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Well well, look who it is.
If you’re curious, the first time Gaster reached out via panel borders was back in 2017! I set up for the LONG HAUL BABY. He usually showed up around Asgore and Alphys but you can see him in various places if you look.
(And the road doesn’t end It’s a long long road and we follow it again and again - [x] )
The Red Knight by Ami Thompson
Updated 12/1/21
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Awkward!
There wasn’t a good breaking point in the scene for a bit, so it was either a shorter one or one that was too long and I decided on the shorter one. There’s also a bit of… hesitation? Or reluctance? I think with doing this scene, because this is the last one. It’s a long scene so it’ll take a while to get through, but this will be the final scene of the comic. It’s a very surreal thought… after all this time, it’s hard to believe that I’ve actually gotten here. Part of me doesn’t really want to let go… but there’s no other way ahead but forward, because I can’t stop now.
How long will this scene take to get through? I couldn’t say right now. I guess we’ll find out together!
(And it’s a long, long, long journey that we’ve been on And it’s a long long long story that will be told - [x])
So do the checkmarks have any benefit?
of course they do, they're public clown makeup. the largest dunce cap imaginable. a blinking neon target on your back with the bold words "kick me"
Alright, this my first post, and possibly a part one in a series of humans are feral story arcs. As well as being something that I constantly think about and wonder why no one talks about it. Maybe I just haven’t found the specific post.
Have we ever talked about how vicious humans can be? Especially in scenarios where something we care about it threatened? And I mean “bared teeth and snarling” type vicious. Beast mode activated. I’m talking about how we basically turn into animals in certain situations and rely solely on primal instinct.
Take mothers/fathers for example. You ever see a parent react to a situation in which their child was dancing with death? They will risk life and limb for that kid. My dad dove into a pool full speed after my two year old sister fell in the deep end. Clothes and all. Have you ever seen a woman after just giving birth and her mind is just straight hormones? And something happens that she perceives a threat? Someone picks up the newborn without consent, she jumps out of bed after a fucking cesarian to snatch the kid and full on snarl at them? Friend’s aunt did that shit. And don’t get me started on the super strength thing humans can do when someone is in danger and adrenaline kicks in. Then there are the people who will protect some random ass kid. A toddler or small kid with no parent around and suddenly something dangerous is about to happen? People will jump in parent or not.
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Imagine:
It was a quiet day in the streets of Kuratz. The market paths usually bustling with people of races only had a small stream of customers bouncing from stall to stall. Tourists or natives of all sorts. Ky’lio, a young Avalanghar, watched from his mia’s stall, long ears swiveling this way and that to pick up on what conversations he could understand.
Then they caught his eye. The strangers you’d never see in such a place. Humans. What looked like a family unit. Ky’lio couldn’t help but lean forward to stare. He recognized the tallest as a male and the slightly shorter one a female, as he had watched some interactions between his mia and her human customers. But those humans were always soldiers or neighboring colonists. These humans were different.
There was a third party. Ky’lio had never seen a human child except for the few pictures shared from other humans. It was notoriously well-known that humans were extremely protective of their younglings, so few were seen away from human colonies. So the small, bouncing creature Ky’lio watched tug on the adult humans’ paws didn’t register as a baby human until he really stared and saw the round features.
It kept trying to dart away from its parents, but the adults held vice-like grips onto the little one’s paws. Until the stopped at a stall, Hadi Midas’s stall selling sweet fruits from the Dolor Jungles. The male let the little human go and the female took hold of the little one’s free paw. But the wild thing tugged and cried out, like a prisoner chained to a wall. It wailed and cried out in its native tongue, no doubt begging for release from its mia’s iron laws. The scene reminded Ky’lio of when he saw Kaloway serpent at a traveling exotic zoo. It too thrashed and screeched in its chains the same way the little human was. Then the female leaned down and whispered something to the child, making it go limp in her paws, hanging like a dead thing. The female only snorted and turned back towards her mate, who was speaking with Hadi Midas.
What happened next would always remain burned into Ky’lio’s memory. The little human twisted strangely and suddenly they yanked themselves from their Mia’s grip. It screeched triumphantly and dashed away. The female yelled and ran after it, but it was no use. The little human was fast and determined. As it ran down the street it neared the alleyway next to the Damik stall. Ky’lio felt the fur along his spine stand up. The alleyway was a known ambush site for younglings separated from their parents. A human child would be a great prize.
As the human youngling ran past the alleyway, a giant Oyiadin stepped out and grabbed the skinny, hairless arm. The little human screamed, a sound that had every fear feeling surging through Ky’lio’s body. Others in the street turned and stared, but none dared do anything. Oyiadins had a reputation for smuggling and trafficking, their muscular stature, claws and jaws full of sharp fangs scared away any possible help. It wasn’t the first time Ky’lio witnessed a kidnapping and helplessly watched as the kidnapped youngling’s parents shrieked in despair and fear, never daring to fight such beasts. So they would lose their child.
But these were humans. And humans were known for strange, impossible feats. That fact still did not prepare the young Avalanghar to witness the female human slam into the giant Oyiadin, tackling the muscular biped to the ground. The male human swooped in and snatched the small human, now crying and clinging to its parent. The female stood atop the giant, snarling like a wild fangher. Her lips were pulled back to reveal small, white teeth that were nowhere near as intimidating as the Oyiadin’s, yet the expression was somehow more fearsome. She growled something in her native tongue, standing menacingly over the Oyiadin that hadn’t tried to stand up. It’s ugly face was strangely empty of menace, it’s six eyes wide and staring at the human it easily dwarfed. Yet the female held no fear, spitting and snarling, her body tensed for a fight. But the Oyiadin offered no challenge. She spat something in her language once more, then turned and walked to her mate and youngling.
“That is why you must not provoke humans.” Ky’lio jumped, turning to see his mia behind him and watching everything. She looked down at him. “They are dangerous and unpredictable. Especially when they’re protective.” She looked up to watch the trio of humans pass by. “Never underestimate their willingness to fight for their own.”
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Kids are one thing. Then there are pets. I have personally felt the willingness to kill if anyone threatened my dog or cat. That pack bonding stuff is no joke. No, I don’t care if you hear me call my cat a fat, no-rent-paying bastard, he’s my fat no-rent-paying bastard. And I won’t just die for him. I will kill you and cut you up in pieces and summon satan to dine with me on them for that fat bastard.
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Imagine:
Galar was a puvarra, and deserved xis comeuppance. But the crew never expected for their human crew mate to be the one to do it.
Oakley was a good crew mate and most of the team had high opinions of him. He did his work, turned in reports on time, socialized and was overall very kind. The crew was grateful that the human was one that presented the better side of his species. However some were not fond of humans. Galar, the Yunagi from the helix system 1-4b, was one of this opinion. Xe was unabashedly cruel to many on the crew, and only got away with it because xe often blackmailed xis victims to not report to the captain. It was irritating how xe knew certain things. But xe’d finally gone too far.
Oakley had a pet aboard the ship. The creature humans called a cat, a furry thing on four legs that was a master at contortion. While the crew had been hesitant about the creature at first, hearing stories about Terran animals, many grew to like it. Oakley’s cat was named Jambo, a black and white pattern on its fur and a long, skinny tail. It would rub against their legs or jump upon counters to watch them at work. Sometimes it would doze off near them. Only Oakley and Jabari, Oakley’s partner in work, had been selected as thrones for the creature to doze upon. Many on the crew came to feel honored when the creature would approach them and rub its cheek against an outstretched appendage, a sign Oakley had explained to be affection and a demand for “pets.” Jambo got many pets.
Then one day, as the crew drew together in the dining area for a meal, Galar chose his hill to die on. Jambo had approached the tables, padding towards Oakley, but stopping as some crew began making chirping and clicking sounds, trying to intice Jambo toward them for pets. Then Galar walked by, the blue finned Yunagi’s eyes landing on Jambo. And before any could do anything, xe pulled back a long leg and kicked the black and white cat. Jambo let out a loud screech.
Then Galar was flying back and Oakley was screaming in his native language. He wailed on Galar, his fist connecting every time. At one point he tried to choke xim. Several crew jumped upon them, pulling the human way from the Yunagi, but the damage was done. Purple bruises were already evident upon the Yunagi’s blue-green hide, scratches and crescent shaped marks on xis neck were leaking dark blue blood. Nothing serious, but enough to rattle everyone.
Oakley didn’t bother staying to explain to the captain. He immediately left to find his cat, as did some of the others. Many could care less if Galar was injured, because the stupid puvarra deserved it. They worried for Jambo. The cat was later found and inspected. Luckily for Jambo, he had some light bruising. Very lucky. Oakley even cried, the clear wetness on his face a strange sight for many.
When asked by the captain why he attacked Galar, Oakley point-blank said it was because he kicked Jambo. And anyone who dared hurt his cat was going to get hurt themselves. He said it so casually the captain blinked several times. While humans were known for their protectiveness of packmates, this aggression was unexpected. They went on to scold Oakley and told him that they would have to write this on his personal report for future jobs. Oakley only nodded, still unswayed. The captain sighed and dismissed him. They knew they probably should have done more for such heinous action. But unbeknownst to others, the captain was also fond of Jambo. They were the only other person Jambo chose to nap on.
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This was written really fast, so I apologize if the writing is a little scrunched and there are mistakes. It physically hurt to write about a cat getting kicked, I wanted to vomit. Ugh. I wanted to go off on a tangent about humans taking on giant beasts for their kids because wouldn’t we? I personally don’t like kids, but I admit that I’d fight a bear for that one-year old that smiled at me in a Walmart checkout line, then offered me her animal cracker. I mean, wtf. I’ll save that for the next post tho.
Humans are very sneaky when it comes to hiding objects, even using their own body to do so. Can you imagine how horrified aliens would be if humans hid objects inside their bodies?
. . .
The leader of the archaeological team looked around at his team. They were hiding from the pirates, but they would soon be discovered. “If the pirates find these stones a vital piece of this planet’s history will be lost.”
“Back up is coming, right?” The lone human asked.
The leader nodded. “Yes, but they will not arrive in time.”
“Don’t worry, I got this!” The human said. He grabbed the small pebble like things and put them in his mouth.
The crew did not have long to freak out as the pirates arrived and there was a fight.
After the rescue team arrived and the pirates were dealt with the human spat the stones into his hand. Everyone recoiled in disgust.
“How!” the leader demanded.
“I just kept them in my cheeks,” the human replied.
“How! You spoke normally and even fought!”
“Dude, I have kids. I have to be good at hiding things in my cheeks if I want to snack in piece.”
. . .
Specialty Retrieval was interesting with a human. They seemed to have no appreciation for danger. And they were crazy.
The pair had successfully found the chip they were assigned to retrieve and taken it without being located. However, they had a problem. It would soon be discovered that the chip was missing.
“They will do a strip search,” the alien partner said. “We will need to hide the chip and come back for it later.”
“I have a better idea,” the human said. She pulled out a little rubber baggie, put the chip in it and sealed it closed. She took a big drink of water, put the baggie in her mouth, and swallowed it.
“What have you done!” the partner demanded. Had the human lost her mind!
“Relax,” the human said. “The rubber will protect the chip from my stomach acid-”
The alien paled at those words.
“-and the chip is like the size of my thumb nail, so it’ll pass through my digestive track just fine. We’ll get it back by tomorrow.” She smiled brightly.
The alien wanted to bag his head on the wall.
(They survived the strip search, made it off the planet, and did get the chip back the next day)
. . .
The five teammates stared at the little statue. It was small, fitting in a human’s palm, but it was big enough that it wouldn’t be easy to hide. How were they going to get it out? They would surely be searched when it was discovered missing, and they wouldn’t be able to leave the planet for another planetary cycle and a half!
The two humans looked at each other. Both seemed apprehensive, which put the rest of the team on edge. If something scared a human, it had to be bad.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Human Steve asked Human James.
Human James nodded grimly. “Rock, Paper, Scissors?”
The aliens stared at the humans has they held out their fists, counted to three, and then made shapes. Human Steve looked at his hand and then swore.
“Sorry bud,” Human James said.
“Give me the statue, and then everyone turned around,” Human Steve said, looking very unhappy.
Confused, but trusting their teammate the three aliens did to. Human James also turned around. They waited in tense silence.
“Okay, we’re good,” Human Steve said.
The four turned around. The statue was gone.
“Where… is the statue?” the team leader asked.
Human Steve grimaced. “You don’t want to know.”
(After they were back at base Human Steve insisted on washing the statue very well and many times before he gave it back)
i love you girls who maim! i love you girls who bite heads off! i love you girls with giant axes! i love you girlies covered in blood and viscera! i love you girls who lose themselves to the rush of battle! i love you girls who are unhinged! i love you girls that lash out! i love you girls that look at their path of destruction and realize how alone theyve become!!!!!
Yes, glorifying girls being violent is based apparently.
If someone made a post similar to this one about men you would all be angry.
I love you men who kill! I love you men who cut down their enemies without hesitation! I love you men who rip and tear with their bare hands! I love you men who fucking lose it during combat! I love you men who seek violent revenge! I love you men who fight like rabid animals! I love you men who fight with ruthless uncaring efficiency! I love you men who have become so stuck in their violent ways they cant recognize when someone is reaching out to help them!
Sans sweep was so powerful the residual shockwaves accidentally killed the fucking queen
Some facts:
1) Black Americans created jazz. 2) Jewish Americans created comic books. 3) These things are said to be the only original American art forms.
4) black Americans invented rock and roll.
5) Black AND Jewish Americans created musical theatre.
As a Latina, can I add:
The big flannel, big jewellery, big nails, big dress pants, dark lipstick with heavy makeup look that now so many influencers love is literally chola fashion.
Everything you think is “cool street fashion” started with Black and Latina women!
The funniest part about this whole pic is still the hand drawn Serial Experiment Lain fan art...
Seriously, he saw this:
and modeled his life after it...
can’t read this but I understand it completely.
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Finally a chance to sit down and feel things instead of shoving it all down to face crisis after crisis, haha. Able now to look back at what happened to them with full understanding! Poor Sans in particular needed this - he’s never really owned or acknowledged any of the suffering he personally went through. He’s always put Papyrus first and he still does to this day, even when it hurts him. He blames himself for when Papyrus got hurt back in the lab, even though the only one responsible for that pain was Gaster, and as a result he never focuses on anything that happened to him, only to Papyrus. On some level he feels like he deserved it while Papyrus didn’t, or at least he deserved it more. So hearing someone acknowledge that HE also suffered and his pain is legitimate and deserving of sadness is a bit overwhelming for him. Although they’re both kind of overwhelmed right now, haha.
This kind of thing can be so complicated! Thus Sans’s conflicted feelings and confusion about how to deal with them. There isn’t really any way to prepare for dealing with something like this… much less any kind of guide.
"Sir" not in a masculine way but in a "heavily armored knight with an ambiguous gender and a very large sword" sort of way.
Additions to the vampire!Hanzo and van Helsing McCree AU thing
Made some little edits to this vampire piece for spoopy day!
