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Laypeople (and also a concerning number of scientists) have often got the idea that unethical human experimentation is some sort of ultra-effective super science that would fix all the disease and discover all of the medicine and we only don't do it because it isn't nice (see: every science fiction show ever). No! Jumping straight from abstract theory to human trials is a terrible way to do science. It produces incoherent results and useless observations and nonsensical conclusions. We have pages and pages of historical precedent demonstrating this.

And lots of people have got the idea that totalitarianism is some sort of magic super-government that does all the government stuff really effectively abd efficiently and we only don't do it because it isn't nice. No!!!! "Let's put one idiot in charge and do whatever dumb shit they say" is the worst way to organize any project at all, let alone an economy and a political machine. Fascist regimes are models of corruption, waste, and inefficiency.

Ask:  I didn’t see an ask option but you did say you take requests. Can you do a scene where Axe finds his soulmate not long after coming to the surface? @awkward-ark-reblogs

I’m sorry for not having the ask box open (I didn’t know that it had to be opened for it to work ^^;) but here’s your request!

Scene: Axe finds his soulmate not long after coming to the surface.

AU:HorrorTale

Sans Serif Gaster felt the gentle glow of the sun on his bones as he walked into town. His hood propped on his damaged skull as he attempted to stay out of sight. Upon establishing himself in his new home, he had learned that humans didn’t like the way he looked. He was terrifying to them, something straight out of a nightmare or horror movie, and although he had done nothing to them they avoided him like the plague. Initially, it hadn’t bothered him in the slightest but as he became more accustomed to the surface, it had begun to weigh on him slightly. The guilt of his past deeds beginning to surface on every human face he saw, so he began avoiding them too. It was better that way, he was better that way….or so he thought.

When he had finished his grocery shopping he stepped out into the busy sidewalk again, more than ready to make the long trek home. 

But he didn’t, Sans clutched the fabric over his soul as he felt it thrum with an amount of magic that he forgot he had. It was humming, a riddle of emotions that had once laid dormant coming to life as he began to look around. He didn’t know for what but he had to look for it, he had to find what his soul was singing for. Grocery bags tightly wound on his arms he walked through the busy crowd without a care in the world, the desire to maintain unseen long forgotten as he pushed his way through the crowd without care. He felt this aching desperation that was foreign to him, where was he going? What was he doing? And then he heard it. It was a soft sound but it was there.

 Looking over the crowd he aimed his sights in the direction of the voice, straining his nonexistent ears to try and find the small sound of laughter again. When he couldn’t hear their voice above the rising sounds of others, he felt his energy deplete, had he missed them? 

The skeleton monster felt his shoulder sag, ignoring the way people were staring at him as he began to turn back and head home. He felt a familiar sadness bubbling in his chest as he let his gaze fall to the ground.

“Excuse me, sir, I think you dropped this.”

Sans felt his breath hitch as his eye lights snapped up to meet the owner of that voice. They stood there in front of him, a small set of napkins in their hands as they looked up at him. The monster’s soul thrummed happily in his chest as he gently grabbed onto the napkins. The human in front of them didn’t let go, however, their eyes instead boring into his singular red orb with the same amount of intensity that he felt in his chest. 

After a moment of staring each other down the small human smiled at him, it was small but it was breathtaking nonetheless. He couldn’t help but want to take her home with him, would she like it there? His home was small but it was comfortable, he’d keep her safe and well-fed, he’d provide for her and care for her to the best of his abilities. 

“Hey,” the human said, their smile widening ever so slightly. San’s snapped out of his odd stupor and focused back on the situation at hand, the human still hadn’t let go of the napkins. He was alright with it. “What’s your name?” they asked him, the question caught him off guard but he found himself answering anyways. 

The human’s eyes seemed to shine with an unreadable expression as they repeated his name slowly. It sent a shiver down his back, a clawing possessiveness bubbling deep inside of him as his soulmate .….Soulmate?

“The names (y/n),” they said, it took a while for Sans to respond as he was processing who was standing right before him. A soulmate, no, his soulmate, and they were breathtaking. He admired how their hair was styled and how it skillfully framed their face. How their eyes seemed to shine with an energy that he never had.

Another light chuckle seemed to snap him out of another stupor and he saw that (y/n) had already let go of the napkin. Looking down at the plastic-covered paper he saw a phone number messily written on it, the small detail catching him off guard.

 Why did they? 

“See you around soulmate,” (y/n) said, already a couple of steps in front of him. The small human waved at him before walking off into the crowd, leaving the dumbfound skeleton to stare back down at the scribble of digits.

Outer imagines is open for business and there's a whole new universe out there to explore so don't be shy.

First some ground rules:

1. Four characters per ask

2. I accept asks for all Undertale characters

3. I will do either headcanons or story prompts. For clarity please specify the type you want, otherwise I will do whichever strikes my fancy

4. Have fun!

I see people making these on twitter! I don’t really have a big enough group there so imma bring it here for you guys! Just comment down below and-