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tilthedayidice · 7 months ago

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Baldur's Gate 3, Lets get a little freaky with it Race Mod list

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Howdy! Are you bored of the playing same 7 people in different fonts? Here's a list of Mods that provide new Races both canon to the DnD universe, and not!

Some of these mods, and other's are compatible with the Mod Unique Tav Custom Appearance (UTCA), This mod allows you to change the mesh of only your player character without it affecting NPCs, and gives you the ability to import an all new Body Type. Any mods compatible with UTCA will be highlighted in Green.

All New Races

These Mods introduce a whole new playable Race to the game. Some of these May come with all new Body Types, while other may come with Vanilla Body Types that are slightly altered. Any race that comes with New Abilities and Traits will have that listed and highlighted in pink.

Whispers of the Divine - Aasimar Definitive Edition

This mod Provides a new Race to the Character Creation, Aasimar. There are 4 subraces all with their own unique passives and actives. Character Creation comes with 4 Body Types, multiple heads, wings, and halos, as well as glowing eyes and the Crack effect featured on Dame Aylin (optional). UTCA compatible but not Required.

Whispers of the Fey - Changelings Race

This mod introduces a new playable Race to the Character Creation, Changelings. There are no subraces, but you have a unique form to choose from with 2 Body Types, and are granted unique actives and passives that allow you shape shift into any of the 80 forms listed in the log. Not sure if UTCA compatible

Wine and Revelry (Satyr Race)

This Mod Adds a new playable Race, Satyrs to the Character Creation. There are two Body Types that come with Head, Tail, Tattoo, Ear, and Horn options. There are no rub race options but it does sport special Racial Features. There are multiple CC mod patches to make it compatible with some appearance mods available. UTCA compatible.

Flutter and Whimsy (Fairy Race)

Fluttery and Whismy adds a new playable Fairy race to character Creation. There are four Body Types that come with Head, Wing, Eye, and Horn Color (for the wings) options. There are no subraces, but comes with plenty of fairy/druid magic based actives and passives. There are multiple CC mod patches to make it compatible with some appearance mods available. UTCA compatible.

Playable Undead

You're a skeleton :) You have unique passives and skills. But really... this is your recruitment, the skeleton war never ended.

Ghastly Ghouls - Playable Undead Race

Adds a new playable Race ti Character Creation, Undead. There are 4 subraces each with their own unique Features and Abilities. This comes with uniques heads and bodies to make your Tav as decrepit or freshly dead as you'd like. There are multiple CC mod patches to make it compatible with some appearance mods available. Not sure if UTCA compatible.

Spirited Seasons - Playable Fey Eladrin

Adds the Eladrin as a playable Race in Character Creation. There are 4 variants, one for each season, and each comes with a special Fey Step Spell and variant based on season and unique Character Creation options. UTCA compatible.

Forest Friends - Playable Firbolgs

Adds Firbolgs as a playable Race. There are no subraces but, it comes with a new Body Type, Heads, and Spells and Features based on "Volo's Guide to Monsters". UTCA compatible.

Owlin Race Mod

Grants the Player the ability to choose a playable Owl race in the Character Creator! Currently comes with 2 Heads and Body Types (1 Masc 1 Fem) featuring Owl characteristics as well as wings! The bodies appear to be fully ones, I plan on downloading this later tonight so I can be more certain then! Eyes and Talons are fully customizable. This mod does come with racial traits and perks. Not sure if UTCA compatible.

Elemental Power - Playable Genasi

This mod adds a new playable Race to the Character Creation screen! The Genasi come with Four sub races Air, Earth, Water, and Fire. Each subrace comes with its own unique traits and features! Come with 2 Body Types and Multiple customization options! UTCA compatible!

Edits to existing Races

These mods feature edits made to existing Races. This may mean altering the Subraces, Racial Traits, or making Race blocked features available to other Races.

Astralities' Tiefling Compendium

This mods adds 12 new Tiefling Subraces to the Character Creation including 6 Canon dnd Subraces, Varient Tieflings, and 5 homebrew Subraces. Each Subrace comes with its own Racial Traits and Spells, as well as the ability to use their claws.

Diamon's Mystic Manual - Dragonborn Subrace Compendium

This mod adds 10 Dragonborn Subraces to the Character Creation, each with their own unique breath weapon and features. An excerpt from the mod page: "This mod adds two main sets of Dragonborn subraces, those based on Dragons that are in 5e but don't have a Dragonborn ancestry linked to them, or Dragon's that were in previous editions that didn't make the leap to 5e".

Fizbans Treasury of Dragons - Dragonborn

This mod adds five new Dragonborn subraces based off the D&D 5e source book "Fizban's Treasury of Dragons". Adds breath weapons, Gem Dragonborn subraces, Features, and Scale colors!

Half-Tiefs (Tiefling Horns and Tail for All)

Adds all Tiefling Horn and Tail options as well as 4 Nail options to most other Races (minus Dragonborn) in the Character Creation Screen.

Alternate Horns for All

This mod uses the previous Mod to add even more Horn options to Character Creation.

All Beards for Drow Elves and HalfOrc

Lets Elves, Drow, and Orc grow Facial Hair, Righting the World's Wrongs.

Special Mention

astralities

This is a modder, they have a series of mods for Skin, Hair, Eye, Makeup, and Tattoo colors. The range for skintones is incredible. I have literally all their color mods downloaded. I'd be a fool not to list them here.

This list will be updated as the Mods update, or if I find anything new and interesting!

I take requests if you need something more niche!

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics !!

#mod list #long post #mods #not dice #there's a link #baldur's gate 3 mod list #race mod list

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aus-from-undertale · 1 month ago

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Sans centric aus

("but heart mod, isn't that all of them?")

(well yeah- but um ... Yeah... I guess...)

Original Sans

Ut-mob- gangster sans takes care of a strange human

Reapertale- reaper sans messed up the job

Sans the seraphim-sans takes Frisk soul and opens the barrier

Darker yet darker sans is a gaster experiment

Handplate- still being experimented

Stand in- Frans au, where sans can't get over a soulless pacifist run

Littletale- sans is smol

Timetale- Salphys au about sans life

Weabootale-Shitpost sans

Insomnia- Sans sleep is having a bad time

Cybertale- monsters surviving with technology wants to go back home

How to greet a new pal- Undertale sans ends up on Underfell universe

Underlust reimagined - sans got it hard (pun)

Ut gangster au- Mob sans!

Something's missing- is it fair to put this here?

Hollowtale- hollow knight lives with the bone bros

Unexpected guests- bones bros gain pet gaster blasters!

Bark at the moon - the bone bros BECOME gaster blasters

Underorquestra- sans is a maestro

Leaf gaster bros-daily life of the gaster bros

Flowey possession - Flowey helps sans protect papyrus =)

Anothertale- sans tries to stop genocide from the beginning but it gets worse

Doormaker- sans from Undertale and deltarune are the same!

Merges

Echotale- gaster and sans merge after an experiment gone wrong

Mergetale-Frisk and sans merge after an accident

Bromalgamate-sans and papyrus merge accidentally after a lot determination

Gaster blaster- Sans merged with his blaster!

Damaged!tale- after a genocide route gone wrong, papyrus, sans and Frisk become one!

Fatal!error- literal merge between Error!sans and Aftertale sans

Paper crane- merge of many sans

Sixbones- amalgamation between sans and papyrus

Underfell

Soulfell- edgy sans loves hot topic

The skeleton games- post pacifist sans lives nearby a vampire

Feline good- sans became a cat and wants to turn back!

Heavenfell- Frisk goes to die and ends up on the underground

Songfell- Frans au where Frisk is a priest dealing with a large monster

Underswap

Buttontale- Sans is coraline

Underforgotten- genocide route where just sans is alive :(

Bad x Good sanses

Warverse- every au collides with each other and a war begins!

Let dust be a reader!- the bad sanses wants to chill

Dreamtale- Story about the life of the twins Dream and Nightmare

Blue and the bad sanses- blue is being really underappreciated!

Killer!sans- after many resets, sans accepts a proposition

Ink!Sans- born as a sketch, this sans has no emotions

Eclipstale- other take on dreamtale

Dreamtale 0- more sinister beginning to the dreamtale story

Errortale- someone who likes to watch novelas and cause chaos!

Aftertale- after many resets, sans finds someone on the menu

Undertone- blind and timid sans deals with a genocide

Alterverse- Sans with the toriel role!

Underfresh- a parasite with good vibes!

Asylumtale-Sans is not well

Paperjam- mix between ink and error!

Parasitetale- Sans will do anything to live

Terrortale- sans that is a mix between Underfell and underlust!

Tidetale- a robot created for sans!

Naturetale- sans is vegan

Goth- ship child

Chance!tale- magician sans with a complicated past

Ferntale- sans with plant powers

Undersource- sans won't take more suffering any longer

Soulbound- sans injects himself with determination and it doesn't go well

Impostortale- a copycat ends up on the underground

Underwar,- it's not a war between monsters and humans, but monsters and demons!

Undergut- the underground is HUNGRY

Sintale- sans is sloth

Anxietytale- sans is anxious

Basic!sans- sans had his code messed up :(

Sunny- sans who has a bit of every character within

Irrsintale- bone bros were formed by crystals!

Fileverse- sans is born from a drawing!

#hard list to organize!#aus from undertale #undertale aus #undertale #undertale au #ut au #ut aus #sans #sans undertale #lists #list #unrelated

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 7 months ago

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Harry and Meghan's Archewell Foundation is banned from raising or spending money after it is deemed DELINQUENT for failing to pay fees and submit records | Daily Mail Online

We always suspected that Archewell was dodgy as heck! And that the real purpose of the "charity" was to help fund H&M's lifestyle

A bunch of anons are asking me about the latest report to Archewell and what I think so…

As I wrote in my “What a February” post, the launch of the new Sussex website was a rebranding effort. I theorized then that Meghan was phasing Archewell out because it flopped as a brand and at the time, mid-February, Archewell had just failed its trademark application for the fifth and final time. So the writing was very much on the wall that Archewell is/was going away and that they were spinning up a new Sussex organization as its replacement.

Now I’m even more confident that Archewell may eventually be phased out because it’s even more public that there are serious problems behind Archewell, problems that affect its ability to function as a nonprofit charity. It’s only a matter of time. I expect this is the tip of the iceberg when it comes to their financial and asset management; remember, Meghan filed for bankruptcy once (before Harry) and that is something that sticks around for a good long while. Declaring bankruptcy isn’t always bad thing and there are people who do turn their lives around and get their finances back on track, but when you have a history of financial mismanagement and now things like this are happening? You’re delinquent on payments and reports, there are allegations of fraud and mismanagement, and your leadership at a previous charity was investigated by another country’s oversight board?

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. Or, I guess, in the Sussexes’s case: A shiny new website marks the spot to dig.

The bottom line is that Archewell has problems, the watchdogs are watching, it’s getting tough out there, and the Sussexes are squirming. You can tell by their statement, which is classic Sussex deflection: it’s the AG’s fault their check wasn’t processed in time.

Which is actually pretty revelatory on its own. That they couldn’t (or didn’t) send the check until just before the deadline suggests they don’t have liquid assets in Archewell or an expense account for basic operating expenses and they were scrambling to find the $200 to put in the account so the check didn’t bounce. So despite having $2 million in charitable donations received (or whatever the number is), none of that money is liquid or earmarked for basic operations - it’s all tied up elsewhere and that’s just not good. It leads to questions, and scrutiny, like “where is the money really going?” or “who’s paying for the staff if you can’t pay your annual registration fee?”

I bet if the right person dug into that, they’d uncover quite a few skeletons that the Sussexes want to stay buried so they can win (a one-sided) War of the Waleses against William and Kate.

#archewell #brf #sussexes #theories

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ourtalechara · 17 days ago

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Don't ask what I'm doing I'm not doing anything (VBS Data Stream guys look at it)

Kohane An Akito Toya and Luka

(actually nice and finished looking lyrics under cut)

Eventually, all walls meet demolition

So Wall Street had to keep the tradition

Their financial systems resigned to ignition

And out of the ashes, we have arisen

An empire is forged in the fire of ambition

In business, there isn't the time for attrition

Invest to suppress then ingest competition

Then each acquisition is new ammunition

When governments crumble and fall to the floor

That was paved with the graves of a corporate war

A fundament funded in blood just to shore

A foundation for founding our covenant

Born of a need for control of societal entropy

Enterprise at the price of your indemnity

Chart out the course and of course you were meant to be

Bent to the will of a corporate entity

Arasaka Security. You're in safe hands

We're the light in your screens, we're the lead in your veins

Then you wake from your dreams, so we can sell them again

In the light we distract with the shiny and new

So you're blind to the fact that the product is you

So let your brain dance and replay the dream

But don't drown in the data stream

'Cause we see where you are and we see where you go

'Cause we know what you own and we own what you know

From the top of all our towers, the corridors of power clearly need rewiring

Arasaka saw the spark and then embarked upon the path to turn that spark to lightning

There's no autonomous megalopolis so populous or prosperous you could reside in

And every citizen that's living in this city is a digit on the charts we're climbing

Political systems are too inefficient

They split like the atom and burned in the fission

Now every department and every decision

Defer to the herds of our corporate divisions

If you don't remember the ballot you cast

It's printed on every receipt you were passed

Each time you selected our products and services

We were elected in each of your purchases

What's left to do when you've got the monopoly?

Turn the consumer into the commodity

It isn't hard where you've hardware neurology

Honestly, do read the company policy

Take information and trade it for wealth

You pay it in each augmentation we sell

It's easy to cut out the middleman

When he's cut out most of himself

Arasaka Finance. Investing in your future

(chorus)

All that you say on the net we composite

To maps that go straight from your head to your pocket

Complain if you want, you're still making deposits

Of data — each day you log on is a profit

Society currently lists electronic

So isn't conducting resistance ironic?

We've plenty of skeletons locked in our closets

But yours are assembled from old-stock hydraulics

So lucky we know just the pieces you need

All plucked from your social media feeds

The places you go and the posts that you read

All snatched for a new algorithm to feed

Now, holding our gold isn't par for the brand

Our silver is sat in the palm of your hand

Quit whining and sign on the line in the sand

The supply does not get to make the demands

(chorus)

Arasaka Manufacturing. Building a better tomorrow

Name, age, qualifications

Race, faith, career aspirations

Political leaning, daily commute

Marital status, favourite fruit

Family, browser, medical history

Hobbies, interests, brand affinity

Fashion, style, your occupation

Gender identity, orientation

Lifestyle choices, dietary needs

The marketing contact you choose to receive

Posts, likes, employers, friends

Social bias, exploitable trends

Tastes, culture, phone of choice

Facial structure, the tone of your voice

If it's inside your head, we know

You can't escape the ebb and flow

(chorus)

When guiding the hand of the market

If it's holding a cheque or a gun

The fingers go deep in your pockets

And you can live under the thumb

You seem so surprised, what did you expect?

We're thinking outside of that box that you checked

The terms were presented in full to inspect

You scrolled to the end just to get to "Accept"

Arasaka would like to know your location

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be-cat-do-crime · 2 months ago

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93.4 FM-- Daily News With Tommy Neuwirth

Helloooooooooo Rooksterdale!

Another day, another batch of fresh new murders! Steer away from the streets of Clearwood: The Jackals are warring with the Skeleton Crew Necromancy Group! We've seen 9 corpses already; this one's chalking up to be a big one! In other words, if you live there? Stay home after dark. Over in Northcove, we've got water nixies dragging people into the sea! There's reports that Tantalus Inc.'s dumping waste into the water, and the undersea denizens are NOT happy. But don't you fret-- Your beach day will be safe in just a couple days, ‘cause the Hell’s Boys are already on the scene! Nice to see a gang actually helping the people for once. As for the college, apart from the routine explosions and ungodly abominations, they've made a new type of glyph implant! …That none of you can afford. Gaussford would be proud. More on that implant at 9! Now, I know all you psychofans at home will be sad, but the Paladin concert has been delayed due to, guess what? Gang warfare? No! Not this time, surprisingly! The "Church" of Ashes took offense to the band's name. That's right; they want to burn Jetty Stone at the freakin' stake! Heh, ain't that something. This has been Tommy Neuwirth, covering another day in our City of No Kings!

#oc tag yaaay

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the-name-is-z · 4 months ago

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SKELETONS | ch. 30

daryl dixon x f!oc

masterlist

a03 link

A/N: Been messing around with formatting a bit. Let me know if you have thoughts, I'm taking a liking to this one.

Summary: Iris steps up at the prison whilst Rick processes his emotions. Daryl and Merle settle into travelling with one another. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; ptsd; maladaptive coping mechanisms; conspiring to murder someone; biblical references; discussions of assassination, execution; crude insults; threatening innocents; brotherly competition; suicide treated as a joke (briefly, indirectly); poorly transcribed Spanish; racially motivated insults; Merle; brotherly competition

Chapter 30 - Clarity is Hard to Come By

“You’re a little shell-shocked, hey, trooper?” Iris asked, tucking Rick’s gun back into his holster, clipping the snap shut as she gently patted him on the shoulder. She motioned for the group to stay put. “Come on, we’ll get you some air, alright?” She guided Rick up the stairs toward the caged catwalk across the prison yard. He followed a little mindlessly, the bright sun beating down. “Rick, are you okay?”

“I need…” He paused, swallowing thickly. “I need to be alone.” He braced himself on the chain link cage, fingers gripping the wire tightly.

“Alright. Take it slow, okay? Stay close by.” She left him there, staring out across the field as the door slammed shut behind her.

“Is… is he okay?” Carl asked, his lip quivering slightly.

“He’s alright. Just needs some time. We’ll try to keep an eye on him, yeah?” She replied, looking around to receive nods from the others. Glenn came back inside, looking around anxiously.

“He’s still wandering around out there.” He murmured. Iris nodded.

“Hey, Glenn, keep the new people around, okay? We can set them up somewhere else in the prison, somewhere safe until Rick get’s his bearings.” He nodded, jogging back out to the courtyard. She never thought she’d fall so easily into Rick’s position in his absence.

Iris thought for a moment as Carl unlocked their cell block that perhaps she should have taken Rick’s keys. Hopefully, if he got himself into trouble, he could handle it. Michonne was somewhere out there. Maybe she would help him out, for morality’s sake.

The group dispersed into their usual daily tasks, despite the overarching cloud of unease. Iris sat down at one of the cafeteria tables, bouncing her leg. What could anyone do in the meantime? Idle away the hours until the Governor knocked down their door? They weren’t prepared for any sort of turf war. At least, Iris thought, if Daryl were there, she’d have one more level head to soothe her nerves.

“There ain’t nothing out here but mosquitos and ants.” Daryl grunted, gripping his crossbow as the sound of Merle’s urine decorating the trees nearby filled his senses.

“Patience, little brother.” Merle mused. “Sooner or later, a squirrel or something is bound to scurry across your path.” His ever-growing calmness or perhaps blithering obliviousness was beginning to get on Daryl’s nerves. Ever since he was dishonourably discharged, he had a sour, drug-fuelled way of perceiving everything through delusion-coloured glasses. Even now, as clean as he could be in the circumstance they were in, Merle was an insufferable pain in the ass.

“Even so, that ain’t much food.” Daryl replied.

“Eh, more than nothing.” Merle pointed out. Daryl grimaced. As much as he and Merle were used to the drifter-lifestyle, and he could live in the woods until he became walker food, he had grown comfortable with the group's cushy prison lifestyle. At least he had a damn mattress.

“I’d have better luck going through one of them houses we passed back on the turnoff.” Daryl stated, letting his irritation seep through his voice. Merle looked up from admiring his own dick, turning over his shoulder.

“Is that what your new friends taught you? Hmm?” He asked musically. “How to loot for booty?”

“We’ve been at it for hours.” Daryl stated, purposefully ignoring the question. “Why don’t we find a stream, try to look for some fish?”

“I think you’re just trying to lead me back to the road, man.” Merle scoffed. “Get me over to that prison.”

“They got shelter.” Daryl grumbled under his breath, his voice getting louder as he looked through the crossbow’s scope. “Food. Pot to piss in. Might not be a bad idea.”

“For you maybe.” Merle snorted. “Ain’t gonna be no damn party for me.”

“Everyone will get used to each other.” Daryl said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Hopeful.

“They’re all dead. Makes no difference.” Merle replied. Daryl blinked, lowering the crossbow.

“How can you be so sure?” He asked quietly.

“Right about now, he’s probably throwing a housewarming party where he’s gonna bury what’s left of your pals.” Merle answered, pausing to spit into the ground. He sniffed, adjusting the metal post he used as a sad excuse of an arm. “Let’s go hook some fish. C’mon.”

Daryl blinked at the sudden change of subject, eyes trailing after his brother as he trudged off through the forest. While there was a part of him that absolutely refused to imagine the death of the group, there was another part that accepted there may be a chance Merle was right. The Governor was not someone to mess around with. And he left them to deal with the bastard without him.

A few of them could hold their own, surely. If there was anyone who would fight back, it was Iris. He could imagine her snarling and ripping chunks out of them like a cornered feral dog. In the most complementary of ways, of course. But how long would that last? And what would they do when the Governor caught them? Would he kill them? Or worse?

He spat into the ground, following after Merle.

Glenn had discovered a piece of chalk, drawing a map of the prison on the floor as the group stood around it. Carl and Iris both sat cross-legged on the floor, staring holes into it.

“Right.” Glenn muttered. “You said you found Tyreese’s group here?” He asked, pointing.

“Yeah.” Carl nodded.

“We secured this.” Iris murmured.

“He thought he came through here.” Carl gestured, correcting the path they must have taken through the labyrinthian hallways.

“Means there’s another breach.” Glenn stated. Iris exhaled sharply through her nose.

“Then the whole front of the prison is insecure.” She stated, leaning her temple on her fist. “If the walkers got in, a group of armed men could do it without breaking a sweat. We’d never see them coming and they'd slit our throats in our beds before anyone had a chance to scream.” Maggie cleared her throat pointedly and Iris glanced up at the kids. “Sorry.”

“Why are we even so sure he’s going to attack?” Beth asked. “Maybe you scared him off.”

“He had fish tanks full of heads. Walkers and humans. Trophies. He’s coming.” Michonne stated darkly. Iris grimaced. A true fucking psychopath.

“We should hit him now.” Glenn suggested.

“What?” Beth asked, confused.

“He won’t be expecting it. We’ll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head.” He said sharply.

“You and what army?” Iris asked, scowling. “You manage to shoot him and we’ll have the entire town coming down on us. They worship him like he’s the damn messiah. He’s not expecting it because he knows we don’t have the guns, the men, the plan—“

“I get it.” Glenn snapped, scowling into the floor.

“We’re not assassins.” Carol agreed.

“You know where his apartment is.” Glenn argued, gesturing to Michonne. “You and I could end this tonight. I’ll do it myself.” Michonne sighed. She took a minute before nodding. Glenn nodded in confirmation and Iris bit her tongue to keep from snapping at him.

“He didn’t know you were coming last time, and look what happened.” Hershel cut in. “You were almost killed. Iris and Daryl were captured. And you and Maggie were almost executed.”

“You can’t stop me.” Glenn whispered darkly.

“Rick would never allow this.”

“You really think he’s in any position to make that choice?” Glenn asked.

“Think this through clearly. T-Dog lost his life here. Lori, too. The men that were here. It isn’t worth any more killing. What are we waiting for? If he’s really on his way, we should be out of here by now.” Hershel argued.

“And go where?” Glenn asked.

“We lived on the road all winter.” Hershel replied.

“Back when you had two legs and we didn’t have a baby crying for walkers every four hours.” Glenn retorted.

“Glenn is right on this, Hershel. We have a save place, we can’t deprive ourselves of it. It’s what T-Dog died for, what Lori died to give her child.” Iris pointed out. “And Glenn, you run out of here all James Bond, you are leaving everyone else more vulnerable. Maybe the Governor is planning an attack and the moment you leave, that’s when he strikes.”

“There’s no way to predict that, Iris.” Maggie murmured.

“No, but we can’t just abandon this place. Not unless it’s really gone. We have to defend it. Make a stand.” She insisted.

“Alright.” Glenn agreed, Hershel nodding. “Carl, you and I will go down to the tombs. We need to figure out where the breach is.”

“You got it.” Carl nodded.

“Glenn, you should be out on watch. Michonne, you stay here in case anything happens. I’ll go with Carl.” Iris stated, looking around. Everyone nodded at their various tasks, dispersing.

When Iris and Carl returned an hour later, panting and covered in blood, it was not looking good.

“The tombs outside the boiler room are overrun again.” She grunted.

“That whole section had been cleared.” Beth protested.

“It’s a steady stream of walkers.” Carl added.

“We need to seal the breach before we do any more clearing. It’ll be impossible if they just keep coming.” Iris reasoned.

“We’re wasting time.” Hershel called from his seat at the table. Iris pursed her lips. “The governor’s supposedly on his way and we’re stuck in here with walkers.”

“Trapped between a rock and a hard place.” Carol stated.

“For the last time, running is not an option.” Glenn snapped.

“Glenn, if the tombs have filled up again, it may just be a matter of time before they push in here.” Carol argued.

“Or until some fence gives way.” Beth added.

“What if one of them herds is passing through? Or settled?” Axel asked. Iris paused. That was a good point. One too many walkers leaned on one fence, the safety of the prison becomes a good dream and they all are forced to move on, Governor or not.

“Can’t handle that with just the few of us.” Carol agreed.

“Seven hundred problems, all at once.” Iris sighed, running a hand through her blood-streaked hair.

“We just need to scout the far side of the prison.” Glenn stated.

“You’re going out there?” Hershel asked.

“We’ll take a car, make it quick.”

“I’ll drive.” Axel offered.

“No, you stay here, help with the… fortifications. I’ll take Maggie.” Glenn replied.

“You sure she’s up to that?” Hershel asked. Iris raised an eyebrow. Glenn didn’t respond, turning around to go find his girlfriend. Iris sighed. Where the hell was Rick? Say what you want about his leadership skills, but he at least could make a hard decision when they were stuck like this. And, if it went sour, he would take the blame for it. Always. Honestly, Iris didn’t want to be put in that position.

“Smells to me like the Sawhatchee Creek!” Merle said jovially, trudging along after Daryl, who was clearing the way through the brush.

“We didn’t go west enough. If there’s a river down there, it’s got to be the Yellow Jacket.” Daryl argued, shaking his head.

“You having a stroke, boy? We ain’t never even come close to Yellow Jacket.” Merle snarked.

“We didn’t go west. Just a little bit south, that’s what I think.” Daryl replied. Merle laughed.

“Know what I think? I may have lost my hand, but you lost your sense of direction.” He stated.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Daryl scoffed.

“What do you wanna bet?”

“I don’t want to bet nothing. It’s just a body of water. Why’s everything gotta be a competition with you?” Daryl asked.

“Oh, take it easy, little brother. Just trying to have a little fun here. No need to get your panties all up in a bundle.” They both paused, listening to a strange noise off in the distance. Animal, walker, something. Something in distress, perhaps?

“You hear that?”

“Yeah, wild animals getting wild.” Merle replied, making a crude gesture with his hands. Daryl raised an eyebrow.

“No, it’s a baby.” He replied, eyebrows knitting together as whatever it was cried out again.

“Oh, come on.” Merle snorted. “Why don’t you just piss in my ear and tell me it’s raining, too? That there is the sound of a couple coons making love, sweet love. Know what I mean?”

He chuckled, but Daryl ignored him, jogging off through the trees toward the river. They made it to the river bed, the sound of a baby crying splitting their ears. A woman was sobbing loudly, a man yelling in Spanish as they were surrounded by walkers. There was a few gunshots, but they were completely overrun.

“Hey, jump!” Merle shouted, whistling and laughing to himself. Daryl glared for a moment before taking off toward the bridge. “What? Hey, man, I ain’t wasting my bullets on a couple of strangers that ain’t never cooked me a meal or felicitated my piece. That’s my policy. You’d be wise to adopt it, brother!”

Merle shouted after him, but Daryl was well practiced when it came to ignoring him. He slung off his backpack at the edge of the bridge, running forward with his crossbow and putting a bolt in a walker’s skull just as it was about to take a chunk out of the man’s ankle. He used his knife to get rid of a few that were standing near him, the man standing with his brother on the bed of a semi-truck. They stared blankly, unsure and untrusting.

“Hey, come on, man. I’m trying to help you out!” Daryl shouted, focusing on the walkers. One of the men jumped down, grabbing his pistol from where he had seemingly dropped it, taking aim at a few more walkers nearby.

Daryl focused his fire on the ones surrounding the car, a woman and her screaming baby taking shelter inside. They were crawling through the back though, slowly but surely. She was reciting a prayer in Spanish, sobbing uncontrollably. Daryl took the one on the windshield first, then the one at the driver’s side window, then the one crawling through their trunk. He grabbed it by the collar, hauling it out before slamming the trunk into its cranium. It’s head split open with a splat, blood spilling onto the road freely.

The man was calling out to them in Spanish, Merle only participating when a walker was an inch too close to Daryl.

“Speak English!” Merle snapped.

“No se entiendo!” The man replied anxiously. He was fumbling with his gun as Daryl took out the majority of the walkers, stumbling back as one closed in on him. He must have been out of ammo. Merle stood idly, smirking to himself as he watched the situation unfold.

“Ayúdalo!” The unarmed man standing on the truck bed yelled.

“Ayuda!” The first man cried, just in time for Daryl to brandish his knife and bury it in the walker’s skull. He kicked its body off of the bridge, falling down into the river with a splash. Maybe fishing in it wasn’t such a great idea. Daryl turned away from the man just as Merle opened the back seat of their car. “No toques mi carro!” Merle would not take no for an answer, pointing his gun at the man.

“Slow down, beaner.” He mused. “That ain’t no way to say thank you.” The man replied, but neither of them could understand.

“Let ‘em go.” Daryl grumbled.

“The least they could do is give us an enchilada or something, huh?” Merle asked, turning back to rifle through their car, even with the sobbing woman and her baby in the front seat. “Easy does it, señorita. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Hey. Hey!” The second guy cried, running up. The first guy whispered harshly to him, standing back and holding him back as they watched Merle toss empty cans onto the ground. Daryl watched them nervously as he rounded the car. But he grit his teeth, pointing the end of his crossbow at his brother as he prodded him with it.

“Get out of the car.” Daryl grunted.

“I know you’re not talking to me, brother.” Merle murmured. Daryl turned to the others.

“Get in your car and get the hell out of here!” He yelled. They hesitated. “Go! Get in your car!” They ushered each other toward the car as Merle climbed out, one of them starting the engine. Merle stared straight down the crossbow’s bolt at his brothers eyes, closing the car door behind him. The man pulled away eagerly, soon disappearing down the road.

Daryl raised the crossbow just as Merle smacked it out of his face. Neither of them said anything as Daryl turned away, slinging his backpack back on as Merle meandered after him, pausing to look in other car windows. The shots had attracted more walkers, and they were slowly closing in on the bridge.

There were plenty of moments during his life in which Daryl couldn’t stand his brother. This happened to be one of them. Merle didn’t particularly do well with morals or laws, and despite Daryl’s outlaw-like demeanour, he generally abided by the moral guidelines most people did. He garnered that this would be something they would always disagree on. Unfortunately, in their current circumstances, this might pose a bigger problem than it might have pre-end-of-the-world.

Daryl didn’t bother looking back at the bullet-holed sign over the bridge, reading Yellow Jacket Creek.

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sin-cognito · 9 months ago

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Rarepair New Year 2024 ch8: Sans/Error, Bad bro AU

SFW

Wordcount: 2932

Error has been checking on the original universe a lot lately.

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Error has been checking on the original universe a lot lately.

He usually doesn't pay it much attention anymore, what with being busy keeping up with the new alternate universes that are born everyday and are invading the story. His hatred for each and every one of them hasn't wavered since the day he was born, and it's a daily struggle to destroy them enough that they cannot be resurrected.

He remembers how he used to check on Undertale all the time back in the day, when he could count the number of alternate universes on the fingers of one hand. Things were simpler back then, and he misses that time when he could take a peek at Undertale and marvel at the happy faces of his beloved original characters.

They're all treasures to him. Toriel, Papyrus, Grillby, the dog, Asgore, Temmie, Alphys and Undyne…

Sans.

Sans is special. He's always been, for Error anyway. He's a part of him, but also not. Being nothing but a string of coding in a simulation, Error doesn't believe in any deity, but if he had to, he'd choose Sans. That's how important the skeleton is to Error.

Call it a crush, Error doesn't mind. He's given up a long time ago putting words onto the adoration he feels for Sans. Sans is special to him and that's all that matters.

Error has always taken great pleasure observing Sans. He never interracts, rarely even pays Undertale an actually visit because even when he does, he needs to stay hidden and make sure no one sees him. They're not aware of the alternate universes in Undertale, it's still only one of Alphys' unproven theories and Error intends to keep it that way.

(It would complicate things if Sans were to form a friendship with his alternates.)

(Because, well… Error's goal is to destroy said alternates.)

Lately though, Error had been too busy to check on Sans on a regular basis, but that has changed with the last Full Reset.

It's always the same with Undertale: all the characters' little, prewritten lives get upended the moment Frisk falls underground from the surface. There are generally three ways things can go from there: a pacifist run where Frisk befriends everyone (except Error), a neutral run where Frisk harms some of the monsters, and a genocide run which is self-explanatory. The later is Error's least favorite, because it's the one where Sans will die no matter what. The neutral run has the wildest variations in terms of results, as the end depends on how many monsters the human child has hurt, as well as their identity; the outcome greatly differs depending on whether Frisk has killed a random Froggit or a boss monster like Undyne.

There is no discernable pattern regarding which path Frisk will choose when they first wake up in the ruins. Error believes that they're more often pacifist than not, but he's too lazy to actually keep track.

When Frisk reaches the end of the story, one of two things will happen: either they free Monsterkind and spend the epilogue with them on the surface, or they don't.

After that, it's only a matter of time before the whole story resets to the very beginning, before Frisk even gets underground. None of the characters are aware of this, but being outside of the story's code, Error is allowed to observe. He then can watch as everything plays out again from the very beginning: the creation of the world, the war between Humans and Monsters, Gaster, the Underground and its various areas, the creation of Sans and Papyrus and how they grow up.

Error watched attentively the first few times, but it'd be a lie to say that it doesn't get repetitive after a while. Not boring, just… less exciting. (Except Sans. Sans is always interesting.) Still, Error enjoys watching again around the time right before Frisk arrives. Sans usually is fun to follow at that time, as he goes about his daily life in Snowdin, unaware of the presence of the little human in the ruins. Error will never get tired of the first time Sans and Frisk meet.

Error's current predicament is that there's been a glitch this time when the story loaded. It's not the first time, it's even happened once that there was no war between the Humans and the Monsters, but it always levels out one way or the other. It's also distinctively different from what an alternate universe is, because this is still very much the story of Undertale, just with a glitch in there. It's more of a timeline mistake, really.

And it's exactly what's happening here. Somewhere around the time Papyrus was created in this timeline, some source code glitched and the correct personality file didn't upload properly, resulting in Papyrus… well… being an asshole. A big one even.

He's not worse than some of what Error has seen in alternate universes, but it has still profoundly affected the balance of his relationship with his brother and as a result, Sans and him are far from being close, which is a key component to the original story.

To put it plainly, Papyrus is a bad brother who regularly hurts Sans, both physically and mentally.

It's hard to watch for Error, who is so very attached to Sans, more than Papyrus at least, but he reasons that it's only temporary. Soon Frisk will show up and do the whole befriend or kill everyone thing and then it'll all reset and start again. The glitch should be fixed by then. Hopefully.

But Error can't quite stop himself for checking on Sans more regularly, and what he sees rarely appease him. If Sans had some down moments in previous timelines, it's nothing compared to how depressed he is right now, and Error has to bite his tongue hard to stop himself from barging in when he witnesses from the safety of his void how nasty Papyrus can be in this timeline. He says and does things to his older brother that make Error's marrow boil.

For the most part, Sans accepts the harshness. He doesn't know better, he's grown up with this twisted version of Papyrus and knows nothing of the genuine care he's supposed to feel for the other. It doesn't help Error's feelings settle, because at the end of the day, all he's going to see is Sans hanging his skull low as he discreetly flees into the woods for a silent cry. Error can't do much besides staying there, watching helplessly Sans cry his SOUL out and offering words of hollow comfort that Sans will not hear.

Today is such a day. Sans is cooking in the kitchen, making lunch, before Papyrus shows up and blows up at his brother for no apparent reason. He says awful things and threatens Sans to beat him up, Sans tries to diffuse the situation but it doesn't work, of course, and the two have a big fight that culminates in Papyrus throwing an attack at Sans, who teleports out of the way before he runs out the door.

When he'd usually go into the woods to calm down, this time Sans hurries to the basement, where Gaster's broken universe-hopping machine waits. Error gets scared that Sans might try to fiddle with it and find another universe to run away to, to get as far from Papyrus as possible, and Error can't let that happen. It's not the first time Sans fixes the machine, he usually turns really desperate during neutral runs where his brother doesn't survive and thinks that the device is a time machine that will let him go back before Frisk beheads Papyrus. Error always manages to make it so that Sans doesn't accidentally universe-hops, but with the glitch affecting this timeline, he doesn't know whether his usual methods will work or not.

Sans randomly presses at all the buttons on the keyboard and even though Error knows that won't do shit until the machine itself is fixed, he knows that Sans is one breakdown away from trying that. Error panics and, trying to get closer to see what Sans is doing, he enters the machine. His outsource code messes with the piece of junk, enough that in the blink of a glitch, he finds himself thrown onto the hard cold floor of the basement.

He coughs and shakes his skull as he rubs his arm, looking back at the damn machine. He makes a mental note never to set foot into that thing again. Who knows what kind of consequences such a glitch could have in the future? Error would rather not find out.

He clumsily gets back up and turns around to check on Sans and see how he's doing with the keyboard.

Only to find Sans staring at him, his eyesockets still wet with angry tears and his mouth wide agape.

Error immediately understands the situation and lets out a long, tired sigh.

"fuck."

Sans is momentarily distracted from his pain, which Error is thankful for, and throws a billion questions at him, wondering who he is and where he comes from and why his bones are so dark and if he's related to Sans and why he actually looks like Sans' twin but with black bones and how he got here and so many more that by the time Error gets a word in, it's already night out.

Error explains very roughly who he is, not bothering with the most complicated details. Sans doesn't need to know, it's better if he doesn't actually. Error then very quickly stirs the conversation into comforting words and encouragements, telling Sans that there's something wrong with Papyrus and not with him, and that's why he's lashing out at his big brother so much.

Sans lets out a pitiful and heart breaking chuckle at that.

"yeah well, maybe if i wasn't so damn pathetic he'd be less on my case."

It leaves a bad taste in Error's mouth. Even if he knows that Frisk's Full Reset of the story will fix the glitch, he doesn't like Sans thinking like this, ever.

"no, sans, you don't understand. papyrus is not supposed to be like this. he's a good brother, and you're a good brother too. it's just a glitch," Error tries to explain as best he can. "you two get along really well, you're always spending time together and you never fight, not for real. you tease each other and banter a lot, but it's always in good spirits. i've never seen two monsters get along as well as you and papyrus, i promise."

There's a shift in Sans' eyelights as he listens to Error speak and then he smiles bitterly, his voice sad and broken and wet as he says, "but my papyrus will never be like that, right? because he's just a glitch."

Error realizes how he did the very opposite of comforting Sans as he watches the other crumble into sobs. Sans curls into himself like he's trying to disappear and make the pain go away.

Error is at a loss, he doesn't know what to do. His mind is blank, and so he doesn't think about what he's doing as his arms wrap around Sans' oh so small frame. He pulls Sans into his chest and rocks him as Sans wails into his arms, his hands shakily gripping at the front of Error's jacket.

Error can't do much more than apologize for revealing the hurtful truth to Sans and reassure him as best he can that at least he has Error now to confide in, or vent whenever Papyrus harms him. Error vows that he'll never leave Sans alone and hurt anymore. That's the least he can do. He might not be able to fix the glitch, but he can try to make Sans' current timeline a better experience.

They start to hang out, a lot. If Error avoided making any contact with the characters before, he shrugs that there's no point in hiding his existence now that Sans knows about it. He swears to himself never to intervene in future timelines, but this one is a lost case anyway, and he might as well enjoy Sans' company.

Turns out that Sans is an even more wonderful monster that Error thought, which says a lot, considering how high he already thought of the chubby skeleton. Sans is smart, fun, caring, witty, beautiful and Error is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He's quick to get out of his depressive funk Error accidentally provoked, and gets livelier and happier each day he spends with Error. They usually just stay in the basement, chatting and playing games, but sometimes Sans brings him to the Snowdin forest, where they build snow sculptures, play between the trees, share secrets under the falling snow and just overall have an amazing time.

The sadness sometimes comes back to Sans' eyelights, but it's quickly replaced by unbridled joy when he spots Error. He knows then that his day is going to be better. With time, he shows less and less bitterness about Papyrus. His brother's nasty words seem to not reach him as deep anymore, and Error is relieved for Sans.

They spend about four months like that, hanging out together everyday, until Error finally announces the news that the little human is on their way. Frisk will arrive in the Underground within a week or two, and if they're in a good mood, Monsterkind might even get freed.

He makes sure not to mention the possibility of a genocide run. Sans doesn't need to hear about it in this timeline. He's suffered enough and ignorance is bliss.

(And if push comes to shove, Error is ready to intervene this time, whatever that entails.)

"you'll get to see the surface!" Error beams at his friend. "the sunset, and the stars, and the sky. And real rain and real snow."

"wow… that sounds nice," Sans whispers in awe with a beautiful smile. "i can't wait."

Sans carefully lets his skull drop on Error's shoulder. Error is tempted to wrap a comforting arm around Sans' waist, but he doesn't go further than thinking about it. He splashes his feet into the water of the luminescent stream in front of them instead. Sans is right, Waterfall really is the best place to hang out.

"error, what will happen to you when the human comes?" Sans asks after a while. "you said that i'm supposed to befriend them, but what about you? you're kinda me, right? will you be their friend too?"

Error hums. He does care about Frisk a great deal and would love to hang out with the tiny human, especially if Sans is there as well. He can already picture the three of them playing in the snow by the entrance of the ruins. Maybe Sans and Error could sneak up behind Frisk and surprise them, that could be fun.

He shakes his skull gently.

"i'll fade in the background for a while. it's your story, sans, and i don't want to influence it more than i already have. i've already said more than i was allowed to, to be honest."

Sans pouts. "hmmm. not fun." He then adds in a quieter voice. "what about papyrus? is he going to be the human's friend too? or is he going to…"

Sans doesn't need to finish the thought and Error does wrap that arm around the other, squeezing him reassuringly.

"don't worry about this, sans. it's almost over anyway. when frisk gets here and finishes their run, the world will be reset and papyrus will go back to normal. the risks of the same glitch happening again are very slim, so you'll forget he even treated you that way and you two will be best brothers again. i promise."

Suddenly, Sans sits up, removing his skull from Error's shoulder, making him miss the contact. Error worries he said something wrong again and stares intently at his friend.

"i'll forget about it? about papyrus being mean to me? really?"

"yes, sans. i know it's hard to imagine for you right now, but trust me. you're going to forget this timeline, everything about it, and then you'll be happy again." Error scratches his cheek as he looks to the side and adds, "i'm not saying things will be easy for you, you also struggle in other timelines, but you'll have papyrus to support you. you won't remember how awful he is right now."

This doesn't seem to be the thing to say to cheer Sans up, because it doesn't work and Sans looks almost gloomier with each new word that goes out of Error's mouth, so he shuts up, waiting for Sans to speak his mind.

Error's patience is rewarded a couple minutes later.

"what if i don't want to forget?"

Error blinks.

"what?"

"i think i don't want to forget." This time, Sans looks straight at Error.

"but… why? you'll be happier if you forget all of this ever happened."

"not if i have to forget you."

The words barely register before Error feels Sans' teeth press against his mouth. He instinctively closes his eyesockets and lets Sans kiss him. Sans runs his tongue along Error's teeth, asking for entrance that is easily granted.

Only the echo flowers around them witness their love, and they too will forget all about this soon.

But even if Sans and the echo flowers and the entire world forget about this moment, Error will remember.

Error will never forget.

#Cognito fic #Rarepair New Year 2024 #Sans/Error #Error #Error!Sans #SFW

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solver002 · 3 months ago

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Eventually, all walls meet demolition So Wall Street had to keep the tradition Their financial systems resigned to ignition And out of the ashes, we have arisen

An empire is forged in the fire of ambition In business, there isn't the time for attrition Invest to suppress then ingest competition Then each acquisition is new ammunition

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We're the light in your screens, we're the lead in your veins Then you wake from your dreams, so we can sell them again In the light we distract with the shiny and new So you're blind to the fact that the product is you So let your brain dance and replay the dream But don't drown in the data stream 'Cause we see where you are and we see where you go 'Cause we know what you own and we own what you know

From the top of all our towers, the corridors of power clearly need rewiring Arasaka saw the spark and then embarked upon the path to turn that spark to lightning There's no autonomous megalopolis so populous or prosperous you could reside in And every citizen that's living in this city is a digit on the charts we're climbing

Political systems are too inefficient They split like the atom and burned in the fission Now every department and every decision Defer to the herds of our corporate divisions

If you don't remember the ballot you cast It's printed on every receipt you were passed Each time you selected our products and services We were elected in each of your purchases

What's left to do when you've got the monopoly? Turn the consumer into the commodity It isn't hard where you've hardware neurology Honestly, do read the company policy

Take information and trade it for wealth You pay it in each augmentation we sell It's easy to cut out the middleman When he's cut out most of himself

Arasaka Finance. Investing in your future

All that you say on the net we composite To maps that go straight from your head to your pocket Complain if you want, you're still making deposits Of data — each day you log on is a profit

Society currently lists electronic So isn't conducting resistance ironic? We've plenty of skeletons locked in our closets But yours are assembled from old-stock hydraulics

So lucky we know just the pieces you need All plucked from your social media feeds The places you go and the posts that you read All snatched for a new algorithm to feed

Now, holding our gold isn't par for the brand Our silver is sat in the palm of your hand Quit whining and sign on the line in the sand The supply does not get to make the demands

Arasaka Manufacturing. Building a better tomorrow

Name, age, qualifications Race, faith, career aspirations Political leaning, daily commute Marital status, favourite fruit

Family, browser, medical history Hobbies, interests, brand affinity Fashion, style, your occupation Gender identity, orientation

Lifestyle choices, dietary needs The marketing contact you choose to receive Posts, likes, employers, friends Social bias, exploitable trends

Tastes, culture, phone of choice Facial structure, the tone of your voice If it's inside your head, we know You can't escape the ebb and flow

When guiding the hand of the market If it's holding a cheque or a gun The fingers go deep in your pockets And you can live under the thumb

You seem so surprised, what did you expect? We're thinking outside of that box that you checked The terms were presented in full to inspect You scrolled to the end just to get to "Accept"

Arasaka would like to know your location (In the light we distract with the shiny and new) Arasaka would like to know your location Arasaka would like to know your location (So you're blind to the fact that the product is you) Arasaka would like to know your location

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jadedfandoms · 4 months ago

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so i have been working on a thing and have finally worked up the courage to show it off! introducing:

Energytale is an AU based around the idea of soul magic (with some added world building ✨spice✨ because I couldnt help myself)

Besides the soul magic, the one other really important world building thing my AU has is how skeleton and ghost 'monsters' come to be. See, in this universe both types of monsters used to be human and ended up as either a skeleton or ghost due to how they died. If they died to monster magic, then they turn into a skeleton; if they died around monsters but not to them, then they turn into a ghost. Neither type can turn into the other.

"What does this mean for the preexisting ghosts and skeletons in Undertale?" I definitely hear you asking and did not say just to segway into talking about it.

Sans and Papyrus, in this AU, are some of the fallen children (specifically, Sans is the Justice kid/Clover and Papyrus is the Kindness kid/Cameron). For the ghosts (MTT, Mew Mew, and Napstablook specifically), they all were humans that were perceived by others to have not agreed with the war on monsters in some way, and the humans in the war killed them. All of the fallen humans (besides Chara and Frisk for obvious reasons) had turned into skeletons upon death in this AU, adding 3 new characters, being Roman (the bravery kid/Alex), Ariel (the patience kid/Myssa), and Amatic (the perseverance kid/Vanessa).

I'll do a masterlist once I've done seperate posts for each important character, which I intend to do daily but will probably forget lmao.

#undertale aus #energytale #sans #papyrus #mettaton #napstablook #mad mew mew #have i mentioned im autistic?

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radiomonkeys2 · 3 months ago

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Courtesy of Salvamakoto

Drugatsko is a terrifically ultraviolent person in her own right, persisting in a skullthrone she built herself. Drugatsko's skullthrone is decorated extensively in blood and gore, rotting and disgusting and replenished often. She crushes the skulls of any passerby with her bare hands and feasts on his brains. You even have Drugatsko's Sea— a massive body of blood and water. A sea formed from the blood of opponents Drugatsko herself slaughtered, so deep and mighty that it has its own weather where thunderstorms of blood wash the lands. Warriors are baptized in these bloody storms. Drugatsko's Sea has altered the climate of the surrounding area since it regularly rains and storms blood. There's blood condensation. There are tornadoes of blood! And perhaps most disturbingly, Drugatsko's Sea is just the first of multiple seas of blood she's left; it's merely the primary one she claims ownership over. Not to mention that she eagerly commands the Devastators to create their own seas of blood and mountains of corpses and skeletons, and they are more than happy to live up to that wish.

She is the archetypal Chaotic Yaban, one who lives for the thirst of blood and battle day-in and day-out, except with the added trait that she’s a god-empress of a planet of war freaks. In fact, Drugatsko did the impossible and cultivated a world even more war-obsessed than Kollidor, if that’s even possible— and did it out of HUMANS no less. Humans are warlike, to be fair, but we have a variety of traits that keep us from crossing over into becoming the Space Orcs we believe ourselves to be. There are far more warlike races in the cosmos. There are more warlike races on Earth if you want to be technical, including felines, ants, and chimpanzees. Human violence is exaggerated due to our technology and stupidly-large social groups. Yabans are still exponentially more violent than humans will ever be. Still, the Devastators show just how brutal humans could be if we were purposed for war as an innate value. They live as if Khorne has released their Chaotic bloodlust, in a world where Khorne doesn't even exist.

At a good bit over 400 years old, Drugatsko lives Yulaan's dream. Yulaan has dreamt often about turning Earth into a Mezara-like martial dystopia, a world where warriors are celebrated, honored, and rule, where hatreds drive conflict and war is an ever-present fact of life. Yulaan would love nothing more than to break Earth into ever-warring factions and ignite that human warrior spirit. But she is restricted by the rules of her arrest and has taken herself to respect what humans want and found a compromise: don't mess with the global order. Contrast this existence with Drugatsko, who eagerly conquered Mezara as soon as she landed upon it and indulged gleefully in her Yaban battle tendencies to their maximal extent. And now, 400+ years later, she is living the Yaban dream, crushing skulls casually, killing thousands daily, and vanishing planets with powerful qi to the cheers of her bloodthirsty subjects, this ten trillion-man horde of insane warriors who call her their Ultra Khan. This hypermasculine mass of men wild with aggression and adrenaline living every day for war and combat. Vicious martial barbarians clad in road warrior death armor, freaking out on adrenaline-fueled internecine aggression, with proto-nexcidious berserker tendencies galore. Drugatsko is a classic Yeren bolloi, vicious and overwhelming, and she has pre-empted the New Libertines movement on Kollidor just by way of circumstance. She is allowed to endlessly indulge in her own base Yaban impulses nowadays thanks to her few centuries of planning and coordination, transforming Mezara from what was essentially Planet Afghanistan into a Mad Max Sparta in Space. She lives the high life by Yaban standards, one of pure slaughter, combat, and conquest. And it's an extraordinarily hypermasculine existence, with all that brings with it. (Warning: this next part gets a bit gender studies-y) In that first Drugatsko post, I put it in no unclear terms that Devastators are a society ruled by male supremacy. So much so that they're unisexual— there is no such thing as a "female Devastator." And that's because Drugatsko herself killed them all when she first came to Mezara, long before they became the Devastators. When Yulaan returns to Earth to tell of her bloodsoaked adventures on Gorta, her description of Devastator society seems to run horribly at odds with the fact they have a female god-emperor. Drugatsko is, after all, a bolloi. And yet Devastators seem to be as hot-bloodedly macho as they come, even showing clear disdain and hatred for Drugatsko on the basis of her sex. Heck, the whole reason Yulaan even gets employed by Drugatsko is because a warlord named Yasimbata defected from Drugatsko's empire precisely because of his hatred over her rule and just so happened to set up camp on Planet Gorta. What confuses the Earthlings even more is why Yulaan agrees with Drugatsko's methods and ideology. But the answer comes back to the cold fact that Drugatsko is, again, a bolloi. She is a Yaban, a creature of war and conflict. Misogynistic hatred of herself is a form of conflict, one that she adores and always breeds hatreds and bloody desires. Devastators only ever get to enjoy the feel of the female body in battle and conquest (in horrible ways that need no description here) because Drugatsko took theirs from them long ago and, as a bolloi, refuses to offer herself as recompense. For those who aren't gay in this barbarian-BDSM-looking society, it's just frustrating to be under the bootheel of a not-unattractive dame forever closed and forever stronger than yourself while also being told that you, as a man, are superior to those weak pathetic females of the cosmos and should always indulge in your manly fighting spirit. It's a deliberate tactic by Drugatsko to keep the blood running hot at all times.

The raw, powerful misogyny Drugatsko spread often blows back against her as many of her own subjects despise her for being female. They are raised to hate femininity and desire to dominate it in all manners. They are told from birth that they, as men and as warriors of power, are superior to the weak pathetic females who once infested this planet and arrested their collective manly fighting spirit. That females are to be penetrated, violated, dominated, mastered, and discarded when used up. That females are creatures of peace and passivity, kind and gentle sensitivity, of romance and delicate emotions, of sass and spice, of submission and vulnerability— and they are men of might and glory, physical force and war, of creative destruction and matters of steel. Let no king rule you forever. Plunge your sword into his neck when he looks the other way. Bang your fist against his skull and blind him from the impact. Seek power at all times. This is the rule of Male Supremacy! Scream it loud unto the heavens. Let the gods tremble before the men of war. Fight, feast, and fuck all you can, you mighty men! Seek and destroy, all ye mighty!!

Oh, and your brutalitarian god-khan is female. And not even an ugly mannish one, besides her battle scars and muscles. Drugatsko is a she and she never hides this fact. In fact, she might very well be the manliest person on Mezara because of that, because she had to overcome her femalehood to achieve a brutalitarian iron fisted rule.

On a planet that's basically "What if 1980s hypermasculine action movies, but in a timeline where the Fascists and Futurists won," her manly subjects despise her on principle. They must learn to disrespect and disregard her voice, put back into their place only by her use of bellicose force and her powerful will.

But she and Yulaan both understand why that's the point. It's something humans might not be able to understand. A bolloi facing misogyny, a bolloi being disrespected and told to get back in the kitchen, is exactly what she wants. Of course she's not going to do it. Tell a bolloi to get back in the kitchen when she isn't intending on cooking anything and you're going to get punched in the throat. But it's not because she demands to be respected or wants equal rights with you— Yabans don't understand the concept anyhow. She openly welcomes your disrespect and hatred. It's what she craves. She is a bolloi, a Yaban, a monkey of war and battle. Your hatred and disgust of her has bred conflict, and Yabans adore conflict more than life itself. By delivering a bitchslap to a bolloi in your attempt to make her submit like a woman, you've only ignited her fighting spirit. (And let's be fair here, you're going to do the same with most women, though perhaps not to the same extent of battlelusted conflict). Silvio Sabatini suffered a psychotic break over things like realizing this: that a bolloi will never respond to threats of violence by submitting or displaying vulnerability and, in fact, misogynistic threats of violence aren't understood as anything but an opponent ready to throw fists— like a man. To men who only understand how to control women via threats of violence, bollois are walking Antichrists. And Drugatsko is no different.

So for Drugatsko, this mass misogynistic hatred of her and widespread desire to turn her into just another nameless slut by many sexually-obsessed Devastators, scratches that ever-pulsating itch of warlust. Yulaan agrees with the sentiment. People in the 2020s and 1960s alike don't get why she likes being the victim of misogyny, especially when she strikes back. They think she has internalized misogyny or that she isn't being honest about her desire to have equal rights with men and other males. But that's not it. Misogyny, hatred for her form, appeals to her need for war and conflict. She wants to be hated because hate breeds conflict, and conflict is everything to a Yaban, especially a Titanist vroda. Drugatsko gets it. Drugatsko lives it.

All in all, Drugatsko is a pure Yaban warrior, one who lives for endless carnage. She came to Mezara by accident, conquered it in blood and destruction, and remade it the way she wanted it to be in the absolute most brutal manner possible, a reign of blood so thick and murderous that it could only exist in fantasy. She's everything old-school Saiyans were promised to be, which probably makes it fitting that her design stems back to Knife Lady. Except as a Yaban, she's even worse. She's the OG Saiyajins with even more bloodlust.

What's terrifying is that she is not the deadliest Yaban to ever live. Not even close. For example, Batzor is said to have killed so many as to have formed an entire stellar system of planets, planetoids, and whatnot made of blood and bodies of those he killed just for fun. To kill so many requires a long time, but Batzor lived a very long time, much longer than Drugatsko currently has lived. The Ultra-Khan Rahal dwarfs even Batzor, having left multiple galaxies dead. Galaxies that had quintillions of civilizations each at that. And Yabans also do the infiltration baby thing that Saiyans do, meaning that plenty of un-noteworthy Yabans have been sent out to the stars to slaughter entire planets without remorse or affect, often as children.

Still, Drugatsko's bloodlust and devastating brutality (no pun intended) is beyond human comprehension, into levels that one could describe as "beyond Biblical." We're talking so much death, so much blood, so much savagery at her hands alone that it genuinely can be hard to fathom. And that's just her, not including her underlings. There are Devastators that have been born just to die by her hands, but there are so many Devastator humans that she has only ever killed a fraction of them. A very big fraction admittedly, but a fraction nonetheless (though to be fair, innumerable trillions, if not quadrillions of Devastators have been born/created, so assuming she herself has killed half of them...) And their sole purpose is to fight and kill. And as a result, many have become really, really good at fighting and killing.I figured it'd be as obvious as the picture on your screen, but she absolutely is supposed to look like Knife Lady from DBZ Episode 20 as I've been cripping Yaban designs from interesting-looking background Saiyans lately, especially the ones who look the most 80s and space-piratey and, thus, least likely to be represented in nü Dragon Ball with its Bart Simpson-haired monkeys galore.

Just in case anyone argues that I didn't ripoff the look for whatever esoteric reason, here's Knife Lady and Drugatsko back to back.

I know a few people thought that Yulaan was based off this character, and the "ancient Saiyajin" look definitely did stem from there. Hence why I went with straight up taking Knife Lady to use for Drugatsko directly since Drugatsko represents who Yulaan could have been under better (read: worse) circumstances. I mean for Christ's sake, the first ever image of Yulaan was of her eating a man's leg!

Also, I reused Knife Lady's look for another character (the Kokozarene Princess and hybrid Getabaru-Yaban Saiyan Daikonege) and Djuggesh's look is also heavily based on her, so I've gotten a lot of mileage out of it. It's just a very "Saiyan" look, the best female Saiyan design I've ever seen. All wasted on a character who only appeared for a total of 5 seconds.

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“In 1926, the havoc wreaked by rail strikes led to the federal government passing the Railway Labor Act to give itself the power to impose labor settlements on the rail industry. The Biden administration used this authority to broker a tentative labor agreement that would ensure a 24 percent pay increase by 2024, annual $1,000 bonuses and a freeze on rising health care costs. But workers would be permitted only one paid personal day and no paid sick leave. Of 12 unions voting on the deal, four of them — representing 56 percent of union membership in the industry — refused to ratify it. Biden signed the legislation into law on Friday.

The railroad barons refuse to permit sick days because they have stripped the railroads down to skeleton crews in a process known as precision scheduled railroading, or PSR. In essence, no spare labor is available, which is why the reduced labor force is subjected to such punishingly short periods of time off and onerous working conditions.

Class struggle defines human history. We are dominated by a seemingly omnipotent corporate elite. Hostile to our most basic rights, this elite is disemboweling the nation; destroying basic institutions that foster the common good, including public schools, the postal service and health care; and is incapable of reforming itself. The only weapon left to thwart this ongoing pillage is the strike. Workers have the collective power to slash profits and cripple industry, which is why the ruling class has gone to such lengths to defang unions and outlaw strikes. A rail freight strike, it is estimated, would cost the U.S. economy $2 billion a day, with daily losses increasing the longer a strike continued.

The few unions that remain — only 10.7 percent of the workforce is unionized — have been largely domesticated, demoted into obsequious junior partners in the capitalist system. As of January 2022, private-sector unionization stood at its lowest point since the passage of the National Labor Relations Act of 1935. And yet, 48 percent of U.S. workers say they would like to belong to a union.

(…)

“We Americans are not usually thought to be a submissive people, but of course we are,” Wendell Berry wrote. “Why else would we allow our country to be destroyed? Why else would we be rewarding its destroyers? Why else would we all — by proxies we have given to greedy corporations and corrupt politicians — be participating in its destruction? Most of us are still too sane to piss in our own cistern, but we allow others to do so, and we reward them for it. We reward them so well, in fact, that those who piss in our cistern are wealthier than the rest of us. How do we submit? By not being radical enough. Or by not being thorough enough, which is the same thing.”

All the advances we made in the early 20th century through union strikes, government regulation, the New Deal, a fair tax code, the courts, an alternative press and mass movements have been reversed. The oligarchs are turning American workers — as they did in the 19th century steel and textile factories — into serfs, kept in check by onerous anti-union laws, militarized police, the world’s largest prison system, an electoral system dominated by corporate money and the most pervasive security and surveillance apparatus in human history.

The rich, throughout history, have subjugated and re-subjugated the populations they control. And the public, throughout history, has awakened to the class war waged by the oligarchs and plutocrats and revolted. Let us hope that defying Congress, freight railroad workers carry out a strike. A strike will at least expose the fangs of the ruling class, the courts, law enforcement and the National Guard, much as they did during labor unrest in the 20th century, and broadcast a very public message about whose interests they serve. Besides, a strike might work. Nothing else will.”

“The conditions faced by workers in the retail, retail support and logistics industries are harsh and often punishing during the holidays, as they are expected to work long shifts, extra hours and face expectations of fast turnaround. Public facing retail workers are also at risk of abuse and even assault from customers, who find themselves frustrated when problems with supply chains and understaffing lead to less-than-optimal customer service.

In addition, most workers do not have adequate pay. And all this, while many workers in non-unionized sectors lack a voice at work and may be paid as little as $7.25 an hour, the federal minimum wage. While large employers like Amazon set a $15 minimum wage that pressured other employers to raise their wages, many retail workers in the U.S. still make less than $15/hour, including the majority of big box and discount retail workers, according to data from the Economic Policy Institute. These low wages continue despite the difficulties that employers face in recruiting and retaining workers in our tight labor market.

(…)

Workers face challenges to creating a more humane system during the holidays, but they are not solely victims. In fact, workers continue to fight back through organizing, job actions, coalitions with community groups and work with unions.

The Retail, Wholesale and Department Store Union (RWDSU) has worked to strengthen the bargaining position of workers in the broader retail industry through various organizing projects. This includes the international day of action, Make Amazon Pay, during which workers in Amazon warehouses all over the world engaged in actions ranging from walkouts to protests. Eighty unions in 32 countries (including many European countries where workers have better protections) participated in actions targeting Amazon. Workers organized another dozen actions in the United States, including protests in front of Jeff Bezos’s penthouse in New York City, and a picket line at the Bessemer, Alabama, facility.

In addition, RWDSU continues to work with community groups and workers centers to improve the lives of warehouse and other non-unionized workers, through efforts such as New York State’s Warehouse Workers Protection Act, which passed the state legislature in June 2022. This historic legislation would create baseline workplace protections and safety standards for all larger warehouse employers. As Chelsea Connor, director of communications from RWDSU told Truthout, “RWDSU has a long history of working to protect non-unionized workers. We have been working and we continue to work with community groups to improve the conditions for all workers.”

(…)

While Teamsters and other unionized workers enjoy protections under their contracts, this has not necessarily trickled through the industry. UPS drivers, who are Teamsters members, have gained many protections for themselves over the years, including the right to opt out of forced overtime. Unionized workers can freely speak up at work, push back against speed ups, and voice concerns about health and safety. But this is not the case across the industry. As Rand Wilson, a longtime organizer with TDU, told Truthout, “Workers with pretty identical conditions at an Amazon facility, without a union contract … they do what they are told or they can get fired.””

“Outside the south entrance of the hospital, nurses held a press conference, speaking out against their employer after their paid-leave benefits for bereavement, jury duty, and military service were terminated.

(…)

According to a Maine State Nurses Association release, no other employees at the hospital lost these benefits. A spokesperson for Maine Medical Center confirmed no changes to paid time off, including leaves, were made for employees not covered by the union's collective bargaining agreement.

(…)

Many speakers at the event said the decision to terminate their benefits was "illegal" as it related to labor laws.

(…)

This news comes as the capacity at Maine Medical Center is almost full. One factor is a lack of beds at long-term care facilities in Maine, meaning patients stay at the hospital waiting for a bed. The hospital spokesperson said there are about 70 patients waiting for discharge to a long-term facility on any given day.”

#unions #syndicalism #hedges #chris hedges #kang #susan kang #railroad #rail workers #retail #retail workers #working class #class #blue collar #maine

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Summary all the AUs I talked about (with little descriptions!) - Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Eepytale -frisk, Kris, Chara and Asriel live together as siblings and they are so EEPY AAAA

Residenttale - A child of Sans and Alphys battles with her strong powers while in a sick underground :(

Basic! Sans - a sans character who had his code messed up and became something else 👀

Spitetale- After many genocide runs, even Chara is tired, so they make a deal with frisk

Looking Glasses- this au happens after the whole deltarune game ended! But things are not fine :(

Reconnecting - Kris and their soul has some problems with each other?!

Pedia's clover- the headcanon of clover from Undertale yellow!

Anothertale - after so many genocides, sans tries to stop it form the beginning but it gets worse

Sunny story- the story about a sans who has a bit of every character within themselves

Ink ralsei- the story of a ralsei that had their story scraped and a tear of sadness washing away their emotions

Newtales- the au about a strange human falling into a strange underground

Dreamtale 0 -another take on the dreamtale au where it gets a bit more creepy :0

Missing souls- december and Asriel goes to college but they get caught up in strange business

Irrsinntale - after a war between monsters and human about magical crystals, the only remaining ones transforms in skeletons :0

Let dust be a reader - a chill au about the daily life of the bad sanses!!

Project yellow flower- a lot of characters with names and characteristics we know but not quite there, are part of a mysterious project

Summontale - a human goes to the underground to strengthen up the barrier and realizes that the monsters are different from what they were told

Warverse- after all the multiverse collides into one au, they realize that it's a little world for all of them.

Grouptale- what if all the 7 children fell at the same time?

Passing ghost- napstablook has a lot of envy and admiration for sans, who's strong, chill, fights and befriends other's aus... So when they see a portal that sans just went through open, they rush in

SkeleChara- Papyrus revives chara's skeleton and becomes their father figure

Angel's game- the player and Kris make a deal

Fileverse- a drawing of sans comes to life!

Woundtale- a player messes with the code and tries to erase sans, but someone doesn't forget him

Doormaker- based on the theory that sans Undertale and San deltarune are the same person who uses doors as portals!

Human guessing game - the humans have no memories, so your job as a reader is to make the right questions and identify which human has which soul!

Redeemer's path- feeling guilty from using Kris' body, the player goes to their new vessel

Deltasavior- Au of how the next chapter would go!

#aus from undertale #undertale aus #undertale #undertale au #ut au #ut aus #love lists #list #lists #lists uhuuu

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"Robot Trees, Glowing Coins: What Could Possibly Go Wrong?" ( EXERCISE 2 DRAFT 3)

Year: 2104 Location: Mumbai, Former India

They say the war started over something as basic as water. Sure, because in 80 years we still haven’t figured out how to share a glass of water without blowing up half the planet. Makes sense, right?

Mumbai—or what’s left of it—is like some twisted art project gone wrong. The sky is this washed-out grey with a sickly yellow filter, like someone smeared dirt on a window and called it a day. The sun? It’s there, I think. It shows up sometimes, looking as exhausted as the rest of us. Nights? Don’t even bother wishing for stars. Just a bunch of glowing red dots—drones, patrolling like oversized mosquitoes. Only these mosquitoes spy on you, and, if you’re lucky, drop a bomb or two.

The air smells like someone decided to make a perfume out of rust and burnt plastic. Breathing it is a daily treat. Outside, you either wear a mask or feel your throat slowly turn into sandpaper. I mean, why not? If we’re going to destroy the world, might as well make the air unbreathable too.

Trees? Oh yeah, remember those? Used to be green, alive, you know, like in those old nature documentaries. Well, now they’re basically skeletons—literally. They’ve been turned into robot trees. Yup, some genius thought it’d be cool to wire them up with sensors, cameras, and all sorts of tech garbage. So instead of growing leaves, they monitor us. Branches full of antennas, blinking lights—looks great, really blends with the post-apocalyptic aesthetic. It’s like nature said, "Forget it, I’m out," and the robots moved in.

And then there’s the Mithi River. Yeah, it’s still there, if you can call it that. It’s more like a slow-moving sewage stream at this point, full of oil and bits of broken tech. Perfect place for a romantic walk, really.

Our apartment—or bunker, whatever—is still standing. Sort of. It shakes every time there’s an airstrike, which is just part of the daily routine now. The windows are covered in steel plates, like we’re living in some kind of post-war chic, but hey, it’s home. Walls cracked? Sure. Dust everywhere? Why not? But we’re alive, so I guess that’s something.

I’m Kavya. I’m ten, although some days I feel like I’ve been around for centuries. I’ve got this coin—an old rupee made of silver. Dadi gave it to me before she died, said it was for good luck. Not sure how that’s working out. The thing’s been acting weird, glowing like it’s about to explode. It’s got these little cracks forming, glowing faintly, like it’s some kind of ticking time bomb. Good luck, right? Maybe it’ll blow up and take me with it. Could be fun.

Oh, and the robots? Yeah, they run the place now. They’re huge, with glowing eyes, scanning everything like they’re the new overlords. Which they probably are. The trees, the drones, the buildings—they’re all wired into the same system. It’s like one giant surveillance state where even the trees are spying on you. Feeling paranoid yet? You should.

The drones are always floating up there, like they own the sky. Some people say they can slow down time. Sure, why not? We’ve got robot trees, flying cameras, and air you can’t breathe, so let’s throw in some time-warping drones while we’re at it. Makes total sense.

So here I am, a ten-year-old with a glowing coin, stuck in a city where trees spy on you, robots call the shots, and the air is slowly killing us. What’s the worst that could happen?

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