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ratsoh-writes · 4 years ago

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Matchups you say hmmmmm??? Also omg I wasn’t gonna send one in but I kept seeing all the ones you did and they were so cute so I just had to join in;) thank you for doing these!! Also if you have a lot, feel free to ignore this one<3

Main personality traits: I use she/her pronouns, I’m bisexual, and Idk if this is helpful but from quiz results (that were done just for fun lol) I’m a kindness soul. I’m pretty socially awkward, but I try my best to make an effort when I talk to people. I’m very talkative once I get comfortable with someone and I love to joke around and be silly with the people close to me. I love the feeling when you’re joking with someone and you both get so giddy with laughter (it’s one of my fav feelings). I do tend to get drained socially and need alone time every once and awhile. I make an effort, no matter what kind of day I’m having, to be nice to people because you don’t know what they’re going through. I have been told I have rbf (resting bitch face) and not a lot of people tend to approach me because of it and I’m constantly being asked if I’m okay or if I’m mad when around other people, but most of the time, I’m just chilling. I think it’s a mix of social awkwardness and the rbf but who knows? Food is definitely the way to my heart, I love eating good food with good company I just get so warm and fuzzy when cooking/eating with loved ones;) I’d say my love language is probably quality time, and food (is that one of the love languages?? If not it should).

Strengths: Having dealt with a lot of judgment myself, I don’t tend to be a judgmental person. I’m a good listener, I’m good at reaffirming and hyping up those close to me when they need it, and I’m good at seeing if someone is uncomfortable in situations and acting accordingly, such as getting them out, changing the subject, speaking up, etc.

Weaknesses: I’m a sh*t communicator when it comes to my own feelings, especially when they’re negative, and I find it really hard to put them into words and because of this I tend to bottle a lot of things up. When I snap, it’s not usually anger it’s mostly just, exhaustion, tears, or a total shut down because of the bottling and while I’m working to get better, it’s still a bad habit I have. I also tend to procrastinate, I have a hard time with big social gatherings, I can be forgetful, I can be pretty stubborn, and I get very insecure (about my feelings and my appearance/body) and tend to beat myself up over a lot of things.

Pet peeves/odd habits: I have sensory issues so I cannot stand flashing lights, sudden loud/shrill noises, loud chewing/mouth noises, itchy fabrics (those are the main triggers). I hate angry yelling, laugh tracks in shows, vomit and when its used as comedy in the media, and the dark. I also really hate alcohol and drugs, I don’t care if others are having fun with it, you do you and I’m not gonna judge you for it, but personally it’s a trigger and I don’t like being around it or people while they’re under the effects of it. As for odd habits, I never have the comforter on the bed because it gets too hot and I sleep with only one or two thinner blankets, I hate having doors and windows open, and burning candles makes me nervous and I’ll never let them burn for more then ten minutes.

Hobbies: I love to draw, play/listen to music, paint nails/do nail art, play video games, go on walks (not runs I am deeply out of shape), go to cool shops/places, and as mentioned before cook/eat with loved ones.

No no’s in a relationship: not respecting my boundaries, pressuring me to do things I’ve said I don’t want to (not like going to events or stuff because getting out of your comfort zone is important sometimes, but with more serious things), constantly interrupting me without noticing or caring, being judgmental, and jumping to conclusions without having a conversation with me.

I hope that wasn’t too much! Thank you for doing these!! I hope you’re doing okay and are hopefully having a good day/night;)

hmmm there's quite a few boys who fit you pretty well. Let’s take a walk on the wild side and go with CASH (swapfell papyrus)!

First of all, the two biggest points are: your humor and aversion to drink and drug. The sense of humor is pretty self explanatory. Cash just wants someone he can joke around with. It doesn't necessarily mean elaborate pranks all the time, just teasing and giggling together is great too. For the drinking, cash is an ex alcoholic and drug addict. He’s been sober for a few years now, but obviously needs someone who wont be a temptation to him.

Cash is one of those guys who’s very social and needs a lot of stimulation to be happy. He’s an independent adult and wont get mad if you need a day to yourself on occasion. He might be all whiny though since he’s a dramatic b*stard lol.

Cash takes people as they are and won’t expect anyone to change for him. Unfortunately both of you are crap at talking about your own feelings. It’s just something you both will have to learn together.

dating cash includes:

so you like nail art? He’s always down to be your test dummy. If you ever did cash’s claws, he’ll wear the art with pride

just a warning, cash is ridiculously easy to hype up. He just loved being excited and goofy! If you’re in a playful mood, it’ll only take like .2 seconds to get hi right up there with you lol

cash is picky when it comes to the food at his own home, but going out he has a rule that you should try everything at least once. Even the really sketch stuff. No regrets in this house

if you’re wondering, the second best was bruiser

#undertale imagines #swapfell #matchups #submission

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thefloatingstone · 7 years ago

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speaking of fandom favourites why do so many people get angry at me when I tell them Sans doesn't remember resets .3. I know it's just my own theory but if he could really remember then I don't think he'd be so chummy around the human after a geno run, I dunno maybe I am all alone in that one. I assume he can only remember as much as everyone else since he gets flashes of deja vu like all the other main monsters

Actually you’re not alone at all! I am absolutely behind the idea that Sans CANNOT remember the resets any more than anyone else can. I actually answered an ask about this a while ago on the Time Scar blog, so I hope you’ll forgive me if I copy past my input on this here.

This is something I’ve been convinced of since the very beginning (and many of my earliest one shot comics will show you my opinion on this) and a big part of how I shape most stories using him and Frisk as characters.

I will say people getting angry with you over it is really stupid tho :/ that seems INCREDIBLY petty and immature.

Anyway, here’s what I said originally;

(Please be patient while I try and upload the images that accompany this post with my flaky broken internet)

Ask:

Hey I read somewhere on your blog that you believe that Sans doesn't remember the resets and just figures out that it happens. Since I'm on the side of Sans remembering resets can you show me what evidence or argument you have for your opinion. I want to find out which is more likely to be cannon (cause I don't think Toby said anything about that).

My answer:

I haven’t finished my Pacifist run through yet so I don’t know if he says anything in that playthrough, but considering most of the direct contact you have with Sans is in the Genocide run through it may not matter (Please don’t correct me if I’m wrong. I’ll get to Pacifist when I’m ready myself)

At the end of Genocide, (If you’ve played the game before obviously) Sans reveals a lot of info about how much he knows regarding the resets, and it’s very telling as to HOW he got the information.

When he confronts the human in the Hall of Judgement at the end, it’s because he’s reached the conclusion that the human will not stop and nothing can change that based on him just watching the Genocide run from a distance. He’s also come to the conclusion that the human is impossible to stop, THIS he mentions based not on what he remembers, but by what he’s discovered himself.

He mentions talks a lot about “our Reports” and stuff. (forgive me if my exact wording isn’t correct) as well as “their analysis”. He mentions how “they” have been monitoring the situation and have “noticed a lot of flux in the timespace continuum” and how timelines keep changing and altering, and through analysis “they’ve” come to the conclusion that he human is the one responsible for the changes in events, always in the human’s favour.

(That seems like a very strange question to ask if he knew for a fact, isn’t it?)

If Sans simply remembered the timelines and knew the human could reset things then why the hell would he need data and analysis to know all that?

He has residual memories, but then so does everyone else. He mentions that “He can’t help but feel that we were once friends”. He mentions this not as a memory, but as a lingering feeling (much like Toriel remembers which kind of pie you like although she’s not sure HOW she remembers or even knows that). Sans has a feeling that there was perhaps a friendship between the human and himself, but he cannot really remember it. Which is PART of the reason the whole thing has him so despondent. He realised that a reset doesn’t just take away what could have been a happy ending; it doesn’t even have the decency to let you REMEMBER the happy ending.

So he uses that residual memory as a weapon to literally backstab you. It’s another ploy to cut you down because at this point Sans is pulling out every trick he has the longer you’re able to keep up with him because he’s just fucking done with you. Later on if you KEEP coming back and fighting him he says “if we ever WERE friends, don’t come back.”

People seem to forget that Sans is a LIAR. He lies throughout most of the game. And a LOT of the things he does are deliberate ploys to misdirect or hide the truth. Most of the time it’s not malicious, most of the time it’s legit just a survival strategy, sometimes it’s just to be a bit of a jerk because Sans is a practical joker by nature, but if you start becoming a problem in a genocide run, he doesn’t magically start telling the truth all the time. He only starts mentioning a memory of being friends with the human after he starts sweating and getting tired in the fight. He realises you’re not as easy to put down. and only THEN does he even bother mentioning the possibility of being friends before. It’s another ploy using what little info he has. Even Sans’ info says he’s “the easiest enemy” which is an obvious lie. People forget that Sans is all about misdirection and blatant lying in various degrees which is part of the reason his fight is insanely frustrating. He keeps telling you things about his attacks or what’s about to do which are either misleading or just outright untrue.

So Sans has residual memories, but that doesn’t mean he remembers anything with clarity. He’s no different from the other monsters. He just happens to be insanely smart, and he’s extremely scientifically minded. I’m not sure who the “They” are that he talks about. My first instinct would be he’s talking about Alphys but he never mentions her by name so I’m unsure about that one.

But again, the point is, why the hell would Sans talk about reports and data to “figure out what’s going on” if he remembered and could just say “oh shit! The human’s resetting to get the odds in their favour!” you don’t need all this science hoo-ha for THAT! If Sans remembers the resets and decided he needed to do a bunch of science to figure out what’s going on… he’d be kinda stupid wouldn’t he? And Sans has shown through VARIOUS other situations in the game that he is ANYTHING but stupid.

People mistake Sans’ deductive reasoning for “oh he remembers!” and for the life of me I cannot understand why. If people actually listened to what he says instead of memeing about bad times maybe this wouldn’t be such a problem. But honestly, if you’re somebody who actually played Genocide (unlike me who watched it on youtube I guess) I can kinda understand missing some of this, since you’re so stressed out by the fight and trying to survive you may not be absorbing Sans’ conversation. (Much like I had people tell me they actually completely missed Papyrus leaving the Royal Guard when he calls you in Waterfall because the person playing is so busy trying to survive Undyne’s attacks that that little bit of info often goes unnoticed)

Why would Sans be such a special snowflake to remember things when literally NOBODY ELSE (besides Flowey but he’s a special case) remembers anything but residual stuff? It just doesn’t make sense.

Long story short; Sans is smart and figured it out using the tools he had available to him. He didn’t need a “special circumstance” (ie memory) to get the answers. He had exactly the same info as everyone else, but was intelligent (and distrusting) enough to look into the situation a little deeper since he had the resources to do so.

Give Sans a little credit, would ya?

#C-Puff answers #Undertale #Spoilers #xxtc-96xx

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time-scar-webcomic · 7 years ago

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EDIT: I wrote this about a week ago and thought I’d completely lost it. But I managed to find it today so I’m posting it now. I’m not bothering to re-read it however. So this was written a week ago so my mood was probably in a different place than it is right now (aka more combative and aggressive). Anyway here ya go. Hopefully I wasn’t THAT big a jerk here;

(That seems like a very strange question to ask if he knew for a fact, isn’t it?)

If Sans simply remembered the timelines and knew the human could reset things then why the hell would he need data and analysis to know all that?

I had to watch a little of this fight for these screenshots and I hate watching this fight more than anything in the world so I hope you’re happy)

#C-Puff answers #Undertale #Spoilers #Genocide Run #Sans #meriboo

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zombiiesque · 3 years ago

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Nocturne Alchemy Halloween 2019 - Part One

Originally published 10/8/2019

Hey y'all, and happy Halloween month! October is, bar none, my favorite time of the year, even though it's a little ridiculously hot here in Florida. It took me forever to decide what I wanted, but I finally picked up some treats from Nocturne Alchemy's Halloween 2019 release, and I want to share my thoughts on those, and maybe cover briefly what I have that appears in the Resurgence section, as well. So let's dive right in, shall we?

What did I wind up choosing? A pretty good selection, having tested everything, I don't think there's a single one that isn't going to work! I picked out Pirate's Rum for Jody, but I haven't tested it on him yet, so we'll skip that for now. The rest of what I got was Blood, Blood Queen, Blackout, Vampire Bourbon Patchouli Bat, and The Mummy Returns - as it turns out, I have an aged bottle of that, so I'm probably going to swap my new bottle. They sent me Mummy's Spirit as a prize from a contest I won on the business page on Facebook, and the free sample was the brand new PC scent, Halloween 2020. That's a pretty exciting set!

Blood – Kashmir (Studio Limited), Pipe Tobacco accord, Caramel Oudh (NA Studio), Black Patchouli leaves, Palo Santo essential oil, Italian Bergamot, Italian Pine resin, Frankincense Resin, Myrrh wood and Bastet’s Musk. Oh, this is intense. It's almost a little scary, and these are notes that are right in my wheelhouse. That was my first thought when I put this on my skin - but then it warms and melds, and ooooof - it's captivating. Apply this lightly - a little goes a very long way. Right away, I get the palo santo, and then it sort of melts into this caramel oudh and tobacco. I love NA's tobacco, and I don't have much of it, so I really, really wanted this one. I'm getting almost a leather feel at first, but that stage doesn't last very long. If I sniff really hard, I can pick out the pine, Kashmir (a deep red musk), patchouli, and resins while it's still wet. Once it starts drying though, as I mentioned before, it really all melds together. It's got a slightly unisex feel, and I really want to try this one on my fiance, I think it would be amazing on a man. But he is going to have to share it, if he likes it - I love this entirely too much to give it up. Oh my gosh, it's so dark and sexy, I can't stop huffing my wrists. This is an inky fall night, the moon up high and bright in the sky. There's a chill in the air, but a huff of smoke from someone's pipe - and there's a bonfire in the distance. You're wrapped up nice and warm though. And holy bats do you smell amazing. It lasts quite a while, too. I got a solid 10+ hours out of it. I kept catching whiffs of it that had me trying to figure out what it was before I remembered what I was wearing. Yeah, love this one.

Blackout – NA Chypre accord (labdanum, oakmoss, lavender, patchouli and neroli), Jasmine Absolute, NA Oudh, Bastet Amber Absolute, Mandarin, Clove and Amber accord. Blackout is a stunner of a chypre. This is darkly gothic, and it feels almost....dangerous. Hah! I love it. Chypres are an interesting group for me, most of the time I love them, but sometimes there's a floral that can turn up a little weird on my skin? That's definitely not happening here. If you took a look at the notes and were worried about the jasmine, mandarin, or clove - I spent a full two days with Blackout, and I'm just not able to truly pick them out. When I first put it on, while wet, there's a slight hint of a spicy floral, but it just melts into something deeper and darker so quickly, I can't get a handle on what the florals would be. This is just so smooth and sophisticated. If Blackout was a True Blood character, it would be Eric. Hah! I'm not sure if I could pick out my favorite between this, Blood, and Blood Queen, as I love them all - they're wildly different - but I think if I were pressured, it would be Blackout. The oakmoss is perfection here, I find it to be the most noticeable note in the chypre accord. Since that's a particular favorite of mine from NA, I'm happy to see it star here. This is so starkly beautiful. There's almost a coldness here, but it's drawing me in - it's very appealing. I think that Blood and Blood Queen are very warm scents, but Blackout is just .... chilly.

Blood Queen – Wild Black Currant, Cemetery Musk, Santalum White (Studio Limited), Kashmir (Studio Limited), Black Musk, Blood Wine accord, Black Violet and Lilac essence. Blood Queen is just so purple and wild! I had a hard time choosing what I was going to order to go along with Blackout and Vampire Bourbon Patchouli Bat. I finally settled on Blood, but I kinda was looking hard at Skeletonic, as I adore woody scents - I might have to go back for it, but the notes for Blood Queen just kept pulling me in. This is definitely a me scent, and so I plopped it in my cart and didn't look back. I think I expected the Kashmir, which is a deep, sexy, rich red musk, to kind of be the star here. And it's here, don't get me wrong. Kashmir and Black Musk are not musks that will ever be described as shy, but though I get both of them, they're playing so well with the other notes - like a dance. It's mesmerizing. On my skin, the wine and Cemetery Musk play supporting roles. There's a sweetness and fullness that they add to Blood Queen. Primarily, though, this perfume is a fruity floral musk - and a stunner. This is a come hither, slinky, sultry, masterpiece. Not shy, even a little bit. The blackcurrant is juicy and sweet - it's a good counter for the dark florals of violet and lilac. I usually avoid florals, but I really like how they play darkly with the musks and fruit. If Blackout is Eric, I'm calling Blood Queen Pam. *wink* It lasts forever on my skin, too. A solid 8 to 10 hours!

Mummy’s Spirit – Green Matcha Tea, Violet, Egyptian Blue Chamomile Essential Oil, Egyptian Papyrus essential oil, Egyptian Musk and Egyptian Red Musk and NA Limestone Amber. This was the bottle that I won in a contest NA had on their business page, and they picked out for me. I actually was kind of drooling over the description of it already, because I do love that papyrus note, and their green teas. Naturally, I love this one. It's bright and fresh and crisp, and the green tea is gorgeous here. It's been so, so hot here in Florida - we're missing fall by a long shot. This is a great transitional scent - I can definitely see wearing it as it gets colder, but I wore it a few days in a row when it was over 90 degrees and it was lovely then, also. This is a lighter scent - it needed a couple of applications throughout the day, but I suspect the more it ages, it will get a little more longevity, because I've noticed that's a pattern with scents that start out lighter from NA. Just worth mentioning it as something to be aware of, in terms of a review. For me, I don't mind reapplying - I usually take scent with me wherever I go. But I'll be looking forward to see how this one is going to play out with age, as I already love it. It's quite different from the others that I chose myself, but it's definitely something I'll be reaching for often. I don't get a lot of the violet, so it must be a background note. The chamomile lends a light herbal tone, adding to the overall "green" feel of Mummy's Spirit. I don't get a lot of the violet, but I think on my skin it adds a softly sweet contrast against the green, herbal feel of the tea and chamomile.

Vampire Bourbon Patchouli Bat – Golden and Black Patchouli essential oils slow-drip blended into our Bourbon Vanille Absolute, Sugared Vanilla pods with hints of Oak and Hinoki wood. This one was my first choice - I knew absolutely I was going to get it. And it was an instant win, right out of the mailbox. This is warm and cozy, but at the same time, dead sexy and darkly slinky. The slightly boozy vanilla against the patchouli is perfectly balanced - and I am totally getting the oak and hinoki wood, so that's really awesome, I was hoping I'd be able to smell that in the mix! I feel like the woods really help keep that balance here, because the Bourbon Vanille is quite a rich note, along with the sugared vanilla. The long drydown on this is an almost spicy, plush, slightly narcotic vanilla, balanced with a dark, resinous, herbal patchouli. This isn't your hippie grandma's patchouli scent, by a long shot. This is elegant and polished. It would be a great date night scent - but at the same time, it's cozy and inviting, and I'd wear this to go stomping in the fall leaves in a sweater and jean jacket. I'd also wear it to dinner with my guy. If you were even thinking about Vampire Bourbon Patchouli Bat, do yourself a favor - go pick it up. Yesterday. Word in the fan run Facebook group, the House of NA Tent, is super positive - I think it's the fan favorite of NAlloween 2019.

You know what? I've been thinking about it. I think Blood would be Alcide. *wink*

Edit: At the risk of repeating myself, I'm going to throw a blanket statement out for all of these - I cannot wait to see what they're going to be like with some aging. I accidentally bought a bottle of The Mummy Returns, and I already had one from last year. The fresh bottle is truly a gorgeous scent, but that aged bottle? Wow. So just bear that in mind, my impressions are from bottles I've only had about a week. It's going to be fun to revisit them next Halloween!

Okay, that's going to wrap it up for today. I'm going to go ahead and do a second half, and cover Halloween 2020 (YESSSS) and the Resurgence that I have, including my beautifully aged bottle of The Mummy Returns. The Resurgence reviews are posted here, if you would like to take a look! Thanks for joining me, y'all!

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thecrazydragonlady · 7 years ago

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The Immortal Pharaoh Chapter 6

Nearly a week after the incident with Kush, Atem was wide awake. He and Heba were sleeping on the roof to their shared room, something they had done for years. Heba stayed peaceful next to him. Atem smiled softly at him, relishing in the peace that seemed to blanket itself around the two of them. He knew though that this wouldn't last. There was no helping it after all. He had overheard Siamun and a couple of the other advisors speaking about his father's illness. It was getting worse and even with the use of the Millennium Items, there didn't seem to be any type of cure they could find.

Atem had no choice. He had to act today. He had carefully been studying the guard routes; with the rising of the morning sun, there would be a changing of them that would result in a gap of time where no one could stop him.

It was time to go.

Time to live his life before the chain of duty finally had its hands on him.

Atem silently moved from his brother's side. Heba mumbled and rolled over but did not otherwise wake. Atem released his breathe. He dropped back to the ground, making sure to keep his sandals off so that he made no sound as he moved back through the room; he went straight to their bed where he pulled out a bag he had already packed for the big day. He also pulled out a water skin which he filled from the pond nearby. Once done, he packed it in with the rest of his things. He took one final look at the room. Before he left, he was sure to leave a peace of rolled up papyrus for his brother. The farewell he was too scared to give because he knew that Heba would have stopped him.

And he didn't know if he would have had the strength to fight him.

There was a story they used to share with each other, about a hero from the North that went on grand adventures, saving countless cities from various troubles. He smirked. He hoped that mentioning said character would send the impending search North for him. His plans were to head South, to the lower parts of the country. It was only a matter of time, after all, before they did send one. He smirked wirily. Would anyone really be fooled? Atem couldn’t be sure but he had to try.

What he did know was that there was no way he could just waltz out of the palace with his hair completely exposed as it was. Even if one hadn't seen either of the royal heirs, there was no dismissing their tri-colored spikes. His only solution was to cover it with a simple head cloth held secure by an equally simple circlet. It would serve for his purposes. Atem, once ready, hoisted the bag over one of his shoulders and climbed back up to the roof. He looked once more at his brother before quietly tiptoeing to the edge of the building, looking for any guards in both directions before he jumped to a lower wall a few feet away. By walking along it, he was able to make his way to the larger outer wall where he had to pause as he heard the last of the guards clear the area to begin switching. It was only in the silence did he use a ladder he had placed in a shadowy corner a couple of weeks prior; he was mighty glad that it hadn't been questioned or removed . He propped it up. His heart was pounding with each step that he took, leading himself higher and higher until he cleared the top of the wall. He gauged the distance to the ground. Thankfully, there was a smaller hut beside it that he could use to drop safely to the sand below. He did, somehow without twisting either of his ankles or breaking a bone.

Energy flushed through his system.

Free.

Atem was free.

Free of duty. Free of title. Free.

He couldn't keep the goofy grin off of his face as he strolled down the street. The further he got from the palace, the more crowded the living quarters became and they were certainly rougher, but he wasn't intimidated. If anything, it was thrilling.

Someone suddenly caught him by the shoulder. He spun, pulling out of the grasps. The man behind him wore only a loin cloth and there was definitely a deep smell of alcohol spewing off of him, causing Atem to gag. The man eyed him. The prince didn't like the smirk he was giving him, "Hey boy. Where's your dad? Aren't you a little young to be out this late."

"What do you want," he snapped. The man snickered. He grabbed at him again, this time reaching for the top of his outfit and, getting hold of it, pulled him up off of his feet.

"I think I'll take whatever is in that pack of yours kid." Atem's face paled. The man reached for it but he kicked out, his foot effectively connecting with the man's midsection. Both of them dropped. Atem scrambled to his feet. The man wasn't too far behind. He reached up. Rough hands grabbed to catch his ankle which nearly sent him back to the ground but he froze, not pulling away to keep his balance. The man growled. Thinking fast, he figured he had no choice, and so he reached into his pack, pulling out a small coin purse that he threw off in a different direction. The drunkard saw it and released him. Atem didn't hang around. He ran.

He ran hard and long until he was clear of the street, of the village, and out into the Egyptian sands.

*****

Atem had severally underestimated his need for certain goods for this journey.

As he walked, he pulled the water skin up to his lips, finishing off the last of his water reserves and the Nile hours behind him. He pursed his lips. He was going to be in need of more soon, especially with the way the sun was blazing; food was also necessary as he had already eaten some and had the rest stolen by a flock of hungry birds when he had stopped to eat the parts he did get. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. There was nothing but sand for miles around him. Atem sent up a silent prayer to the gods for redemption and he continued on.

An hour after his predicament started, a sigh of relief came from his lips as he found himself coming upon a tiny village. Maybe he could get a job for food and water….? As he crossed the line from desert to village, he found himself slightly lost and confused on what to do. So he wandered. And listened. Closer to the middle, right where a large well sprang up and several people were speaking amongst themselves, he came across a distraught looking woman, staring at an empty mat, rested there possibly for one of the vendors. He hesitated. Atem wasn’t one to leave someone in worry. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She spun, shocked, but fighting strong tears back. He smiled gently at her, “Excuse me. Is there anything I can do to help?”

She reached up, wiping the edges of her eyes, “I’m afraid not. Unless you are a scribe.” She sniffed. Fighting harder, she continued, “You see, my eldest son went hunting a year ago and has not returned. My husband and other son have gone every day to find him but we fear the worst; I was hoping the scribe would write for me a prayer so that I can ensure he makes it safely to the afterlife…. Even if we cannot give him a proper burial.” Atem’s face softened.

“I can help you after all,” he soothed, “I happen to be a scribe myself. I am trained in both writing and prayers.” Her face lit up.

“Will you…?” He nodded. Taking place a on the mat, he pulled out some of the supplies he had brought with him: papyrus, pen, and ink. He dipped the pen into the ink and paused, waiting for the words to come to him.

When they did, he quickly, but neatly, wrote out prayer, reciting it, “Great Anhur, god of those who hunt, we come to you now, begging for your internal mercy for the spirit of this great warrior who has severed in your name.” He stopped and asked the woman for her son’s name. Once he had it, he wrote it, continuing with, “We ask for your protection on his soul so that he may find peace everlasting.” He lifted his face once done, finding the woman no longer holding back her tears as he handed her the paper. “Will this do?”

She nodded, “Yes, it will. Thank you! Thank you!” She reached to her side where a small bag hung and she pulled from it a couple of coins, to which she pressed to him. Atem raised his hands.

“I am not….”

“Please, take them. This is all I am able to afford but for my son’s soul, I would pay far more.” He hesitated but eventually took the coins. She left. A voice hummed from behind him and he jumped up, surprised to find an elderly man, gnarled and bony, staring at him, a smile on his face. Atem bowed.

“You must be the one who owns this mat.”

“Indeed I am,” the man mused. Atem held out his hand and he likewise did the same, allowing the coins he had just received to fall there.

“I apologize for taking your spot,” he commented, “but it didn’t feel right to leave her so distraught.”

“Your writing skills are excellent,” the old man returned, “and that prayer… are you perhaps a priest?” Atem chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

“I’ve had some training in prayers, yes.” This time, he huffed.

“That much is obvious.” He paused. Turning, the old man motioned to the house behind him. “Come in boy. My wife would throw an ever loving fit if I didn’t at least invite you in for dinner. Where are you traveling to?”

Oh. He hadn’t thought that far ahead and so, shakily, he muttered out, “To- To Thebes.” To further the lie: “I go for proper priest training there.” The old man huffed again.

“You’ll find excellent training there then. Now come. It is time to eat.”

Atem found himself enjoying his time with the couple but the fear of being discovered by his father’s searches eventually got the better of him three days later. The couple begged him to stay. When the old man could no longer sit on his mat, needing to retreat inside for a break, Atem would kindly take his place, providing prayers and papers to all who needed them. He smiled gently at their begging. He could not stay; the chain of duty had begun to tighten on top of his other fear and, now no longer able to breathe, he felt the need to begin his journey once more which he did the following day with a bag now filled with food, coin, and water. He waved the whole time to the two of them until he disappeared over a large sand dune.

He walked for several more days. Quickly, as before, his food and water ran out but he was in luck as he came upon an oasis- a real one and not a mirage as the desert was sometimes funny to do. He stumbled into the grassy shade with a deep sigh. Stooping by the water’s edge, he gulped down mouth fulls of water before filling his skin once more. A rustle caught his attention. He turned, squinting into the darkness as he looked for a source of the noise, reaching for a rock at his side to defend against whatever wild animal it may be. The noise stopped. A couple of men appeared a second later, hands raised.

“Easy boy,” the largest one spoke, “We don’t mean you any harm.” Atem eyed him. He lowered the rock. The man pointed overhead. “We’ve come to stop here for the evening before heading on to Abydos in the morning. Why don’t we camp together? My friend and I have enough food for three.” Atem’s stomach rumbled at the news. He agreed.

The night time found him sitting around the fire with these two men, sharing stories of adventure and fun, and enjoying a nice meal of cooked meat and fresh water. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. Or to wake up when he felt his bag being removed from under his head. Atem jerked up. His eyes were still blurred from sleep but he could make out one of them holding it, rummaging through it. He jumped up, “Give that back!”

“Easy boy,” the large man laughed, “We’re just getting our payment for feeding you is all!” Atem lunged forward but was met by a fist from the other man. He coughed, dropping to his knees. They laughed again. Once they had removed his coin and water skin, they threw the empty bag back to him. The leader smirked, “Don’t want you following us now. Nighty-night boy.”

The last thing he saw was a fist.

The following day, Atem woke with a groan. He scrambled to his bag as his memories came flooding back to him and his face paled when he realized that it wasn’t a dream, they really had robbed him of everything. He sighed. Staggering, he left the oasis behind. For hours he traveled. His head was pounding and his stomach twisted painfully. Death seemed to seep into his bones, and like with the jaguar, he wondered if this was truly the end

Was he going to die in the desert?

What was Heba going to think? Probably that he was such a lame hero.

By that mid-afternoon, Atem found himself staggering far worse than he had been when he left the oasis but he was at least shaded by some cliffs. He licked his lips. They were dry and painfully bleeding. He stepped forward. A wave of dizziness washed over him. He tried weakly to catch himself but couldn’t, resulting in him tumbling off the edge of a cliff, into the darkness below.

#the immortal pharaoh #ygobb2018 #atem #yugi muto #puzzleshipping #yugioh dm

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friskheart000 · 7 years ago

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I’ll Try to Be Good: Solving the Alpha Enigma

Hello Internet! Welcome to Webcomic Theory (Is that too much of a ripoff? Probably), where we sift through the dark depths of Tumblr to over-analyze fan-made and original content alike. Today’s topic? Ask Frisk and Flowey, also known as I’ll Try to be Good (@illtrytobegood) by Lovely Lady Artist. It’s a fancomic that takes place after the True Pacifist ending of a video game called Undertale, and though it started off as a simple fluff ask blog, it’s now been revealed that there’s something more to this story than its apperant plot of Flowey adjusting to life on the Surface. If you haven’t read AFAF yet I highly recommend doing so, both because we’ll be covering some MAJOR spoilery topics, and just because it’s a great series. With that out of the way, grab your echo flowers and open up the ask box, because today we aim to get to the bottom of I’ll Try to Be Good.

The focus of today’s theory is figuring out what we can about the Alpha Timeline, specifically what we see in LLA’s alternate blog, @unknown-20xx. For those of you who aren’t familiar with this strange side comic, Unknown 20xx follows a group of askers left in the remnants of the Alpha Timeline, from which AFAF’s Sans and Flowey originate from. They were separated from it and brought into the AFAF timeline, which we’ll call the Beta timeline, after Flowey blew up the Core and performed a Reset. Due to the magic of an asker, they are currently (at the time of me writing this) back in the Alpha timeline again, in a time before everything went downhill, as we see in Unknown 20xx. That blog shows the timeline in a state of ruin, with only 13 of over a thousand monsters still alive. Time seems to be frozen for everything but the survivors, and magic cannot be regenerated. The entire latter half of the Underground is more or less destroyed.

So what happened? What point in time are we seeing through this side blog? My theory is that it occurs after Sans and Flowey make it back to the Beta timeline, whenever their time in Alpha ends. This would make sense with Papyrus saying that everything started going downhill right after the two left, and we know it couldn’t be after they first wind up in the Beta timeline because in that same conversation, Papyrus shows familiarity with the askers, beings he was clearly unaware of when this event began, and mentions that Flowey talked with them, with us, frequently. Flowey only started communicating with the askers a few weeks after he came to the Surface, when Frisk invited us. There would be no way for him to communicate with us beforehand, securing this place in the timeline to be after Sans and Flowey leave and things start going bad.

“But FriskHeart!” I hear you say. “Unknown said that they had just gotten back from terrorizing Flowey in his nightmares while they were walking through an empty Snowdin! And Papyrus’ letter got delivered to Sans before they even arrived there!” The answer is simpler than you give it credit for. It’s just time travel. The Unknown went into the past, which was the present for us askers, to torment Flowey, and we sent a letter into the past, which, again, was our present. We’re seeing two different timelines at two different periods of time. This fact is going to be extremely helpful for figuring out what’s going to happen in AFAF, but first we need to understand things here, so let’s move on.

Okay, so we know this blog’s basic place in the timeline. It occurs after this event ends and our heroes (?) return to Beta. This would explain in part why Unknown said that what we were seeing was the consequences of our actions. We had nothing to do with the Alpha Timeline until now, when we pulled this stunt to bring Sans and Flowey back. Let’s move on to the next major enigma: the messages in the Echo Flowers.

While walking through Waterfall with Unknown we hear a string of messages in the Echo Flowers as we go. The earlier messages say things like “Chara, where are you? Chara?” and “I know. You’d never hurt me Chara... I trust you.” As the askers walked farther, the messages grew more unsettling. “Where are we going?” “Chara, I’m scared... I don’t know if it’s a good idea to-” The voices end with “Chara, what are you doing...?” “Chara, s-stop!” “Chara, p-please, don’t you re-” “It’s me, As-” before being cut off with a scream. There’s only one message left, from a different speaker, who seems to be crying. “Asriel, why won’t you try to defend yourself from me?”

Okay, that’s a lot to take in. The first speaker is clearly Asriel, who’s being led off by the final speaker, Chara, who seems to kill him for some reason? Oooookay then. That’s...odd. So what exactly is going on here? Well, there’s not much we can go off of right now, but we do have some clues that could point us in the right direction. First, it’s important to mention that this is NOT a recounting of when Chara and Asriel first died. Flowey has confirmed that in the Alpha Timeline things basically went he same way as before up to a point, meaning that the buttercup incident still happened, and Asriel died in the throne room, not in Waterfall. Also, the chances of the Echo Flowers retaining those voices for so long seems pretty unlikely. But if it’s not that first time when they died, when is it? The only place in the timeline that would make sense would be some time while Sans and Flowey are in Alpha, but that couldn’t be possible...right? And yet, there’s nowhere else for it to fit. If it had taken place before, then Flowey wouldn’t have been waiting for Chara to wake up, because they already would have, and it couldn’t take place after because he wouldn’t be there. He’d be back in Beta. So...it would seem like it has to take place some time before Sans and Flowey return to the Beta timeline.

So what does that mean for the story? A LOT. If this is true, that means that Chara would have to return in some form (most likely in a ghost form or something similar, as we see that their grave is undisturbed) and be made to try and kill their brother, even though they don’t seem to want to. This would also mean that Flowey would likely...become Asriel again?! There’s no way! Right? And yet, that would be the only thing to make sense. The Echo Flowers clearly repeat Asriel’s voice, not Flowey’s, and while Flowey can change his voice and has before, he doesn’t seem to find the need to to so in front of Chara. In the M!A event “Another Omegaful Life”, one of the askers brings back Chara and Flowey retains his typical yellow text for the most part. He’s actually used his Asriel voice with SANS more than he has Chara. How exactly he would turn back is hard to say, as he’s only been able to do so one time during the M!A “A Soul For Flowey”, when an asker gave him their soul. This is not a great source for what it would take to help him become Asriel again as we have no idea how powerful an asker soul is compared to a monster or human soul, and the event was mainly powered by the strength of M!A anyway. However, if the Echo Flowers are at all reliable, him turning back via sciencey stuff, M!A, or something else seems to be the most logical option. And all of this may very well occur when he and Sans are in the Alpha Timeline, as they are right now.

It’s also important to try and answer the question of whether or not Asriel actually died. The final page with his voice in the Echo Flowers is tagged as “death mention”, yet Chara says “Why DON’T you try to defend yourself from me?” The use of the word don’t instead of didn’t, as well as the the fact that Sans and Flowey will make it back to Beta alive (hopefully), suggests that Chara didn’t kill Asriel. “But what about Unknown saying that Asriel was ‘sleeping’?” I hear you protest. Yes, that could mean that he died, but it could also have to do with Flowey currently sleeping at the time, over in the Beta timeline, and be purposefully meant to mislead us. It does have a darker implication to it, but that isn’t necessarily enough to be considered proof.

After Sans and Flowey return to Beta, things get pretty self-explanatory. The Core, along with Hotland and New Home, get destroyed and all but about 13 monsters die. Thanks to the time-space shenanigans going on, the entire world save for the survivors remains frozen in time. Plants don’t grow and lost magic can’t be regenerated. Since the Echo Flowers are now frozen in time, they repeat the same messages over and over throughout the Underground. Papyrus becomes a scavenger for the survivors, Alphys tries to use her science knowledge to help in any way that she can, and Toriel nears falling down. The askers manage to heal her before taken out by two figures, who seem to be...Sans and Flowey? Okay, what’s going on there?

First off, we can confirm that these two are NOT the Sans and Flowey we’ve come to know and tolerate. This Sans has an eye injury and a different outfit, and the Flowey has red eyes. The Flowey we know (who I’ll refer to as Alpha Flowey) has never had those bright red eyes, especially when paired with the smiling expression. This alternate Flowey bears a much closer resemblance to the smiling red-eyed flower Alpha Flowey saw when he was having a panic attack while having tea with Toriel and Papyrus. The have the same smile and red eyes. Beyond that, the two are tagged at the bottom of the post as Beta Sans and Beta Flowey.

It’s hard to say exactly who these two are, but my best guess is that they’re the Sans and Flowey from the Beta timeline, the ones replaced by Alpha Sans and Flowey. The Alpha pair seems to believe that the Beta pair just ceased to exist and they took their place, but they’ve been wrong before. And with the name similarities, it would definitely fit.

Now we only have one major question remaining, one I’m not sure of myself. Who is Unknown? Are they the personification of “the anomaly”? Or are they something else entirely? I’m eager to hear any fellow theorists’ thoughts on the subject as we figure out what to do next.

In the meantime, remember, that’s just a theory! A Webcomic Theory! And I really need to change this thing’s name!

#illtrytobegood #unkown-20xx #lovelyladyartist #theory #alpha timeline #undertale #ask frisk and flowey

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crimsonfantrash-blog · 7 years ago

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Don’t Forget - Sans x Gaster (Human AU)

Chapter Seven - Awkward Respite

Trigger warning; alcohol use, very brief, glossed over mention of depression and child abuse.

His vision was cloudy as he opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust himself. Groggily, Sans sat up, a sudden pain in his side drawing a sharp breath out of him. He was in the living room. Weird... He didn't remember falling asleep.

Further investigation of his surroundings brought the seven foot tall man sprawled across his living room floor, a few blankets and pillows around him, and an open first aid kit open by the couch. He couldn't see Papyrus, nor could he hear him; that was unlike his brother, but then again, Sans had no idea how long he himself had been out. Papyrus could have already been asleep.

Glancing to the arm of the couch, Sans saw a piece of paper with sloppy handwriting on it. He rubbed his eyes before picking the note up and reading it.

Sans,

If I'm asleep by the time you wake up and read this, please ease your mind in knowing that you have the rest of the week off, as do I. I made dinner for Papyrus and read him a book, so he's sound asleep upstairs as well. I patched your wound up, and got you a few blankets and pillows because your couch is an absolute sore to sleep on, I absolutely cannot understand how you can sleep on that thing. Even your floor is more comfortable.

Sincerely, Gaster

Sans rubbed his tired eyes once more. Rest of the week off? He hoped he was still going to get paid... It wasn't exactly easy to have someone break into your house, fatally injure you, and then deny medical care from professionals because you can't afford it, and your pride would have gotten in the way, even if you could. That was hard work, and Sans felt he deserved to be compensated for his troubles.

Still, he couldn't shake the feeling the note had given him. Almost a weird sense of... Security? Gaster didn't seem like the type to leave someone when they need help. The smaller male was used to just sucking it up and getting over things like this on his own for the sake of his brother. Papyrus shouldn't have to know about hardship or suffering, so Sans would often put up a front and soldiered through even the worst pain to make sure his brother would never know about suffering. With Gaster as a friend, medical care seemed to be a phone call away, and Papyrus could still continue to be oblivious...

Come to think of it, it wasn't just the note that had given him that strange sense of safety. Gaster himself was radiating with it. Sans frowned. Ah, there had to be a word for how he felt towards Gaster... He had been feeling weird around the guy ever since Sunday.

When he thought about it, Sans had always had a bit of a crush on the Royal Scientist. A celebrity crush, if you will. He'd seen newspaper clippings all around the shop in Snowdin and Grillby's whenever he'd go to those places with pictures of Gaster and his newest creations. When he went in for the job, he was almost certain he'd gotten over it, but now it felt like it was creeping back up on him... And a bit stronger this time, too, now that he actually knew him.

He huffed, blowing hair out of his face. Just great. He was falling for his employer, and it was hitting him faster than a ton of bricks. Could it even be considered a celebrity crush, now that they were friends? He didn't know, but what he did know was he had to stop himself from falling for Gaster even further, if he was gonna protect himself from probable rejection.

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The artificial sunlight, that was made from magical energy of course, as that was how all the weather down here was made, shone in through the windows as Gaster awoke. Yes, the floor was definitely more comfortable than the couch. Speaking of the couch, his first instinct was of course to look over at the couch, where Sans lay sleeping. The fact that the other had propped his bad leg up, and swallowed himself in the pillows and blankets Gaster had so graciously pulled out of the closet in his room, told the scientist Sans had woken up in between now and when he had fallen asleep, and had decided to go back to sleep upon noticing everyone else was out.

Gaster stood, stretching. Jeez, Asgore hadn't been kidding about the increase crime rate in Snowdin, huh? What were the chances that crime rate rate would be up in the town Sans lived in? What was even more mind boggling was the fact that the trespasser had been so violent, too. He feared to know what would have happened to Papyrus had Sans not been late.

The scientist figured Papyrus would most likely sleep in today, unlike Sunday when he'd been up bright and early. The young boy had been up until about one in the morning worrying about Sans until Gaster had finally managed to put him to bed. It was sweet that Papyrus had been concerned for his older brother like that, but the scientist had wanted nothing more than to get the day over with at that point.

His gaze rested on the bottle of whiskey on the table. A man by the name of Grillby, as far as he could remember, had brought it by for Sans. Gaster figured he owned the place called 'Grillby's' just down the road from Sans' house. The ginger male had looked in the doorway and seen Sans asleep on the couch as Papyrus had stuck his head into the conversation. He'd called the man Grillby, which was the only reason Gaster knew his name. Grillby had given Gaster the bottle to give to Sans.

He frowned. Sans had just turned eighteen. Yes, that was the legal drinking age in most places Underground, save for New Home, but an entire bottle of whiskey? Seemed weird to give someone who was barely an adult that much alcohol at once. Especially someone so... Short in stature like Sans. He shook the thought from his head. It wasn't his business.

Sans stirred awake on the couch, and Gaster looked over as the smaller male made eye contact. He quickly averted his friend's gaze. "You're awake."

Sans nodded, rubbing his eyes. "Um... Thank you."

The scientist felt his cheeks heat up, and he couldn't tell why. "What for...?" He asked.

"Taking care of me. No one's ever done that for me. I've always had to patch myself up..."

"Your wounds were very severe. I don't think you could have patched yourself up. Plus, I'm very good with healing magic, and I never get to use it, anyways." He replied. He picked his glasses up, putting them on.

"Well, then, thanks for saving my life." Sans added sheepishly.

"It was honestly nothing."

The smaller male looked around before noticing the bottle of alcohol on the table. Oh? What's this? "What's with the alcohol?"

"A man brought it for you. Said he'd seen the commotion with the guards and the medics over here, and heard you'd been injured. He had red hair, kind of curly, glasses, amber eyes. Nice looking guy." Gaster answered.

"That's Grillbz. Figures he'd bring that." Sans said. "He knows it's my favourite."

Gaster raised an eyebrow as Sans sat up, reaching for the bottle. "You're going to drink this early?"

Sans shook his head. "I'm gonna smell it. I don't drink until after three."

"You've only been old enough to drink for a few months. How do you already have a favourite drink?"

Sans stopped messing with the lid on the bottle for a moment as he looked at Gaster. "Oh, uh, I've been drinking since I was, like, fourteen."

Of course, this slightly took Gaster by surprise; but on the other hand, Sans did look like the type, so the initial shock had left as soon as it had come. It was a thought that had barely lasted a moment, if that. "I've been drinking since I was sixteen."

"I kinda figured." Sans said with a shrug. Gaster couldn't find it within him to get annoyed at the other male for saying that, he probably looked like the type, too. The smaller male struggled with the lid for a bit longer until the bottle finally opened, and he took a whiff.

"Why on Earth are you smelling it?" Gaster asked. If he was honest, Sans looked ridiculous with the mouth of the bottle up to his nose. The other gave him a look of confusion before shrugging again.

"I just like how it smells." He said. "We should drink this later. You want to?"

The scientist tugged on his sleeve. "I've never really drank whiskey." He said. "I usually stick to... Weird, expensive stuff that Asgore usually gives me."

"C'mon, it'll be fun." Sans insisted. "Besides, alcohol loosens people up, and you're always so stiff." He added with a grin. Gaster frowned.

"Oh, yeah? Well... You're awkward and quiet." He replied. That was the best he could come up with.

"Not after a few shots of this, I ain't."

Gaster shook his head. What was he getting himself into? "Okay, fine."

"Nice. I'll send Pap to Undyne's. He can just go to school tomorrow." Sans said. He sat back on the couch, seemingly relaxed as Gaster started bracing himself for what would happen later on tonight.

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As the door closed behind Undyne and Papyrus, Gaster gave himself one last mental pep talk as Sans limped his way into the kitchen (even after Gaster had insisted he stay sat so that he didn't irritate the injury more) and brought out two shot glasses. Or, rather, two double shot glasses. Fun. It didn't help that it was a rather big bottle already, now they were going to drink double shots.

They sat on the floor, and Sans set one of the glasses in front of him as he poured a bit of the whiskey into his and Gaster's glass, capping the bottle afterwards. "Warning you now, this stuff burns."

"I'm not really prepared." Gaster replied honestly. Sans picked his glass up, and Gaster followed after him.

"Cheers." Sans said, knocking the glass back and taking it all in one go. Jesus fucking Christ, this was gonna be one hell of a hangover tomorrow. Hesitantly, Gaster knocked his shot back as well, almost coughing it up at the sudden burn in his throat. He powered through the shot, however, and then coughed when the burn didn't go away.

"That's... That's something else." He rubbed his throat. The taste of it wasn't bad, and he didn't necessarily hate it, but if it had been his pick, they'd be drinking something milder. Still, the burn would become more tolerable as the night went on. It'd come back to haunt them tomorrow.

Sans didn't seem phased at all, and honestly looked quite content. "What's your favourite colour?"

The scientist blinked. Right, small talk. That was a thing still. "I've never really had a favourite. I suppose if I had to choose, it'd be... Blue. Something close to your eye colour."

"Mine is orange." Sans replied. "The shade of my bro's eyes, and fire. Of a brave soul. It reminds me of warmth."

Gaster nodded a little. "Blue reminds me of water. Tranquility. The echo flowers in Waterfall. There aren't a lot of colours in New Home, and even less echo flowers."

Everything in him still screamed to stop opening up about such personal thoughts, but Gaster found it hard to keep himself quiet around Sans for whatever damn reason, curse the younger male for being able to make him open up like this. Emotions weren't his strong suit. "Once, me and Pap went on a picnic in Waterfall. I told bad jokes and the echo flowers kept repeating 'em. He hated it." Sans chuckled. "It was hilarious."

Gaster smiled a bit, swishing the bit of liquid at the bottom of his glass around. "My brothers and I used to confuse people with echo flowers. Our voices were so similar that no one could tell the difference. Not even our, um... Parents."

"That sounds like it was fun." Sans said.

"It was." Gaster replied. He sighed. "We tried our best to have fun, despite not having much. Berlin was entertained by anything. He used to chase butterflies around, and draw in the dirt with his fingers. He'd always come home covered in mud."

"What about your other brother?"

"Kozuka always complained about being bored. He had a really old gameboy that fell into the trash. He traded baseball cards for video game cartridges with his classmates. One year, for our birthday, I gave him a game that I found in the dump. He looked really happy." Gaster hummed. "Then, she found out about it, and smashed it into a million pieces right in front of him..."

Sans poured another round for both of them, and Gaster knocked it back without thinking. It didn't bother him as much this time. "Who's the 'she'?"

"Doesn't matter." Gaster said. He looked at Sans, who was knocking back his shot.

"One year, for Pap's birthday, I gave him a stuffed bear. He still has it." He looked around the room before trying to think of another question.

About two shots later, the whiskey was definitely starting to kick in. Instead of knocking the fourth one back, Gaster sipped it carefully, almost fearing the stinging sensation that had come with each shot so far. Not Sans, he knew what he was doing, and was used to it by now. Gaster sighed. "This is some really strong stuff."

"It gets the job done quickly." Sans replied dully. "Don't people usually play dumb games when they're drinking?"

"College kids and underage teens, maybe." Gaster said. He swished the liquid around his glass.

Sans shrugged. "We're around the age of college kids."

"I know a few games. The King and I used to play stupid games while taking shots of Scotch." The scientist looked at his friend. "Do you know how to play 'Never Have I Ever'?"

Sans nodded. "We play that all the time at Grillby's. I don't usually join in, but I've watched everyone else play."

Gaster fixed his posture, sitting up straight. "Do you wanna play that?"

Sans shrugged. "Sure. Should I go first, or you?"

"You first."

Sans nodded a little, thinking. "Never have I ever gotten past ten shots of tequila."

"I've never even drank tequila." Gaster said. Sans poured the scientist another shot.

"Let's hope we can get past ten shots of this, then." He poured himself a shot as well. They both knocked the glass back. Gaster coughed a bit into his elbow. Still strong.

"Alright, my turn, then." He said. "Never have I ever stolen anything."

"I used to think about it from time to time, but I never actually gathered the courage to do something like that." Sans said sheepishly. He poured them both another shot.

"Why did you think about doing it?" Gaster asked curiously.

"Not enough money." Sans shrugged. "It was either steal, or starve. I went to bed hungry a lot as a kid. I always made sure Papyrus had food, but sometimes, there just wasn't enough for me."

Gaster felt a pang of empathy in his chest. He nodded in understanding. "It's your turn." He said after they'd taken their shots, and the room had gone silent.

Sans looked thoughtful for a moment as he shifted his bad leg into a more comfortable position. "Never have I ever kissed anyone." He said quietly.

"Never?"

"Not unless ya count goodnight kisses on the forehead with Pap." Sans replied. "I've never even been in a relationship. Never had the time to look for anyone. Not that I would have found anyone, anyways."

Gaster rubbed the back of his neck. "I was with someone when I was around fifteen, but I never really... Let him do anything." He looked at Sans, who looked a bit shocked.

"You never really struck me as gay."

"I'm not." Gaster said. "I'm bisexual. Guys and girls." He was silent for a moment. "Mostly guys."

"I'm experimenting." Sans said. "I mean, not actively, cuz I've never been with anyone of any gender, but... I think I'm bi." He shrugged. "It's all really confusing. I probably would have figured it out by now if I had let myself think about it sooner, but..." He trailed off. He brought himself back to reality, pouring them both another shot.

"But...?" Gaster asked.

"But it's not like it would have mattered, anyways. Not a lot of people in Snowdin around my age, most of them were straight guys, or gay girls, and even if there were anyone who would have been available, they wouldn't have wanted me, because I was the weirdo orphan." He picked up the shot glass and knocked it back.

Gaster hesitated before doing the same. It was his turn. He couldn't take his mind off what Sans had just said... "Never have I ever... Worn women's clothes."

Sans looked away a bit. "Uh, about that..."

"Sans, don't tell me you wear women's clothes, please." Gaster facepalmed.

"I've got like three dresses in my closet. They make me feel more confident..." He rubbed his arm. "I also have a dumb little makeup kit that Undyne gave me. She found it at the dump. I'm not really all that good at doing makeup."

Gaster sighed, shaking his head as he poured himself a shot. "You're ridiculous, but at least that explains the female uniform question you asked..." He smiled a little.

"Never have I ever watched porn." Sans said as Gaster took his shot. The scientist poured him and Sans another shot immediately.

"I swear you're trying to get drunk at this point." Gaster said.

"You've been slurring your words for like, five minutes now. I think it's working." Sans chuckled. He knocked his shot back, as did Gaster. "Besides, you're twenty three. People have usually watched porn at least once by the time they turn that age."

"I never really needed porn, if I'm honest." Gaster said. "You definitely look like someone who watches porn aaaallll the time."

"Do I really?" Sans asked playfully.

"Mmhm." Gaster answered. "Never have I ever jerked off."

"Welp, looks like you're the only one drinking this round."Sans said. Gaster laughed a bit, pouring himself another shot. The bottle still wasn't anywhere near empty. Sans looked thoughtful and was suddenly quiet. He was fixing his hair in a way that covered his face a bit more, and concerned Gaster at the same time.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sans said quietly. "Alcohol is, uh. It's a depressant. I'll be fine. It's just the drink talking."

Gaster sat his glass down and watched his coworker basically curl up on himself, making him look smaller than usual in an alarming way. He remembered the marks he'd seen on the other's arms, and his own wrists began to itch. He put a hand on Sans' shoulder. "You don't look okay..." He said.

"Just the whiskey, I'm fine." Sans insisted. "I don't usually get like this, I'm sorry." A few moments passed before Sans sat normally again, wiping his face with his sleeve. "I'm fine. Let's keep playing. Whose turn is it?"

"It's your turn." Gaster replied hesitantly. The game continued until the bottle was a little more than half empty, and then they both decided to call it a night; especially since when Gaster stood to go to the bathroom, he almost fell back onto his ass again. It was safe to say they were both hammered.

When the scientist finally safely stumbled his way back down the stairs, he found Sans fast asleep on the floor, the shot glass still in hand, and the bottle sitting on the coffee table next to a rick covered in sprinkles. He took the glass and put it next to the bottle, along with the other glass, then laid next to the smaller male, and passed out within moments.

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Groggy purple eyes fluttered open at the first light of day, craning his neck to see the artificial daylight outside before his surroundings made themself known to him. He slowly looked down to the smaller figure curled next to him as his face flushed pink. Somehow, Sans had managed to cuddle up to him at some point during the night. His head throbbed, his throat was sore, and now his face was hot. Great way to start the day.

When the scientist tried to move without disturbing his friend, the other stirred a little, turning onto his other side and mumbling something unintelligible before settling again, just as silent as before. Gaster stood there, trying to comprehend what had just happened, which just made his headache worse. It grew even more painful when he tried to think about why he even cared in the first place.

He sat on the couch, leaning back and closing his eyes as he waited for the hangover to go away.

#sans #sanster #sans x gaster #gaster x sans #gaster #Don't Forget

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bublp0pr · 8 years ago

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Soul Theory abridged (+ my theories)

So a bit ago I wanted to make this post about Chara and Asriel but i realised i kept having to explain myself when i talk about the nature of souls. It’s so damn annoying to try and explain every time so i figured i should compile my understanding of the game’s pseudoscience on the matter (as well as throw in theories that i operate under). Took me a bit to get it all out but i think it’s worth it (i’m such a nerd).

I tried to be impartial but i am stating my own theories at points so don’t treat everything as fact. I try to state when i’m just coming up with my own opinion though.

I couldn’t help but start a lot of personal notes (using ~italics~) and tangents along the way, sorry (I put headers before and after them so you can skip though, don’t worry :P) .

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Let’s start with the basics. The soul is the very culmination of one’s being. There are 2 known types of general souls: human and monster. There is also a subclass of monster soul known as a boss monster which acts differently to normal monster souls (more on that later).

Stats

A soul has the core statistic of ‘HP’ which defines its original and current state of health relative to how many hit points it could take before the soul will be destroyed. For example, a monster with A/B HP: this indicates their soul is originally capable of receiving B hit points of damage (the number to the right of the slash) and in their current state they can receive A more hit points before they die (the number to the left of the slash).

Some speculate that HP is short for HOPE.

Monster food, rest, DREAMS and “being filled with determination” are all the ways the game mentions to ‘recover’ HP, or in other words raise the statistic’s current value. With one exception, all forms of increasing HP cannot raise a current statistic above it’s original value, making this the soul’s normal limit. Rest however has the unique ability of raising the current value above this limit.

A soul can increase its original (i.e. maximum) HP by gaining ‘LV’.

LV (plus AT and DF)

Also known as ‘LOVE’, LV is short for level of violence. The normal soul begins with an LV of 1, as any being is in some way capable of committing violence, regardless of their disposition towards it. LV affects the nature of how ‘easily’ a soul is able to defend itself against others and hurt those around them. To me, this implies that a minimum quantity of this statistic is necessary for a soul’s basic survival because it regulates all defensive and offensive function.

~This sounds like weird stuff to be specific about but trust me, I’ve read comics where Frisk has had ZERO LV. Firstly: check the menu at the start of the game!! Second: I mean, come on! Come ON! Seriously? The character who 50% of the time agrees to go along with Chara’s plan has 0 LV to start?? If you had 0 LV you wouldn’t survive your first fight.You would also be incapable of gaining LV in the first place as you would find killing fundamentally impossible. But hey that’s only my interpretation. ~

Numerically, LV increases a person’s statistic values of DF and AT (which reflect that ‘easiness’ to defend and hurt). DF reduces the hit points a soul will receive from attack. AT raises the amount of hit points a soul’s attack can potentially deal. I won’t go further into these however because there isn’t much linking them to the soul.

~ohh i’m tempted to start an extensive tangent [foreshadowing my bad habit...] about what i think DT and AT are really linked to... but that’s not relevant to this bc it’s not about the soul so i’ll just drop it.~

EXP

LV is increased by obtaining ‘EXP’ through the act of killing other souls. EXP stands for execution points. A set amount of EXP is required for each increase in LV, with a larger amount needed for every transition. I like to think this is suggestive of how the more you commit violence, the more desensitised you become to the basic acts; only actions severe relative to your current stance or something you still find to be a large mass count of simple murder can trigger the rise.

The game doesn’t specifically state what variables go into determining how much EXP a kill will result in. From what i can tell based on the game: the strength of emotional attachment, overall difficulty of the battle and brutality/mercilessness in how you kill them all factor in, but this is purely personal opinion.

EXP and LV remain permanent irreversible values within a run that cannot be decreased- only increased.

There is an instance of losing an ‘experience point’ when attacking Naptsablook (whose intangible body makes the action redundant and even counter-intuitive) however note that EXP represent execution points not experience points making this situation meaningless. ~(thanks nochocolate for the blog post about it that cleared things up for me. Almost started a long theory tangent about the loss of EXP without realising the deliberate difference lol. http://nochocolate.tumblr.com/post/152125281314/if-you-tried-to-kill-napstablook-which-is ) ~

No amount of good deeds can remove LOVE gained. However, altercations to the timeline can reverse LV and EXP. This means that these qualities are not transferable with the restoration of the soul on loading/resetting a timeline. Similarly, AT, DF and HP are reset to their previous state when reloading (though, because accessing a save point restores your health before even offering to use determination to SAVE, some consider HP not to be set to its previous state but simply fully restored).

Death and persisting

When a normal monster soul loses all HP, it shatters, causing the monster to die.

Human souls and boss monster souls however can “persist after death”. The exact implications of this are unknown, however evidence indicates that it involves the soul continuing to exist after the body is destroyed (consider Asgore and the 6 human souls).

Irrelevant Non-Canon Theory Tangent Time! ( I will eventually go back to the main point, i promise... or you can just skip this lol)

This being said, when Frisk loses all their HP in the game, their soul breaks in two before shattering into infinitely small pieces that scatter off screen.

Now, their soul is exposed during battle in a way that monster souls aren’t. When Frisk uses FIGHT, they are damaging the monster’s body. After the body becomes dust, the soul then shatters killing the monster. But when a monster attacks the human, their magic is targeting Frisk’s soul, “the very culmination of [their] being”, rather than simply their body. This explains how HP can be lowered as simply a stat without affecting Frisk’s actual physical condition (like breaking their legs or leaving bruises etc.) and how Frisk is able to survive the conditions from attacks that would normally kill someone (bombs, intense heat etc.) What this means however is that a monster damages their actual soul in battle, meaning that by trying to kill them they are destroying the soul.

This does not make sense. The soul of course needs to remain intact for Asgore to use it and break the barrier. The only contradiction to this is Papyrus, who instead captures you when you reach 1 HP. But it is established that Papyrus misunderstands the general objective of monsters attacking humans, so this is not done deliberately to maintain the soul for Asgore. Even Asgore himself, when fighting you to collect your soul, triggers a shatter scenario when he defeats you.

All of this leads me to think that when a monster brings a human’s HP to 0, this is not expected to destroy the soul. That can mean one of three things: A) Frisk’s soul works differently to what the monsters are familiar with, B) The soul is supposed shatter and the pieces are collected because that’s how human souls ‘persist’, or C) Something is destroying their soul other than the monster after their HP drops.

Possibility B is irregular though, because this is not how Asgore’s soul ‘persists’ when you defeat him. For a brief period, the soul remains intact, hovering over the space Asgore previously filled. Note that this time period is longer than any of Frisk’s pauses after they lose all HP. After Flowey attacks the boss monster soul, it too shatters in the same way as Frisk’s and the game treats it as though his soul is now unrecoverable after this action. As humans and boss monsters are both described as having souls that last without bodies using the same term (persist) it would make sense that they function in the same way so possibility B is unlikely in my opinion.

My theory is that Frisk refuses to ‘persist’ in order to return to their save point. In other words, they need to place themselves on the brink of death to reload. An interesting case to correlate this is Flowey, when describing his first experience with resetting. Not wanting to live in a world without love, he chose to kill himself. It wasn’t until he was “leaving this mortal coil” that he began to refuse to die, using his determination to reload the world. Note that ‘refusing to die’ created a paradox where the soul itself had already been allowed to die because Flowey chose to, but determination made this option impossible. This contradiction may be the source of why time is affected to resolve the issue - ‘reloading’ to a point that had similar levels of determination but with a not-destroyed soul.

~but i don’t know a damn about quantum mechanics or what sort of impact determination has on it. So... yeah, the paradox thing might be overboard~

Another reason possibility C could be the case is because Frisk is aware of what happens if a monster catches them. Toriel explains to them in the Ruins about why monsters want to attack them, so it is reasonable to assume they may think this when they die. Using their determination, they refuse to allow monsters to contain their soul and instead shatter it and reload.

Tangent in a Tangent(???) The six souls

I think it is important to highlight the six already contained souls when considering this argument. Recalling possibility A, obviously how these 6 souls interacted with the monsters lead them to believe that depleting their HP still allowed them to collect the soul.

Not much information is given into the specifics of how each ended up in containers, whether Asgore killed each of them or if some were defeated by other monsters before they could get to this point. It is also not known if all the humans could reset.

Like I discussed in a previous post, Toriel mentions having the feeling when meeting all of the humans, she has the feeling they are “already old friends” (implying it isn’t the first timeline they encountered her. Note this is only mentioned after Frisk themself have also encountered her twice) and Asgore nods sadly when you tell him he has already killed you multiple times (suggesting he may be familiar with this from at least one of the previous humans). These pieces of evidence lead me to the conclusions that Asgore personally killed at least one of the humans and that all six had some semblance of determination allowing them to reset.

Why they eventually became captured despite this (again, like i said in a previous post) may be linked (in my opinion) to either a loss of their desire (and therefore determination) to continue - survival seeming impossible or their determination to return home waning - or a deliberate choice to sacrifice themselves for the cause of monsters.

*bringing tangent of tangent back to topic of original tangent now

This idea attributes more understanding into the nature of how determination and reloading works. That the humans had choice in whether to use their determination or could eventually lose that power makes the idea of Frisk also deciding what happens to their soul after defeat sound sensible.

It is also possible that Frisk’s soul shattering could suggest Chara’s intervention. It is of course Chara’s memories of Asgore insisting they remain determined that echo within the reload screen after Frisk dies so there may some sort of link there. The relationship of control between Chara and Frisk however is wholly unspecified for most of the game however so this speculation cannot be conclusive.

~This one webcomic called ‘The Thought’ by TratserEnoyreve has a scene that shows this idea about choosing death and Chara being involved pretty well here : http://tratserenoyreve.deviantart.com/art/The-Thought-45-597910634 (it was cool and inspired some of my idea so i wanted to show it :D )~

* End of Tangent * (finally)

Persisting does not specify if the soul will continue to exist forever unless destroyed or if there is a small period to use the soul before it eventually dies like others.

Boss monsters won’t die of natural causes unless they have children, that is not to say they’re immortal though because we know they can be killed (Asgore, Asriel and Toriel are/can be killed). The rest of soul types, humans and normal monsters, are also mortal and can be damaged and killed.

Composition of the soul

Monster souls are said to be made of love, hope and compassion. Human souls, as far as monsters observe, do not require these to survive and so their composition is not known. Alphys does learn however that human souls possess determination, which she concludes is what allows human souls to persist after death.

~I want to point out that Alphys harvested determination from the existing human souls, so all human souls have determination - NOT JUST FRISK! Siggghhh the amount of people that assume Frisk is the only human to possess it...nm. I’ll save the rant for later.~

A common theory among fans is that the qualities of Determination, Bravery, Justice, Kindness, Patience, Integrity and Perseverance (associated with the colours red, orange, yellow, green, aqua, blue and purple respectively) are what can/do compose human souls. Some fan theories go so far as to suggest one particular one particular trait manifests itself in each person, as the six human souls appeared to demonstrate qualities associated to one of these each.

~Now, i don’t really like going into all that jazz, especially since it’s all based on just the colour of their souls and a snowball mini golf game of Ball. So that’s all i’m going to say about those.~

Unnecessary Theory Tangent Time again! (I’m basically done this section so feel free to skip)

There is one thing about what makes up souls that i tend to theorise about that i haven’t mentioned yet...

Think about Flowey. He possess two things that that gave him life: determination and Asriel’s essence. Now, I’m not using that term lightly. We all probably understand at this point that when Asriel turned to dust - the seeds of the flowers Chara wanted their dead body to be buried with (before they were attacked) dragged back across the barrier with him - his dust became spread across the flower seeds that then grew like in normal monster funerary practices. And we know that the flowers eventually received injections of determination from Alphys awakening the essence of Asriel left there because of this dusting. See, I said the word again! Essence is mentioned specifically from the book in the Library, where we learn about monster funerals:

“When monsters get old and kick the bucket, they turn into dust. At funerals, we take that dust and spread it on that person’s favourite thing. Then their essence will live on in that thing”

Obviously at this point their soul (which is described as the culmination of their being) is destroyed. So what exactly is the difference between a monster’s essence and the culmination of their self?

I’ll be honest. I don’t know myself. In a lot of fan fiction and art I’ve encountered, the term ‘essence’ becomes lost in story and they suggest that Flowey has Asriel’s memories brought to life by determination. Some say that means Flowey is simply a husk of Asriel, like an imperfect replica missing a soul that replaces someone long dead. Others say that Asriel’s consciousness is that essence or memory, and Flowey is in fact truly the original Asriel. Either way, what really fascinates me are the ideas of memory or consciousness being that essence we’re talking about.

These properties sound like the kind of things that come from the soul rather than the body... so what could that mean?

Well, option number one: it’s not linked to the soul. Perhaps this essence is intertwined with their magic (i’m going to be talking about monster bodies a little later), which means it would have to go somewhere when the body turns to dust. Voilà, you have the essence existing inside the favourite thing. I wonder if there needs to be some emotional connection to the object for the essence to be able to make a new connection, otherwise the essence would simply exist in the location they became dust rather than what their loved ones intended.

Option number 2: it is a part of the soul, possibly the shattered pieces or some part of it that becomes dust when it’s destroyed. This then has a similar effect as option 1.

Option number 3: perhaps a monster’s ‘essence’ is neither of these things. What if monster essence is their form of an intangible afterlife. Consider that Chara, like Flowey, was awakened when exposed to a large stimuli of determination. Unlike Flowey, we have no idea how Chara functions. Most consider them to be a lingering memory that now happens to reside in Frisk. Perhaps determination’s residual effects, when powerful enough, draw other beings back from the dead if they can find a host. But this is unlikely.

Relationship with body

A soul establishes an inseparable relationship with a body. This doesn’t mean that the soul must be physically attached, but a body cannot be sentient or function without connection to at least some of the elements of a soul.

Monster bodies

For monsters, their bodies are composed of magic manipulated by the soul. Though this is a broad statement. Ghosts, for example, are fundamentally under this same definition as much as skeletons however there are obvious differences in how this magic manifests.

The physical forms taken by monsters are surprisingly diverse. To name a few: beings made entirely of fire that they can choose not to let burn things, bones composed of and held together by magic that can twist their skulls shape to make expressions, incorporeal expressions of non-tangible magic, inanimate objects possessed by magic to complete corporeal beings... all mixed in with the more normal forms of anatomy that we’d place somewhere between animal and humanoid. All these forms however are made purely of magic sourced directly from their soul.

Because a monster’s body is directly connected their soul in this way, attacks to a monster damage not their form but their soul - which is why attacks affect simply the statistic of HP rather than their physical body.

An exception to this rule is Mettaton, whose body shows sign of physical damage with the loss of limbs when you attack their soul. Though, i feel i should point out that Mettaton is made of both “metal and magic” (as included in the quiz) so parts of him are non-magic, purely physical.

Monsters food is designed to be converted to energy instantaneously on consumption, implying most monsters don’t have a need for digestive systems. Though a monster in Grillby’s does say he intends to try human food on the surface so it is likely that some forms are still capable of it.

Because of this direct connection between the soul and magic necessary for control of a body, all monsters can use some form of magic. It also makes their bodies more attuned to the disposition of the soul - which lets their battle statistics become dependent on their emotional state towards a fight. “If a monster doesn’t want to fight, it’s defenses will weaken. And the crueller the intentions of our enemies, the more their attacks will hurt us.” according to a book from the library.

Regardless of the form of a monster, with their body’s destruction the form shatters apart into s similar dust. There are notable instances from main characters in the game who are able to remain intact after losing their HP to deliver final words before eventually shattering, showing actual injuries such as cuts and losing their head. However most monsters simply just go paralysed for a second, shock on their face, and then shatter.

Human bodies

Unlike monsters, human bodies are composed mostly of water. I assume we all know what a human body is, it represents the actual things we have in real life. Human bodies have advantages over monsters because they are composed of physical magic rather than magic. It makes them stronger than monsters and lets their fighting skill be independent from their emotional state. But it does mean that humans can’t express themselves with magic in the way that monsters can.

This isn’t to say that humans may not have been able to use magic, as seven magicians on the side of the humans sealed the monsters underground. But we don’t see any evidence of humans being capable of magic within the game to ground any arguments on. A book in the library states explicitly though that “the will never know the joy of expressing themselves through magic” so obviously there’s some significant inability on human’s part to ‘express themselves’ with it.

When a monster attacks a human, their magic is targeting the soul, “the very culmination of [their] being”, rather than simply their body. This explains how HP can be lowered as simply a stat without affecting Frisk’s actual physical condition in the game (like breaking their legs or leaving bruises etc.) and how Frisk is able to survive the conditions from attacks that would normally kill a human (bombs, intense heat etc.)

~^ I mentioned this part in my tangent... but who the hell reads tangents??~

Obtaining additional souls

Souls that can persist are able to be absorbed by other beings. Souls of a similar nature cannot be harnessed by each other (monsters can’t possess monster souls and humans can’t posses human souls). Note that Flowey, being a soulless creature that classifies as neither category, was able to collect and use both types in his process to becoming the Ultimate God of Hyperdeath.

When a creature in possession of more than one soul dies, all souls existing connected to them die as well... though considering the only example of this is Chara, who maintains some sort of existence considering they’re awoken by Frisk (at the very least in genocide routes, debatably in all of them), I personally think the term ‘die’ may not be totally correct...

~and no, i’m not going to start discussing the tens of different interpretations for Chara’s role. So i’ll just stay as vague as that.~

Containing more souls makes the being owning them more powerful, manifesting a physical change in appearance and a dramatic increase in strength and attack abilities. The strength of the souls becomes cumulative, with additional souls adding their original strength to the new total.

The combined soul strength of all the monsters in the Underground is equivalent to one human soul.

~(though not including Napstablook for some reason...) As this doesn’t extend to Mettaton or mad dummy, it may have something to with his non-tangible nature~

Examples within the game:

- A human possessing an additional monster soul or a monster possessing a human soul becomes powerful enough to pass through the barrier capable of resisting the strength of any monster or human without this.

- Flowey possessing six human souls is in possession of enough determination to override Frisk’s ability (this is an indication of the irregular amount of determination within Frisk considering this much is necessary). It also gives him the power to entirely destroy Frisk’s save file.

- The power of seven human souls in one being is considered to make the being a god. This power is also the standard needed to break the barrier.

- Asriel, in his true Ultimate God of Hyperdeath form, is composed of six human souls and all the monster souls of the Underground that equates to the strength of 7 human souls. With this power he is able to regenerate a monster form for himself again and shatter the barrier.

Comparing the strength of this form to when he had six souls, we receive an idea of how significantly the increase of a single human soul’s worth of power can raise attack.

Determination

~A fair deal of determination stuff feels like it should really be classified as it’s own field of lore pseudoscience. So i’m not going to go into detail. Let’s just get the basics out here though...~

As previously mentioned, human souls naturally possess an entity known simply as ‘determination’. Alphys describes determination in her research to be “the will to keep living... the resolve to change fate.”

Determination is considered in multiple contexts to mean different things. However, in discussing the element as it relates to the soul, it is what lets Frisk (and quite possibly the other six souls at some point) reload after dying and reset the timeline if they wish to do so.

Here’s an overview of how i understand determination to work:

in a situation or environment that fills Frisk with the emotions and convictions of determination, this determination manifests itself as a physical thing called a save point

Accessing the save point and making use of that power, flavour text for the player provides a description of what filled Frisk with determination and they recover their HP. (determination has been shown to be able to recover HP. Consider dreams in the Asriel fight “through your DETERMINATION, the dream became true. HP maxed out.”)

Using the determination they access at this save point, they can SAVE their progress - a manifestation to their determination to continue on the path they are on (as it saves over any previous files)

They then continue on their way.

When they lose all their HP, their soul shatters and they hear Chara’s memory of Asgore speaking encouragement over their sick bed when they were dying. He specifically tells them they can’t give up, that this is all just a bad dream, and that they should stay determined. This is COMPLETELY personal interpretation but i like to think this is somehow Chara trying to communicate to Frisk through sharing memories to press on.

This reminds them of their determination and Frisk is given the option to continue.

By selecting to continue, their determination to survive brings them back to their last source of determined commitment to their progress (i.e. their save point). This brings everything about them, from their physical to soul-related properties, back to the state they were in when they SAVEd.

~I’m not going to go into quitting. Because that’s a topic for another day.~

Alphys also suggests it is the component of human souls that allows human souls to persist after death, whether this is true or not though is never confirmed.

~if it is it raises questions about how boss monsters persist... do they maybe have determination? Or perhaps Alphys was simply mistaken, assuming it was used for persisting when it actually allowed reloading instead~

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Annd that’s everything. That i can think of. There’s probably more. If there is i’ll probably edit the original post. But that’s what i understand about souls haha.

And now that this is done i can go back to harmless lyric posts and continue writing my fanfiction because it sorta fell on hold i got so many theory concepts i wanted to back up while doing this lol.

#undertale #undertale trash #undertale theory #why'd i waste my time on this??#meh #atleast i had fun doing it #it raised more questions than answers really #and did you SEE those tangents i went on???#after i'd typed one or two i just decided to do personal notes raising the question and then just moved on #otherwise this thing could've taken weeks lol #i spent days of my life on this #atleast i somehow managed to write a theory without bringing soriel into it this time #dodged a bullet there #i mean #look how much i typed because i wanted to compare monster and human souls #imagine the essay that could be my soriel rant #it would be hell #essay

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topazshadowwolf · 8 years ago

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False Hope (Chapter 3)

After the human left the underground, Sans is left trying to piece his life back together with those who remain. As time goes on, decisions are made about what monster kind should do next, and how best to escape to the surface. But if they do get there their freedom, what will happen?

Written by: Topaz Shadowwolf Undertale Fan fiction Undertale is owned by Toby Fox

Heads up: Soriel, Sans POV, my goal in writing this is to poke at your emotions Warnings: Major character death, implied suicide, homicidal thoughts, don’t expect a happy ending

AO3 On Tumblr: Ch 1 Ch 2

False Hope: Chapter 3

Justice

The thing about the living is we only see things through our position. Most don’t stop and think about the bigger picture, and there is one. We just can't see it because our angle is wrong. Our perspective is only one brush stroke in a much larger painting. No less important, but miniscule in the grand scheme of things.

Why am I talking about this? Heh, good question. The reason is justice is one of my prominent types of magic. Because of it, I can read people better than others, and I tend to look at things more objectively. See, those who aren’t objective have a far different view of justice. They skew it, alter it to fit their own needs.

It's just what the living do, because we are emotional.

Normally, I have no trouble keeping myself objective when it comes to justice.

But with how angry I was, my own views became distorted, and I became obsessed with the notion of revenge. I tried to hide it from them, I know Papyrus and Toriel greatly oppose it. Thing is, I, uh, forgot they knew what was in here, my soul. They already knew how I felt and what I wanted.

So, I guess I was letting them down, again, without even knowing it.

Sans looked over the notes, he had laid out, with tired sockets. He used the work table to lean against and supported himself. The only sound was an idle tapping as he fiddled with the pencil in his left hand. He had read these notes, and ordered them, during the past few days. Everything about it made sense; but there were gaps that Alphys could not fill. His own specialty should be able fix that, but it will take time.

Alphys was there beside him, and had helped him make sense of some of her research. A fair chunk of it was beyond his scope of studies, but with her help he was beginning to understand. Still, it was tiring work, and he hadn’t really slept, just dozed a few times. He leaned his head against his hand while struggled to keep his eyes focused; unsuccessfully, considering the words were a blurred mess.

“Maybe you should take a break?” Toriel said, placing her paws on his shoulders and nuzzling the back of his skull. He loved that soft feeling of her fur and nose. Why won't a reset just happen, and let him have a chance to be with her in person? A chance to really feel that sweet sensation.

“maybe i should,” Sans yawned, then glanced over at the other scientist, “do you mind, alphys?”

“N-not at all, you’re c-clearly tired and, um, I c-could use a b-break too,” Alphys fidgeted a little then smiled.

Something about that tickled his funny bone. “i wasn't aware the dead need sleep.”

“THIS COMING FROM THE MONSTER WHO TOLD ME THAT IF HE DIED ALL HE WOULD DO IS SLEEP,” Papyrus spoke up. “AND KNOWING YOU, YOU’D FIND A WAY.”

That comment caused Sans to snicker, and Toriel laughed, “I must agree with your brother, my dear.”

“A-anyway, I, um, don’t need t-to sleep, but, um… just an a-anime break,” Alphys said with a weak smile.

Chuckling, Sans got up, “sure, al, i’ll put something on i can sleep through.”

After some discussion on which, he put a show on and sat on the couch between Toriel and Papyrus. He didn’t remember much past the intro song since he drifted off to sleep, cuddled up to Toriel.

He would have slept a few good hours, but was interrupted by someone poking him in the head. Cracking his eye sockets open, he found he was hugging a sofa pillow, and above him was Undyne. With a yawn, he sat up then glanced at the TV, it was all static as the VSH tape had ended. When Undyne used to find him asleep, at his sentry station, she would get throw a fit. But right now, she looked concerned, which felt weird, “heya, i, uh, thought i’d take a nap since the words stopped makin’ sense.”

“That's alright, anyway, may I see the notes?” Undyne asked.

“yeah, sure,” Sans got up and shuffled over to the work bench. On the way, he yawned and stretched to force tiredness out of his groggy skull.

Undyne pick one of the sheets of handwritten notes up. Sans watched as she looked it over for a moment, her expression perplexed. She then set it down and picked up another, then repeated the process again. “Just to make sure, which ones were Alphys’s again?” Undyne watch Sans from the corner of her only eye.

“all of them, except for what's in that notebook,” he watched as Undyne picked up the mentioned notebook, “that's my… uh, notes of her notes, i guess.”

Undyne looked over his notes, her ear fins drooping slightly. “Sans, the handwriting is all the- you know what, never mind,” she then turned to him, brightening, “seeing you napping only reminded me of what I came here to talk about.”

Sans tilted his head as she clapped her hands on his shoulders, too tired to react any more than that. “I’m going to hire you some brainiacs to help you out,” Undyne said with a large, toothy grin.

The idea of others being around bothered him. When others are around, he knew he should not talk to the ghosts. The living wouldn't understand, “uh, i think i’m fine, actually.”

With a shake of her head, the fish monster sighed. “Look, Sans, there is more I need your help working on. And…,” she glanced at the notes, frowning slightly, “well, they want to help too. But they're not strong. They’re…”

“weak like me,” Sans finished.

“I wouldn't quite say that,” she said nothing else after that.

“yeah, i excelled when it came to being weak,” she started to protest, but he shoved his hands in their jacket pockets, “anyway, what else did you want me to work on?”

Redirected on a new topic, Undyne grinned again, ear fin perking, “weapons, I want us to be ready to go to war. Also, a way to track down that human. Surely their high Level Of Violence could be traceable or something, right?”

Sans paused, thinking, “sure, something should work.”

“Good! That murderer won't know what's coming to them! I’LL DESTROY THEM FOR WHAT THEY DID!”

With a shrug and wink, Sans said, “i’m sure you will.”

Undyne went on for a while. She described how she wanted to avenge her friends, and the rest of the monsters who died. Based on a movie she saw, she knew what she wanted to say too. “Hello, my name is Undyne, you killed my friends, prepare to die.” All of her plans sounded like too much effort to Sans.

After she left, Sans sat in the lab in silence, save for an insistent dripping sound. It annoyed him, but not to the point to make him get up and figure out which sink it was coming from. He could feel the others near, looking at him, but only dark thoughts were in his skull. Thoughts that, before that human, never would have entered his mind; nor, would he have entertained thinking about them. They were from a corrupt viewpoint of justice.

Drip.

“Maybe you should get some fresh air? You have been closed off in this lab for a while,” Toriel offered.

Drip.

When Sans didn't respond, naturally Papyrus jumped in, “COME ON, BROTHER, YOU CANNOT JUST STEW THERE ALL AFTERNOON! A REFRESHING WALK WOULD DO YOU GOOD… AND MAYBE GET THOSE MURDEROUS THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR HEAD?”

Drip.

“I-l’d say they w-were more, um, vengeful,” Alphys muttered.

Drip.

“That's enough, you two,” Toriel softly chided, then turned back to Sans. She placed one of her paws on his shoulder. He flinched, as it felt different. It was hot, as if wretched in fire magic. “Sans, dear?”

Drip. Drip.

When Sans looked back at Toriel, what he saw froze him in place while causing the magic in his frail frame to stir quickly, ready to fight or run. When before, Toriel looked almost alive and healthy, she now was gravely injured.

...

His attempt to move away but ended in him falling from the stool he was on. He scrambled back on his feet and looked around.

DRIP.

Papyrus stepped forward and said something, but Sans couldn't get himself to focus on the words. Not when his brother held his own skull.

DRIP.

Alphys stood there, soaked, her lab coat dripping, dripping, dripping…

D R I P . . .

Sans felt himself tremble, he must be rattling but the sound was drowned out by the-

D R I P . . .

“sorry, i need to be alone,” Sans moved with haste to the exit.

“SANS, I DON’T THINK THAT IS A GOOD IDEA,” Papyrus said, but Sans refused to look back.

“I’m inclined to agree with your brother,” Toriel added, but he kept his vision on the door as he didn't want to see her like that.

“please, i just…,” Sans reached lab entrance, “i need a moment.”

Once outside the facility, Sans leaned against the door. And there was silence. Nothing. No one around. It was both relieving and terrifying, and the utter mix of these feeling caused his bones to continue to rattle so much he could hardly stand.

Lying on the ground, he pulled his hood up and over his skull. With the world blocked out, he focused on just being. Adrenaline, or the monster equivalent, still surged through him, causing his body to continue shaking uncontrollably.

He was afraid to go back in the lab, worried they out still look the same. What had he done to cause that? Was it his-

“Howdy!”

The new, painfully cheerful, voice caused Sans to flinch, and he lifted the hood enough to see a face. It smiled down at him in a sickeningly sweet manner, bright yellow petals helped to oversell the joy filled display.

“Wow, you look terrible,” the face and voice mimicked concern.

His brother told him about a talking flower.

The flower stared down at him. It gave Sans time to speak, but he just filled that space with hushed rattling. In response, the flower grimaced, “wow, you really did lose it. Are you even there?”

When Sans continued to not reply, the flower sighed, “i’ll just put you out of your misery. For once, consider this an act of mercy.”

He heard shifting dirt from vines, and Sans saw the flower summon a handful of seed shaped bullets.

A vine grabbed one of his legs as Sans summoned up bones defensively. They sliced through the vine, freeing him. And the rest formed a protective wall, which guarded him from the bullets. There was a hum followed by the thunderous burst from two summoned blasters, aimed at where the flower had been.

When the dust settled, the flower was gone. Sans doubted the flower was gone for good, just for now. Perhaps for the rest of this timeline. With a sigh, Sans stood up and ineffectively dusted off his clothes. Perhaps his friends were right before, he needed to talk a walk and get some fresh air. Besides, he knew of some leaderless spiders that may come in handy.

When dealing with a web of information, it is best to have professionals.

Just want to give @upperstories a big shout out. You’ve been a big help through this, and thank you for the idea.

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In March, the Wall Street Journal ran an article about how Steve Green, the CEO of Hobby Lobby and President of Museum of the Bible, plans to return 11,500 illicit Iraqi and Egyptian artifacts currently owned by the company or museum to their countries of origin. Among this vast collection of undocumented items that the museum was voluntarily returning is the Gilgamesh Dream Tablet an ancient clay tablet that, among other things, records part of history’s oldest creation story. One detail Green left out of the story? The tablet had been seized on September 24, 2019 by the Department of Homeland Security and Homeland Security Investigations. Now, Hobby Lobby wants the $1.6 million it spent on the tablet back.On May 19, 2020 Hobby Lobby filed a lawsuit against world renowned auction house Christie’s and a dealer identified as “John Doe” alleging that both parties deceived Hobby Lobby about the legality of the sale and seeking the return of funds spent on the item, interest since 2014, and attorney fees. They acquired the item in 2014 for $1,694,000. The story, as it can be pieced together from the government’s complaint and Hobby Lobby’s filing, begins in 2001 when a dealer and unnamed cuneiform expert identified the tablet on the floor of the apartment of London based Jordanian antiquities dealer Ghassan Rihani. At the time it was unreadable and was purchased for $50,000. The antiquities dealer brought the tablet to the U.S. where it was worked on by a then unnamed professor at Princeton. In 2007 the antiquities dealer sold the tablet to two other dealers for pretty much what he had purchased it for. When these unnamed dealers asked for provenance, the antiquities dealer used, the suit claims, a “False Provenance Letter [that] indicated that the Gilgamesh Dream Tablet was purchased at a 1981 Butterfield & Butterfield auction in San Francisco as part of lot 1503.” Why does the date matter? Because if it hadn’t legally been in the U.S. for decades, then the tablet would have been illicit. Under the UNESCO convention, items of cultural and historical interest discovered after 1970 cannot be removed from their countries of origin except under special agreement. The false provenance letter suggested that the tablet had been in the U.S. for decades.In the same year as the fake letter was acquired, the tablet was published for the first time in a reputable academic journal by Professor A. R. George, a leading expert on Assyriology who teaches at SOAS (the School of Oriental and African Studies at the University of London). According to his article, George is the same scholar who viewed the tablet in 2005. He says that he published the tablet with the permission of the owner, who wished to remain anonymous. He also notes that the “tablet has since been offered for sale by a Californian bookseller, Michael Sharpe Rare and Antiquarian Books, as item 53 in his catalogue no. 1, issued on 4 September 2007.” The article does not mention the provenance of the item, although by the time the tablet went up for sale in 2007 the faked provenance was already attached. The catalog produced by Sharpe offered it for sale with an asking price of $450,000. At this point “John Doe” bought the item from the immediate owner.The falsified provenance and George’s article certainly lent legitimacy to the project. When the item was subsequently sold via private treaty by Christie’s to Hobby Lobby in 2014, they were allegedly told about the involvement of only a few relevant parties: the faked Butterfield provenance, Michael Sharpe, and John Doe. They were not, Hobby Lobby’s suit alleges, told about the American dealer who had imported the object into the country in the early 2000s, or the exchange of hands in 2007. According to Hobby Lobby’s complaint, Georgiana Aitken, the Head of Antiquities at Christie’s London office, had made inquiries about the provenance letter from the first dealer and was told “over the telephone [that the letter] could not be verified and would not withstand the scrutiny of a public auction.” Christie's, Hobby Lobby claims, organized the private sale to Hobby Lobby when “they should have known that … [the provenance] was false.”After Hobby Lobby purchased the tablet (no later than July 2014), it was “hand-carried by an Auction House representative [the Hobby Lobby suit alleges that this was Margaret Ford] to Hobby Lobby in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma so that Hobby Lobby could avoid incurring a New York sales tax.”It is worth noting that Christie’s have facilitated many such private sales to the Green Family (Hobby Lobby) and that in some cases, for example the sale of papyri, those items turned out to be illicit and also had to be returned. Now, it seems, Hobby Lobby is mad about it.As made clear by the United States Attorney General’s complaint against the item (for legal reasons the governmental complaints are brought against objects and not people), Hobby Lobby didn’t do anything wrong. They were shown faked provenance documents. In contrast to earlier seizures of Hobby Lobby acquisitions, first reported in The Daily Beast by Joel Baden and me in 2015, the Green family were clearly and overtly deceived. Certainly, their willingness to spend large sums of money on Bible-related antiquities and their history of being cavalier about provenance helped make them a target for what Steve Green has called “unscrupulous dealers.” Allegedly, that group may now include one of the world’s most famous and highly regarded auction houses. In a statement issued to The Daily Beast after publication, a Christie’s spokesperson said, “This filing is linked to new information that has come to light regarding an unidentified dealer’s admission to government authorities that he illegally imported this item then falsified documents over a decade ago, in order to perpetrate an illegal sale and exploit the legitimate market for ancient art. Now that we are informed of this activity pre-dating Christie’s involvement, we are reviewing all representations made to us by prior owners and will reserve our rights in this matter. Assertions within the filing that suggest Christie’s had knowledge of the original fraud or illegal importation do not comport with our investigation.”There are two important things to note in this story. First is that for the past year Hobby Lobby have been conducting a media campaign to reframe themselves as “victims” of “unscrupulous buyers.” They made mistakes, they claim, but things are different now. The language they use is, as Jill Hicks-Keeton, a professor at the University of Oklahoma, has told me, oddly evocative of Christian narratives of repentance and rebaptism. Certainly, the crime and greater blame lies with the dealers, auction houses, and (allegedly) scholars who knowingly perpetrated these crimes. These dealers exploited the religious interests of a powerful evangelical family. At the same time, as early as the Summer of 2010, the Greens were warned about the dangers of buying illicit antiquities by Patty Gerstenblith, one of the country’s leading experts on the subject. As she told Chasing Aphrodite, they chose not to take her advice.The issue is not just that the Green Christian story of confession and rebirth has been told several times before (in 2012 when they replaced key figures in their organization, 2017 when the museum opened, and again this year) but that it doesn’t note that all of their changes have been brought about because of external pressure by scholars. For example, their widely publicized revelation that they own forged (and thus illicitly purchased) Dead Sea Scrolls this year obscured the fact that scholars like Årstein Justnes have been publicly calling them forgeries since 2016. We discussed this and other examples in our 2017 book Bible Nation, and yet Museum of the Bible would have you believe that their investigation was sui generis and, thus, demonstrates that the organization has changed. They do finally seem to be trying to set things right, but it’s also a carefully managed media campaign that ignores their own culpability. The more troubling thing is that the media is buying it. An April 5 article in The New York Times entirely omitted the recent revelation of the Museum’s possession of 13 fragments of papyri that were stolen from the Sackler Library at the University of Oxford and rightly belong to the Egypt Exploration Society. The article claims to represent the views of the Museum’s “toughest critics.” However, none of those who spearheaded academic criticism of the Museum were cited. One would expect to hear from Roberta Mazza, who sounded an early alarm about the illicit nature of the Green family’s papyri collection and has pursued the story since; Brent Nongbri, whose blog Variant Readings is the premiere source of information on the Greens' illicit papyrus collecting; Mark Chancey, who was the first to criticize attempts to introduce their Bible Curriculum to Oklahoma; Jill Hicks-Keeton and Cavan Concannon, co-editors of The Museum of the Bible: A Critical Introduction (Fortress, 2019); and, at risk of sounding arrogant, myself and Joel Baden, who authored the first book on the museum Bible Nation: The United States of Hobby Lobby (Princeton, 2017). None of these scholars were asked for comment. (I attempted to contact the author of the article but did not hear back). Instead the article cites only those academics and experts who have collaborated with the Museum (even if they have offered some criticism of it in the past). The Museum is doing a masterful job at being allowed to control its own press and rebaptize itself in the waters of public opinion. At no point has Steve Green, who does seem genuinely contrite, offered to repay the sizeable tax deductions Hobby Lobby received for worthless forged Dead Sea Scrolls. At risk of being too Catholic about this, what is repentance without penance?The second important thing is that while individual scholars have been instrumental in bringing the problems with Hobby Lobby’s collecting practices to light, the academy also unwittingly participates in the illicit antiquities market. Prior to the publication of Andrew George’s article, the Gilgamesh tablet traded for roughly $50,000, after his publication its value rose first to $450,000 and then to over $1.6 million. The Michael Sharpe catalog mentions George’s analysis. George’s article notes that he had presented his material at seminars at several distinguished universities. Did any of the attendees of these seminars ask where the tablet had come from? George published a tablet that had forged provenance and while there’s no suggestion that he knew it was forged or that he financially benefited, that publication was instrumental in raising the value of the item in question. For Hobby Lobby, using the skills of academics to raise the value of objects was always part of the plan. Scott Carroll, former director of the Green Collection, told me that that was part of the initial business pitch that he and Johnny Shipman had offered the Greens in 2005 and 2008. Academics would jump at the opportunity to work on these texts (for almost nothing), and the Greens would reap the financial rewards. As archaeologist Neil Brodie has said before, when academics work on unprovenanced artifacts, they raise the value of illicit antiquities. As an academic myself, I can only say that we are part of the problem.Andrew George has not returned inquiries for comment.Read more at The Daily Beast.Get our top stories in your inbox every day. Sign up now!Daily Beast Membership: Beast Inside goes deeper on the stories that matter to you. Learn more.

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never thought I'd see you getting into undertale AUs with a bunch of different sanses and papyruses. in the past you've been all about canon! what drew you to the AUs you've been reblogging lately? (tone clarification: this isn't a criticism or intended negatively, I'm honestly curious about the change of heart.)

I’m still not really into AUs at all to be honest. I like my canon, and I feel the AUs are not able to reach the emotional connection I feel towards the canon characters. I cannot hold the same affection for them as I do canon, and I do not go out of my way to search for specific AUs. I don’t have “a favourite” AU for instance. Because none of the interest me on a concept level, if that makes sense. I don’t have much interest in ‘what if Sans and Papyrus were swapped’ or ‘what if the rules for the universe worked a little different’ or ‘what if things were more violent and darker’. None of those questions interest me and I have no desire to alter the canon as it stands. Nor do I feel those alterations that exist and were created by others can eclipse my love for canon and what I feel is the foundation.

Part of this is because I am not a person who has ever dabbled in other fandoms beyond its canon. For instance: not counting the one character I had for Ratchet and Clank when I was 14, I have never been somebody who makes OCs for myself. I made a few kinda sorta for Invader Zim… But usually in a single drawing and then I got bored and drew something else. I outgrew OCs extremely quickly and since age 18 have never felt the need to create any aside as background characters designed to fulfill a function in a fanfic to aid the canon characters I focus on. I just don’t have an interest in creating that much that isn’t canon.

Even when I was hardcore into TMNT, I only liked the 2003 cartoon. And when the 2012 cartoon came out, I could not get into it, simply because its canon was different from the 2003 show that I loved.

So I just am not a person who is predisposed to drastic changes to canon.

This remains true, and is a core part of my personality so I don’t see that changing in that regards.

I have been reblogging some more AU things lately but this is a credit completely and entirely to the artists and writers I reblog from and their handling of the characters. Even with fanart, it’s more about how the artists writes the character than it is the drawing of the character on its own. (Although I will reblog just plain good art if I like it because I feel refusing to do so is just being petty and stubborn.)

I got hooked on @jolie-in-the-underground’s AU character Q because she reblogged a lot of my comic and art and her tags always mean a lot to me, ao I followed her back as I consider her a friend, and she has this Q character who answers asks. I have a soft spot for chaotic neutral characters (hell I wrote an entire fanfic once literally titled 'chaotic neutral’) so I enjoyed his responses to things. Someone mentioned in the fanfic he was from the latest chapter had some angst and feels. Now of course I’m a sucker for angst and feels so I read it so as not to be out of the loop.

After much prompting and poking from Jolie, I read the previous chapters to so I could get context for events and simply because I like her writing. But her fanfic is a story that is a spin-off for ANOTHER fanfic. And it got to a point where I felt I wanted more context for a new chapter.

So I read some of @tyranttortoise’s fanfic which started the whole thing and was so enamored with her writing and handling if characters that I ended up reading her story from the beginning.

Ty’s fanfic is a reverse harem type story with a reader insert as the main character and literally 5 or 6 different AU versions of the skelebros living in a lodge together. And since her writing and handling of character is so good, of course I ended up developing favourites based on her handling of them. I cannot help that I am drawn to well written characters.

So at the moment I am very much enjoying her story as well as Jolie’s. And as for Grim and @nighttimepixels, considering the 3 of them are all in cahoots with each other (Night is Jolie’s sister and they cross-blog a lot) I ended up following her as well since her art is good and I enjoyed a short angsty piece she wrote recently. Also Night makes games involving the characters and setting of the 2 fanfics.

… @forgivemeimmasin is just a damn good artist and nice person and I am inspired by her art, expressions, designs and how her characters answer asks. *shrug emoji* I feel I can improve my art by looking and studying what it is I enjoy about her’s.

As a result, I like reblogging things from them because I enjoy them as artists and I am someone who likes it when my own work gets reblogged much more than just getting likes. And I do jot like being a hypocrit. So I feel if I enjoy their writing and art I should be reblogging it to, and not let stubbornness stop me from supporting people whose work I enjoy and who I consider online buddies if not full out friends. They deserve support and notes too. Especially writers who often get overshadowed by artists which isn’t fair.

So long story short, the AU reblogs from me are a testament to the artists I reblog from, and not to the AU concept on its own.

I still don’t really like AUs, but my love for good characters written well overrides my dislike. And I find it silly to deny that I like a character out of some sense of pride or “I said this thing this one time so I am never allowed to change my mind about it”. Because in the end I only deny myself enjoyment that way.

I hope that answers your question?

Also I do apologise as I know most of my watchers are not into AUs and some like me lament the fact that the fanbase seems so preoccupied with them that they completely ignore canon. I don’t mean to alienate you or make you regret following me. But I don’t feel comfortable putting up a fake visage of what I like and enjoy for the sake of rep. I hope you don’t decide to leave me over it.

Canon is still my prime focus though, and honestly I do not see myself interested in AUs beyond these writers and artists at all. For instance I have no desire to write these characters myself. Although I might want to draw the versions from the fanfics I enjoy.

I’ll always be canon first though.

#thanks for clarifying tone because I thought I was getting yelled at u.u;;;#I feel super guilty and like everyone will hate me now #C-Puff answers #I feel like I'm doing something wrong #and mutuals I care about won't like me any more #I typed this on my phone so I'm sorry about typos

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