#ask the human souls

[utsoulfuldreams]

* [ six children appear ]

[🎀] The soul of Patience, she/her/any

[👓] The soul of Perseverance, they/them

[🍳] The soul of Kindness, any except she

[🩰] The soul of Integrity, she/her

[🍀] The soul of Justice, he/they

[🥊] The soul of Bravery, they/he

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[🎀] : Hello... My name is Yasmin. I'm 10.

[🩰] : Oh, yes, we also have nicknames that we call each other. Our memories here are... not the best, so sometimes we call each other names that can be remembered from just looking at each other!

[🎀] : Yeah, my nickname is Bowie, because I wear one around my waist. You can call me that, too. It's nice to meet you...!

[👓] : I'm Ari. My nickname is Sketch, because of my notebook. The... old pages are gone, so now I just draw in it. I'm 11.

[🍳] : You can call me Mallory, Mal, or Bakey! I'm surprised that Bowie got the nickname even though I wear more bows, but I think Bakey works for me either way, because of my apron! If I remember correctly, I'm 16, the oldest here.

[🩰] : I'm Rosemary or Musi, because my attire is clearly musical! I'm 15!

[🍀] : Hey, call me Sam or Pin, Pin coming from the pins on my hat. I'm... 14. Yeah, I'm 14. Sorry, memories are tough after you... die. Anyway-

[🥊] : Hi! My name's Mio, but you can call me Bright! Bakey picked it because my personality and clothes are bright!

* [ Bakey awkwardly laughs ]

[🥊] : Oh yeah! I'm 13!

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Rules:

no nsfw asks!!! they're all minors, and so is the mod!!

you can ask questions about why they fell or how they died, but they'll only answer what they can remember and want to answer in the moment

ship asks are okay, but please nothing involving yasmin or ari. plus the souls already have set ships so they may not react positively to all ships

[ask-the-six-human-souls]

((Oh my gosh I just realized that I've had this blog for 6 years

6...like the 6 human souls

LETS GOOOO!!!

🩵🧡💙💜💚💛

[corestringsarchiver]

we need. gaster x player fusion or player possesing gaster. or maybe half-half soul. for the vessel. as a treat.

I'D LOVE TO.

I HOPE I DELIVERED!!!

I ALSO APOLOGISDE FOR ANY SPELLING ERRORS

IM TIRED...

[radioactive-cloud]

i need a new the amazing devil album so much it's not actually funny

[shanastoryteller]

SHANA HAVE YOU SEEN ARCANE? IF NOT GO DO THAT AND JOIN ME IN MY INSANITY WITH JAYVIK. Otherwise its dealers choice and some happy valentines chocolates for you 💕💋

Castiel has gone rogue, has torn down the wall keeping the cage at bay, and Dean is going to have to face him alone if Sam can’t figure out how to get out of his own head.

Absorbing the memories of what he’d done when he’d been soulless had hurt. To know that any version of him was capable of that kind of callousness, of the kind of ruthless efficiency he’d always turned up his nose at, was a blow.

But absorbing the memories of the cage may very well kill him. Everyone seems to expect it to, if it doesn’t drive him outright insane. It’s likely the most he can hope for is that it leaves him cationic, that he stays in this safe little place in his mind that Lucifer can’t touch and leave the rest of the world to rot. He already destroyed himself to save it once, why should he have to go through that again?

For the same reason he did it the first time.

The world still has Dean in it. He can’t leave his brother to suffer if there’s anything he can do about it.

When he finds across the version of himself that knows the cage, he has to clamp down on the urge to tremble. He’s standing there, half hidden in shadow, leaning against the wall like he can’t hold up his own weight.

He’s covered head to toe in blood.

“Hey,” he says then swallows. Soulless had been aggressive, had been angry, hadn’t hesitated to engage with him. Cage seems like he can barely keep breathing.

It’ll make him easy to kill, easy to reintegrate, but he doesn’t know what that will leave him as when he’s done.

Just killing the guy after everything he’s been though doesn’t seem right. He licks his lips. “Look, I don’t know how aware you are of everything that’s going on, but I – we – I mean.” He swallows. “Dean’s in trouble and I can’t help him without remembering. Everything. And I know I’m not strong enough to deal with everything you’ve delt with-”

“Why do you say that?”

Sam startled. Cage’s voice is raspy, but not weak. There’s no fear, no tears, just simple curiosity. “I – what?”

“Why do you say that?” Cage repeats.

“I,” he thinks back on Soulless’s memories, of how he’d been on board with getting his soul back up until he’d found out what it would do to him, of how they’d described the tattered remains of who he used to be. “They said it would destroy me. You don’t – you don’t look to be in great shape.”

Cage shrugs. “People have always underestimated us, Sam. You know that. They didn’t think we’d be able to take control of Lucifer and we did that.”

“What?” he laughs incredulously. “It was just a hunky dory time in there with Lucifer? You look like shit.”

“And you think Lucifer did this to us?” Cage smiles, Sam can see the white of his teeth against his blood covered face. It should be disturbing, a sign of a cracked mind, a cracked soul, but it just looks like a normal smile. “You know us. You know us better than I do at this point. When have we ever stopped fighting?”

“We fought the devil,” he says flatly. “In the cage.”

“Do you know what powers angel’s grace? Demon’s abilities?” he asks.

Sam shakes his head.

“Human souls,” he says. “It’s the greatest source of power on any of the three planes. And if you know Enochian, you can harness that same power. It took a while, but eventually we learned.” He tilts his head to the side. “I won’t lie, Sam. Lucifer put us through things that no person should experience, a type of hell that broke us more than once. But we were in that cage a long, long time. Souls heal. Grace disconnected from heaven just runs out. I’m thankful to be out, but given a few more centuries, well. Lucifer wouldn’t just be in the cage. He’d be gone.”

Sam doesn’t understand, doesn’t believe it. “So you used your own soul to fight the devil? With the angel’s language? That’s–”

“What did we have to lose?” Cage interrupts. “Michael and Lucifer distracted each other occasionally, and Michael keeps Adam unaware. All we had was fighting and surviving. If we could kill Lucifer for good, what did it matter what state it left our soul in?”

“Then why hide?” he challenges. “Death and Castiel put you away. Why hide even now? If it’s not that bad, why let yourself be walled away?”

“It is that bad,” Cage says softly. “You’re just that strong.”

Sam swallows.

He used to believe that about himself.

“I’ve spent centuries in the cage,” he says. “Some days I barely remember life on Earth. I’ve changed. I had no reason not to.” He looks away for the first time. “I did it for Dean. I never forgot that. And Dean got me out, he saved me, but,” he meets Sam’s eyes. “I remember what it was like to have Dean look at me like he didn’t recognize me. I didn’t want to go through that again. You, he knew. You, he recognized. I thought it was better. You didn’t need the person you became in the cage once we were out of it and I wanted,” he cuts himself off again.

It's okay.

Sam knows.

“You wanted to be someone Dean would be willing to sell his soul for,” Sam says.

He’d never wanted what Dean did, but he’s always felt crushed under the weight of being worthy of it, of the loss and fear when he felt he wasn’t. It’s such a fucked up metric to measure love against, if someone would be willing to go to hell for you, but Dean’s the one who set it. He’s just following suit.

He’d do anything for Dean.

“Dean needs our help,” Sam says. “Castiel-”

“I know,” Cage says. “Even a juiced up Cas isn’t Lucifer. We’ll be able to take care of him. You need to know what I know and there’s no way to teach you Enochian without everything you had to go through to learn it. I’m sorry.”

“We’ve got a year of fresh memories,” he says. “A year of our life on earth front and center. It’ll help. They won’t feel so far away from us after.”

Dean will still love them after.

“You hope,” Cage scoffs.

Sam smiles and lifts a shoulder in a half shrug. “Yeah. It’s all we’ve ever had, right?”

Cage smiles again, pushing off the wall to stumble forward. Sam catches him when his knees buckle, looking into his own face, his own eyes. They are different. But not unfamiliar.

Souls heal. Whatever Lucifer did to him, whatever he did to himself in there, it’s not irreversible. There’s a difference between scarred and bleeding.

“You’re going to be okay,” Cage says, offering him a knife that Sam hadn’t even noticed him carrying. “You can do this.”

Sam swallows, giving a nod before taking the hilt and plunging it into Cage’s chest. He holds him through it, hearing the wet gasp against his hear. “Yes,” he says softly. “We can.”

When he opens his eyes in the panic room, all versions of him settled into one, into just Sam, he doesn’t waste time mourning the people he used to be.

Dean needs him.

[triglycercule]

happy birthday killer sans 😒‼️

"looks like it hurts. seems like a pretty painful way to come back from death's doorstep."

"of course you'd know. but i'd say... this type of hurt probably doesn't feel that bad."

"and how's that, dust? his soul is corrupting, he's choking on his own blood, and he cant even see!"

"doesn't matter. determination gives killer control over death that we never had."

"and control suddenly makes it better?"

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[rainy-xp-art]

Undertale red and yellow my beloved ❤️💛

This took ages but oh well-

And I still can’t draw hands 🥲

Here is another version where you can actually see chara and clover better-

I hope anyone seeing this a nice day/night! :D

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[reality-detective]

✈️ BOEING’s Hidden Crimes are about to unravel........ It's bout time! Think this is going to bigger than we ever suspected!! 🤔

Boeing’s paid off CEO is certainly sweating... ✈️ Get the popcorn ready!!! 🍿

[gastersreturn]

Why do I imagine your version of chara on more than one occasion asked Gaster to turn them into a monster?

Maybe because they absolutely would ask him that

And Aster's reaction would've been something like "Child, the fuck you mean, I can't do that" xD

[lilybug-02]

@datdeadmemer @undergecko @zeol320

Kris Asks?! Wow now that’s a change of pace.

[chlorine-green]

hms furries for @tridentkickflipper123 !

i love them <3 so fluffy <3 warm up sketches for something bigger >:}

[ask-the-six-human-souls]

Hey i just wanted to say that your take on the integrity soul is definitely one of the nicest and less evil integrity soul takes that are out there and im all here for it (seriously why do people make integrity so violent oh my go-)

Aw, thanks!! Yes, Amy is very sweet, she's essentially the 'big sister/mom friend' of the group! Though she certainly isn't opposed to standing up for herself and others! She strives to do the right thing always! Which...is kind of what integrity means...

So, I'm not really sure why people say the Integrity soul is cold, or killed monsters since that's...not morally right. But, I suppose if the character thinks or has been taught that is morally right, then it makes sense.

I also know that people point out that the tutu is "dusty" but it's only mentioned like, one or two times? I think?? But from what I remember, any other time it was called an "old tutu" instead...which, it is old. It was laying in a cave behind a waterfall for who knows how many years. I always thought it just gathered dust cause of that.

But, everyone has their own interpretations! I appreciate that you like Amy's character though! ^^

-💛

[s-guacamolearts]

(*You feel the SOULs weighting you down.)

Toriel variant

[nelkcats]

Parent's Day

Ghosts didn't have a father's or mother's day as such, but they did have a day where they combined both. A day to celebrate your guardians. Humans, Yetis, Amazons or Gods, it was a quiet day to thank them for your ghost adoption.

Dan and Ellie had spent a few years under the halfa's care but at the end of the day they considered him their guardian (although Dan did it reluctantly), so when they heard about Parent's Day they panicked.

They wanted to show Danny that they really appreciated him but a mug or coupons were not enough. In the end after some brainstorming they decided to give him the closest thing to a mug that was in the Realms: Constantine's complete soul.

John Contantine was a very annoying human, they knew this because they heard Danny complain about his paperwork many times. Apparently their father had 99% of his soul but couldn't do anything until he had 100%, and what better gift than to help him get rid of the paperwork? He hated paperwork! It was perfect!

With some help from Clockwork they traveled to DC's dimension, determined to take the last of the hellblazer's soul. Dan wondered if he should steal a star from the dimension while they were there (Danny liked space didn't he?), as an extra gift.

John Constantine was in the middle of explaining the holes in reality to the Justice League when a shiver ran through his body. He had an instant bad feeling.

[superbat-lmao]

Something that Bruce never meant to teach his kids was his methodology for a “final” contingency plan.

Over half of the time, operations that involve Batman’s plans are completed within the first ten acceptable contingencies. Sometimes people are injured, sometimes people unaccounted for are injured, and more often their estimates on property damage were low.

The other half of the time, when pushed beyond the ten most acceptable contingencies, more severe consequences are incurred. People are in comas, teammates lose a limb, anything shy of a permanent solution.

But Bruce, he has a final contingency for every scenario. His one true failsafe.

Self sacrifice.

At the absolute bottom of the barrel, after scraping clean the dregs themselves, in the space between the atoms of the wooden cask, is the final solution. Bruce sacrificing himself to save an enemy, a teammate, his city, the world, his galaxy, the universe. He is willing to take that hit. Only if he has to exhaust all other plans to reach that point.

His children don’t have the same compunction. It scares the hell out of him when one of them goes for the “final play” as though it’s one of the first ten contingencies. His kids think he’s a hypocrite, holding them to different standards than himself.

The one who takes after this particular mindset of his the most, is Jason.

Jason makes plans with brutal efficiency, but that rely on brutal methods. He discounts non-lethal plans in ways Bruce can’t fathom. Not always, but without a logic Bruce can follow.

He’s the only one of Bruce’s children that has successfully carried out a final plan. To the point that he always sees it as an option. He walks into a lion’s den guns blazing with little thought about extraction if it doesn’t go well. It terrifies Bruce.

Over the course of two separate movie nights, Bruce pieces together the issue.

The first movie night is a marathon of the Lord of the Rings extended editions. When Samwise is telling Frodo they will have to stretch their food for the journey home. The fact that Frodo hadn’t considered rationing supplies because he didn’t expect to return home sits uneasily with Bruce long after the credits have rolled.

The second was a movie chosen by Tim as part of a rotation. It was some science fiction film called Gattaca, about genetic engineering. In it, a man wants to go to space but lives in a world where everyone is genetically engineered at birth. It’s a scene with two brothers swimming in the ocean. The movie is trying to set up that people can’t exceed their own limits. The brother who was not engineered can swim farther than the brother who was, it is the real thesis of the movie. It comes to a point when the one asks how the other does it. How does he keep going, keep succeeding, doing better than others who were literally made to be better than him. It’s the scene in the ocean, each trying to swim further than the other. When the main character answers, it’s that he never saved any energy for the swim back to shore. Every single thing he accomplished in life was because he devoted himself singularly to the goal, didn’t plan for failure. If he had drowned in the ocean it would have been because he didn’t conserve enough energy to get back to shore. His mentality is that he never even considered it.

Jason is the only one who has been past the point of no return and still returned. He is both Frodo and Vincent, not planning for the return trip. It is something Bruce wishes he never taught his son.

[witchofthesouls]

Imagining middle adult human being turned into a sparkling and the Ex-human just Traumatizing the heck out of Cybertronians who don't know their story, (perhaps relates to the fact I turn 37 tomorow), IE organic alien blessed and uplifted by the Primes/Primus.

Because to the mechs who don't know the story the ex human's horror movie level creepy on first meeting. Their mental developmental stage and their physical developmental stagrs are all out of synch.

First of all, Happy Belated Birthday, booky!

Second, it would definitely lead to a lot of suspense, tension, and general fuckery. Honestly, everyone will be traumatized at some level here.

The Cybertronians are just completely baffled and absolutely worried over the sudden sparkling with the soul of a burnt-out worker with potential alcoholism, a nicotine addiction, and terrible sleep habits to go with their poor emotional regulation and shit diet.

Meanwhile, the ex-human would have to deal with specific-frame instincts, especially if they're a type of Seekerkin since those kind of frame-schematics have very specific, built-in quirks.

You think you have the alien equivalent of GERD or pulled a muscle-cable because of chest pain.

No. You, a Seekerkin sparkling, are developing the initial signs of spark palpitations as your spark is reaching out for someone to step up as a creator to regulate your spark energy levels back to acceptable levels. Otherwise, the constant calling will lead to your spark to collapse upon itself, burning out without a proper check.

You ping out as a very stressed, desperately-in-need-for-an-adult-RIGHT-NOW sparkling, so every Seekerkin (and other frame-types that function well in groups) can't help but drop things to bundle you up and pur you into submission as they wrangle your spark back into acceptable levels since you're vehemently refusing to actually bond with anyone.

You can't do anything but allow the mechs to swaddle you, press you against their frame, and rumble for an undetermined amount of time until your chest stops hurting and you get the feeling back in your limbs.

You didn't think you're emotionally-constipated, but it seems like Cybertronians have a different definition, especially since they can make physical contact between their very touchable souls.

Bottom line, one day you'll stop stress-weeping on a random mech's lap from a rumbling hug session, but not any time soon.

The fact that it takes so much energy from you that you literally drop into sudden, hiccuping nap right on the mech doesn't help either.