old stores for food and supplies

Sans and Papyrus kinda got pulled into the war before they could get out of it

Sans want’s absolutely nothing to do with it

He’s looking for a way out so he and Papyrus and try and find somewhere far away from it all to live even somewhat peacefully

Papyrus didn’t think that this was how he was finally going to put all his training to good use

There’s two sections of the monster faction under Asgore: the army and the Royal Guard

Royal Guard obviously consists of the best/strongest fighters

So Undyne, Sans, Papyrus, the canine unit, etc

Through all the pressure of needing to fight this war and survive, Asgore kinda starts to slowly go mad with power

Becomes more strict, less kind, less merciful

Sans is still trying to find a way out of the war

He’s worried Papyrus will get hurt

The skelebro’s hearts harden, and they only truly trust each other

At first, Asgore mostly focuses on protecting monster-kind from humans, saving any hostages taken, etc.

Slowly, he begins switching tactics

Starts targeting humans directly

“Kill or be killed” mentality

Everyone starts racking up LV

The more LV they have, the more monstrous their appearances become

Everyone becomes a little meaner

A little more cruel

Asgore uses Sans as his judge due to his Judge status and ability

Many humans die

Any “traitors” die or are locked up, depending on how merciful Asgore is feeling

Toriel took Frisk to live away from the war once it started

Asgore begins to resent Toriel for leaving

Sees her as a traitor

The war goes on for years

Sans and Papyrus have had to kill so many

Papyrus was horrified at what they were doing at first, but realized they didn’t really have a choice, lest they be seen as “traitors” to The King

Eventually forced himself to harden his heart like Sans had

Became numb to it all

Ignores the spot deep down inside him that’s still horrified

Watching Papyrus’s heart harden hurt Sans more than anything

More than the war

More than all the injuries he’d sustained

He never wanted his little bro to go through this, had hoped he’d never have to become cold and cruel like everyone else

Sans hates Asgore for making them fight in this war

Hates humans even more for starting it in the first place

Resents Frisk a bit for never telling them what the surface had become

Alright this was kind of a long post WHOOPS-

Anyways, I hope ya'll enjoy!! I might try to think up more after work!!

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Merry Fransmas to...

Thank you for your encouragement on Discord, @rainbowmoonmaiden86! Especially since the recipient of my Secret Santa gift is you :3

The following is fully canon. Merry Christmas!

It was her own fault. Sans had told her not to work too hard planning the party. It had only been a few weeks since the anniversary of Chara’s death, and she was still recovering in every sense. But this was the first proper Christmas event she had ever been to, much less one with her friends and family of both races in attendance. Mathilda had helped charm and/or harass the other humans into agreeing that the Underground would be a lovely venue, and she had marshaled a small army of ladies to help arrange the food and gifts: the picnic spread out below the refurbished Gyftmas tree in Snowdin was perfect, a geometric pile of brilliantly wrapped packages arranged around it in towering walls, flanked by a handful of Royal Guards and the Owens’ personal guards. They had spent a while trading glares until the hot cocoa was distributed, after which they alternated glaring and sipping till the cocoa proved more worth their attention.

And…Frisk was spending it half asleep, only vaguely aware that the laughter and shouting were the right sort of noise for a party. Her friend had worked her magic such that Lissa and her twin brothers were allowed to attend; the little girl was busy watching the monsters demonstrate their magic, while the twins first sat beside Gaius in his warm heap of blankets and glowered at every non-human who got too close. Luckily, though, a few minutes of talking with Toriel and several more with Papyrus had relaxed them into grudging politeness. The Prince was being watched from multiple angles, but even the most suspicious of his bodyguards had also stopped glaring as though waiting for the excuse to kill someone.

If anyone had been too distrustful or overtly threatening, maybe Frisk could have kept her eyes open. But everyone was determined not to be the one who started any trouble, and after several minutes, she wasn’t even embarrassed anymore to be carried around in the crook of Sans’ elbow beneath his coat like…like something a lot less dignifed than the High Priestess should have been, celebrating another major cultural milestone between their races. Sans was keeping an eye on things, of course, but mostly brimming with satisfaction at being able to openly carry his wife around; people frequently stopped to greet them, and Frisk did her best to respond properly, but the problem was that Sans was very warm and she couldn’t feel much safer than being tucked in exactly where she was. And people kept bringing her things to eat! How was she supposed to stay awake?

“NGAHHH!”

Well, that certainly helped: Frisk sat up against her mate’s clavicle, letting him pat her legs before she twisted to watch Undyne lead a literal charge of smaller monsters into…human children?! Humans versus monsters? What was she thinking?

But before the priestess could panic, the fish monster had realized the same thing and stopped in her tracks, flinging a dramatic arm up. “WAIT!! We failed to see the true enemy!” She gestured vaguely around and above everyone. “It’s…uh…racism! …Yeah! …GET ‘EM!”

There was a great general pause of confusion, some hesitation, and then Gaius yelling and throwing a handful of snow at…nothing. But that was the signal for the attackers to throw themselves into imaginary warfare against invisible forces. It seemed racism was both very big and scary and small and mockable, depending who was fighting it. Young humans and monsters of varying sizes and ages pretended to surround and pummel their enemy into submission using fists, snow, fangs, kicks, tiny pings of magic, and then nothing: the combatants eventually grew weary and sat down to accept mugs of cider passed around by Toriel, who had assembled a group of the older human ladies clearly recognizing the Queen as one of their own in spirit, merely with more fur.

Yes, it was a lovely event…as recounted for Frisk later. One second, she was watching the action and enjoying a good nuzzle as she finished devouring her seventh slice of pie; the next, she was blinking at Asgore, who was beaming up at her in his Father Christmas disguise and trying to say something, drowned out by the children swarming them, probably because he had a massive sack of presents on his back. Sans moved away as she smiled and mumbled…

And she woke up with a pang of…not nausea, not quite, she thought as she blinked away a different light. They’d brought her back to Sans’—to their house, and Papyrus had accidentally turned on the biggest witchlight. “I AM SORRY, DEAR SISTER!” He hovered around them as Sans sank into the couch, still cradling Frisk against his side, and Toriel handed the giant skeleton a plate. After a moment, Frisk got one, too, which she gratefully accepted. “ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? HOW IS MY NEPHEW??”

“We’re fine,” Frisk said truthfully around a mouthful of sandwich, elbowing Sans—he was growling under his breath, as Mathilda had just come inside. “How is everyone, Tilly?”

“They’re fine,” the woman said, seating herself on the couch’s arm away from Sans. “I meant to ask you, dear, if you looked over the list I sent you?”

“Allan,” replied Frisk.

Sans smirked as Mathilda’s mouth fell open. “You…what?” she demanded.

“Thank you for the suggestions,” said the soon-to-be-ex-High Priestess. “But we’ve already decided, right before I got your letter, actually.” It had been over two hundred male and female baby names of varying plausibility, completely unsolicited; Sans was still irritated about it.

But Toriel had just come in behind Frisk’s human friend, and the goat-woman was rooted to the spot, eyes huge, hands clapped to her own cheeks in sheer joy. “You chose his name, my child?! Oh!” Her joy was so infectious that Sans and Mathilda had to nod at each other in truce, allowing the goat monster to swoop down and hug both human and skeleton in a giant embrace. “Oh, my! When may we tell everyone?!”

“Once I start showing,” answered Frisk. The public status of their relationship was still very much a work in progress; best not to complicate things further yet with news of her pregnancy,

“Where did it come from?” Mathilda asked.

“Nowhere,” Sans said cheerfully. “We don’t know anybody named that. It means either ‘little rock’ or ‘handsome,’ dependin’ which book ya read.”

“I know it’s a strange idea,” said Frisk, who had explained to Sans that humans liked names with solid tradition behind them. “But he’s going to be an entirely unique little man, and he can be whoever or whatever he wants.”

“I see,” Mathilda said slowly. “And you’re certain it’s a boy?”

“Yep,” said the giant skeleton.

“I see,” the woman said again. “Well!” She gestured at the door. “Come outside when you’re ready, dearest, and we’ll start opening gifts before the children turn feral.” On cue, they heard Undyne yelling again.

“Of course,” murmured Frisk. “I…” She yawned. “In a minute.”

Sans tucked her back in, eye lights flicking to the door and to Mathilda and back. The blonde human scowled at him, but smiled as Toriel placed a hand on her shoulder. “We shall give Frisk a moment to rest, Lady Owen. May I show you our gifts to your sister and her fiance?”

This sounded interesting to Frisk, but not enough to keep her eyes open. “Just a moment, yeah,” said Sans, unsubtly draping his coat over his wife so that she was now completely encased. “We’ll be right out. Thanks, Ma.”

Toriel chuckled fondly at him. “Of course, dear.” And, sensing that her daughter might be resting rather longer than a moment, she added, “And a Merry Christmas to you both.”

Sans rumbled politely, and Frisk…said nothing. She was already asleep.

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I'm here to announce the Our Underland AU, a cross AU between Our Wonderland and Undertale

If you're here for the art then here it is! Details and ideas on the AU below the read more!

Soooooooo, first thing's first, this is an Our Wonderland AU and follows the rules of Our Wonderland, it can and will get dark and horrific. There's no dust, there will be blood.

THIS CONTAINS OUR WONDERLAND (through to the end of act 5) AND UNDERTALE SPOILERS

The basic idea is that after Iggy falls into Wonderland, he wakes up on a thick growth of common strawberries and explores an underground of faces he recognises that don't recognise him.

I will note that I'm missing a character for Alphys, I'm out of the main crew and Cecil and Jerry already have roles

Note that "humans" and "monsters" are instead "the fallen" and "the sealed" as there are at least 5 humans going around. The fallen are the only people to remember that this is Wonderland and have a wish still avaliable to use, of course this means the sealed want the wishes themselves.

I've done my best to work with the wishes when putting characters in places and I have mentioned the wishes from the end of act 5 as well. I also remember seeing a post where if Iggy was to stay in Wonderland for too long, he would become an actual emotionless void which is played into a bit

Possible character swaps:

Iggy -> Frisk

Protagonist

The last of the fallen

Dressed in Frisk style clothes

The more he kills, the more hollow he feels

The top of his hair can reprisent a glowing halo or as it becomes more stained with blood from fighting, devil horns (this might be too edgy though and might be changed)

Grows numb as he gains LV, almost as though someone else is moving his body for him

Wish: Not made yet

Sadie -> Chara

The first fallen

A passing voice that sometimes lays on Iggy's ears

Will start seeing the murder route as a way to achieve her goal if it is taken

Wish: ???

Hunar -> Torial

Keeper of the ruins

Guides the fallen through the ruins (yes, even a 30 year old Iggy)

This Hunar is not real

Wish: N/A

Genzou -> sans

The judge, promised Hunar to keep the next fallen safe

He can see

He will judge Iggy's actions towards the end

He will fight at the end of a murder route, still dodging but without the warping around

Wish: I wish I could see Iggs again

Cecil -> Papyrus

Aspiring royal guard, trains under the royal guard captain

Plays the straight man to Genzou's jokes

Despite his attitude, he wants to see the best in everyone and bring that out

Wish: N/A

Orlam -> Undyne

Head of the royal guard

Basically in charge given the rulers are pretty absent

Has an army of rabbit guards at his beck and call

It's Orlam in wonderland, I don't think I need to get more into it

Very determined to get the wish at any cost

Dispises Genzou for reasons he doesn't understand

Wish: I wish I could make the rules for once

??? -> Alphys

I really got nothing for this right now

Might merge Mettatons' and Alphys' roles, Gidget is smart enough

Jerry -> Muffet

Leader of a splinter rabbit group trying to make a living

Jerry's rabbits replace the spiders of the underground

Wants to claim the wish to live a comforable life for himself and those under him

Wish: N/A

Gidget -> Mettaton

The most stunning star of the underground

Extremely outgoing

Has a ton of adoring fans

Plays along with [Insert Alphys replacement here] to get close to Iggy

Despite everything, finds it hard to feel truely happy

Wants to claim the wish to fix that emptyness

Wish: I wish I was the most beautiful person in the whole world

Bucks -> Asgore

The hermit queen

Outside of people taking freely given goods, rather hostile

The previous 7 fallen have died by her hand

Spends her time chopping wood and tending to her isolated area of the castle

Wood that is left over after being chopped is freely given away

Wonderland's exit sits past her area of the castle

Doesn't care for the wish, she holds 6 already, she wants to be left alone

Wish: I wish she was dead

Kiddy Kruse Flower -> Flowey

A strange flower that stalks Iggy, trys to take control at the end of things

Not a replacement for Asreal, Sadie was the royals' only child

Speaks in rhyme all the time

Not rooted to one place now

Appears to want to take something from Iggy that isn't his wish

Wish: N/A

Tomato head creature -> Monster Kid

A fan of the head of the Royal guard, wants to see him in action

Can't talk, tons of warbling

Won't actually eat your guts this time

Orlam will save anyone who obsesses over him this much

Wish: N/A

Status of the fallen's wishes

Sadie - Used after her death, wish is unknown

Fallen 2-7 - Held by Bucks

Iggy - Unused

I hope you enjoy reading throught this, it's been fun to write and has comepletely overtaken my thoughts for a full day so I had to get it out of my head.

If you have any ideas or suggestions, please send them, I'd love to hear people's ideas on this