#experiment sans

[necropochan]

Experiment!Sans

Some info for now (will update later):

He is really short and child-like (looking)

Acts immature and innocent

Doesn't know the tests that are done on him are experimentations

He doesn't know Papy was switched to another building due to his body and magic was a lot weaker then his own

Plays with Frisk whenever she visits his containment room

Always waiting for the next "test" on him since he enjoys those as he stated " there fun cause you never know what to expect from each test"

Doesn't have many friends (aside from some of the sans such as the star sans, lust, outer, horror, sugar, Ccino & farmer, though he is acquainted with the rest of the bad sans but isn't really scared of them, more curious about them, especially whenever he see's Nightmare he calls him an Octopus)

[artpepkin]

They watched Trolls 3 one time and the house has been filled with 80s/90s music ever since

Dust secretly likes it but he prefers to listen to it on his own <3

Killer belongs to RahafWabas

Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale

Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

Nym belongs to me

Non blurred variations below cause I like them too hehe ->

[eggwishing]

someday... you gotta learn when to QUIT.

[claie171art]

Thinking about soulless beings.

Bonus comic:

I don’t think they’d get along really well, except maybe on that point.

[vixpunix]

drew my fav <3

this was supposed to just be a sketch 😭

killer by rahafwabas

[contagious-watermelon]

Why do I keep seeing transmascs and trans men insisting or implying that all trans men are "female socialized," or "understand the female experience," or "navigated the world as a woman." Because yeah, sure, that can be true for some people. especially if you weren't gnc at all as a kid and didn't crack your egg until well into adulthood, it makes sense.

But they don't stop at saying they had that experience. It always comes with an addendum that trans men, as a group, all can relate to this experience. I don't know about the entirety of my demographic, but I never got even a little bit of what some of them talk about. I didn't even believe that women were scared of going out at night until I kept consistently seeing them say it, online or wherever, for years. I never realized catcalling was a thing until I saw some women complaining about it on reddit.

But they posit it as some sort of, you're safer than cis men, right? You know what it's like? Which, on top of being patently, demonstrably false in the case of myself and many other trans men, holds some unpleasant and often outright hostile implications about trans women. And they always deny it, but if you can't even conceptualize someone like me who grew up gnc, and never got the bulk (or any?) of whatever we consider to be 'female socialization,' what does that say about what you think trans girls went through, growing up? I don't want to speak for them, as I've never experienced that firsthand, but I can guarantee that (if you're even a little bit obviously trans) people don't treat you like a cis kid of the opposite gender. By and large, they don't get treated like cis boys.

It just makes me mad that we're taking this inaccurate framework that (ever so conveniently) puts trans people into the box of our assumed birth gender, and trying to fancy it up and use it with a faux-progressive veneer; never mind the way that transphobes use it to bar trans women from being athletes, or using the bathroom, or having access to any gendered resources they need. It would be bad enough to try and dust it off and use it even if it were largely accurate, due to the aforementioned connections to outright transphobia, but it literally is patently false. Not in all cases, obviously, but why are we trying to revamp this untrue, inaccurate generalization and pretend that we can make it 'trans-inclusive?'

[cakesmelons]

It's pride month people!!! (expect more of these two)

[signanothername]

There’s something that’s just so beautifully haunting about that one Dreamtale panel

God i love this panel so fucking much

[mildarka]

Big fan of immortals finding joy in very mortal things... like mcdonalds

[amalia-uwu]

Another dabble

A sad one sorry (if there is an issue tell me and I will delete it). I made myself tear up a little, I am a bad woman... I am so sorry..

Trigger Warnings: death, major character death, sad, child's death, euthanasia/murder.. Unethical experimentation.

It's been days.. Days and Sans

S01 still doesn't respond. It's as if all life has been drained from him. He is just an empty husk of himself.

No matter how much Gaster threatens him he doesn't cooperate. He doesn't care anymore. All hope is lost.

... Something was wrong not only with his subject. But with.. Gaster himself..

He... Developed feelings... «Maybe I was too harsh to him» he thought and slapped himself for even thinking about it.

More days passed.

S01 stopped eating, he was just laying there hopeles, helpless, alone and forsaken in an empty, cold, unfriendly cell..

S01 didn't touch the books, puzzles and anything Gaster left for him.

Gaster could only see the trail of tears in his eye sockets. The painful expression.

Something in him snapped. He began having soft feelings again. He sat on his chair, lit a cigar and thought...

How? How? Why? Why does he feel bad?

Is it because of the determination tests? Is it the times Gaster broke his little bones? Tortured him to test his limits? All the pain his sadistic soul put Sans S01 through? All the harsh punishments?

He couldn't continue like this.. In his mind there were 2 solutions.

Either stop the experiments. Or... Maybe It was time to pull him out of his misery.

He should have been careful. He allowed himself to see his subject as a living monster and not a toy he could mess with and play as much as he wanted.

Truth be told, he tried soft techniques, but... he was careless and S01 saw through him. S01 didn't believe him.

All the abuse; verbal, physical, psychological..... Was too much. He broke..

Gaster knew what he had to do.. He got up and took his tools.

He entered into the cell. The small skeleton didn't react.

Gaster touched his shoulder. He was feverishly warm, his bones clammy, sweating, his breathing ragged.

Gaster pushed him gently, they looked at each other.

Gaster lifted the poor creature in his embrace. The least he could do was to make it quick and painless.

The damage was done.

He couldn't fix it. He removed an injection from his pocket, he injected it on his soul.

S01, said nothing, he didn't flinch, he didn't scream, he only shed a few tears. Gaster emptied the content and then hugged him a little tighter.

S01 struggled a little. Before going limb. Gaster heard his soft ragged breaths going quitter reduced to nothing.

Gaster did something he didn't know he could..

He wept. His tears turned into a heartbreaking bawling.

S01 let out a small exhale and his soul left this cruel world.

Gaster took a blanket and carefully wrapped the small frame. He buried Sans, close to the lab in a secret place noone would suspect.

That was his name, Sans. In his grave small flowers began blossoming.

.

.

Sans's soul flew high. He went to a place that had flowers and butterflies.

He felt.. calm.

A feeling he didn't know he could feel. After all this time a small smile appeared in his face.

He heard a soft voice that said "I am sorry little one, now you can rest, noone is going to hurt you anymore".

"Who are you? What is this place?" Sans asked perplexed.

"In this place. You will find good monster! Every monster, that was good, did good deeds, or repented their crimes come here after their death. You did nothing wrong. Here you will find peace, love, hope and will be happy, forever".

Sans smiled "Thank you"

Other monsters appeared as well. On of them a skeleton a little taller

"What's your name?"

"Sans"

"I'm Papyrus, wanna play?"

"Yeah, Let's play!" he smiled.

They held hands and started running. The flowers, clean air the animals were running along with them.

They giggled as they faded into the light.

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hhhaaa wht if. experiment!sans. lost all hope. and, his soul slowly stopped functioning, bc he’s so starved for positive attention/any sort of affection at all,

gaster realizes what’s starting to happen when he notices his experiment is weaker than usual one day, and when he watches him on the cameras in his cell later he sees tht sans isn’t even,, trying to entertain himself with the books he has in his cell or anything anymore. he’s jus. lying there. emptily staring at the wall. bc he can’t bring himself 2 even Try 2 do anything else,

gaster doesn’t want all of his hard work to go to waste so he starts giving sans little encouraging touches, a lil head pat after he’s done something right, a hand on his shoulder as he’s explaining something,, and he does this in the hopes that getting the physical affection that sans always begged for might revitalize him but by that point it’s nearly too late and all it does is barely keep him alive,

anD as sans becomes more distant each day as he retreats further and further into himself gaster finally starts to realize that he cares about sans in a way that is A Little Bit More Than how he would care for Just An Experiment,

maybe this is when gaster stops the testing because he finally comes to terms with the fact that he can’t hurt sans anymore and not feel bad about it deep down,

either that or gaster is frustrated by the fact that he’s attached to someone that He Shouldn’t Even View As An Actual Person and decides to take back control of the situation by ending his experiment himself,

buT u kno what I’m soft so I’m going with the first option in which gaster stops the testing 😭

[lymanthrope]

As your cool older friend It’s my job to make sure that you’re fit to run with my crew. We wear muscle tanks over binders, baggy jeans, workman’s boots with hardware, and we stand tall and hold ourselves with swagger.

We go to grimy concerts and bump against each other in the pits, we hit up the parking lot at the 7/11 and fuck around like the nuisances we are, and we watch shitty movies, more focused on laughing about dicks and tits than anything else.

And when you’re feeling inexplicably hot and needy I’ll be right there by your side to help you out, make you feel good. I don’t do this with the rest of the boys, you’re the exception.

You’re a man now. My brother, my boy, my soldier. Doesn’t it feel better to hang with the cool kids now?

[cut-aare]

🩸🫦

[dailyinkk]

Day 32! cold day

[antlered-prince]

at the diner (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

ft. Encre (mafia au) from @owl-bones

[zu-is-here]

“Tale About the Lost Time” (1940)

— is a Russian fairytale about a boy who wasted his time and turned into a cursed old man. He has a chance to return everything if he finds fellow genociders sufferers and turns the clock hands until sunset. Will they be on time to become themselves again?

Fluffynightkiller Week by @help-im-a-gay-fish

Ccino by black-nyanko

Nightmare by jokublog

Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch

[astraldes]

Ink would surely put Dream in various different outfits all the time (Headcanon that when Ink goes to different AUs and see different fashion styles, he'll feel inspired and wanna put those ideas onto a model... and Dream's perfectly available for that :) )