which sans aus do i think would believe in climate change challenge GO
horror: really sans (and by extension any classic variant) would believe in climate change due to being former scientists. like what type of scientist DOESN'T believe in climate change. so horror would believe in climate change but he'd be really damn pessimistic about it (because he's an asshole!) like he genuinely wouldn't care at all. sometimes on bad days he purposely litters. on really hot/cold days as a result of climate change he'd complain and start considering bring environmentally friendly. but he never does. horror wouldn't care at all
killer: he would believe in climate change but he similarly to horror wouldn't care. because he simply has more important things to care about (kities :3 nightmare :3) he thinks those things are somehow above climate change (dumbass!!!! nightmare would melt like wax because of climate change) but when faced with the reality that things are actually being affected by climate he'd be like damn.... this shit id actually happening and i'm contributing to it.... but then he'd immediately move on and get back to more important business
dust: climate change believer but he just does not care. like he tries not to be wasteful and litter and he probably properly uses a recycling bin but in the end he doesn't really give a shit if his efforts are really helping. also he kinda forgets sometimes and that's really not helping the globe. dust would bring it up in fights that he recycles and then people (horror an killer) would shit on him for A. being a pretentious stuck up dick who thinks hes better than everyone for being environmental and B. because he's a goddamn hypocrite that doesn't even stick to his own recycling goals. goddamn asshole
nightmare: he's smart enough to know that climate change does exist but he purposely pretends that it isn't real to piss people off (and get those delicious delicious negative emotions :3) and he'd do it so confidently and he'd belittle you so much that either you get so pissed off and irritated at him or you start questioning yourself and if climate change actually IS real? he'd make up fake sources for climate change being fake and site the mtt as his source because they used to be scientists 💀💀
ink: this fella doesn't even know what day of the week it is do you think they would remember climate change??? absolutely not. anyways ink probably has it scrawled down on his scarf: CLIMATE CHANFE EXISTS. IT WILL KILL THE CREATORS/CREATIONS. but then he still doesn't manage to remember it!!!! but if they could genuinely remember everyday i think ink would try to use less earth harmful stuff for his art and try to be environmentally friendly. key word TRY. this is the guy that goes around teleporting and fighting with ink they would litter the substance everywhere
dream: he really really struggled with grappling with the concept that YES climate change exists. YES there is enough trash out there to kill the earth. YES there is not much he can do about it. like every moral dilemma question about climate change was asked by dream (to swap) and he's very upset about climate change prior to maturing. but after maturing he knows that he can't do much to help climate change but he is FERVENTLY environmentally friendly and tries to remind everyone around him to help the earth (without shoving it down their throats because he's nice like that). if dream had the time he would probably start a nonprofit for helping the earth. he would start a nonprofit for everything actually. modern au dream where he has several nonprofit organizations to help various causes. someone out there's gonna love this idea
swap: he does. i think he would make a joke about it at first when being asked like CLIMATE'S CHANGING? I HOPE HER NEW OUTFIT LOOKS GREAT! or some dumbass fucking joke like that but this guy is even more environmentally friendly than dream. he goes to RALLIES for the environment. he would use environmentally friendly soaps and even fucking kitchen utensils. this guy is just here for saving the earth. he wants to really really believe that big corporations don't mean bad with pollution but he knows. theres no convincing himself that big corp wants to save the earth. even someone like swap who always has hope can't convince himself of that shit
cross: he would obviously believe in climate change. i actually don't know if theres someone here that i don't thinm believes in climate change yet. anyways cross would and he'd recycle regularly and try to be good at it. but accidents happen and he messed up his recycling sometimes and then he feels bad for it because the goddamn earth is gonna die if he doesn't at least contribute his part. cross is baffled by people who don't believe in it the same way i am at flat earthers. like HELLOthe rising temperatures are right there!!!!
error: doesn't care. he lives in the antivoid climate change doesn't effect him. also it would just make his job easier :3 error LAUGHS in the face of rising temperatures
now you may ask why did you decide to post this. but what you should really be asking is why not shouldn't i have posted this. the question was clearly on everyone's minds. i was just the only one brave enough to step up and determine if these fictional characters would care about our world melting to death (OBVIOUSLY)
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Ain't Kansas Anymore
HUSK x READER x ANGEL DUST [Platonic]
Summary: After a failed incantation, you land face-first in Hell and the two people you meet might not be so scary after all.
Warnings: NONE
Requested by @gabryviolin10 Enjoy!
The night was thick with anticipation as you stood alone in your dimly lit room, surrounded by candles, arcane symbols scrawled on the floor, and a peculiar sense of unease. You’d practiced the ritual countless times in your mind, read the book more than that, but now that it was time to perform it, even with all your preperation, something felt off. Your fingers trembled as you traced the final sigil in the ground with the chalk, muttering the incantation under your breath.
It was supposed to be a simple summoning—nothing too ambitious. You had down it a thousand times before just for…lesser things. Nothing this big. Just a way to connect with a different realm for a bit of knowledge and maybe some insight into your magical studies. But as the last word left your lips, an unearthly chill swept through the room, and the floor beneath you seemed to dissolve into a pit of shadows.
You fell, the sensation of weightlessness giving way to a harsh impact as you landed with a thud on what felt like rough, charred ground. Dazed, you pushed yourself up and looked around, realizing with growing horror that you were no longer in your room. A barren land stretched out before you in all its infernal glory—flames, brimstone, and the distant wails of the damned. Well at least that is what Hell was supposed to look like. Nothing like the cobblestone more debacuhed Vegas that laid before you.
Panic surged in your veins. You scrambled to your feet and took off running, the ground beneath you twisting and shifting with each frantic step. Shadows danced along the periphery of your vision, and you were convinced that every sound was a predator closing in. Scrambling through all your pockets and belongings to find something to aid you, you ran head first into a fluffy something…actually someone. Your first hellish encounter was with two figures that made your heart nearly leap out of your chest. They appeared in the dim light, their forms both alluring and unsettling. The first was a tall, lean figure with sharp features and an unmistakable air of danger, while the second, a shorter and stockier figure, exuded an aura of disillusioned indifference.
“Who’s this then?” the tall figure asked with a smirk, tilting his head.
“Someone who should watch where they’re going,” the shorter one grumbled, his eyes narrowing.
You didn’t wait for another word. With a cry of fear, you turned and fled, your breath ragged and your mind racing. The ground seemed to quake beneath you, and the air was thick with a sense of malevolence. Around every corner, you encountered more of Hell’s denizens—gnarled, grotesque beings whose intentions were anything but friendly. Spinning around every corner like a top, you manged to bump backward into a group of demonic creatures who hissed and cackled as they advanced toward you, their eyes glowing with malicious glee.
"Oh you lost darlin'?"
"Yeah why don't you wanna come over here, come to daddy."
Your heart pounded as you ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding their grasping claws and leering faces. Despair was beginning to set in when, just as you felt the weight of inevitability closing in, the two figures you’d encountered earlier appeared once more. The tall one was quick to act, throwing a barrier of shimmering energy between you and your pursuers. The shorter one, the one who’d seemed so disaffected, began to fend off the attackers with surprising efficiency.
“Can’t leave you to these creeps,” the tall one said with a wry smile. “Not yet, anyway.”
“Yeah, we’re not doing this for free, you know,” the shorter one added, sounding more resigned than truly annoyed.
With their assistance, you managed to evade your attackers. The two figures guided you through winding paths, each corner of Hell seeming to reveal new horrors. Yet, their presence was a comforting anomaly in the madness, and their competence at handling the other sinners left you with a sliver of hope.
After an eternity of running, you finally found yourself in a quieter part of Hell, a strange calm settling over the landscape. The infernal glow was softer here, and the oppressive heat seemed to diminish slightly. Smoke wisped from pipes, the chatter of partygoers disappeared, and the brick buildings crumbled around you.
The tall figure turned to you with an expression that was a mix of amusement and mild exasperation. “Name’s Angel Dust. This is Husk.” He gestured to the shorter figure, who gave a curt nod.
“Thanks for the rescue,” you managed to say, still panting. “But why—?”
Husk cut in, “You’re not exactly the first witchy human to fall into Hell, but you’re definitely one of the more panicked ones we’ve seen.”
“We’re not here to hurt you,” Angel continued, his tone softening. “We just didn’t want to see you get torn apart by the local wildlife.”
You nodded, a mix of relief and lingering tension washing over you. “I’m… I’m sorry for the trouble. I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t worry about it,” Angel said with a smirk. “Just don’t do it again, alright? Hell’s not the place for rookie magic mistakes.”
Husk chuckled softly. “And if you need to find your way back, we can help with that too. Just maybe try not to summon anything next time without a bit more practice.”
With their guidance, you began to understand the labyrinthine nature of Hell a bit better, and soon enough, you found yourself on the edge of a portal, ready to return to the world you knew. As you stepped through, you cast a final glance back at your unexpected saviors, who waved nonchalantly.
“See you around, kid,” Angel called out. “Try not to fall into Hell again, okay?”
You managed a small smile, grateful for their help and a little wiser for the experience. As the portal closed behind you, you took a deep breath, ready to face whatever challenges awaited you with renewed determination.
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