#reblogging-the-human-soul

[millydrawsthis]

ANOTHER UNDERTALE AU?!

HIII! THERES A NEW AU IM MAKING, ITS FUN AND IM HOPIN YOULL ENJOY IT!! <33 STORY IS DOWN BELOW!! ↴

╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦YOU ARE FILLED WITH THE WILL TO LIVE✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝

[ It's around seven years since the sixth human fell into the underground. With six human souls captured but no luck in obtaining a seventh, the monsters in the lab decide to start on a new project. ]

OPERATION NEW SOUL The plan to create a human soul.

With the determination they have, they insert it into monster's souls at first, turning some into dust…and some into amalgamates. Desperate, the scientists attempt to fabricate a soul using pure science. It works, but only temporarily; the artificial soul withers, draining away due to its inherent instability. The people of the lab couldn’t find out what they were missing.

Suddenly someone had an idea, what if they combined a monster soul with a human one. It seemed silly really, but what could they say, no? So they tried it, They gather fragments of the previous human souls and infuse them with determination. It's promising, but incomplete. They still need the monster soul.

And then one stepped up, “Meh, who really needs both halves. Someone gotta be the one feelin’ half of a Soul.” He joked. With half of his monster soul, and half of a human soul—they made…well, a soul. A stable one, maybe? No one really knew.

Some urge immediate use, fearing it will wither like the others. But the lead scientist insisted, “We must wait until its determination is strong enough to break the barrier.”

It seemed foolish. How could a soul, cobbled together in a lab, be strong enough?

You’ve opened your eyes. The first lab made “human”. ..created by monsters—how ironic. Born in a lab, it feels as if you simply appeared out of thin air. And to be literal, you did. Some young child popped up in their lab with some silly striped shirt on and dumb brown shorts.

“Now?” They would say, but the lead scientist still refused. “We wait.” He’d say.

└── •✧• ──┘

You know, it would mean the absolute WORLD to me if you reblogged this—but if you don’t wanna, that’s okay too! I’m just glad you read it! My asks are open, if you have any questions or wanna talk to the characters of the AU, you should totally do that!

Okay, that’s enough yapping for today! Cya brah!

[tigerbears]

The opened coffins at the end of True Pacifist make me loose my gosh darn mind.

Like, there are two possibilities for this.

Toriel buried the bodies after the end of True Pacifist (like she did with Chara.)

Asriel returned the SOULs to their bodies and brought the humans to life.

Each has its own problems.

If Toriel buried the humans, where did she bury them?

I know, you could say "oh somewhere you don't go in the game" but idk.

Why were the coffins left open? I mean I guess its to show us that they've been opened because otherwise we wouldn't know.

If Asriel brought the humans to life that adds more problems.

Where did they go? Did they just leave for the surface right away? Nobody noticed them come to life? Undertale's cast was there after all, so maybe the humans left before the cast woke up, or maybe Asriel said goodbye to the humans before returning all the SOULs to the monsters?

Wouldn't their bodies be decayed/rotten? (I know this could be hand-waved by "Asriel just healed their bodies because he had the power of 7 SOULs" but again, idk)

Doesn't this seem like too happy to just hand-wave away their deaths? I can see why that would be appealing, especially for those who've finished UTY but again idk.

This entire thing has been unable to leave my mind because the "Toriel buried them" option makes the most sense, but I cannot 100% discount the "Asriel raised the humans from the dead" option.

CURSE YOU TOBY FOX AND YOUR TENDENCY TO LEAVE THINGS UP FOR INTERPRETATION! (light hearted)

[crowsyart]

I think so hard about performance arts in the soul eater universe like. Temporary resonances for shows or theater like type deal, the whole cast having to resonate as a group, some weapons naturally performing better due to family lineages being based in partnerships for performance rather than fighting/learning how to transform a certain way for certain roles, applying costuming or painting to their weapon form, all sorts of stuff

[never-ending-fanfic]

Gotta love the "is this generic looking profile a real person or a bot" game that I play in my notifications when I'm bored

[itspileofgoodthings]

Porfiry telling Raskolnikov that at least he was honest and in one bound took the furthest leap to put his theory to the test of actual action——

[ccrabapples]

I kind of hate the way mental illness is treated nowadays. Like it’s wonderful there’s less of a stigma around it but it’s been so normalized that no one takes it seriously anymore and everyone thinks they know how it works bc they watched a tiktok abt it once.

You can’t say that you have depression or anxiety because “everyone has that” so who gives a fuck?

OCD means nothing to anyone because “we’re all a little OCD amiright??” And the illness has been misrepresented and misunderstood for so long that no one understand how anyone with OCD could be suffering from it. (Hint: it isn’t keeping your room nice and organized)

Even Body Dysmorphia means jack shit because “no one likes how they look, we’re all insecure.” Like that even begins to cover the extent of the illness.

We’ve all had our sad spells, anxiety, little obsessions and self hate. What people don’t seem to understand is that all those experiences do not represent what it’s like to have the actual mental illness. Everyone experiences anxiety now and again, its part of being human. It’s when it starts interfering with your life— coming about randomly and incapacitating a person— that it becomes a disorder.

You’re not “a little OCD” because you like your room organized, and you definitely don’t know what it’s like for people who have actual OCD because you get sort of bugged when something’s out of place.

These mental illnesses can interfere with every aspect of a persons life. They’re life-altering. They’re not just fun little labels to prove how quirky and unique someone is.

[not-souleaterpost]

Fanfic Recomendation

Do you ever feel that all these fics you google are either boring, unimaginative or just weird kinks that don't even try to hide it?

Like you may think I'm an asshole by starting a recomendation by shitting on other works, but the thing I'm talking about has enough ambition and potential to make it all ok:

A story that actually twists concepts and ideas in a different direction while preserving the core of the thing and exploring it further in a way that would be impossible in a straight up sequel or side story.

I've read a previous fanfic by @motley-box-rose-1 that explored Crona's life before, and even that one was better than 95% of storys in the soul eater tags, so with all the improvments and preperation time, I'm sure this new story will be even a lot better.

Would probably try to illustrate this whole post with some fanart of the story, but I guess that will have to wait till 2024.

And if because of that people dismiss it and dont read it, they can look at the mirror and say:

"Yeah...Sorry"

Cause its their lose lol

[humankk]

Delta warriors

Now with an actual deltarune symbol!

[shsl-box-worshipper]

Hot Take Alert! (Essay)

Okay...this is going to sound weird (and god forbid, I'm probably going to have discourse in my notes for months and months after this). But....

I feel like AI-Generation should be banned and made illegal. Not just 'AI Image Generation'. I mean, ALMOST EVERY FORM OF AI GENERATION!

Specially, visual generation and audial generation. My current hypothesis is that, by the year 2050, almost everything artistically related, whether it be stuff like a piece of promotional art to voiceover lines, will be AI-generated, at least at a coporate and mainline industrial level. This is based on modern-day observations with factory jobs and how they have been slowly phased out, from the early 20th century with the introduction of the Assembly Line all the way to today.

Sure, you might be asking me 'Well, what about my big titty anime girls?' or 'What about those memes where Mario says fuck but it actually kind of sounds like Mario?' like they are completely harmless.

....THOSE ARE THE EXACT PROBLEMS I'M TALKING ABOUT!

That stuff you want to generate of your own volation? That art that you are too depraved just to commission someone for?

It wasn't made by a human. An honest-to-god, breathing, flesh-and-blood human.

It was made by a machine. A series of lines of code made to mimic the actions of a human without all of the flaws or personality that come with being human.

Now, this isn't me going against AI in general. AI itself is an incredibly useful tool in all sorts of fields from video games to factories. I mean, anyone who has played single-player Mario Kart 8 is probably more familiar with AI than a computer scientist from 1940.

I am saying the concept of AI Generation is an inherently bad thing for us as a species. Or more specifically, what I feel like is the most important aspect of our species as a whole: Our Creativity.

From Leonardo Da Vinci to the guy who wrote poorly structured poems back in Kindergarten, we all have a higher capacity for higher-level thinking and manipulation of our environments compared to most other lifeforms on this planet. However, with that higher-level intellect also comes our inherent emotions. This is what allows us to achieve the global cooperation that we enjoy and take for granted, to achieve our pack and herd dynamics. Our abilities to feel fear, sadness, happiness, anger, and so much more is as inherent to our neurological chemistry as our intelligence and understanding.

This has created what I like to call 'emotional transplanting'. Using our intelligence and understanding of the world around us, either based on empirical study or observing phenomenon, to manipulate and change the world around us to reflect our emotions. To use our understanding of language, both oral and bodily, to tell stories based on our memories or our own ideas and creations. To use our hands to shape the world, or, to a lesser extent, an object, to project our emotions and showcase our world of thinking through how we manipulate, change, and project onto the world around us using the neurological and physical tools at our disposal.

And I feel like, in a way, AI Generation is removing that key core of our being.

Because, at the click of a button, we can generate giant paintings that would've taken years upon years for a human to do. At the click of a button, we can make anyone read anything that has been and will be ever written. At the click of a button, we can generate stories that no one in their right minds could've ever thought of or will think of.

However, what we get with the great increase in speed, we sacrifice the soul of the work. The humanity, the emotions. The flaws, the ideas on display. They are stripped away and slapped perfectly together through lines upon lines of calculated, studied, and refined AI code, so that it LOOKS like a piece of art up there with the Impressionists or the Renaissance, or a realistic photo, or a story worthy of a Oscar or a Pulitzer Prize.

But it isn't.

All because it lacks that human element. It lacks soul. It lacks emotion. Sure, an AI can simulate emotion. But it can't feel emotion.

But corporations know that. They know how easy AI is to use compared to actual creatives, both regarding time and money, and so, I predict that, if we do not do something about this, if we do not raise our voices and holler from the hilltops upon which our forefathers before screamed for their unions or our old masters who shouted cries for freedom...

We too, will end up like the factory workers of yesteryear. Discarded by the wayside all because companies care more about money, time, and manipulating the population into buying their product, than the humans who put their heart, their soul, and their emotions into the things that they have created.

This is why I believe AI Generation should be made illegal. To not only protect the careers and livelihoods of thousands, but to also ensure that one of the most important features of our civilization does not fall into the trappings of dystopic dreams and cyberpunk corporate greed.

[araneitela]

I should be asleep and absolutely cannot sleep. So while staring at the ceiling, all I can think about are two unrelated (superficially so) things, Mozart’s Lacrimosa playing during the Jepella Rebellion trailer, and Kafka’s gloves, or rather the barrier they so artfully create, and yet, absolutely not.

[millydrawsthis]

Bro is NOT a fan of integrity..

[pr]

anytime a terf somehow ends up on my blog i need to make it clear:

terfs are not welcome here and trans rights are human rights

[thepumpkinwolf]

[Image Description Start: Six different 200 mg/mL Testosterone bottles of different colors: purple, blue, dark green, yellow, red, and pink, from left to right. End Image Description.]

Flowey: NOOOO! STOP! YOURE SUPPOSED TO OBEY ME

The six human Testosterone bottles:

(image by @spectrum-system)

[whereserpentswalk]

Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.

The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.

The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.

The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...

The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.

The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.

The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.

The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...

The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.

The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...

The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.

The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.

The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...

[lemonmatronics]

Abdallah is an under appreciated hero in Palestine doing everything he can to care for and feed the animals around him.

Despite the horrible situation the Palestinian people are in, so many of them are taking care of animals just as much as their fellow humans. If you have anything to give, please consider donating to his PayPal and help him care for these innocent beings.

If you are unable to donate then please PLEASE reblog and share. He is a very kind soul and grateful for all the support he gets

He genuinely does everything he can for them, do at least the bare minimum for him.

[rib-rabbitmask]

* you call for help